From: kennedy Date: 24 Apr 1999 18:32:47 -0700 Subject: [xfcreative] Coming Home 2: Safe at Home 1/3 From: kennedy 1/3 Melissa "Kennedy" Lee kennedy@usit.net TITLE: Coming Home 2: Safe at Home RATING: R. Just to be safe. SUMMARY: The saga continues. Mulder and Scully pick up where "Coming Home" left off. You need to read that one to follow this one. Can be found at Exemplary. Features "Tooms." CLASSIFICATION: MSR/SRST (Semi-resolved sexual tension) AUTHORS NOTES: Midway through "Coming Home" I realized that this "story" had taken on a life of its own. Hence, the "Coming Home Series." I hope to do justice to this series X-File cases in this and coming stories serve as background material to the story. This series imagines that Mulder and Scully have lives beyond the X-Files. So, please grant me creative license if I don't get the actual plot of the original ep down. DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Trust me. I'm not making any money off of this. FEEDBACK: It would be nice. Really. DEDICATION: To my dog. He forgave me for leaving him for 10 weeks to go to LA and try and get my career going. To my Mom; I will miss you when you go. To Mama Kim for offering me solace. To Gianni for, well, being you. To the GOD-DESS for not having me arrested. ARCHIVE: Xemplary and Gossamer only. Everybody else please ask. "Coming Home 2: Safe at Home" Fox Mulder was as close to happy as he'd been in almost twelve years. The last weeks had been close to perfect. His days were spent with Scully, and most evenings found him in her company. Some nights she even let him sleep over. On the couch of course. For her part, Scully was happy to be with Mulder again. Both recognized that they had changed, and she was enjoying getting to know him all over again. She was still bothered by the whole "Phoebe Green" affair, but wasn't ready to confront Mulder yet. And she really didn't mind him sleeping on her couch. She liked having him close. Just not too close; yet. Basement Office Hoover Building Breezing into the office Scully greeted Mulder cheerfully, "Good morning Mulder." As she went through her morning ritual of getting coffee, Mulder smiled in her direction. "Hi Scully. Sleep well last night?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" Continuing the flirtation he ventured, "as a matter of fact I would. Do you see that happening anytime soon?" He looked almost hopeful. Scully smirked, "in your dreams. Now let's get to work on all of paperwork." They worked quietly through the morning pausing only long enough to steal a glance at the other. Shortly before lunch the phone rang. "Mulder. Oh. Just a moment." Perplexed, he handed the phone to Scully. "Scully. Oh hi Tom. Yes. That sounds great." Hanging up the phone she turned to a not-so-discreetly-listening Mulder. "Just an old friend from the academy. We're going to lunch." Mulder shifted uncomfortably. "I-I hope you have fun. What did you say name was?" Catching the slight emphasis on the word , she replied, "I didn't, but it's Colton. Tom Colton." Mulder nodded while making a mental note to check him out. Reading his mind she informed him that Colton was a member of the VCS, on the fast track and that they had gone out a few times. For good measure she threw in, "and as far as I know he's never been abducted by little green men." Her smile faded as she watched Mulder's face fall. "Grey." With sad eyes he looked up at her. At her puzzled expression he repFrom: Melissa Lee Date: 28 Apr 1999 21:29:25 -0700 Subject: [xfcreative] Coming Home 3: Playing House 1of 3 From: Melissa Lee TITLE: Coming Home 3: Playing House AUTHOR: Melissa "Kennedy" Lee RATING: R CATEGORY: MSR/AU (SRST--Semi resolved sexual Tension) SUMMARY: Part three in the series. Need to read Coming Home and Coming Home 2: Safe at Home, to get this one. Deals with the Episode "Eve" and Scully's feelings about Sarah, sex, and a world without birth defects. AUTHORS NOTES: Once again, to my buds in TX and Nashville; my little XF group in Knoxville, my seven sisters, and the GOD-DESS. I am still grateful you didn't have me arrested. I'm not worthy. ARCHIVING: Gossamer and Xemplary only please. Ask first for the rest. FEEDBACK: Please. I know the last one and this one are relatively tame compared to the angst fest of the first one, but trust me, it's coming. DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money off of this. Really. PREVIOUSLY: Mulder and Scully furthered their relationship physically. Somewhat. Mulder was confused by Scully's refusal to accept any form of physical gratification. He decides something traumatic had to of happened to her. Previous installments can be found at Xemplary and eventually Gossamer. www.xemplary.com "Whateated, "Grey. They're little men." Regretting her words she attempted to apologize. "I'm sorry. I just-" He cut her off. "It's ok Scully. You better get going." He managed a weak smile. Scully hesitated before leaving. When Mulder refused to acknowledge her presence, she left. Mulder was on her mind the entire drive to the restaurant. = I'm sorry Mulder. I shouldn't have said that. I wasn't trying to poke fun at you.= Mulder was still on her mind as Tom Colton rose to greet her. "Hello Dana. How are you?" Before she could respond, he had pulled her into a hug and kissed her. Shocked, she freed herself from him while admonishing, "Tom!" Colton looked at her with hungry eyes. "I'm sorry Dana, but you just look really good." When she didn't respond, he took it personally. "If you don't recognize a compliment when you hear one, you've been in the basement with Spooky too long. Speaking of which, how do you like ? Are the X-Files everything you imagined?" Dana became defensive. "My work on the X-Files is important. If you invited me here to criticize my work, then I should leave." He stopped her as she got up to leave. "Dana, please. I'm sorry. Let's have lunch, catch up on everybody, and then I want to tell you about a case I'm working." 2 Hours Later Mulder's paranoia had gotten the best of him. =She said they went out a times. What does that mean? How far did they go? Does she really think I'm a joke?= When she returned to work, Scully's face wore a troubled expression. "How was lunch?" Trying to busy herself with a file she non-chalantly replied, "Oh it was nice. Good to catch up on everybody. My class is doing very well climbing the ranks." Mulder inwardly grimaced. =Everybody but you. You're stuck with me.= "Tom offered me the opportunity to log some hours with the VCS. If it's all right." Mulder was caught off guard, but didn't show it. =She's leaving me. This is her big break, and then she's outta here.= "You don't need my permission. Besides, it'll look good for you to log some hours with VCS." Scully nodded, but could feel the tension quickly forming in the office. Attempting to assuage the tension, she filled Mulder in on the case. He was under whelmed until she got to the part about livers being ripped out by a bare hand. That had him leaping to his feet ready to tackle the case. Scully's words stopped him cold. "Tom asked to help. Not you. He knows you by reputation." Mulder was genuinely shocked. "I have a reputation?" Sheepishly she nodded. "They used to call you at the academy." "Oh. That." Again the pain flickered across his face. "Did-did call me Spooky?" The hesitation and pain was more than Scully could bare. Without looking at him she hesitantly nodded. Trying to joke it off he said, "hey, if the shoe fits!" Feeling guilty she allowed him to accompany her to the crime scene. Tom was happy to see her, but was livid when Mulder showed up. "What's he doing here?" Mulder just smirked as he shook Colton's hand. Mulder was sizing up the man Scully had a few times. =Pip squeek.= "Just remember Mulder, this is case." Mulder quietly went about collecting evidence, and found an elongated fingerprint on an air vent. "Mulder? The air vent is 6"x12". I don't think that's how the killer got in." Uncharacteristically Mulder remained silent. Quietly he went out to the car to wait for Scully, who was tied up talking to Colton. "Really Tom, I have a lot to do tonight. I need to work on my profile, and I still have lots of paperwork from my last case." Laying his hand on her shoulder he proceeded. "You can't go without food. Come on." Scully glanced around for Mulder, but he'd managed to disappear. =Where are you when I need you?