Title: Lions, Tigers, and Aliens By Red Badger Lions, and Tigers, and Aliens, Oh My.
Author: Red Badger 83
Written: August 2007
Spoilers: Tooms, 3, Never Again and Unruhe
Rating: NC-17 for sex of course and some language.
Disclaimer: I'm not this smart. If I owned the X-Files, number one: This would never have been on Fox or any other Network station. Number two: I'd be happier and richer if I did. They are the property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 productions. No infringement intended. I'll put them back when I'm done, maybe I'll just keep Mulder.
Rating: R for language.

Summary: Set post Never Again. Mulder and Scully attend a Halloween party. They've had a few drinks and begin talking to each other without knowing it's the other. Major fluff with a little angst for good measure. Please don't mock my choice of music. It's the best I could come up with.

Thursday, October 30th
X-Files Office
Washington D.C.
12:30 P.M.

"Hey, Scully, you want to grab some lunch?"

"You read my mind, Mulder. I'm surprised you didn't hear my stomach over here."

"I did. I was just being polite by not saying anything," Mulder joked.

"I haven't eaten since six o'clock this morning. I'm surprised I waited this long. So, where do you want to go?" I asked him.

"I picked the place last time, Scully. You can pick. I'm pretty flexible. I can eat anything."

Standing there for a second, I pondered on where to go. I finally spoke up, "Giovanni's?"

"Sure, I could go for some Italian," he said holding my coat so I could slip into it.

Placing his hand in the small of my back, he led me out of our basement office. On our way to his car, we were stopped by A.D. Skinner.


"Hello, sir." I greeted.

"Where are you two off to right now?" A.D. Skinner said.

"We were going to get some lunch, sir," I continued.

"Listen, My wife and I are throwing a Halloween party tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you two could come?"

"I don't have any plans, sir. I'll be there. This is a costume affair, right?"

"Yes, Scully, it is. What about you, Agent Mulder? Can you come too?"

"Sure, Skinner. Wouldn't miss it. If it's okay, I could bring some friends," Mulder said.

"Sure, the more the merrier. The party starts at 7:00. Do you have any idea what you'll be?"

"I do, sir. I have a costume I was planning on wearing to hand out candy, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow night to see what it is."

"Would it be a matter of national security if you told us, Scully?" Mulder asked.

"Actually, it would be, Mulder," I quipped.

"Really now. Can't wait to see what it is. You've gotten my interest piqued, Scully," Mulder continued.

"Looking forward to seeing you there, Agents. You're the only two out of this bunch I want there."

"Thank you, sir. We'll be back soon," Scully said.

"Dismissed." Skinner said heading back into his office.

Finally making it to the car, Mulder opened my door for me. I climbed inside.

When he climbed in I joked, "Who says chivalry is dead?"

"What's that, Scully?"

"Nothing. I was making a joke about you opening my door for me."

"Oh," he said starting the ignition and pulling out of the garage.

Sitting there, I was remembering the events that happened in Philadelphia. The tattoo had affected my judgment, but not enough to sleep with Ed Jerse. I just couldn't betray Mulder like that. I knew about Kristen Kyler, but in his defense he thought I was dead. I guess I thought I would try a little payback for the whole Kristen debacle when I met Ed in the tattoo parlor, but he never even asked me if I slept with him. When it came down to it, I just couldn't. The tattoo was enough of an adventure.

Giovanni's Italian Bistro
Little Italy, DE
12:35 P.M.

Getting out of the car, he came around to my side and helped me out of the car.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome."

Placing a hand in the small of my back, (I love it when he does this) he led me into the restaurant.

"Mulder, Scully, so nice of you to drop by for lunch today." G said. He hates Giovanni.

"Have you been busy today, G-man?" Mulder said.

"It's been kind of slow today, Mulder. I think everyone's at home getting ready for Halloween."

"Maybe," I said.

"So, the usual table, guys?"

"Sure, G, thanks," I said.

Upon seating us he said, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll take a Root Beer. You know, got to go back to work, so don't need to be tipsy," I quipped.

"I wouldn't mind you a little tipsy in the office from time to time, Scully." Mulder deadpanned.


"I'll have an iced tea," Mulder said to G.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." G said leaving the table to get the drinks.

"So, Scully, what can you tell me about your costume?" Mulder asked.

"Let's just say, you won't realize it's me. What are you going to dress up as?"

