Part 1/3
FBI Headquarters
11 a.m.
His partner looked up as he clumped into the room and slouched into his chair.
"Well, what did the doctor say?" She finally asked.
"I should have saved my money and come to you."
"If that was a compliment, thanks. But you don’t look as though you really need a pathologist yet." She grinned at him.
"I’m surrounded by comedians." He growled at her.
"Really, Mulder, what did he say?"
"According to my symptoms, I’m pregnant." Her eyebrows rose. "If it gets worse, or isn’t gone in a couple of weeks, I’m to call back. Happy?"
She struggled not to laugh. "I can see where that particular diagnosis would not satisfy you exactly."
"You wait, if this is some kind of flu and you get it…"
"Did he tell you anything to do, take a blood count, anything?" She rose from her chair and placed a hand on his forehead to check for fever.
"I’m perfectly healthy according to my blood and everything else he did to me." He slumped down further into his chair and glared up at her. She returned to her chair and shrugged.
"If you want to get me a copy of your blood work, or have me do it over…"
"No. That won’t be necessary. I’ll just ignore it, no matter what." He sat up and began shuffling files on his desk. "You know the worse part?" She looked up again.
"I’m about to starve. I’ll spring for lunch if you come right now and make no more cracks."
"Yes sir." She saluted as he made a face at her and grabbed his jacket back off of the back of his chair. She shook her head and grinned then she made the same motion with her jacket as he went out the door. She stood and walked to the file cabinet behind the desk and leaned over to open the bottom drawer to retrieve her purse. She had to grab the cabinet as a wave of dizziness washed over her and then lost her grip on the cabinet as she slumped to the floor in a faint.
"Scully, the elevator’s here. Are you coming?" He stuck his head back inside the room. "Scully? Scully!" He literally vaulted the desk to reach her. He placed his fingers on her throat and detected her pulse, then began rubbing her wrists. She regained consciousness almost immediately.
"Scully? Can you hear me?"
"Wha…what happened?"
"I don’t know, you passed out. Did you hit your head?"
"No, I feel fine." She started to rise to a sitting position and he held her in place.
"Are you sure you’re okay? It’s not…" She pulled herself up on his arm.
"Really, Mulder." She looked him in the eye, "I had a complete workup three months ago. It’s not the cancer, that’s gone."
"I’m going to take you home."
"That’s not necessary, I’m fine." He helped her to her feet and kept a hand on her back, unconsciously rubbing her tattoo.
"Nevertheless, I’m taking you home. Where’s your purse."
"Mulder, my car’s here."
"Then I’ll pick you up in the morning too. I’m taking you home." Scully sighed and capitulated, in that mood she wasn’t going to win anyway. She noted that he had his hand on her, either her back or her elbow until they reached his car.
"I have no intention of falling over again, Mulder. This really isn’t necessary."
"Good, I don’t want to have to pick you up off the concrete."
"I thought you were starving."
"I am. We’ll pick something up on the way to your place and I’ll eat there. Then I’ll know you’re really all right." Scully sighed again and relaxed back in her seat. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to have him drive her home, she had certainly never fainted before, but she truly did feel fine.
He bought them both some fast food and took her up to her apartment. Over his
protests she poured tea and set the table for them. "Mulder, you’re the one
that’s been sick, not me."
"Look, you scared me, okay? You know what I thought when I saw you on the floor like
that."
"I understand, really I do, but that’s over. I’ll stay home the rest of the
day, probably take a nice warm bath, but I will be at work in the morning. Don’t
forget to pick me up."
"Okay, okay." His cell phone rang and he answered. "Do you have some paper?" Scully got him pen and paper and as it seemed to be a lengthy call went on into her bedroom and began running her bath. When it was ready, she came out, found him still on the phone, motioned for him to let himself out and waved goodbye.
She soaked until the water got cool, feeling very relaxed and lazy. She’d slept so much lately she was surprised that she could drift off again in the middle of the day. She toweled herself dry, tossed the towel over her shoulder and walked naked into her bedroom. There on her bed was Mulder, relaxing and going over the notes he had taken. She grabbed the towel around herself and Mulder jumped up guilty and embarrassed.
"I thought you’d have your robe."
"I thought you had left!" His eyes seemed unable to leave her body. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to tell you about the call…Scully are you…my god, no!"
"Get out of my bedroom." She was furious. He looked into her eyes and fled the bedroom. They had told him she was barren, and he’d believed them. How?
All of the relaxation of the bath had vanished and she was practically shaking with anger. She threw on a t-shirt and jeans and stalked out of her bedroom. "How dare you? Lurking in my bedroom like some teenaged boy trying to get a thrill!" But even through her fury she was able to read the look on his pale face, he was devastated. What was going on?
"I knew you had gained some weight. I was pleased, you’d lost so much when you were ill, but I hadn’t seen any other…. Hell, I’m the one that’s been sick."
He was babbling, Mulder was babbling. She instinctively reached up to check for fever; it wasn’t another episode of flashback, was it?
