#scullysexualwrites

S6; established relationship.

The ticking clock draws her attention up for what feels like the 50th time that day.

4:05pm. 55 minutes and she’ll be out of here. She just has to survive 55 minutes.

Scully isn’t the only one restless. The agents around her shift in their seats as the end of the work day gets nearer; one guy rearranges his legs three times in one minute, someone coughs, someone farts to which Scully crunches her nose up unimpressed.

She hates this bullpen. The constant noise, the constant people; phones ringing, keyboards clacking, someone always moving. Some days she couldn’t even think properly with all the distractions, her agitation at it all worsening the closer the day got to the end.

She wants to scream.

Somebody taps her arm and it just about send her crashing, ready to throw her computer screen at their face.

It’s just Mulder.

“You mind covering for me?” He asks, standing up and putting his blazer on. Scully watches as he puts his foot on his chair, tightens the secret gun around his ankle more securely because while they technically relinquished their guns when they got grounded to the bullpen Mulder, naturally, found a way to keep one on him.

“We’ve still got 50 minutes. Where are you going?”

“Diana wants to talk to me. She’s got something to show me.”

Fire lights inside Scully’s body. A burning rage that puts her agitation to shame.

“It can’t wait until after 5?” She asks with blatant annoyance.

Mulder looks at her blankly. “Come on, it’s not like I’m doing anything important in the last 50 minutes. My phone is off so I won’t receive any calls, you’ve just gotta tell Kersh something if he asks.”

Covering for him, lying to their boss while he runs off to discuss X-Files with the bad guy. She thought they were in this together.

Crossing her arms and looking at him with disinterest she asks, “And what, exactly, do you want me to tell him while you’re with Diana?” She doesn’t stop the hatred for the woman seeping into her voice as she says her name.

Mulder doesn’t miss it either.

His hackles raised, he, too, enters a defensive mode. “Tell him the truth for all I care.”

And be responsible for potentially getting him fired, no thanks.

Scully continues to seethe. “So I have to stay here in this hellhole while you play field agent with the enemy, is that it?”

Mulder laughs incredulously. “I don’t know how many times we need to discuss this: Diana isn’t the enemy. She’s actually very valuable and if anything she’s trying to help us.”

Is that why she’s constantly smelling of cigarette smoke?

“Yeah, sure, you keep telling yourself that,” Scully says.

That’s the comment that sends Mulder over the edge. He yanks his top drawer open, reaching inside it for his badge as he says, “Don’t bother coming over tonight, Scully. I’ll probably get home too late for us to do anything.”

It hurts, a stinging pain straight through her body, striking at her heart. It’s Friday; their day, their night together. Movies and a drink and maybe something more but he’s ditching her, explicitly choosing Diana over her. Yes, it fucking hurts like nothing else could.

But Scully doesn’t want to show him that. He doesn’t deserve to see her pain. Instead, she takes that pain and stuffs it right down, buries it beneath the walls that come charging up.

“That’s fine,” she says, keeping all emotion out of her voice. “I was gonna cancel anyway. I’m too tired.”

There’s nothing more to be said. They’ve laid their differences out on the table. If Mulder wants to continue trusting Diana Fowley then he may do so but she doesn’t want to be anywhere near the danger zone when it all blows.

“Enjoy your night Scully,” is all Mulder says before he heads off through the bullpen.

She will enjoy her night. A bath, a glass of wine, maybe even a book. She doesn’t need Mulder. She doesn’t need anyone. And she most certainly does not need Diana Fucking Fowley.

MELISSA.

Melissa couldn’t say she was surprised. A little hurt at the secret keeping but not surprised. She saw after all the way Fox looked at her little sister like she hung the moon, the way Dana would fuss over him, always checking in. Melissa would’ve been more surprised if the two hadn’t ended up together.

“Danaaa,” she whines with excitement, after cornering her sister in the excluded kitchen. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Dana asks.

