Title: First Night In A Lifetime 
Author: Dana Doggett
E-mail: danadoggett@yahoo.com
Dates: First Draft - October 27, 2004. Final Draft - 
November 4, 2004
Distribution: SHODDS, Semper Fi, Spookys, XFMU, 
Makebelieve. All others please ask. 
Rating: strong PG-13 (or R if you're especially 
sensitive to sexually suggestive situations) 
Category: challenge response, DSR, humor, romance 

In This Story's X-Files World: The episode "The 
Truth" never happened, Mulder never returned after he 
left in "NIHT", it's the year 2004 and Scully is no 
longer teaching at the FBI Academy, she is a special 
agent with the FBI.

Episode References: Never Again

Beta: Alexa

Summary: Doggett and Scully are cursed while on an 
undercover assignment on Halloween night.

Author's Note: This fanfic is my (quickly written) 
response to the October 2004 SHODDS Fanfic Challenge. 
The challenge requirements are included at the very 
end of the story. 

Dedication: *sniggers* to the shippers and drippers 
out there *g* Nah, you know I'm just kidding. This 
story is dedicated to my fun-loving SHODDSisters :) 

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A crash of thunder and lightning strike fill the air 
of the night, Halloween night. A rusty old black Ford 
pickup truck slushes through potholes of muddy water, 
pulling up outside a rundown nightclub in a suburb of 
Washington D.C. The truck comes to a stop next to an 
old Harley Davidson and an army green car that looks 
like something that is straight out of the 1970s, 
only rustier. The headlights of the black truck turn 
off.

The doors to the truck open and rain pours down on 
John Doggett and Dana Scully as they run toward the 
entrance of the club. Halfway there, Scully suddenly 
stops and looks down at her feet. Doggett just keeps 
on running. 

A light above the entrance flickers with age above 
Doggett. Scully approaches him; she is still looking 
down at her four-inch stiletto heels. She is dressed 
in a thin black mini skirt and a dark red one-sleeve 
shirt. Rain drops gently off the bare skin of her 
exposed shoulder.

"You all right? You kind of got stuck back there." 
Doggett states.

Scully stands up straight, wiping wet hair from her 
face.

"Yeah, I just stepped in one of those damn potholes. 
That's sure to ruin these nice shoes I bought 
specifically for this occasion." 

Scully isn't in the best of moods tonight. This is 
not where she would like to be on Halloween. She 
would much rather be at home handing out candy to the 
neighborhood children. 

She looks at her partner and grins. Despite not being 
thrilled about working an undercover case on 
Halloween, she sure is thrilled by the way Doggett is 
dressed: dark blue jeans, grey T-shirt, and black 
leather jacket. Scully admires how absolutely 
gorgeous - and the word "gorgeous" is not a word she 
likes to use often when describing a man - John 
Doggett looks when his hair has been soaked by 
downpouring rain. She just would like to once, just 
once, run her fingers through his wet, spiky hair and 
lower his mouth to hers and -

"Dana?" Doggett interrupts her thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"You still all right about this?" Doggett wants to 
make sure that his partner is really all right with 
going undercover as a hooker and he as her pimp.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She smiles at him 
and wraps her arm around his waist as they head into 
the nightclub.

"At least you're getting away with dressing up for 
Halloween this year." Doggett leads the way inside.

"What makes you think I don't dress up every year, 
John?" Scully cocks an eyebrow.

Doggett doesn't answer her question. His eyes are 
adjusting to the low lights inside. Dance music plays 
loudly and a nice sized group of people dance on the 
dance floor. Doggett and Scully walk toward the bar. 
Doggett leans against it as if he runs this joint. 
The bartender steps in front of him.

"I'll have a vodka straight and water for the lady." 
Doggett smirks.

"I think I should have worn something with a little 
more cleavage exposure." Scully tenderly runs her 
fingers up the front of Doggett's chest suggestively.

Dear Lord, what is this woman trying to do to him? 
Just feeling her touch him like this can drive him 
mad, crazy in love. The entire drive out to this 
club, Scully continued to flirt uncontrollably with 
him: lick her lips, adjust her cleavage, ask him if 
her breasts looked "perky" enough, cross and uncross 
her legs, massage her ankles, and seductively caress 
her neck with her fingertips. It was a good thing it 
was dark inside the truck, otherwise she would have 
seen how well her "hooker" act was affecting him. He 
was glad that his erection had calmed itself by the 
time they got here.