"I'm not sure what I'll dress up as. You got a dress I can wear?"

"Mulder! Cute, but I think you'd tear my clothes to shreds," I said laughing.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll think of something. I could always go as my old stand by costume."

"What's that?" I wondered what he could be.

"A baseball player. I have an old uniform from when I was a teenager.

I think it still fits," he said.

"I could see that. No one will know who I am. This will be a total departure from who I really am." I said.

"What you going to come dressed as a practicing doctor?"

"Yeah, that's me, Mulder, Miss Predictable," I quipped.

"If there's one thing you're not, Scully, it's predictable. You keep me on my toes."

"I'm glad you think I'm not predictable."

"Your little trip to Philadelphia proved that. Can I ask you something about that, Scully?"

"No, I didn't, Mulder."

"How did you."

"Know you were going to ask me if I slept with Ed Jerse?" I finished his question.


"I just did. No, I didn't sleep with him. I wanted to though, but I just couldn't."

"Why not?" Mulder wondered.

"It didn't feel right," I said.

"Okay. I'll leave it at that."

"Mulder, how come we don't talk?"

"We talk all the time," he said.

"We talk about cases. We banter back and forth. We never chat like friends do."

"You're right. We don't. What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's just take turns asking questions. Okay, you can go first."

"Okay, what's your favorite color?" he asked.

"Hmm, purple, any shade. I'm not picky."

"No wonder you have that deep purple suit. I always liked the way you looked in that suit. That is my favorite suit," he said.

"Thanks. Okay, same question."

"Umm, probably gray or black."

"I can see why. It seems whenever I come over to your apartment your wearing a black or gray t-shirt," I said.

"Okay, favorite memory from your high school days?"

"Probably my senior prom, well after the prom is an even better memory."

"Why," he said with a glint in his eyes.

"Not because of that. I didn't do that. My date, Marcus and I were in a parked car. He was thinking it's now or never. I was thinking." I said.

"What were you thinking," he said.

"I'm thinking, 'What is that siren getting louder?'."

"No way, who called the cops?"

"It wasn't the cops. It was the fire department. My friend Sylvia and her idiot prom date Burwood had built this campfire that went totally out of control and we all had to ride back on the uh-what do you call it-the uh-the pumper truck. Marcus was the twelfth grade love of my life. I can't believe I just told you that," I said giggling.

"I can't believe you haven't told me before."

"Okay, same question."

"Hmm, summer's spent in Martha's Vineyard. Those were the best. The only place you had to be on time was home for supper," he said with mirth in his eyes.

"I can imagine. I remember growing up in San Diego, even though it's not the same. San Diego is beautiful this time of year, as I'm sure Martha's Vineyard is cold."

"I've never been there this time of year. You said you didn't do it on prom night, and I've tiptoed around this question, but when did you, assuming you have?" he asked.

"That is a little personal, Mulder, but seeing as how we're friends, I'll tell you the truth. You already know I dated Jack Willis a while ago and there was Ethan, when we first met four years ago, and there was one in medical school and a boyfriend in college and you know about Marcus, but I didn't with any of them. It didn't feel right. So to answer you're question, Mulder, I haven't. I'd appreciate it if you'd not tell anyone, except my mother. She'd flip if she knew I was still waiting. She thought I did with Marcus all those years ago in high school, I just never set her straight," I said.

"Scully, I'm glad you told me this. I'm impressed. There's still one person over the age of 14 that still believes in waiting for love."

"Thanks. I guess same question again. If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I understand."

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't divulge this confidence after you just spilled your guts, so to speak. Let's see, I guess I was in high school. I had fallen for my best friend, yes it was a girl.

I'm not gay."

"I didn't say you were, although. I'm just kidding with you." I quipped.

"Her name was Charlotte. Don't ever call her that though. She liked to be called Charlie. She was a major tom-boy. That was what attracted me to her. I looked at her one day and it was like a lighting bolt hit me.

It was prom later that year. We'd been dating for a few months, and she surprised me by wanting to go to Lover's Lane, so we did and that's pretty much the story. You wanted to know how old I was too, I was 17."

"Charlie. That reminds me I need to call my brother."

"Okay, scariest memory, unless you don't want to go there."

"No, it's okay. It was just a few weeks ago. Gerry Schnauz was the scariest thing I've ever faced. Not even my abduction was that scary.