= To avoid his incessant whining she finally gave in. "Ok Tom, you win. But let's make it a working dinner. I still have to get up to speed?! You think I was raped? You think that, don't you? Listen to yourself." Mulder was befuddled. "It's a perfectly reasonable explanation. You must admit." Scully rolled her eyes. "Explanation for what? For not wanting you to finger fuck me? Is that what this is about?" Mulder shrugged. "You tell me. Why else would you not want to be-pleasured. Why else would you not want me to touch you?" Mulder's blood suddenly went cold. "Or is that it? You don't want to touch you?" Mulder took Scully's silence as an affirmation. Scully took in the terror stricken look on his face as he stumbled backwards to the door. "Mulder, wait." Looking down at her hands she began speaking. "It's not-you. It's-." "You keep saying that, but do nothing to make me think otherwise!" Grabbing her by the upper arms he pulled her close to him. "I love you." Looking into his eyes she saw all the doubt they held. =He thinks I'm rejecting .= "I can't explain this to you. Not right now. Just know it's not you." =Well, not entirely.= "I love you. Can you just accept that for right now?" Mulder contemplated that for a moment. "You're sure you weren't raped?" Sighing she answered, "Positive. Now can we go to bed?" She pulled at him, but he remained planted where he was. "What?" Grinning he answered, "That still doesn't explain how you learned to give head like that." "Mulder!" They collapsed laughing on the bed, and were soon in the middle of a pillow fight. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% They spent the next two weeks together; day and night. Mulder called it "playing house." Scully had grown accustomed to having Mulder in her bed. As the days passed she became more and more bold in her pursuit of pleasuring Mulder. Mulder had taken her to see an action movie, and while he was totally into the movie, Scully became bored. Stone Theater Scully quickly glanced around the theater and noted that it was half full. Casually reaching over she caressed Mulder's crotch. Eliciting a moan from him she quietly eased down on her knees and unzipped his pants. "Scully!" he hissed. "What do you think you are doing? Get up here. Now!" One of the patrons a few rows back shushed him. Mulder tried to turn around, but Scully managed to get his cock out and slowly encircled the head with her mouth. "Unh on this case." Though he was a little disappointed, he figured it was a place to start. "Fine. How about we order Chinese from my place?" Scully decided they would order from her apartment. Smiling, Colton left her alone. Scully went to look for Mulder, finding him in the car. He was absently playing with a paperclip. "Thanks for ditching me ." She was ready to pull out of the parking lot when she realized he hadn't responded to her. "You ok Mulder?" With sad eyes he looked at her. "Yeah. I'm fine." =You called me Spooky and probably laughed at me. Even worse, you went out with that pip squeek.= "Do you want to get together tonight? Maybe grab some food?" Scully considered telling Mulder about her plans, but nixed the idea. "Actually, I think I'll just spend the night working on my profile, ok?" =You don't want me around.= She could feel him withdrawing from her, and silently berated herself for her earlier comments. =I shouldn't have said anything about aliens or his nickname.= Doing a quick mental calculation she figured to be rid of Colton by 9-9:30. "Mulder? Why don't you stop by around ten, and bring some ice cream?" Mulder's spirits lifted at her words. =Maybe I can wrangle an invite to sleep on her couch. Bad back be damned.= Mulder's mood improved somewhat, and after checking out the second crime scene, they called it a day. Dana went home to work on her profile, and Mulder busied himself by searching through some old X-Files until time to go to Scully's. Scully and Tom Colton had finished dinner and were trying to come up with a plausible point of entry for each crime scene. They had spent the last hour going around in circles, and Colton had been making gestures and innuendos towards Scully all night. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was already 9:25pm. She wanted rid of Colton before Mulder showed up, so she hinted that he should leave. "It's getting late Tom, and I'm more than a little tired." Waiting expectantly for him to leave, she was caught off guard when he pulled her to him. Running his fingers through her hair he crushed his mouth to hers. Trapping her body with his, he ran his free hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Grabbing his wrist, she broke the kiss. "Dana you know we both want this; just relax. I can make you feel so good." Having arrived early, Mulder overheard the last part of the conversation. =Maybe she has feelings for him after all. Maybe she wanted me to overhear them. = As he turned to leave, he heard Scully's voice, "Tom, stop NOW! If you'll recall, I wasn't interested then and I'm not now." Releasing her, he was angered by her rebuff. Before he could utter a word Mulder rushed into the apartment. "What the hell is he doing here? And with a key to your apartment?" Stalking over to the couch, Mulder reached for Colton as he spit out, "Get. Off. Of. Her. NOW!" The two men were facing off, but Scully diffused the situation by stepping between them. "I think you should leave now Tom." "You were frigid then, but now you're a bon-a-fide ice queen." Glancing at Mulder he sneered, "I thought the rumors about her being were false, but I guess not. Guess ol' Spooky thawed the ice queen." Grabbing his jacket he stormed out of the apartment. Mulder shouted, "Fuck you Colton!" Turning his attention back to Scully, he gently asked, "did he hurt you? Did he-." Scully was angered. "I'm fine Mulder. You didn't have to come riding in here on your white horse and rescue me. I could have handled the situation by myself." Mulder snorted. "Yeah, that's what it looked like. Thanks for lying to me." He turned and left her alone in the apartment. Scully glanced at the carton of melting ice cream sitting on the coffee table. Locking the door, she idly wondered how everything had gone sour so quickly. Two Days Later The last two days had been surreal to Scully. Outside of work she hadn't talked to Mulder, and the few times she had tried to reach him, his cell phone was off. She missed having him sleep on her couch, or being around just to sit with. Even when they didn't talk they communicated. But this was different. He was purposely avoiding her. To make matters worse, the one suspect they had arrested had passed a lie detector test. So they were back to square one; and Mulder had a new theory. Colton had managed to reek havoc on both their reputations by spreading rumors that they were sleeping together. Whenever they entered a room conversation almost always stopped. Fuel had been added to the fire when Mulder was overseen playing with a necklace around Scully's neck. Little did they know Mulder had just given Scully his blessing to be reassigned to VCS. Scully had accused him of being territorial, and then became annoyed that he would give up on her so easily when he offered his blessing. "You're giving up on me? On-us? Hasn't the last eleven years taught you anything? No wonder you-." She caught herself before she said anything she would regret. Mulder looked at her first with hurt and then with coldness. "How dare you? How could you?" Putting all personal differences aside, they managed to find the lair of Tooms. Mulder noted that he seemed to take personal trophies of every victim, and Mulder had stumbled upon a generous quantity of bile. On his hand. Mulder had requested surveillance of 66 Exeter street and advised Scully to get some rest. Then he disappeared, and wasn't answering his phone. Colton snuck up on her in the conference room and made one last attempt to convince her to join the VCS. "Dana, I'm sorry about the other night. I've always liked you, and hoped we could be more than just friends. If not, I'll survive, but please consider working full time with the VCS. Your talents shouldn't be wasted chasing aftem. oh Jesus." Mulder was barely whispering. Spreading his legs wide he rolled his head back and gave in to the situation. Tracing her tongue along the underside of his cock, she gently applied pressure to his sack. Increasing the pressure with both her mouth and hand, she could feel Mulder starting to break. As he began to pulsate in her mouth, she quickly reached up and clamped her hand down on his mouth. Mulder's muffled sob was drowned out; by a shoot out on the screen. Using a napkin to wipe him off, she quickly zipped him back up and eased back into her seat. Mulder was boneless in the seat for the rest of the movie. As the lights came up, Scully grinned at him wickedly as she said, "you're right Mulder, I did like this movie." With that she got up and proceeded to leave the theater. On the way home Mulder stole sideways glances at her. Scully just continued to smile. "-Are-God you are crazy. Why did you do that?" She laughed. "I didn't hear you complaining while I was doing it." Mulder continued the conversation on the way up to her apartment. "Why would you do that Scully? I enjoyed it. Definitely enjoyed it, but why?" She shrugged as she let them into her apartment. "I was bored. I thought it would be fun. A new experience. That is what you want isn't it? For me to open myself to new experiences?" He slightly nodded. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her into a hungry kiss. Easing her into the bedroom he slipped his hand into her pants seeking her center. She stiffened and pushed him away. Sighing he retreated to the bathroom and got ready for bed. It was the third time in as many days that he had tried unsuccessfully to her. Easing into bed he slipped his arms around her. =What's going on Scully? Why won't you let me do this for you?= Those were his last thoughts as sleep overtook him. 4 Days Later Scully entered the office smiling, going immediately for the coffee. Mulder had spent last night at his place; the first time in over two weeks. She would never admit it to him, but she missed waking up with him. All of him. "Good morning Agent Scully. Sleep well last night?" She gave him a knowing smile. "Never better. And you?" "Oh, I've slept better. Course, I've slept worse too." He winked at her. "Anyway, I got a new case for us." Jumping up he turned on the slide projector. Clicking on the slides he stopped on one of a man with two puncture holes on his neck. "Exsanquination Scully." He was looking at her expectantly. "There have been reports of involving alien abduction and exsanquination." Mulder began his litany of possible alien involvement in the death of the man. Calmly she started her own explanation of what might have happened. "Mulder, the human heart can act as a pump when an artery has been punctured. That has to be the reason the man was, as you put it, "running a quart low." I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for all of this." With a wry smile he added, "that's what I'm counting on Scully! Let's go to Connecticut." She sighed and followed him out of the office. On the Plane "Sir? The woman you're traveling with is asking for you." Mulder looked around dumbly at the flight attendant. "Excuse me?" She repeated, "The woman you're traveling with is in the bathroom sick and is asking for you. She needs her purse." Fearing Scully was having a bout of air- sickness, he rushed to the lavatory at the back of the plane. Knocking softly he whispered, "Scully? You ok?" The door opened just a fraction and she yanked him into the bathroom. "I know you hate to fly; are you air-sick?" Giggling she reached up and kissed him while cupping him. "Scully!" He scolded. "I thought you were sick! This isn't funny." Shutting the lid on the toilet she yanked his pants open. "Scully," he warned. Ignoring him she slid his semi-erect penis into her mouth. Against his brain's wishes, he became fully aroused. Grippingr little green men." "Grey. They're grey, not green. I am permanently assigned to the X-Files. Thank you for the opportunity to log some hours with the VCS." When he started to protest, she began again; "Tom, there never was an us nor will there ever be. I'm sorry. If you'll excuse me, I have a stakeout to get ready for." He took great pleasure in bursting her bubble. "I called the stakeout off. It's a waste of time and man power." Scully was livid. "You can't authorize that. It's not interfering with your investigation!" Flushed with anger he leaned toward Dana. "I can't, but my SAC can." As she reached for the phone he stopped her. "Let me tell Mulder." "Is this what it takes to make it up the ladder Colton? Mulders methods may be out there, but he's a better agent than you'll ever be." Turning on her heel she headed home. She spent all day trying to reach Mulder, but finally decided to leave a message on his machine. 66 Exeter Street Mulder hadn't bothered to check his messages knowing Scully wouldn't call. After realizing the stakeout wasn't happening he checked around the abandoned building, finding Scully's necklace. Realizing Scully was the next victim, he sped in the direction of her apartment, while trying to reach her by phone. =This is all my fault. So help me, if Stretch Armstrong hurts her, I'll feed him his own liver.= About to get in the tub Scully felt the sticky bile as it hit her skin. Realizing Tooms was somewhere in her house, she got her gun. Without warning, Tooms came bursting through her heating vent. As she struggled with him she dropped her gun. Tooms had her pinned to the floor, and was trying to tear at her liver when Mulder kicked the door in and began struggling with Tooms. Working together they managed to get him handcuffed to her bathtub faucet. After they finished giving their statements and filling out reports, it was close to eleven. Finally alone they stood staring at each other awkwardly. Mulder was the first to speak. "If you're sure you're ok, I guess I better be going." Not wanting him to leave she offered him some coffee or tea. Mulder shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah." Scully went to make the tea as Mulder made himself comfortable in the living room. Bringing the tea into the room, she noticed Mulder was sitting at the far end of her couch. After sitting in an uncomfortable silence for a while, Mulder got up to leave. "Don't go. Please." He sighed. "I think I should. I-I want to be alone." He was at the door before she spoke. "I want you to stay." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and he wasn't sure he had heard right. "What?" She came to stand in front of him. "I don't want to be alone tonight. I-I need you. Please stay the night." She looked at him pleadingly. Relenting he answered, "Ok." While Scully was getting ready for bed, Mulder had retrieved his sweat pants and t-shirt he started leaving at Scully's for when he slept over. Dressed in her blue satin p.j.'s, Scully found Mulder making up the couch in the living room. Mulder was about to lock the door, when he remembered the lock was broken from where he'd kicked the door in. Again. "Guess it's a good thing I'm staying," he said as he pointed to the lock. "You couldn't use your key?" Scully said smiling. "Element of surprise Scully! Wasn't sure what I'd find." He reached out to touch her face, but stopped. His face grew solemn at the prospect of losing her again, especially to death. "Let's go to bed Mulder." She held her hand out to him in invitation. Mulder was surprised. "Scully?" "To sleep Mulder. I just want you with me. Close." Mulder nodded and went to slide the chair under the doorknob, as Scully made her way to bed. Finding her already in bed when he entered the bedroom, he carefully slid under the covers, trying to stay on side. 1/3 2/3 "I want you close Mulder. Take a hint." Easing closer to her, he still left an adequate amount of space between them. Sighing, Scully rolled to meet him, and wrapped her body around his. "I'm sorry about Colton, Mulder. He's an ass. I'm also sorry I accused you of giving up to easily. I didn't mean to imply that was the reason you didn't come for Sarah or me." "You didn't say that Scully. You have nothing to apologize for." Raising up on one elbow she replied, "I might not of said it, but I was thinking it. That's just as bad." "How involved were you with Colton? I mean, well-you know. Never mind. It's none of my business." Scully chuckled. "A little tongue tied Mulder? It is your business. This time anyway. Anything that could impede one of our investigations or cause us to lose perspective, is the others business." "But-" Before he