He caught her hand. "I didn’t know you were seeing anyone, why didn’t you…"
"Mulder," now she was truly frightened, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Not me. Don’t you…Scully, don’t you know you’re pregnant?"
"What?" She snatched her hand from his.
"Haven’t you had any symptoms, nausea, tiredness, I. . .I don’t know."
"Mulder, this is something the doctor put in your head. You need to sit down." She tried to lead him to the couch.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
She was beginning to get angry again. "Mulder, I’m not pregnant."
"I’ve got to. . . I need some air."
"No Mulder, you shouldn’t be driving. You’re. . .something’s wrong. Mulder!" But he was out of her door, practically stumbling in his haste to leave.
She stood staring at her door in shock. How could he have thought that, how could he have thought she would…she realized tears were streaming down her face. She found herself crying into the sofa cushion with no memory of moving at all. What was wrong with him? Hell, what was wrong with her, why hadn’t she chased after him? He was sick and why was she suddenly so tired, so emotional. Her eyes wouldn’t stay open.
She dozed on the couch until her doorbell woke her. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, trying to get oriented.
"Who is it?"
"It’s me. Please let me in." She raced to the door.
"Mulder are you all right? Why didn’t you use your key?" She held his arm, ready to support him if he collapsed.
"I want you to take this." He held out a brown paper bag.
"What is it?" She looked inside, "A pregnancy test? What is going on?"
"Please."
"Why do you think I’m pregnant?"
"I saw you, I know I shouldn’t have been in there, but I saw you."
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Scully, you’re a doctor. You’ve noticed the changes. You’re. . . your abdomen is rounder, your breasts are fuller, heavier, haven’t you. . ."
Scully’s face was scarlet, "How would you know that?"
"Damn it, Scully, do you think I don’t look at you! Do you think I don’t know your body."
"I didn’t…" She took a deep breath to compose herself. "Nevertheless, Mulder, as a doctor I do know that certain phenomena has to occur in order to achieve conception and that phenomena has not occurred."
"You’re late aren’t you."
She stared into his eyes, furious. "You’re crossing a line here, Mulder."
"Don’t you think I know that. I don’t know what it’s going to do it us, but you are late, right?"
"Would you like me to state the various reasons, other than pregnancy, for that to occur?"
"How late?"
"Get out." Her voice was shaking.
"After you take the test." She just stared at him. "I’ll leave after you take the test. And if I’m wrong, I’ll spend the next twenty years trying to win your forgiveness."
She stared at him a moment longer then snatched the bag from his hand and went into her bedroom. He sank onto the sofa and put his face in his hands, afraid to think. She returned shortly and thrust a white plastic stick at him. "Here. I’ve taken your damn test. Now leave."
"Five minutes, Scully. I’ll leave in five minutes." He carefully laid the plastic on the coffee table and laid a napkin over it. He sat back on the couch and silently watched her pace around the apartment, her fury palpable. The silence stretched so long that when Mulder checked his watch and said, "It’s time." Scully started violently and turned her back on him. He leaned forward and removed the napkin. She heard his sharply indrawn breath, but couldn’t force herself to turn.
"Scully" He said quietly. She finally forced herself to turn, to see him holding a violently blue stick, an almost glow-in-the-dark color.
"No." It was a whisper. "No, I have never been unfaithful to…" she clasped her hand over her mouth, appalled at what her fragile emotional state had allowed her to reveal. Their eyes locked and a knot inside Mulder’s chest that he had not consciously been aware of loosened and fell away. She reached out a hand to steady herself against the chair and he was at her side. He led her to the sofa and sat her down. "Can I get you anything?"
She shook her head, unable to speak or tear her eyes from the plastic stick. "Scully, it’s only a home test. They can be wrong." Again she shook her head. "How late are you?"
"Seven… seven weeks." She managed to say.
"Seven!? And you didn’t suspect anything?"
"There was nothing to suspect! Mulder I haven’t been with anyone, not since. . . it’s been a long time." She began to tremble.
"We don’t have to talk about this now. You need to relax, okay? Come here." He folded her into his arms and gradually the shaking began to subside. "I’m going to put you to bed."
"What time is it?"
"Early, but you need to rest."
"I’m not sleepy."
"But you are in shock. At least lie down for a while, I’ll fix you something to eat."
"I’m not hungry." He led her into her bedroom and covered her with an afghan. "Don’t leave me." She whispered.
"I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep on your sofa tonight, I won’t leave you." She just looked at him. "Close your eyes." She obeyed him and he stood there looking at her a moment longer then returned to her living room and lowered himself onto her sofa as if he were a very old man.
It only took him seconds to realize where he was, but he couldn’t identify what had woken him. Then he heard it again, Scully moaning in the next room.
"No. . . No. Mulder, please. Don’t . . .NO!" She screamed the last and he had her in his arms.
"It’s a dream, Scully. Wake up. Everything’s okay." He was stroking her hair as she realized where she was. She clung to him as though she were drowning and began to sob uncontrollably. He rocked her and murmured comforting words in her ear until she began to calm down.