Doggett swallows hard as he recalls the past couple 
of hours with his partner.

"So how about we find me some business, Johnny. You 
know I did make sure I stretched before leaving. No 
need for me to sit around and let my muscles get 
cold. I need a man between my legs asap." Scully 
winks at him as she walks away from him and toward 
the crowd on the dance floor.

Doggett can't believe that Skinner saw them fit 
enough for a pimp/hooker undercover job. There's no 
way he is going to let Scully wander off alone with 
any man just to find out if he's employed by the 
federal government and paying hookers to pleasure the 
Director of the Department of Agriculture... yeah.

Just as Doggett is about to go stop Scully from 
putting on her hooker act in front of strangers, a 
woman dressed as a gypsy sits down next to him and 
holds his hand. He gives her a strange look.

"I see the way you look at her." The gypsy woman 
speaks as if accusing him of a dire problem. "Why 
don't you tell her how you feel? All women like to 
hear a man profess that she is the most beautiful 
woman you have ever laid eyes on."

"Ma'am, I think you've got the wrong person. There is 
no woman in my life."

"Not even the redhead?"

Doggett looks at Scully out on the dance floor, 
wanting to go interrupt her dance with a man dressed 
up as Count Dracula.

"Can't. She's my... uh... she's my business associate."

"You never intend to let her know how you feel. I can 
see that." The gypsy woman lets go of his hand. "I am 
going to put a curse on you and your partner which 
both of you will be unable to prevent. It will last 
for only six hours and then you two will have to 
determine what to do next."

Doggett raises his eyebrow: bullshit-o-meter is sky 
high.

"What kind of curse?"

"That is for me to know and you and your... business 
associate to find out." She takes out a pack of 
Morley cigarettes and lights up.

Doggett continues looking at her, expecting some kind 
of gypsy jargon to come from her mouth to curse him.

"Wave a magic wand, say some hocus pocus, is that how 
it's done?" He's doubtful.

"No. You've already been given the curse."

"I don't feel anything different. Guess that means 
there is no curse."

"Suit yourself, Mr. Doggett." She stands up and walks 
away from him, exiting the club.

Doggett shakes his head: Halloween wacko.

Behind him Scully sits down on a barstool with a loud 
huff.

"I keep getting complimented on my 'hooker costume'. 
Someone actually offered to share their blood makeup 
with me so I actually look like a Halloween ghoul 
instead of a regular everyday Jane." She looks at 
Doggett, he's awfully quiet. "What's wrong with you?" 
She's still in quite the bad mood.

"A woman just put a curse on me." He turns to face 
her.

"You believe in curses?"

"No, but tonight I do because well... I've been 
cursed." Doggett didn't want to say this, but he did 
anyway.

"I don't get it."

"I don't know how it's possible, but I feel that I 
cannot lie to you."

"Really?" Scully sits up straighter, this could be 
fun. "Ok, what do you really think of the fact that I 
dye my hair red?"

"I think you'd look even more beautiful with your 
natural color even though the red does compliment 
your eyes well."

"Do you wish that I were wearing a white shirt with 
no bra when I was in the rain?"

"Yes."

"Me too." Scully quickly covers her mouth with her 
hands, she can't believe she just admitted that.

"Why?" Doggett asks her.

"Because then it may have been able to turn you on, 
seeing the wet fabric cling to my chest."

"Don't forget that the cold air would have made your 
nipples erect."

"Like how your cock was on the drive out here?" She 
smiles at him, then they both quickly look away from 
each other, embarrassed.

What the hell is going on? They are here to work, not 
to come on to each other in a very unprofessional 
manner. Of course how professional is coming on to 
your FBI partner in any work situation?

Doggett sits down on the stool next to Scully. So be 
it, he's cursed for the next six hours. He can 
definitely stop making rude sexual come-on comments 
to her.

"Dana, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted and I'm sorry too."

A large older man approaches them. He's scratching 
his belly that is hanging over the rim of his pants. 
He puts his arm around Scully's shoulders. Scully 
covers her mouth with her hand.