could continue she placed two fingers on his lips. "No buts. We just went out a few times. Usually after a big day at the academy; sort of a celebration of making it through the day. I didn't think much about them until he wanted a more-physical relationship." Mulder quit breathing for a second. Long enough for Scully to realize what his fears were. "Relax Mulder. I never gave in, and that's why he quit asking me out." "Oh." She was almost asleep when she felt Mulder trying not to laugh. "What's so funny Mulder?" Scully was getting annoyed. "I just realized today is April 1st. April Fools Day!" She joined him in laughter, but stopped abruptly a short time later. "What's wrong Scully?" "Tomorrow's the 2nd. April 2nd. Sarah would have been 11. I-I almost forgot Fox. How could I?" Wrapping himself tightly around her, he said, "you wouldn't have forgotten. Never." Clinging to each other, she whispered, "I miss her Fox. I always will." "Oh Dana. So much wasted time. I always call in sick on April 2nd." Shifting to face him she said, "I guess we have a problem then. always call in sick on the 2nd. Even in med school. Won't it look suspicious for us to both be out?" "I don't care. April 2nd, 1981 was the best and worst day of my life. My daughter was born, I held her, loved her and lost her." He shuddered at the memory. "And I lost you. I stayed drunk for weeks after that. I don't remember much of that time, but I remember being miserable. I wouldn't go home for days, I slept in alley's even the graveyard. One day, I finally just sobered up. Slowly, life became bearable again." Listening intensely, she recalled her own dark days during that time. And Phoebe Green. Pushing that thought away, she regained her composure. "I'm going to the graveyard tomorrow. Would you like to come?" "Yes! I-I haven't been there yet. I'm afraid to go." Making circles on his chest she wanted to know why. "I'm afraid she won't like me. I know she's not here, but still. I abandoned her. I wasn't strong enough to stand up to Bill. I did give up to easily. What kind of father would I have been?" Scully caressed his cheek. "You would have been the best kind of father; the kind who loves his children." Placing a tender kiss on his cheek, she tasted the salt of his tears. "Shhhh. It's ok. I love you." She kissed him again, only not so tenderly or innocently. Mulder held her head in his hand, and rubbed her back with the other hand. She could feel his growing erection, and became aroused. Knowing she had to be aware of his desire, Mulder refrained from trying to take things further. =It's Scully's decision. She sets the pace.= Gasping for breath she reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. "I'm sorry Mulder. I shouldn't have-" "It's ok. I understand. We're doing this at your pace. I'm in no hurry." Moving her hand over his erection, she responded, "liar. I'd say you're in a big hurry." "Keep touching me like that, and you'll find out how big a hurry I'm in." He attempted to remove her hand, but she slid it u his hips she savagely licked and sucked him. Gripping the faucet of the tiny sink he came. Collapsing back against the door, he tried to catch his breath. "Wh-wh-what was that for?" Shrugging she answered, "I haven't done that for you in a couple of days. Just thought it would be nice." Wiping her mouth, she checked her reflection in the mirror and regarded Mulder. "You better pull yourself together. Now straighten up and go back to your seat. I'll be there in a few minutes." Numbly he wiped himself off and headed back to his seat. He kept his head down all the way back to the seat in hopes that nobody would realize he'd just gotten "blown" at 30,000 feet. Shutting the door behind Mulder, Scully began stroking herself. Settling back on the toilet lid she dropped her pants and spread her legs. Pinching her nub she came. When she rejoined Mulder, she found a small bottle of club soda awaiting her. At her raised eyebrow Mulder answered, "The flight attendant thought it might help settle your stomach." He rolled his eyes, and she smiled mischievously. "So, is this case the reason you didn't stay with me last night?" Mulder shifted, refusing to meet her eyes. "Mulder?" "More or less," he answered trying not to lie to her, but not wanting to tell her everything either. She was insistent. "Explain." "I did receive some info on this case yesterday, and I wanted to do some more checking before we took it." He hoped that would assuage her curiosity. "And?" She pressed. He exhaled slowly, debating if he should tell her the truth. =Well, ya see Scully, I want to make love to you so badly that I'm going crazy. I want to taste you, make you writhe beneath my tongue. Yeah, tell her that. Since you won't let me touch you, I had to go home and jerk off to a 1-900 number operator. Yep, tell her that.= "I-I just needed a little time alone. =to jerk off= Anyway, I figured you were getting tried of me being underfoot." =Well, that wasn't really a lie.= Scully was a little hurt by his admission. She realized she'd just taken it for granted that they'd spend their nights together. That would want to spend their nights together. "You're not underfoot Mulder. I-I like having you around." Leaning in she inconspicuously brushed her hand over his crotch as she said, "I like doing things for you." Mulder meekly smiled at her innuendo before returning his gaze out of the window. =What's going on with you Scully? Why won't you let me near you? Why are you going down on me in airplane bath rooms?= Scully thought back over the last week and how happy they were. Or at least how happy she thought they were. She considered each of Mulder's rebuffs to her offers of "pleasure." Individually they seemed normal; "I'm tired. I just want to cuddle." He had even stayed up until the wee hours of the night a couple of times; not coming to bed until well after she was asleep and rising before she was awake. She wondered if something was bothering him; if she was bothering him. Before she could ponder the thought any more, the plane landed and they were on their way to see Teena Simmons. They reached what could only be described as a modern day orphanage, and began questioning Teena. Mulder was momentarily lost as he wondered what Sarah would have looked like at age eight. In his mind he saw a miniature version of Scully with his eyes. Having been caught staring by Scully, he quickly looked away. Mourning the losses that had befallen the young girl, Scully thought of Sarah and closed her eyes against the pain. When she opened her eyes the little girl was speaking of "men from the sky." Scully likened the cold sterile environment of the group home to the morgue where she had, had to leave Sarah. Pushing the thoughts away, she returned her focus to the case. As her and Mulder headed for yet another budget motel, she wondered about their sleeping arrangements. It was something they had yet to discuss. "Mulder? We haven't discussed being together. On the road." Waiting for him to pick up on what she meant, she fidgeted with her hands. "We'll have to get two rooms regardless. Other than that, I just assumed we'd sleep together; either in 'your place or mine.'" Glancing her way, he caught her smiling at him. After eating dinner in, they went over case notes and decided to turn in. Settling into Scully's bed, they talked about the day. "You were thinking about her today, weren't you?" 1/3 2/3 "Yes. I just kept picturing Sarah in Teena's place. Do you ever wonder what she would have looked like? If she would have been curious and adventurous, or quiet and shy? If she would have been tall or short? " Scully stiffened in his arms as she quickly snapped, "No. Not anymore. I've put that behind me." Mulder was a bit shocked, but before he could ponder her answer, she was sliding down under the covers. Squeezing his cock she said, "How about I do something for you?" As she attempted to ease his boxers down, he stopped her hand. "Not tonight Scully." Coming out from under the covers she turned the lamp on. "Geez Scully. Cut the light off; you're blinding me." Making no attempt to move she hissed, "What is it Mulder? Or should I say who?" Mulder reached over her for the light but was blocked by Scully. "We have to talk. Why won't you let me do this for you? Before the airplane, it'd been four days Mulder! Hell, before that I was doing this for you 