“About you and Fox- I mean, Mulder. I had to hear it from Mom of all people. I get not wanting to tell her, or Billy, but not telling me, Dana? Me?” Melissa throws her sister a feigned hurt look. “We used to tell each other everything.”

Dana lets out a nervous laugh. “Tell you…? What has Mom been telling you?”

Melissa looks at her pointedly. “About you and Mulder. How she caught you two upstairs. Together. Alone.” She wiggles her eyebrows in code. “I mean, you could’ve given me the heads up beforehand.”

But Dana shakes her head. “No it wasn’t like that.” She looks around the deserted kitchen. “Who exactly is Mom telling?”

Melissa shrugs. “Anyone who will listen. You know what Mom…” But Melissa doesn’t get to finish her sentence before Dana is squeezing through the gap between them and running off towards the front of the house yelling for their mother.

MAGGIE.

Maggie was surprised when Dana turned up with Fox standing behind her.

“It was a last minute decision,” her daughter tells her. “Decided this morning.”

“Oh,” Maggie says, not put out in the slightest. There were going to be plenty of people over the next few days, one more never hurt. “Of course. You’re always welcome here, Fox.”

“Mulder,” Dana corrects under her breath as she slips inside.

“Thank you, Mrs Scully,” Fox says. Maggie doesn’t bother telling him once again that he can call her Maggie, she just steps to the side and lets him enter, before closing the door and following her daughter into the living room. Dana was always the first to arrive.

“Bill Jr will be here later,” Maggie says in the way of warning, giving the slightest glance towards Fox.

Dana gives a non chalant shrug. “If he can’t accept I’m an adult with my own thoughts and opinions then I won’t be the one ruining Christmas, he will be.”

Maggie hoped no one had any intention of ruining Christmas this year. With how disastrous the one before went followed by Dana declining her invite last year, she hoped everyone would remember this was a time for family and religion and would put their warring opinions aside for a few days of being together.

They did. If one could count ignoring glares and stares as it going well then this would be one of the better years as a family.

She hadn’t intended on going looking for her third child. Truthfully, she hadn’t noticed she was even missing, that they both were. She knew all her children plus Fox would be sleeping in the house. She was just trying to get ahead of the night, putting the sheets and blankets in the guest rooms ready for when everyone would retire. When she opened the door to the final room, she had no idea Dana and Fox would be behind it.

“Oh, Dana!” Maggie cries, caught unawares. She closes the door over slightly allowing them privacy for a moment. “I’m sorry,” she apologises. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“It’s okay, Mom,” she hears Dana say and Maggie pushes the door open again.

They’ve parted now. Fox standing up beside the bed as opposed to sitting and Dana seeming to be as far away from him as possible. They were only kissing and while Maggie doesn’t have any shame towards it she knows how private Dana can be especially with something such as intimate moments.

Still, she can’t stop the grin appearing on her face. Fox and Dana, she thinks. That was the reason Dana invited him.

“You found a guest room,” Maggie says and Dana nods.

“We’ll be back down now.”

Maggie places the sheets down upon the dresser.

“Dinner will be served soon,” is all she says before retreating out the room and closing the door behind her.

BILL.

He waits until everyone has gone home for the night, until it is only family left (family and him) before he hunts Dana down.

By God does he wish that man would just leave with the rest of them. Instead he is like a plague upon this house, upon Dana, and his younger sister is too awestruck to see it.

“Leave it, Bill,” Melissa tells him as he starts up the stairs to where they’ve disappeared off to for the tenth time that night. “Dana’s 35 years old, she can make her own decisions.”

Bill wheels around on the second step, towering above his twin sister but Melissa doesn’t back down.

“Of course you condone this,” he says to her, shaking his head. “Do you not know what he has done to her over the years?”

“Mulder hasn’t done anything,” Melissa argues you back and Bill scoffs. “Dana could have left that assignment at any time and you know that.”

“So you’re blaming Dana?”