I did delay him from doing that until you got there though, thank god.

My speaking his native language stopped him for a moment. I took German in college as you well know," I said.

"I know that had to be scary for you. I'm glad I got there in time."

"Me too, Mulder, me too. Same question."

"When Samantha was abducted. I was powerless to stop it. I never want to feel that helpless again."

"That's the way I felt when Gerry Schnauz had me bound and gagged in that dentist's chair ready to puncture my eyes with that ice pick. I really never want to feel that helpless again either," I said as G came back with our drinks.

"Here you are guys. Have any idea what you guys want for lunch?"

"I guess I'll have my usual, chicken fettuccine, G," I said.

"As many times as we've eaten here, I've never tried that. I always get the same thing too. I think I'll have the same. Try something new for a change."

"Very good. I'll be back shortly."

"Thanks, G," I said.

"Stepping out of your comfort zone, Mulder. I'm impressed."

"I'm even more impressed, Scully. I feel like I've gotten to know you a whole lot better today."

"I do too. We should do that more often," I said.

"I know. After the party tomorrow night, we can head back to your apartment or mine and just hang out. I'd like it if we you hung out more after work. You really are the only one I trust, Scully."

"I told you the night we staked out Tooms that you were the only one I'd put my career on the line for. That was the first and last time I called you Fox. You said you even made your parents call you Mulder."

"You remember that?"

"You'd be surprised at what I can remember, Mulder."

"I thought I was the one with the photographic memory."

"You are. I just have a really good memory too. In my family, I was the one who remembered the phone numbers, birthdays and important dates," I said.

"Well, that's a coincidence. My mom was never good at remembering that kind of thing, so I always did it," he said.

"Yeah, I think it bothered my brothers and sister when I could do that and they couldn't, but it didn't bother me."

"It doesn't bother me. I'm used to it."

"I used to hang out with my brothers more than my sister. I was a major tom-boy too. Getting dirty never bothered me. My brothers and I would walk in the woods out behind one of the base houses we lived in one time, with Ahab. I miss Ahab so much sometimes I can't think about anything else. I remember being his favorite. My brothers and sister didn't have nicknames in his eyes, except shortened versions of their names. I think it disappointed him that I didn't want to practice medicine like him. I think, no, I know he was proud of me in whatever I decided to do. At least he didn't have to be here to see me get abducted, and nearly killed at the hands of Donnie Pfaster and Gerry Schnauz. Granted Schnauz was scarier than Pfaster, but either way I was scared. I hope I never see Pfaster again."

"I'm sure you won't," Mulder said as G brought our food to the table.

"Here you go, guys. Enjoy," he said.

"Thanks, G-man," Mulder said.

"You're welcome. If you need anything, just call me, okay."

"Okay," I said as he left the table.

"This looks really good, Scully. I can see why you order it every time," Mulder said.

"It tastes even better, try some," I said placing a fork full of food in my mouth. Mulder did the same.

"Wow, this is unbelievable. I'll have to order this more often." He said.

We finished our lunch, paid the check and headed back to the office.

X-Files Office
Washington D.C.
1:30 P.M.

The day was pretty much routine. We looked at five potential X-Files and turned down four. It seemed one was the real deal and would need our attention. We submitted the paper work to Skinner. We should get the answer on whether or not we can investigate it by Monday morning.

5:15 P.M.

"Hey, Mulder, I'm going to take off. It's after five anyway," I said.

"Okay, Scully. I guess I could too. See you tomorrow morning, right?"

"You know it, Mulder," I said grabbing my coat and heading to my car.

Dana Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, MD
5:35 P.M.



"I'd recognize this penmanship anywhere. You have the handwriting of a serial killer." The TV said. One of my favorite movies, 'Steel Magnolias' was on. It was comforting.

I was jolted out of the movie by someone knocking at the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Mom." The voice called back.

Unlocking the lock and sliding back the chain, I opened the door to see all five foot two inches of my mother standing there.

"Mom, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"I was just in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by."

"Did you talk to Mulder?" I asked.

"Yes, he called me. Dana, honey, why didn't you tell me I had it wrong all those years ago?"

"You were so sure I had. I didn't want you to think you were wrong." I said.

"But I was."

"Yes, ma'am, you were, but I didn't want to say anything. You know all things anyway. I just didn't want you to think you didn't."