2-3 times a day." With barely controlled anger he shot back, "Me!? Why won't you let do anything for ? You'll barely let me touch you, let alone pleasure you." Mulder had her pinned beneath him. "Don't you understand? I want to taste you? I want to bury my face in you; get inside you? As for who, there is no 'who,' unless you count the 1-900 sex operator I callender the waistband of his boxers instead. "Scully!" He hissed. As she fondled and caressed him, he moaned and began thrusting his hips against her hand. From some long buried instinct she knew he was close. Leaning down she whispered, "let go ." Mulders eyes flew open as he jerked away from Scully. Sitting up he snapped at her, "don't call me that. Don't you ever call me that again." His mind was assaulted with images from a graveyard encounter some eleven years ago. Shaking his head to try and clear the images from his mind, he went to the bathroom and locked himself in. After fifteen minutes, Scully hesitantly knocked on the door. "Mulder? Are you ok? I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Please come back out." Slowly the door opened and Mulder appeared. Embracing her tightly, he repeated over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Confused, Scully held him until he calmed down. "What's wrong Mulder? What did I do?" "It's not you. Just please never call me that again. I didn't mean to snap at you." He allowed Scully to put him back to bed. As she joined him she tentatively cuddled up to his chest. "Is this ok Mulder?" Stroking her hair he sighed. "It's fine. Actually it's great." "Would you like, or do you want me to, uhm, finish?" Mulder chuckled. "I'd like nothing more, but I doubt my body would co-operate." Scully touched his now flaccid penis and began to stroke him once again. When there was no immediate response, she became more determined. Mulder was about to ask her to stop when she flicked the tip of his penis with her thumb, and gave a little squeeze. Smiling at his body's response, she began to stroke him fully. In short order Mulder was thrusting and coming all at once. Collapsing on the bed, he tried to catch his breath. Returning with a warm wash cloth, Scully peeled back his soiled boxers and sweat pants, and began to clean him up. Mulder stopped her by gently pushing her hand away. "What's wrong?" He smiled in the dark. "If you keep doing that, you'll have to do again." She giggled. "You certainly have a high opinion of yourself." Grabbing her wrist, he placed it on his newly rigid flesh. "It's been a very long time." =What about that hooker three weeks ago? That doesn't count. Why? That was purely physiological, brought on by rage and hurt.= Dana's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "I-I could do- something, for you. If you wanted." Politely declining he attempted to return the favor. Removing his soiled garments, he eased closer to her. "Mulder no. You don't have to." His breath was hot against her ear. "Mulder yes. I want to." Mumbling something about Ryan and a pair of his old shorts, Scully jumped out of bed and started rummaging through her closet. "Dana? What's wrong?" "I'm fine Mulder." Finding the shorts, she handed them to Mulder. He went to the bathroom to put them on, and Scully returned to bed to wait for him. When he returned, he sat next to her instead of getting in the bed. "I just don't want to, ok? It's not you. It's just been a long week and I ne-want you to hold me. Ok?" Easing into bed he spooned her to him. Middle of the Night "No! You can't have her!" Mulder awoke with a start as Scully started screaming in her sleep. "Scully? Wake-up!" She started screaming, "Sarah, Sarah!" Mulder continued to try and wake her, to no avail. As a high pitched scream erupted from her throat, she sat bolt upright in the bed. Gasping for breath she whispered, "It was about Tooms. He had Sarah and wanted her liver. I couldn't stop him from taking her." Mulder pulled her into his embrace. "You're safe now Scully. You're safe at home." Eventually she slept. The next morning she awoke to an empty bed. "Mulder?" She heard someone coming down the hall. "Mulder, is that you?" Her door opened to reveal a clean shaven, jean clad Mulder. "Morning sleepyhead." Breakfast is about ready, so go shower and we'll eat." "What about work?" "Already taken care of. I'm sick and you're working at my place today. Enroute to New Grey Cemetery "A dozen of your best peach roses please." At Scully's look he answered, "I always buy her flowers on her birthday. It was my way of being a part of her life, I guess." "Why peach? Why not red or yellow or white?" Sheepishly he answered, "it's what I've always imagined her to be like; rare, unique. I-uh, I always buy her peach ones." He carefully removed one of the petals and smoothed it out. Reaching into the backseat of the car he pulled out a very well worn copy of "Charlotte's Web." Carefully opening the book, he placed the petal with ten other dried rose petals. Scully gasped. Finding her voice she asked, "Charlotte's Web?" Mulder nodded. I bought the book before she was born. Before I knew she was a she. I imagined reading this book to my child. I wanted to read this book to my child. You know, an unexpected gift arrives for Wilbur. Charlotte helps Wilbur out and teaches him about love and friendship, and they have a bond. An unbreakable bond." Mulder looked directly at Scully as he said the last part. Scully gave his hand a squeeze. Mulder continued. "Kind of ironic, isn't it? Charlotte dies at the end of the book. I never imagined Sarah would die. Not before me. Or you even." They sat in silence for a long while before Scully spoke. "But doesn't Charlotte's eggs hatch in the end? And doesn't one of the baby spiders stay with Wilbur?" She was smiling a little at Mulder, with hope shining in her eyes. Giving a small laugh, he agreed. "Yeah, yeah they do." Taking the key from the ignition, they got out of the car. They walked to the grave in silence. Kneeling, Mulder placed the roses at the base of the tomb stone. Fingering the black marble, he idly traced the outline of her name. "Sarah Grace Mulder-O'Malley. April 2nd, 1981-Oct. 6th, 1981." Scully clasped his hand and turned into him. "Sarah, this is your daddy, Fox. Fox, this is your daughter Sarah." Turning to leave she called over her shoulder, "Take all the time you need. I'll be waiting by the car." Mulder stared at the grave for a long while before speaking. "I'm sorry. I- well, I have no excuse for not being there for you. Just know I never stopped loving you. Never." Fingering the small St. Jude's statue atop the marker, he got a glimpse of Scully wiping at her eyes. "Scully, come here." Surprised, she made her way back to the grave. "What?" Mulder held up the worn copy of Charlotte's Web. "I-I kind of wanted to read to her. If it's ok? Will you stay with me?" As she sat down, Mulder looked at her before beginning. "This must seem really silly, huh?" He tried to smile, but failed miserably. Settling back against him she replied, "No, I don't think it's silly. I think-it's the sweetest thing anybody could ever do for her. And me." Mulder began reading from one of his favorite passages. "Well," said her mother, "one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it." "Do away with it?" shrieked Fern. "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?" Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. "Don't yell, Fern!" she said. "Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway." Leaving the cemetery On the way home they stopped for lunch at DePalma's, and ate in silence. Each lost in their thoughts. Mulder finally broke the silence. "I liked the statue of St. Jude. Did you have her christened in the Church?" "Yes. Missy and Charlie were her God parents." Mulder considered this for a moment before finally asking, "How is Missy? Whatever happened to her and Chuck?" Scully laughed. "Well, they broke up after that summer, but the last I heard they were back together." Mulder looked at her quizzically. "After Sarah- well, Missy didn't take her death to well. She quit school and drifted up and done the seaboard. It's been a year since I last heard from her. They were living on the west coast. And yes, still going at it like dogs in heat!" Mulder laughed. "At least somebody's getting it!" He stopped laughing when he saw the look of pain on Scully's face. "Scully? What's wrong?" "Mulder, I'm sorry our relationship hasn't been more-satisfying for you." Mulder was perplexed. "Scully, I'm happy with the way our relationship is progressing. Yes, I'd like to take things further, but I can wait." =I've waited this long, what's a little longer?