Melissa lets out a loud sigh. “Of course not! Bad things were done to her but that doesn’t make it Mulder’s fault.”

Bill shakes his head. He doesn’t want to listen to this.

“You weren’t there when she was in that coma. He never left her side.”

“Yeah, that’s called guilt.”

Done with this conversation, Bill turns around to go up the stairs only to be stopped by Dana standing at the top, her eyes blazing with fury. She meets him on the staircase, standing the step above so now she’s towering over him.

“I’ve told you this before, William; what I do with my life and my body is my business.”

A door opens and Bill can see him peering out of it. A rage like no other fills him up inside.

“Well, when it’s under this roof it becomes my business.”

Dana turns sharply. “This isn’t your house. You’re not—“ The words die abruptly on her tongue. Their mother lets out a whimper and he can feel Melissa’s eye roll.

There it is. His weakness, unspoken words they all hear. No, he is not their father and no matter how hard he tries he’ll never fit those boots.

“Maybe not but you know he would never allow this.” He looks towards Fox Mulder and the other man at least has the decency to retreat.

When Dana looks back at him there’s hurt in her eyes. “I guess we’ll never know,” she says and disappears behind the same door as Fox Mulder, the wood slamming shut.

Bill turns back around to the waiting looks of the rest of his family.

“Nicely handled Bill,” says Melissa. She pushes off from the wall and into the living room.

He looks to their mother who has tears in her eyes and regret fills him instantly. Another Christmas ruined.

“I love this family,” is all Charlie has to say. His first Christmas back and how different it all is.

Bill decides to leave that night. He packs up his stuff, tells Tara to pack her things. No one asks him to say. Dana doesn’t come downstairs. Mom and Missy say bye to Tara and Matthew, his mom hugs him, wishes him well, Charlie waves. All he gets from Melissa is a “You fucked up here, not her.” And he knows that is true but there isn’t a house big enough to fit both him and Fox Mulder.

MULDER.

He hears the door shut, the sound reverberating throughout the house and twists onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry I ruined Christmas Scully,” he says.

Scully is leaning over him. “You didn’t ruin anything. Bill has a stick up his ass, he has since Dad died.”

“But still. I can leave and your brother can come back—“ She silences him pressing her lips to his and he immediately melts into it.

She pulls back, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. “If Bill can’t be civil to you then I don’t want him here.”

He knows she means those words but he hates getting between her family. Scully’s family means everything to her.

“But if I stop you from having a good relationship with him…He’s your family.”

“You’re my family, too,” she says. Then she sighs and sits up. “I wish I could have a good relationship with him but if he’s not willing to put his feelings about you aside then…” she shrugs.

He touches his hand to her hip. “Is this why you didn’t tell them about us?”

She nods. “I wanted to ease them in gently. Have you around them a bit more, let them get to know you.”

“I guess not everyone can love me,” he says jokingly.

Scully laughs. “I guess not.” She moves next to him again, hovering above once more. “I do, though.”

Mulder moves her so she’s laying atop of him, her weight anchoring him. “How much?” He asks, nipping at her jaw and drawing out that sweet little smile she’s hidden away from him for so long.

“A lot. But it’ll have to wait until we’re home and I can show you just how much.”

Mulder hums, his hands moving all over his body. “Why not now?” He asks, capturing her lips and pushing his growing erection into her centre.

Scully moans into his mouth and he thinks he might have won her over when there’s three resounding knocks upon the door.

He chuckles as Scully lets out a groan into his neck. “That is why,” she tells him and three more knocks sound again. “Christ, it’s like I actually live here again.”

“Dana, I don’t care what condition you’re in. If you don’t open this door and tell me what is going on with you and Mulder I’m coming in there,” Melissa says through the door.

“Go on,” Mulder says, tapping her on the waist. “Go spend time with your family.” She slides off him, albeit very reluctantly. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. You can give me a Christmas present then.”