"I remember." She breathed in his ear. "I know. I remember what they did to me."
"They?" And suddenly he was clutching her as tightly as she had held him and horrible images kept appearing in his mind. "Scully, you weren’t. . . were you gang raped?" That could account for the memory loss, anyone would block that out. He wished he could. She looked up, startled and realized he was torturing himself with unthinkable thoughts, and needed comforting as much as she did.
"No, no Mulder." She brushed a tear from his cheek, not knowing if it was hers or his. "It wasn’t like that. They had us restrained, we were on tables."
"I was there?"
"Yes, you were struggling to break free, you were screaming at them to leave me alone. But you couldn’t. Oh Mulder, they were inside me."
He barely suppressed a flinch. "They were implanting this, this thing! The pain, they had to have dilated my cervix and they put this in me. I guess it was a form of rape, high tech rape. And now I’m pregnant. What am I carrying!? Mulder, what’s growing inside of me?!" He caught her fist before she could strike herself.
"No, you’re not going to hurt yourself. You can’t. Keep talking. Tell me what you remember. Where were we?"
"I don’t know, just a space with the two tables. And lights, the lights were so bright. I could turn and see you, but nothing ahead. I never saw, I could feel their hands. Oh Mulder. . ." He pulled her tightly to him again.
"Don’t relive it, just talk. You’re not there now, they can’t touch you now."
"It doesn’t matter, they already have. I can’t. . . I can’t breathe."
"Scully, please, try to relax, you’re going to pass out again. Please!" But her grip had loosened as she lost consciousness again. He frantically felt for her pulse again and tried to bring her to. Her breathing was easier and her color was coming back. She seemed to have slipped back into sleep, so he laid her down and lay down beside her. She wasn’t going to be out of his sight again for while.
He woke to find her in his arms, watching him sleep. When he tried to move away she tightened her grip.
"Scully, Honey wake up." She began to caress his back. "Scully?"
"If I wake up it will all be real again. I need you to heal me. You’re the only one who can. I need to feel you inside of me, not some. . . Mulder, make me whole."
He held her, totally confused. Was he taking advantage of her vulnerability or. . .no, he couldn’t, not like this.
Her hands had not stopped their exploration, and he drew a sharp breath as her hand cupped him. The immediate reaction was totally beyond his control.
"Please Mulder."
"And have you hate me for it later?"
"No Mulder."
"God, Scully, I want you. But not like this." His voice was trembling.
"Mulder. . .Mulder please. Let me remember you, let me remember love."
He was losing it, she had his jeans unzipped, and he groaned as she put her warm hand around his hot sex. She released him and jerked her own jeans off of her body.
"Don’t turn me down, not this time."
A small part of his mind wondered when he had ever turned her down, but the majority of his brain was trying desperately to hang on to sanity. If she didn’t slow down it was going to be over before it began.
"Scully! Scully please." He looked in her eyes. She was in charge here, she was demanding him…"We need to slow down a little. We’ve both waited for this. . . Scully. . ." She pressed herself against him. God, was she ready for him, he was drowning in her scent. She had hold of him again, was this ‘his’ Scully? She straddled him holding him down, taking over. He would have to hurt her to discourage her. She was wild, scratching, biting, demanding more and more of him. He was astounded, in all the times he had fantasized about this encounter; he had never dared cast her in the role of aggressor.
He felt the earthquake within her and could no longer hold back, filling her with his seed. Whoever’s child this woman, his woman, carried in her body, it was his now. His. His? Oh god, of course, he’d never been more sure of anything in his life. He realized she was biting her own hand to stifle her cries. As she relaxed she sprawled on top of him and he held her gently. They lay together quietly until she lifted her head to smile at him, as he realized how much he wanted her yet again.
"I thought you once told me you weren’t seventeen any more, an ‘old man’ like you wanting more."
"Well, part of me doesn’t seem to realize it right now." She reached for him again.
"No," he caught her hand. "It’s my turn now."
She blushed. He’d never gotten to witness the full extent of this before, it flowed down onto her chest. Why would anyone want anything besides redheads? He followed the blush with his tongue and took her breast into his mouth. It was fuller, was it tender? He never wanted to hurt her, but her hand on his head told him not to worry. He moved to the other breast, couldn’t let it feel left out. Then trailed down her stomach, sucking at her navel. He continued his downward exploration nuzzling her pubic hair, breathing in their mingled scent. His tongue darted out to her clitoris and she whimpered. He could make this woman whimper.
"Mulder, Mulder please, give me Fox."
He looked up in astonishment. "You named him?" How could such a little thing give him such an absurd amount of pleasure?
When he finally gave in to her incoherent entreaties and was once again sheathed in her it was amazingly familiar, more a long delayed homecoming. As their bodies united they felt the shift of souls melding to become the one entity that had never felt so right or complete in either of their lives.
Her climax, when it came, was so shattering that he was astounded, Scully so out of control. And he had the power to cause it. It was his last coherent thought before his own body shot out of control.
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