"Well, I'm glad I was wrong. Now, Missy on the other hand." Mom said.

"Yes, we all know I was the polar opposite of Missy. I figured one wayward daughter was enough, even though she wasn't that bad."

"Well, I knew she was hardly a virgin. Remember, I caught her one time."

"Don't remind me. I did the same thing."

"You did? When?"

"I mean I didn't catch her with a guy or anything."

"You mean."

"Yeah, Mom, don't sound so surprised. Most people have done that at least once in their life."

"Have you?"

"Mom!" I exclaimed.


"Once or twice. I'd rather do that for now. I haven't found the one yet. I don't do it that much, Mom. Just so you know. I haven't in so long, I'm not sure I'd even remember how." I deadpanned. (I've been hanging around Mulder too long.)

"You're joking, right?"

"Yes, Mom. The only time I did that was when I was a teenager. I don't anymore."

"Good. I knew that you did as a teenager."

"You knew? How did you know?"

"Oh, please, Mothers know these things, Danes."

"Oh, at least you never called me on it. That would have been embarrassing."

"Yes, it would. Anyway, I brought some food. I made more than I'll eat, so I figured that you'd like it."

"Thanks, Mom. I didn't really feel like cooking anyway. I was probably going to order in Chinese or something. Have you eaten already?"

"Nope, just finished cooking and hopped in the car. You set the table, and I'll plate up the food."

"Okay, Mom," I said grabbing plates and silverware and headed to the dinning room.

We sat down and had dinner together. I usually don't like the drop by.

I'd like a little notice before someone comes by, except my mom or Mulder.

"That was fantastic, Mom."

"Thanks, Dana. I'm glad you liked it," she said clearing the table.

"Mom, just put those in the sink. I'll take care of them later."


"Do you need to get right home?"

"No, why?" Mom asked.

"I thought you could finish watching the movie with me."

"What movie?"

"'Steel Magnolias.'" I said.

"Oh, my favorite."

"I know. It's a good movie."

Sitting down on the couch, we began to watch the movie. After about thirty minutes the movie went off. I looked over at Mom. She was crying, as was I. I handed her a tissue.

"Thanks. It never fails. I always cry during the funeral scene." She said.

"I know. I do too. I heard somewhere that they were really crying during that scene. A little girl was dying of cancer, I believe it was, wanted to come to the set and see them filming the movie, and while they were filming the movie the little girl died. That tore the cast up pretty bad, so those are real tears, not fake, Hollywood tears."

"That's a nice little bit of trivia."

"I thought so too. Even the cancer bit. I know I'm going to beat my own, Mom. You don't have to worry. You've lost enough right now. You lost Dad and Missy, and that's enough for now. Trust me, I'll beat this," I said trying to convince her that I would.

"If you have faith that you will, then I will. Have you told Fox?"

"He doesn't like to be called Fox. Yes, I told him. After Gerry Schnauz and Donnie Pfaster, we have no secrets from each other."

"Except the fact that you love each other."

"Mom! I don't love him that way. He's my best friend. I'm definitely not in love with Fox Mulder!" I said emphatically.

"You keep telling yourself that, honey. When you're ready to admit it to yourself, I'll be there laughing and telling you 'I told you so'.

You should have seen Fox when you were clinging to life after your abduction. He was so distraught. He missed you like the sun misses the flower in wintertime."

"Yes, I'm sure he did. He's my best friend, Mom. The only one I trust.

The only one I'd put my career on the line for, no one but him," I said wondering if Mom's words had some ring of truth.

"You trust him more than you've ever trusted a guy before. Just so you know, Marcus, Nick, Daniel, Jack, and Ethan, I never really liked them anyway. I just went along with it to make you happy. Fox is perfect for you, honey. Why can't you see it?"

"Because, he's arrogant and stubborn. He's set in his beliefs and the like. Barely budges an inch."

"Sounds a lot like someone else I know." Mom said.

"Mom, I am not arrogant!"

"Okay, maybe you're not arrogant, but you're all the other things, and say what you want, but you keep Fox grounded, whether you want to or not. You keep him from running off in the middle of the night and getting his fool self killed. You keep him honest. I've seen the look in his eyes, Dana. You make him a whole person. I know he told you that nothing else matters except finding out the truth, but you matter to him now." Mom said leaving the apartment.