She throws him a sarcastic laugh but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He watches as Melissa drags her into the hall before she shuts the door. He gets into bed properly, laying awake and listening to the occasional laughs that sound through the adjoining walls, smiling to himself and falling asleep to the sound of Scully’s hushed laughter.

A follow up to Diana Fucking Fowley.

S6; established relationship. Available to read on ao3. @today-in-fic

The key turns in the lock as Mulder pushes his front door open, tossing the keys onto the sideboard when they immediately fall onto the floor. Shutting the door behind him, Mulder looks down at the keys crumpled on the floor and lets out a bone-weary sigh as he kicks them to the side, not bothering to pick them up. He flops down onto his couch and kicks his feet up, too tired and pissed off to bother changing out of his work clothes right now. 

The whole thing had been a waste of time. What Diana had presented him with seemed legitimate but when they got to the warehouse all that had greeted him was another empty room. The photos he had been shown an hour and a half before of a full lab had been completely cleared out by the time he got there in person, almost as if somebody had found out he knew and word had been thrown to the conspirators. Mulder had looked to Diana, who stared back at him with that same shocked-frustrated that he was sure was on his own face, Scully’s words from their final exchange for the day echoing back to him.

Playing field agent with the enemy.

Mulder shook the thought from his mind. No, Diana didn’t know about this. How could she?

Still, they found no evidence that the warehouse had even been used in the last six hours never mind the last six months so after thoroughly investigating every crevice within the building (including the basement that was also devoid of anything) and listening to Diana repeatedly tell him they should get out of here before someone comes snooping, Mulder had packed up his frustration and walked back to the car. He’d dropped Diana off, thought about calling Scully only to chicken out, and drove back to the warehouse in the hopes somebody might return.

They never did.

Now it was 10pm. Now he was sat on the couch, in his work clothes, in complete silence. Not how his Friday nights had been going recently.

The phone glares at him. Mulder plays with the end of his tie while he once again debates calling Scully. He imagines calling only to be hung up on once she realised it was him, they had finished the day on such a sour note. 

He wakes up at 4:03am Thursday morning with a pounding headache. His throat feeling like razor blades every time he swallows, unable to breathe out of his nose.

He’s too hot, he tosses the covers off himself. He’s too cold, he throws it back over himself. Too hot, too cold, with no in between.

He hates having the flu. He hates being sick.

He wants to wake up Scully, he wants her to comfort him, tell him he isn’t going to die (he’s going to die) she’ll tell him it’s only the flu, stop being a baby (she has never once said that to him) He toughs it out. Drags a fan closer and turns it on, the cold breeze welcome as he snuggles beneath the covers. Scully makes a sound beside him, rolls over. Maybe he can sleep it off.

He does not sleep it off.

When their alarm goes off at 6:30am he is so much worse than he left two hours prior.

Scully presses her hand to his forehead and frowns. “Mulder, you’re burning up. You should have woke me.”

Mulder shakes his head, sitting up and immediately regretting it as the pain in his head sends nausea running straight through him, the earth seeming to tilt on its axis. “I’m okay,” he says though his croaky voice and sniffles say otherwise. “Let’s get to work.”

Scully kneels up behind him, bringing her towards his body. He sinks into her. This is what he wants; not bright overhead lights that will hurt his head, and having to think and use a brain that feels like it’ll implode any second. He wants Scully’s soft body, her soothing hands running up and down the length of his arm. He wants to be babied and taken care of.

“Don’t make me go to work please,” he grumbles at her as if she made the suggestion. Scully chuckles, kissing the skin where his neck meets his shoulders even though he must feel like he’s on fire.

Maybe he is on fire.

“I won’t,” she says with a smile. “We can stay home.”

Maybe he didn’t hear right.

“We? But you’re not sick, Scully. Don’t miss a day on my behalf, I’ll be okay.” He will definitely not be okay. Please stay home, Scully. Please, please, please.

“It’ll be boring without you. Besides,” she crawls off the bed and stands before him. “Maybe I like taking care of you.”