= "Take me home Mulder." He caught a slight glint in her eyes. Arriving at her apartment, Scully disappeared into the bathroom while Mulder made himself comfortable on the couch. "You ok in there Scully? You've been in there a while." Momentarily she appeared with a wicked smile on her face. Crooking her index finger she charmed Mulder to the bathroom. Seeing the bathtub he stopped. It was filled with white frothy bubbles, and Scully was holding a scrub brush. "Down to your skivvies soldier." Happily complying he was undressed in record time. =He has the body of a Greek God.= "You will be joining me in this won't you Scully?" Guiding him into the tub, she shook her head. "This is for you. Today is a tough day. I've had a lot longer to get used to it than you have." She gently cleaned him and shampooed his hair. "You're not putting that girly stuff in my hair are you?" He was silenced with a kiss. "Girly stuff can be good," he squeaked as she retrieved the soap she dropped. "Alright Mulder, dry off and meet me in the bedroom in ten minutes." Leaving Mulder to dry off she hurried around the apartment gathering supplies. Finding only emergency candles in the closet, she briefly considered how romantic they were. =He won't care about the candles when I'm done.= Closing the blinds in the bedroom, setting up the candles, and turning down the bed, she went to retrieve her try of goodies. "Scully? Where are my clothes?" Mulder called from the bathroom. "You won't need them; now get in here." Mulder shyly peered in the bedroom, and entered cautiously. The towel wrapped tightly around his waist did little to conceal his straining erection. "Mulder, take the towel off. Now." Mulder hesitated and Scully ripped the towel off. "Scully!" He shrieked. She backed him up against the bed and pushed him down. "You don't have to have sex with me. I mean, if you're not ready. Really. It's ok." =Please let her say it's ok. Please God.= Reaching down she flicked the tip of his cock. "Who said we're going to have sex?" Mulder was stunned and embarrassed. Leaving him to collect the tray of goodies, she watched as his eyes grew wide. "Scully?" He managed to croak out. "Mulder, we've both changed a lot since we were first together. I would assume we have both added to our repertoire." She cocked her eyebrow as she said that. "While I'm not ready to become intimately involved with you, I do want to please you as much as possible. Just lie back and relax. Enjoy the show." Mulder's eyes grew even wider as he saw the jar of honey she was holding up. Watching her movements closely, he sucked in his breath as she spread a dollop on his shaft. Slowly and tantalizingly she nipped and licked it all off. Mulder was mesmerized as she placed another dollop on the head of his erection. Taking him to the brink of insanity, she slowly swirled the sticky nectar around the swollen hood. Making eye contact with him, she pulled back revealing stringy strands of honey hanging from her lips. "Oh God." He was briefly wondering how he had gotten so lucky when a thought crossed his mind. =How'd she get so good at this? Who did she learn on? Think about that later.= All he could think about at the moment was how good it felt to have her lips on him; surrounding him. Fighting the urge to thrust, he was pulled from his thoughts by something even stickier being applied to his cock. Scully was now applying marshmallow cream up the underside of his cock and then up his lower abdomen. Reaching his belly button, she filled it with powdered sugar. She began rimming his belly button with the tip of her tongue, flicking the powder around. Moving down the trail of marshmallow cream, she sucked and licked at the sticky stuff. Reaching his bobbing erection she stopped and smiled at him. "Uhnm. Please. Scully please." He was moaning. Toying with him she asked, "Please what?" Desperately he begged, "Finish. Please finish." 2/3 3/3 Innocently she asked, "Please finish what?" "Going down on me dammit! Make me come! Please?" Satisfied with his answer, she plunged into doing as he asked. Finding the little ridge on the underside of his shaft, she sucked aggressively. Gripping the sheets, Mulder's flesh began to quiver. He tried to push her head away, but she held onto him for dear life, and rode out his orgasm with him milking him dry. When he finally returned to this world, he was aware of her gentle ministrations cleaning him up. He pulled at her until she crawled into his arms and lay waiting for him to speak. Bending down to kiss her, he tasted a tangy sweet mix on her lips. "What happened to my good little innocent Catholic girl?" Mulder chuckled. "I'm not such a good Catholic girl anymore," was her reply. Rolling onto his side he suggested she go to confession. "Go. Confess. It'll make everything alright." Her answer startled him. "I don't think so. I haven't been to confession or church in almost six years." Mulder was inexplicably saddened by her words. "Why? I know what your religion means to you." Correcting him she said, "Meant to me. A lot has changed in the last eleven years. After Sarah I was angry with God. I felt dead inside. God was easy to blame. After I got over that, I just never reconnected to my religion." After a moment she continued. "Anyway, I take it you liked your ?" Mulder hugged her and kissed her. "God yes! Now-." He trailed his hand down to the front of her pants, and tried to undo the button. "Your turn" he whispered. She stopped his hand. "No. This was for you, for being here for me today." Mulder was puzzled and a little annoyed. "I want to. This is a tough day for you too. Please." She smiled. "Just hold me. It was nice to have someone to share today with. I-I've never had that before." Getting up to put on his boxers, he said, "Get in your pj's. I'll be right back." He returned with a tray of food. After eating they talked. "Do you ever think about what might have been Scully?" "I used to. Not so much anymore. You?" He sighed. "All the time. Do you ever think about having more children?" She tensed in his arms. "No. Yes. I mean, sometimes, but I couldn't handle it if I lost another one." She grew quiet. "Do you think you'd lose another one? I mean, you said it was a rare birth defect." She shifted. "Logically no. However, I think I was so traumatized by what happened to Sarah, that I don't know if I could risk it again." They lay quietly for a while. "What about you Mulder? Do you have any little Mulders out there? Do you want any little Mulders?" Scully realized she feared his answer. = What if you got Phoebe pregnant? Or somebody else?= Mulder gave a cynical laugh. "There are no little Mulders out there. As for having more children, who knows?" =I only want babies with you. Only you.= Knowing she should drop it, but being unable to stop herself, she prodded more. "Are you positive about no little Mulders? You are a guy, you know." =I know you did Phoebe. I just hope you were careful.= Mulder contemplated telling her just how sure he was, but decided against that. "Trust me on this one Scully. The only offspring I've sired is Sarah." After talking some more, they drifted off to sleep. Next Morning Scully was being roused from her slumber by an amorous Mulder. Teasing her nipples through the satin pajama top. He waited until she responded with a moan before slipping his hand into her pajama bottoms. Scully was in the state between sleep and wakefulness. Thinking it was a dream, she bucked her hips into his hand. "Mulderrrrrrr-" she moaned. Capturing her lips with his, he was encouraged by her response. Easing his finger between her slickened folds, he teased her opening before slipping one finger inside of her. As he began pumping in and out of her, her eyes flew open. "What are you doing?" Mulder was confused. "And get your hand out of me. Now!" As he complied, she jumped out of bed holding the sheet protectively in front of her. "Scully I'm sorry. I just wanted to do something for you!" Through gritted teeth she answered, "Has it not occurred to you that maybe I don't want you to? Can't you just take what I'm willing to give?" "Scully I-" "Mulder, go home, and I'll see you at work. I understand what you were trying to do, but I don't want that." =Yet, she silently amended.