"Oh dear God, learn about deodorant." Scully is 
appalled.

Doggett laughs.

"What's so goddamned funny?" The man is angry with 
him.

Doggett laughs again. "She's just funny when she 
can't hold back her thoughts, that's all."

"Yeah? Well... how much for thirty minutes? I'm really 
feelin' the need to fuck someone pretty damn hard."

"She's not really a hooker. We're both FBI agents. 
We're undercover in order to nail the man who's been 
buying time with hookers for the Director of the 
Department of Agriculture." Doggett smiles, knowing 
that somewhere Skinner is laughing his butt off over 
that one too.

Scully giggles. "It's a good thing we're not wired, 
John. Skinner would have your ass for blowing our 
cover." 

They don't see it, but a well-dressed man within 
hearing distance of Doggett and Scully stands up 
quickly and exits the building.

The older man looks at both of them suspiciously. 
"You two are drunk. I want my fuckin' to be with a 
sober bitch." He walks away.

"You know he can only call a woman a bitch if he does 
her doggy style." Scully smirks. "Were you a player 
when you were younger? Because I bet if you were you 
got a lot of 'doggy style' comments due to the fact 
your last name is Doggett."

"I wasn't a player; I respect women. I treat them 
well. Especially in the bedroom."

"That's a good quality to have, John. Some men think 
they respect women, but really they don't. That's why 
I like you so much, you've never treated me as if I 
were less important than yourself."

"Mulder do that?"

She nods her head. "He liked to think that he was my 
superior. Once when the Bureau made him take a 
vacation, he told me to go to Philadelphia to check 
out a case for him. It didn't turn out to be an X-
File, but the trip turned out to be quite eventful."

"How so?"

"One-night stand and a tattoo."

"You got a tattoo?! I never would have expected that 
of you." He smiles. "Where is it?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." She 
winks at him.

Doggett sighs. He wants to know what her intentions 
are in her flirtations with him. If she doesn't 
intend to give him a chance at all, he must begin 
getting over her and perhaps begin searching for love 
with someone else.

"Dana, can I ask you a question?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Are you attracted to me and interested in a 
relationship? I'm confused whether your flirtations 
tonight are you being in character for this UC gig or 
if they are sincere."

Scully looks away from him for a moment then stands 
up and steps toward where he is sitting. She places 
herself in between his legs. She places her hand 
behind his head, at the base of his neck and pulls 
him toward her.

Doggett can't believe that their mouths are mere 
millimeters apart, her mouth slightly parted, 
inviting him to kiss her. His heartbeat quickens and 
his face flushes with lust. He feels her fingertips 
delicately creep into his damp hair. Her mouth 
touches his and he closes his eyes. Her tongue 
playfully glides across the slight opening of his 
mouth, begging him to take her, make her his.

Doggett places his hands on her hips and pulls her 
body close to his. Scully gasps when her hip hits his 
full erection. She places her forehead on his and 
glances down at him. She raises her eyes to look into 
his as his mouth searches for hers to continue 
kissing her.

"Geez..." Scully says seductively, "it's so big..." She 
places one hand on his knee and slowly moves it up 
his inner thigh until it fits snugly around his 
hardened cock.

Doggett moans quite loudly and buries his face into 
her neck, breathing heavily. He feels Scully's grip 
around his erection lightly squeeze. All he wants for 
her to do is...

"Fuck me." He whispers into her ear in a deep, husky 
voice.

Those two words have never sounded so primal, so 
erotic before in Scully's life. Her center aches to 
be touched, but her standing and his sitting position 
do nothing to even remotely begin relieving the 
tension she feels throbbing in between her legs.

Doggett shifts his position to bring more friction to 
his aching penis. He runs his hand up Scully's body, 
grasping onto one breast, rolling his thumb around 
her erect nipple. Scully throws her head back at the 
adrenaline rush-like sensation his touch makes her 
feel.

"J-John..." Dear Lord he has her panting, "let's get 
out of here."

Scully looks down at Doggett. A public nightclub is 
no place for them to behave like this.

Scully releases his erection from her grasp and takes 
his hand and leads him outside to the truck. They get 
inside and head back out to the highway.

"Georgetown or Falls Church?" He asks, not caring 
where they end up so long as it ends with a sexual 
climax.