His eyes had closed and now he opens them. She’s yet to open the curtain or turn on any lights. The fan is still blowing air at him and he shivers but for the most part, he’s feeling okay right now. “Really?” He asks like isn’t the best thing he’s heard all year.

She laughs again. “Yes. You’re one of the easiest patients, I’m actually surprised.”

Easy, huh? That’s not a word usually associated with him. “That’s because I like you,” he mutters, half delirious. He feels her press her lips to his, just lightly and he melts into it. “Careful Scully,” he says when she pulls away. “I’ll make you sick.”

She shrugs. “I don’t mind.” She takes his hands, pulling him up. He doesn’t want to go. “Come on, you’ve got a date with the couch.”

“With you?” Because he will not move if he has to go without Scully.

“Yes, with me too. But first I wanna make you a drink and check your temperature.”

He sighs. Maybe he likes being sick after all.

“I love it when you doctor me, Scully.”

She kisses him again.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll let you look after me when I’m sick.”

Mulder pouts. “No, you are decidedly not an easy patient. The worst actually. You never let me look after you. So stop kissing me so I don’t have to.”

“You want me to stop kissing you?” Her mouth his millimetres away from his.

Prompt: "Amnesia: A thinks B is still a friend/enemy/mentee."

In an effort to discredit Mulder/The X-Files, Mulder is abducted/poisoned/mind altered into believing Scully is really a spy.

Inspired by Wetwired/Anasazi/Deep Throat. S7; established relationship. Available to read on ao3. @today-in-fic

When Mulder awakens it is into an unfamiliar, white room.

He looks around, unsure as to where exactly he is. A machine is hooked into his arm, beeping steadily next to him. Beneath that, he can hear the sound of life outside the door.

He has no idea how he got here.

His last memories are of running down an airbase landing strip, dodging two cars and a helicopter with its searchlight shining directly down upon him.

After that nothing. Just a pain searing through his head when he pushes his memory banks to remember.

There’s a knock against the door and two men in suits enter. Behind them Scully, a flustered and annoyed expression on her face as she enters the room.

“I told you, he might not be–” Scully starts before she’s cut off by one of the suits who is looking at him.

“Awake?” The one looking at him asks. “Seems pretty awake to me.”

Scully looks at him then, a smile replacing the annoyance across her face.

“Oh Mulder, I thought you’d never wake up.” She’s bounds across the room towards the bed and he can see how desperately she wants to put her arms around him but the company in his room prevents her from doing so. Instead, she takes a seat on the empty chair beside him. “You’ve been out for two days.”

Scully is speaking but Mulder can barely hear her. His gut fills with unease at her presence and when he sees her reaching out towards him, he pulls his hands away, distrust skittering across his features as he looks from her to the two suits.

“Mulder, are you–”

“Who are these people?” He asks, cutting her off.

“They say they’re NSA,” Scully answers slowly. “They tell me they’re the ones who brought you here.”

“Here? Where is here, Scully?” He can hear the anger rising in his voice, his heart hammering against his chest. He needs to get out of here, he needs to get away from these people- including Scully.

“St John’s Hospital,” says Scully cautiously. “They told me they found you about a mile outside of Johnson’s Air Base. Unconscious. They want to talk to you.”

Mulder glares at the suits who stare expressionlessly back at him, to Scully who stares at him with confusion written across her face. Yeah, sure. Keep playing the innocent, confused partner Scully. I’m seeing right through you.

“Where is he, Scully?”

“Where is who?”

“You’re boss,” Mulder almost shouts. He can feel himself getting irritated, tired of running around in circles, waiting for someone to give him straight answers. “Cancer Man.” Mulder leans forward, sniffing her, smelling the smoke and nicotine that lingers to her clothing. “Bum a cigarette, Agent Scully?”

“Mulder, Cancer Man isn’t…” She trails off, looks towards the suits and stands up. “Can you give us a moment, please?” She asks the men.

“We need to question him, Agent Scully,” Suit One says.