"Damn it. Why does she do that? She's always got to say something about my love life. I don't love Mulder. Get it through your head, Dana. Damn it, you do not love Mulder that way," I said to myself knowing it was a lie. I did love Mulder. I do love Mulder. I think I fell for him right after my abduction. He was the only one who kept hope alive. He was the only one who believed that I would come back, and I did.

Just as I was mentally berating myself for loving Mulder, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Scully, it's me." The familiar voice on the other end said.

"Mulder, where are you?"

"I'm at home. Just wondering what you were doing."

"Mentally berating myself for loving you", I thought, but said, "My mom just left. She'd brought some dinner for us."

"That was nice of her."

"Yeah, it was. What's up?"

"Like I said, just wondering what you were up to," Mulder said.

"Nothing right now. What are you up to?"

"Oh, you know, then usual."

"Watching some more of your videos again, Mulder?"

"Nope, don't really need them anymore. I got the perfect woman to think about for that nowadays," he said.

"I thought I was his best friend. I thought he would tell me if he had been dating someone." I thought.

"Anyone I know?" I said.

"Yeah, you know her pretty well, but I can't talk about it. I haven't told her yet, don't want to jinx it," he said.

"I understand."

"I guess I'll see you in the office in the morning?" he asked.

"You know it. I'll be there."

"Bye, Scully," he said.

"Bye, Mulder. Have a good night."

"You too, Scully."

The line disconnected. I missed his voice already.

Deciding that sitting here pining away for Mulder was fruitless, I decided to go to get ready for bed. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the tub. Placing some of my lavender bath salts into the tub, the little room blossomed with scent. It was calming and relaxing to my wound up nerves. Damn my mother for saying all that to me. She knew full and well what it would do to me having those thoughts planted in my head. I'd be obsessing over it all damn night. My bathroom used to calm me, but after Tooms slipping in here unnoticed, it winds me up, but thankfully I have the calming scent of lavender in abundance. Stripping away the barriers of clothes, I slipped into the nice, hot bath.

I sighed as the warm water warmed my already warm skin. I had brought my cordless phone in the bathroom with me in case someone were to need me. It's kind of late though. No one calls this late except my mom or Mulder, and my mom will only call if something is wrong. Finishing the bath, I toweled myself off and went into my bedroom. I slipped into my pajamas and climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep.

12:30 A.M.

"Aufhoren! Ich habe keine unruhe!" I yelled in my sleep.

As the ice pick was floating toward my left eye, I bolted awake.

"Damn it, why am I still having nightmares about Gerry Schnauz?" I said as the phone rang.


"Hey, Scully, it's me."

"Mulder, it's after midnight. Is there something you needed?"

"No, just wanted to make sure you're still okay."

"I'm fine."

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, you didn't. I was having a nightmare and that woke me up," I said.

"Are you sure you're all right, Scully?"

"I'm. I'll be fine. I'm sure of it," I said.

"If you want, I can come over."

"No, it's okay. I'm fine."

"I'm tired of your 'I'm fine' act. You may fool some people, Dana, but you can't fool me. Tell me the truth," he said.

"No, I'm not fine, but I know I will be."

"I'm coming over there and don't try to stop me," he said.

"All right, but don't expect the beautiful and enigmatic Dr. Scully to greet you at the door."

"Who's greeting me at the door?"

"Just plain old Dana, in her pajamas and bath robe."

"That's fine. I didn't expect a full blown dress up anyway. I like you in your pajamas anyway." He deadpanned.


"See ya in a few, Scully."

"Okay, Mulder." The line disconnected.

Climbing out of bed, I went to the bathroom. After that, I went to the living room and sat on the couch to wait for Mulder. Snuggling up with a pillow, I fell back to sleep. I didn't hear Mulder when he entered my apartment. He took a seat in a chair straight across from the couch.

1:30 A.M.

"Aufhoren! Ich habe keine unruhe!" I yelled in my sleep.

"Scully, wake up. It's Mulder. You're in your apartment. You're safe."

"No, Gerry, stop." I yelled.

"Scully, you've got to wake up," Mulder said cradling me.

I bolted awake with Mulder holding me.

"Mulder?" I asked.

"Yeah, Scully. It's me. I told you I'd be here, didn't I, or did I dream that?" He joked trying to make me feel better.

"I can't understand it, Mulder. I've never had nightmares like this, not even after Barry and Pfaster. Why was the Schnauz case so different?"