"Your place is closer." Scully leans her head back on 
the chair and lets out a heavy sigh. "So how long 
have you wanted me like this?"

"I was attracted to you from the beginning." He looks 
at her. She is rubbing the base of her neck. "But it 
hasn't always been this sexual need that I'm feeling 
right now. What about you?"

"My second trimester when I was pregnant with 
William. You know what they say about pregnant women 
and their sex drives." She grins mischievously. "My 
first attraction to you was an intellectual one; with 
intelligence comes sex appeal."

They are quiet. Scully glances at the speedometer: 98 
miles per hour.

"You may want to consider slowing down."

Doggett looks at his speed and lifts his foot from 
the accelerator. If this is any indication of how 
hard he wants to drive her, they are in for quite a 
night.

Silence sets in for the remainder of the way to Falls 
Church. Scully begins to question herself about 
whether or not it is right for her to have sex with 
Doggett tonight, no matter how badly she wants to. If 
it's true that they are cursed, perhaps they are not 
being rational. She does not want to wake up in the 
morning and regret having disrespected their 
relationship by having sex on the 'first date'. Yes, 
she wants to express her emotions for him through 
intimate physical contact, but she knows deep in her 
gut that if they have sex tonight, it would not be 
the next best step in their relationship.

Doggett pulls up in his driveway and puts the truck 
in park. He gets out and opens Scully's door and 
helps her out, holding her hand.

Once inside his house, he begins kissing her again - 
more gently now, not as lustful as before. Scully 
smiles and closes her eyes as he places small kisses 
all over her neck.

"Mmm... that feels good." She says quietly.

Doggett stops and looks her in the eyes. He takes her 
hand and leads her upstairs to his bedroom. He 
doesn't bother to turn on any lights. There's just 
enough light from the street lamp outside to see 
where they are going.

Scully lies down on her back on his bed, raising one 
arm above her head. She sinks comfortably into the 
mattress. Doggett lies next to her and props himself 
up on his elbow. He places his other hand on her 
stomach and slowly rubs it back and forth, hesitating 
as to what he should do next.

He laughs at himself.

"What?" Scully is curiously amused.

"Here we are and it seems to me that neither one of 
us knows what to do." He lowers his head, feeling 
embarrassed.

"It's all right, John, this is nice... being here with 
you now." She rests one hand on his hand. "This is a 
side of you that I've never seen before. I like it."

Doggett smiles sheepishly.

"So what does this mean for us?" His eyes loose their 
connection with hers. "I mean, you're with Mulder-"

"-Mulder left me a long time ago, John. I'm ready to 
move on."

Doggett is quiet. In the past few years that he's 
known her, he's believed that no man - not even 
himself - could ever find a place in her heart for 
her love and affection. Now she is saying to him that 
she wants to be with him and not Mulder. He shakes 
his head slightly, not really believing it. Tonight 
has been so bizarre. It would only be fitting that 
all that has happened between him and Scully isn't 
real.

"Why are you shaking your head?" She turns onto her 
side to better look at him.

"I'm thinking this whole night has been so bizarre, 
it must be a dream."

Scully gently rolls Doggett onto his back and she 
hovers over him. She bends down and kisses his 
forehead and then lies down, her head resting on his 
chest.

"I can assure you that it's not a dream. Dreams never 
feel this good." She closes her eyes and exhales, 
letting her body mesh closer to his.

Doggett doesn't move in what seems like forever as he 
watches Scully drift off to sleep. Once he's sure she 
is sleeping, he carefully maneuvers his way to cover 
their bodies with his old tan-brown afghan. As he 
lies back down, Scully turns away from him. He wraps 
his arm around her waist and holds her close, knowing 
that this is the first night in a lifetime of nights 
together that he will sleep next to her like this.

He kisses the back of her neck and settles in for a 
good night's sleep.

The End

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Happy Halloween 2004!

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SHODDS October 2004 Fanfic Challenge:

- Must be DSR
- Must involve a curse
- Include the line: "Geez! It's so big!"
- Must include one of the following locatiions: a) 
Memphis, Tennessee, b) an arena, c) a bar & grill, d) 
nightclub
- Must take place during a holiday. It doees not 
matter which holiday you choose.

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