“I know, just…give me a minute with him, he isn’t himself right now.”

Suit One looks towards his partner then back at Scully. “You’ve got ten minutes and then we’re coming back in here to question him.”

Scully nods and waits for the suits to leave the room before she’s sitting back down and nudging the chair closer to Mulder’s bed. Mulder can only glare at the little spy.

“I don’t know what happened to you out there, Mulder, but this stops right now. I’m not working with or for Cancer Man, you know this. We’ve been at this for six years, I’m on your side.” But Mulder can only shake his head at her.

“You’re spying on me, Scully, you have been from the beginning. Don’t think I haven’t seen your notes, how long it takes to see you in the office. You’ve been working for the other side since the start, this is why they sent you to me.”

Scully sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, before lifting her head to look at him. “I’m going to talk to the men outside. Whatever happened out there has done something to your memory, I’m going to get to the bottom of this, just stay here, please.” With that she stands, walking to the door and disappearing behind it.

Mulder can hear the muffled voices. She’s talking to Cancer Man, Mulder thinks. He can’t be here, he isn’t safe, they know everything, because she’s told them everything.

He pulls at the band around his arm, pulling out the wires. The machine starts beeping wildly but Mulder ignores it. He needs to get out of this room. He climbs out of the bed, wobbling on disused legs but focuses on walking straight towards the small closet. Inside, he finds nothing. Not his clothes or anybody’s. He slams the door closed. Damn it! They’re trying to keep him here.

On the stare chair he sees a trench coat, a man’s- so not Scully’s, maybe one of the NSA agents? He picks it up and wraps it around himself. It wasn’t perfect but it hid his hospital gown. It’ll do for now.

Mulder follows Scully’s schedule as best as he can; he brings Will home in one piece, says goodbye and drives off. He doesn’t talk to Scully and he definitely does not touch her. Until one day, when Scully slowly starts integrating him back into William’s life properly does her perfectly designed schedule start to unfurl.

Let Me Back In

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The car pulls into her drive on Sunday night at 6:30pm exactly. 

William has been fed (a forbidden burger from Wendy’s and a shake but that was their secret) he’s even had a shower since this Sunday was Will’s first baseball meet of the month. Now their son had been delivered full and clean back to his mother, back to his permanent home. 

The hallway light turns on. Will is grabbing his bags as Mulder’s stomach clenches, as it always does every Sunday, at the opportunity to see her. 

202-555-6431

DANA SCULLY

MARBLE HOUSE, GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON DC

5:57pm

…

818-923-7562

MELISSA SCULLY

ROOM 398

HOPTON HOTEL, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

2:57pm

Transcript of a telephone conversation between Dana Scully and Melissa Scully.

DANA SCULLY: Hey, remember the request I sent off to finally become a field agent?

MELISSA SCULLY: Yes?

DANA SCULLY: It got approved. I’m officially a field agent now.

MELISSA SCULLY: Oh shit! I’m really happy for you, Dana. So where are you now? Do you get to, like, investigate the cool cases?

DANA SCULLY: *Laughs*. They’re kinda cool. No, I’ve been assigned to a relatively obscure department.

…

DANA SCULLY: I investigate unexplained phenomena. They call the department The X-Files; it’s mostly unsolved cases. It consists of one man- and me, now, I suppose.

MELISSA SCULLY: You believe in aliens now or something?

DANA SCULLY: You know I’ve always thought there were other life forms out there. Anyway, I got assigned there to debunk him actually.

MELISSA SCULLY: So what about the guy? Is he old? I’m picturing some crazy old man with white hair. Last I remember that was your type.

DANA SCULLY: Shut up.

MELISSA SCULLY: *Laughs*.

DANA SCULLY: No he isn’t old. He’s actually really nice. His name is Mulder, I knew about him already- he has a reputation and people used to talk about him when I was in the academy.

MELISSA SCULLY: Really? What did they say?