= Mulder drug himself from the bed and quickly dressed. He was about to leave when Scully stopped him. Standing on tip-toe she kissed him hard and looked into his eyes. Seeing forgiveness, he smiled slightly. After he left she slid to the floor. =Damn him! Damn him for making me feel this way. And how is that Dana? Loved? Wanted? Desired? Why did it have to feel so good?= Slipping into the shower, she finished what he had started. Fox Mulder was confused and a bit flustered. =Why doesn't she want me to touch her? It's like she thinks I have cooties or something.= He pondered this thought all the way into the shower. Once in the shower, he began to stroke himself to memories of her mouth. Her pert little mouth, wrapped around his twitching cock. His chism flowed forth like molten lava from a volcano. Afterwards, he allowed his mind to wonder. =Where did she learn to give head like that? More importantly, did she learn on? Maybe is the reason she doesn't want me to touch her. Maybe forced her to do something she didn't want.= He blanched at the thought of somebody hurting Scully. =That has to be what happened. I'll bring it up to her tonight.= Having finished dressing, he headed to work. END 3/3 Stay tuned for the next part in the series: Coming Home 3: Playing House. ADDITIONAL NOTES: Thanks to Angie for visiting me in my "bubble." Only six weeks until I return to LA!! BTW- I don't own nor am I making any money off of E.B. White's classic "Charlotte's Web." Melissa Lee a.k.a. Kennedy "People, it's GOD-DESS, not goddess, when refering to Gillian Anderson. Learn it, know it, use it!" d last night! I understand the sex part, really I do. But you don't have to live like a fucking queen!" Pushing him off of her she said in a deadly calm voice, "Leave. Right now." Mulder jumped from the bed, and noted with disgust that his penis was fully erect. Ignoring that he stalked through the adjoining door into his own room. Slamming the door for effect, he flopped on the bed and flipped on the television. He could hear her shower running through the thin wall. Punching the buttons on the remote, he finally settled on a pay porn channel. Easing out of his boxers he began stroking himself. Allowing his eyes to drift shut, images of Scully going down on him filtered through his mind. As the images played across his mind and the moaning from the tv filled the room, he came with her name on his lips. Spent, Mulder lay there for a long time trying to catch hi breath. When he finally opened his eyes, he was mortified to see Scully standing over him with a wash cloth. He hoped he was dreaming until she spoke. "I could have done that for you, you know. For free." She jerked her head toward the television. Mulder felt himself blushing. Tossing the wash cloth to him she said, "Clean up and then come back into my room. I need to talk to you." Mulder did as told, albeit slowly, trying to prolong the inevitable. Reluctantly he made his way into her room. Scully was sitting at the small table looking at her hands. "I lied to you earlier Mulder. I do think about Sarah. Most of the time." As her eyes met his, he realized she had been crying. "Scu-" "No Mulder. Let me finish. I need for you to understand. I love you. I always have, and I always will. , loving you scares me. I lost myself in you once before, and it cost me dearly." Pausing to gauge his reaction, she saw guilt and sorrow in his eyes. "I know there were extenuating circumstances and we were manipulated; I don't-blame you. I just, well I just can't forget that easily. I'm afraid of losing you again. Of losing me. I allowed myself to lose control that summer. I allowed myself to do things with you that, at the time, I would never have allowed happen. But I did. I loved you that much. I love you that much. I'm trying Mulder; really. It's taken me so long to heal myself, and I don't want to risk it again." Seeing the anguish and despair fall across Mulder's face she paused. He started to speak but she silenced him with her hand. "But I will risk it again. For you." "You're afraid I'll abandon you again. Hurt you again. It's about giving up control." She nodded. "I you when I'm going down on you." "You like that don't you?" Looking away she nodded. "It's how I survive Mulder." Mulder pulled her to him. "Scully, you can't resort to going down on me every time I try to discuss something important; from the past with you. We have to talk about these things. So this is why you don't want to have sex. You don't want to lose control." Nodding her head against his chest she mumbled, "But also-" "You're afraid of getting pregnant, aren't you?" "Yes. I don't-I can't-lose another child. Or you." "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Tentatively she ventured, "I want your baby, Fox. One day. I'm just afraid it will happen again. The heart defect, I mean." Stroking her hair he asked, "I thought you said it was a rare condition, and not likely to happen again." "It was and it's not, but I worry. I always worry. Something might be wrong with my eggs. It's illogical, but I can't help it." Mulder considered this. "You, and me, could undergo genetic counseling. Have your eggs tested, if you wanted. It might make you feel better." Kissing him tenderly she asked with a faint blush, "Would-would you-" "My pleasure." Eagerly he lowered her to the bed and showered her with kisses. Slowly unbuttoning her pajama top he, admired her breasts. Scully blushed again, and Mulder's groin tightened considerably. Smiling he nipped at her taught nipple. Slowly circling it with his tongue, he teased her with feather like flicks across the flattened plane. Scully was moaning. Running his tongue down the valley between her breasts, he began making zig-zag streaks across her belly. Her hands were threaded in his hair, holding him to her. "Lift your hips, Dana," he whispered. As she lifted, he pulled her bottoms and panties down. Mulder stared at her for a long moment before running his fingers through her damp curls and finding her opening. Slowly he pushed in with his finger, to the middle joint. "Sweet Mary, mother of God." Before he could inflict any more torture on her, the phone rang. Looking at her apologetically, he fumbled for the phone. "Yeah? Unhuh. Ok-. I'll tell her." Scully was looking at him expectantly. "Teena Simmons has been abducted from the group home. We have to go." Scully groaned as she pulled her sweats back up. Mulder stopped her and gave her a kiss that spoke of things to come. There was little to go on at the scene. As dawn broke, Scully took Mulder aside to tell him of another murder, this one in San Francisco. They were to leave in two hours. In the sky Scully had been quiet the entire flight. "What are you thinking about Scully?" She looked wistful. "The last time I was in San Francisco. I haven't been back since Ryan was transferred." Mulder took her hand, clasping it tightly. "I haven't been back since the day she was born." Mulder shivered involuntarily. They fell quiet, eventually discussing the case again. After landing they headed for Cyndy Reardon's house. They were both shocked at the little girl who opened the door; a dead ringer for Teena Simmons. "Teena?" The girl shook her head no, and went to get her mother. Once they were inside, Mrs. Reardon admitted to undergoing fertility treatments. Her doctor had been Sally Kendrick. A re-check of the Simmon's found that they too had undergone treatment under Sally Kendrick. Paying a visit to Sally Kendrick's former boss, Dr. Katz, Scully questioned him. "Dr. Katz, why was Sally Kendrick relieved of her duties?" He was reluctant to answer. "Dr. Katz, we are investigating a double murder involving former patients of Dr. Kendrick's." He relented. "Some of her-theories, were questionable. She dabbled in eugenics." Scully gasped. Mulder was confused. "She was trying to improve human characteristics through breeding? My God." Dr. Katz looked sheepish. "Yes Agent Scully. Ironically, some of her research had merit. The theory of Eugenics isn't entirely unsavory. Can you imagine never having birth defects again? Of doing away with genetic anomalies? Nature's mistakes?" Scully's face went pale as she thought of Sarah. Sensing her