DANA SCULLY: That he was the best profiler. They called him Spooky for how accurately he could analyse serial killers and the like then one day he sorta just lost it and they started calling him Spooky for other reasons.

MELISSA SCULLY: And what do you think?

…

…

…

DANA SCULLY: I think he’s hurting. I think he has some real trauma but no one would listen to him.

MELISSA SCULLY: And you want to fix him?

DANA SCULLY: No I…It doesn’t matter what I want. I’m just there to add scientific proof to his claims. It’ll be a short assignment, they’re just testing me.

MELISSA SCULLY: So what of your case? Can you even tell me about it or is it top secret?

DANA SCULLY: I don’t think anything I do is top secret. *Laughs*. No, I don’t even know how to begin explaining it. When…when are you next in town? I could meet you, tell you all about it then?

…

MELISSA SCULLY: I dunno Dana, me and Dad still aren’t speaking. I’d love to see you, of course, but Mom will probably find out and Mom will tell Dad and then I’ll get a phone call asking me why I didn’t see them and why I don’t bother visiting the rest of my family, like what I’m doing travelling is any different to what Billy is doing. What about you? You and Dad getting along any better?

DANA SCULLY: Sort of. We kinda just ignore the elephant in the room.

MELISSA SCULLY: He’s such an asshole.

DANA SCULLY: Hey!

MELISSA SCULLY: I’m sorry, I just don’t have the same relationship that you do with Dad or even Mom. I’ll tell you what. You get a case that ever brings you to Cali and maybe we can bump into each other on the street. How’s that sound?

DANA SCULLY: There’s nothing I can do that’ll bring you home?

MELISSA SCULLY: You could die. I think your funeral, out of everyone’s, would probably be the one to get me back.

DANA SCULLY: Wow I feel so privileged.

MELISSA SCULLY: But hey, we can talk on the phone any time. That’s what they invented these things for.

DANA SCULLY: Yes but it’s not the same. *Sigh*. I should probably go anyway. I need to make dinner and shower.

MELISSA SCULLY: Yeah, Marcus is glaring at me because he wants to go out.

DANA SCULLY: Who the fuck is Marcus?

MELISSA SCULLY: My boyfriend.

DANA SCULLY: I thought Tony was your boyfriend. I thought that’s who you travelled over there with?

MELISSA SCULLY: Pah! Tony’s gone. Turns out he’s a dick.

DANA SCULLY: Melissa, are you taking your medication?

MELISSA SCULLY: Yes, Dr Scully, everyday. You know, bipolar or no bipolar I still get bored. Anyway, I gotta go. Speak to you soon. I love you, my favourite family member.

DANA SCULLY: I love you too.

Melissa is the one who hangs up. Scully holds the phone to her ear, trying to savour the echo of Missy’s voice through the phone, a longing to see her in person, like she’s 12 again and she woke up to find Melissa had vanished, a run away, eight days of wondering where she could be and why she hadn’t taken Dana with her.

She’s about to put the phone down when she hears two low, faint clicks.

“Melissa?” She asks, maybe her sister hadn’t hung up after all.

There is nothing but the dull dial tone sounding in her ear. Scully places the receiver down and walks over to her blinds, preparing to shut them. As she peers out she watches an unmarked grey van pull off the curb and disappear down the road.

She frowns, finding herself pulling the blind strings down quicker than she usually does.

It’s nothing, she tells herself. Just the wiring in the telephone, a van fixing a lamppost.

Yet as she goes on about her night, she can’t shake the feeling of eyes watching her and ears listening in.

Set during season 4

What would she do, he wonders, if he was to place his mouth on hers and slowly lead her back toward the desk. To lift her up and place her on the edge. To kiss his way down her body and kneel before her. Push up her skirt and put his mouth between her legs.

She would probably punch him. Ask to be reassigned elsewhere. Report him to HR for inappropriate office behaviour. It would be what he’d deserve after all.

Yet this is his fantasy and so he goes in the opposite, more appealing route. One where she is compliant and she wants him to do it just as bad.

It plays out so vividly before him; peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh, gaining closer and closer to her centre but never giving her what she wants. She’ll be quiet at first, aware of her surroundings and even though they’re in the bowels of the Hoover Building and no one ever comes down here but soon she won’t be able to stop the little moans as his mouth roams everywhere except where she wants it most, moans that turn to whines and she’s delirious with the teasing. She’ll beg him to touch her, to finally put his lips and tongue to that little bud and only then when her panties are soaked through will he finally pull the material to the side and ta…

“Mulder? Mulder? Mulder!”

Mulder feels a hard push against his arm as it falls and wakes him up. He jerks with an alertness of one being caught sleeping when they shouldn’t be. He coughs, clearing his throat, and becoming aware of where he is, a tightness around his crotch as his cock strains uncomfortably against his pants.

“It’s half 10. How are you asleep?” Scully asks sounding annoyed and then she seems to remember something and her annoyance gives way to concern. “Are you still having those dreams?”

Dreams about his sister and the lost little girls? No, they stopped once Roach was dead. Now he’s plagued with other types of dreams, ones that involve his pretty partner and him in some compromising way.

An attraction had always been there but now it seemed uncontrollable. 24/7 all he seems to be doing is thinking of her and what he would like to do to her (and sometimes what he’d like her to do to him) He doesn’t know when it happened, when this appreciation became unbearable sexual attraction. Maybe it had always been there, just waiting to come out.

“No,” he answers her and still aware of his still hard penis he tucks himself further into his desk. “They’ve stopped now. Now I just have my usual insomnia.” Self-inflicted because he can’t keep dreaming of ways he’d defile his partner and then meet her in person the next day.

Concern appears on her face. “I can prescribe you some sleeping pills if that’ll work?”

Mulder shakes his head. He tried that and it only made everything worse. “I’ll be okay,” he says though he knows Scully is convinced. He’s still thinking about it, how vivid that dream was. He needs to distract himself. Or maybe go to the bathroom. Instead, he nods towards the filing cabinet where she is currently standing with the drawer open. “What are you looking for?”

Scully sighs, looking down into the mess of files. “The Stiefvater case,” she says. “I can’t find it in this disorganised mess.”

“I thought you’d sorted through it?”

She gives him a look. “I did. A Saturday, if I recall. Looks like someone—“ she looks pointedly at him. “— chose to mess it up again.”

Confident now his erection wasn’t hard enough to skewer someone, Mulder pushes his way from the desk and to the filing cabinet. In seconds he has plucked the file Scully has been struggling for the last 10 minutes to find.

“All you had to do was ask,” he says, presenting the file out to her.

“C, Mulder, really?” Scully says, taking the file with reluctance. “You’d file a case about telekinesis under C?”

Mulder shrugs. “Carrie,” he gives in way of answer.

Scully just lets out a deep sigh. “I’m sorting through this later and you’re never touching this again.”

She steps away from the cabinet and back to her chair, folds her leg over the other, heel dangling off absentmindedly as she skims through the file. Mulder watches, a lump in his throat, as he thinks about his dream…

…He pulls the material aside and flicks his tongue against her clit. She moans and whines and whimpers and every sound that comes out of his mouth is like music to his ears. It goads him on. She yelps when he gently bites her clit, legs trying to close but he holds them open, can feel the muscles in her thighs straining against his hands as he moves away from her clit, finally allowing his tongue to enter her.

“You okay, Mulder?”

He hadn’t fallen asleep this time but his thoughts are just as vivid, as if he’s dreaming while he’s awake. He stands, keeping his hands in front of him as casually as it can be.

“Yeah I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.”

Once in the privacy of a stall he lets it all out. His eyes closed, the imagine so incredibly detailed he is sure he can taste her come on his tongue. He flushes, washes his hands, throws water on his face for good measure and looks at the time on his watch.

11:04. It was going to be a long day.