apprehension, Mulder made their good byes and ushered her out of the office. "You ok Scully?" She nodded. "Just thinking." "I know. Given any thought to being tested?" She looked out the window and then back to him. "Uh-yes I have. I-I think I might do that." Mulder nodded. "You'll get tested too right?" Smiling he nodded. As they pulled into the motel parking lot, Mulder was having visions of Scully writhing beneath him. Scully was wet just thinking of Mulder's mouth. On her. After checking in Scully changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt. Mulder had changed into his cotton boxers and his Nicks t-shirt. Scully made her way to Mulder's door. She sauntered past him and stretched out on his bed. Mulder felt his groin tighten. Patting the space next to her. "Come here Mulder." As Mulder was bending down to kiss her, she pulled him on top of her. "Kiss me Mulder." It was a command. His mouth greedily explored hers, and she ran her hands through his hair. Shifting to try and relieve the pressure in his crotch, his erection made contact with her center. Groaning she instinctively thrust her hips. Mulder thrust back, and they developed a rhythm; point-counter point. Back-forth. Back-forth. "Yo-you'll-oh-make-uhm..a mess-oh God Mulder." Fighting for breath he answered, "s'K. More-pants." Mulder was having a hard time forming a coherent thought, and Scully's toes had started to tingle. Her muscles began to quiver; then she was right there. Her wail was enough to elicit pounding on the wall from the next room next door. Mulder wasn't far behind her, and his grunt caused more pounding on the wall. Catching their breath they collapsed laughing. Mulder rolled off of Scully and examined the front of his shorts. Realizing that not only were his shorts covered in a sticky mess, but so were Scully's. Frantically he yanked her shorts and panties off. "What are you doing?" Mulder had ran into the bathroom, and returned with a wash cloth in his hands. He began thoroughly cleaning her off. "Mulder this isn't necessary." Walking over to his suit- case he fished out a pair of his sweats and handed them to her. Pulling them on she had to roll the waist- band down several times. She was looking at him quizzically. "I don't want to take any chances." She laughed. "Mulder! We just had fully clothed !" "Dana Scully, you are a doctor. You of all people should know it's possible. Remote, but possible." Scully looked at him thoughtfully. "I'm afraid to ask, but how did you come into this bit of knowledge?" Bowing his head and squirming he continued. "In an X-File." Scully laughed. Managing to look serious he answered, "I had three files on virgin conceptions. Medical exams proved none of the girls ever had sex. I figured alien abduction. They finally admitted to engaging in . One of the girls swore up and down that she never got with her boyfriend." Mulder began cleaning himself when Scully's hand stopped him. "Let me." Never taking her eyes off of his she lovingly cleaned his most private parts. He was semi-erect and faintly blushing when she kissed him. "Scul-ly. I love you." "I love you too Mulder." Still holding his semi-erect penis, she glanced down at it, and smiled. "Let's try some fully outer course, Mulder." Tugging on her hand he kissed her fingers. "I don't have anything Scully." Scully arched an eyebrow. "I meant what I said. I don't want to take any chances." He bowed his head. "I love you, and I don't ever want to hurt you again. I know it's highly unlikely, but I can't help worrying about getting us pregnant." She curled herself around Mulder. "Thank-you. That means a lot to me." Mulder kissed the top of her head. "Mulder, I need to tell you something. Actually I want you to know this. I-I got back on the Pill; after Idaho." Mulder stiffened. "Why?" =And what do you mean on the Pill.= Scully was taken aback. "Because I am responsible for my body. Because I thought you wanted that too." Mulder exhaled. "I do. I-I just don't want you to feel like you have to bare the responsibility alone. I want to do my part." "You did your part last time. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant." "Scully?" Mulder's voice was filled with anguish. "I don't regret Sarah, but I could have saved all of us a lot of pain." Mulder pulled her closer to him. "It was nobody's fault. 2/3 3/3 Anyway, we'll both do our part. Deal?" Scully snuggled in. "Deal." They drifted off to sleep. They were rudely awakened, by the ringing of the phone. "Mulder. Yes." Hanging up the phone he rolled out of bed. "Uh, Scully, why don't you go back to your room and get dressed?" Mulder was pulling Scully out of bed. "Mulder, are you trying to get rid of me? And who was on the phone?" "Scully, please trust me on this." He gave her his best puppy dog face. "Are you ditching me?" Trying to look indignant he retorted, "Would I do that?" Cocking an eyebrow she left the room. Mulder had been gone right at an hour, when Scully heard pounding on her door. "Who is it?" "Scully it's me. Open up." As she opened the door, he was already pulling her outside. Once in the car he filled her in on his meeting. He explained about the Litchfield Project, and the government's involvement in the project. "Mulder, why are we at a home for the criminally insane?" "One of the Eve's still lives here." Inside, they found a dead ringer for Sally Kendrick and both Teena Simmons and Cindy Reeardon. Leaving to go stake out Cindy's house, they saw one of the Eve's abduct Cindy. An all out man- hunt to find the girls and Eve, found them holed up in a motel. After storming the room, they found Sally Kendrick dead. The girls wove a tale of a suicidal pact gone awry. Having taken custody of the girls, Mulder and Scully began the long drive back to D.C. Stopping for refreshments ended in the girls trying to kill both Mulder and Scully. Having turned the girls over to someone from the government, they returned to D.C. alone. Scully's Apartment Sipping hot tea they sat on the couch talking. "Mulder who would create such-I don't know-monsters? And why?" Mulder thought for a moment. "Our government. Like Hitler, they wanted perfection. The ultimate human." He noticed the tears pooled in Scully's eyes. "What Scully?" "Sarah. She wasn't perfect, but I didn't love her any less because of that." Mulder hugged her. "Of course not Scully. Of course not." Abruptly she pulled away. "Do you want me to go? Do you need to be alone?" "NO! Don't go. I've been alone for to long. I'm sorry. I'm trying, it's just hard." Mulder regarded her. "Have you ever cried for Sarah, Scully?" "Not-not really. I had to be strong when she died. I had to comfort everybody else. There wasn't time to grieve. Then Ryan and I split, spring semester started, and I just buried myself in school." "How long did you and Ryan stay together after Sarah died?" "About three months. Why?" He shook his head. "Just curious. I guess I thought you split immediately." Scully smiled sadly. "The day after we buried her I told Ryan he could leave if he wanted. He wouldn't hear of it. He has a sense of honor and duty about him." Smiling thoughtfully she continued, "He wouldn't leave until he was sure I'd be alright." "So how did he know?" Becoming visibly uncomfortable she got up to go into the kitchen. When she returned Mulder was waiting expectantly. "Scully?" She sighed. "Mulder can we not talk about this now? I promise to tell you one day. Just not now. Ok?" Reluctantly he nodded. "Let's go to bed Mulder." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that an invitation?" "For sleep yes; anything else, no." "Where have I heard that before?" As they settled into bed, Mulder suggested they get away for a long weekend. "We've been on three straight cases. We could use a break." "That sounds nice. Just tell me where and I'm there." Spooned together they drifted off to sleep. END NOTES: The part about virgin conception is partly true. In sex camp (don't ask. It was a church thing.) Our youth minister wove a tale of the evils of "getting' horizontal" with or without clothing. Personally, I think he was just trying to scare us. It worked on a bunch of 14-15 year olds. We were so gullible. Look for "Coming Home 4: Interlude I: The trip to Hershey." From time to time in this series our duo will take off on little side trips that will either add to their relationship or be smut fests. 3/3