"Maybe because, Schnauz was going to erase your memory and Barry just gave you to the aliens, and Pfaster just wanted to kill you."

"That could be it, Mulder, at least I'm still here and remember who I am," I said.

"Maybe it would help to talk about it, Dana," he said. Oh, shit, he used my first name. That breaks my defenses down.

"What's there to talk about, Mulder? A madman held me against my will and was going to stick something in my eye to make me forget everything, forget," I said.

"Forget what? Forget who?"

"Forget my mom, Missy, Ahab, and even you, Mulder. Even if I do have unrest, I don't want to forget a minute of it."

"You don't want to forget me or the X-Files?"

"No, Mulder, you're my best friend. I told you that. Look, it's one-thirty in the morning, and who's here comforting me? Last time I checked you weren't my mother."

"No, I'm not your mother. Hell, I'm not even female." He deadpanned.

He's even made that an art.

"Thank god, you're not female. I have plenty of female friends. I like having the one male friend," I said.

"Although, it would be kind of nice to know how it feels to make love as a woman."

"Mulder! You are incorrigible. I feel the same way."

"Well, I can correct that for you right now, if you'd like," he quipped.

"Mulder! Stop with this kind of talk. I going back to bed now. It's too late for you to go home. You can stay in the guest room if you'd like, or you can sleep in my room in the chair across from the bed." I said as my voice trailed off.

"Was there another part to that, Scully? Your voice trailed off like there was."

"Well, I guess you can sleep in the bed with me, but I'm not going to be held accountable for my actions." I deadpanned.

"You've been hanging around me too much, Scully, but I'll take you up on the bed thing."

"Did you bring clothes for in the morning? I mean unless you want to have to drive back to Alexandria before work," I said.

He pointed to the coat rack by the door, "Nope, I'm covered. I brought a suit for in the morning, and the bag there by the coat rack has everything else I'll need."

"You were so sure that I would ask you to stay, huh, Agent Mulder?"

"Yes, I was, Agent Scully," he said.

"God, you're arrogant. Sometimes it's cute, but sometimes it gets on my nerves."

Walking into the bedroom, we climbed into my bed and went to sleep.

Friday, October 31st, Halloween.
Dana Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, MD
5:55 A.M.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock waking me up. I always have one thought this early in the morning, just five more minutes, please. I know it's fruitless to try to get a little more sleep, so I just get up.

Today, however, was different. I rolled over trying to get the extra five minutes I so desperately wanted, and was blocked by a warm body.

With that I bolted awake to the sight of Mulder staring down at my tousled hair, and sleep filled eyes.

"Good morning," he said in a quiet voice.

"Good morning," I said back. In a joking manner I looked under the covers to make sure I was still fully clothed.

"Scully, what are you doing?" he asked with an amused smirk on his face.

"I was making sure you didn't take advantage of me," I quipped back.

He pouted.

"I was just kidding, Mulder. I knew what happened."

"I know you were. It was a cute joke."

"'Cute.'? Since when do you say the word cute? I've never heard you say the word cute before."

"I don't know. It just kind of came out that way," he said.

"We've got to get ready for work now. Hopefully, Skinner will let us out a little earlier so we can get ready for the party. Did you ever come up with something to wear?"

"I'm just going to drag out that old baseball uniform I have. I think that's the best I can come up with. I'll call the gunmen from the office to see if they can come too. It'll be a blast having them there."

"As long as Frohike stays sober and doesn't hit on me, I'll be fine."

Mulder laughed, "What if I get drunk and hit on you?"

"Mulder, you won't even know who I am at this party. Like I said, you won't recognize me in this costume."

"Oh, really. I think I would recognize you in anything you'd wear."

"Not in this. No one will, not even ever vigilant Skinner will know it's me," I said padding off to the bathroom to start the shower for Mulder.

"You can have the shower first, Mulder. I'll go round us up some food."

"Okay, thanks, Scully."

"Wow, it was nice waking up that way. I'm glad I invited him to stay.

I wonder how many more days we will have once I tell him. Don't go there, Dana. He probably doesn't love you back. What mom said was probably wrong." I thought.

I padded off to the kitchen to get some breakfast for the two of us.

After about fifteen minutes, I had the table set, and Mulder came out of the bedroom fully dressed in the black Armani suit that I love so much.

He was even wearing my favorite tie. It was purple and black striped.

"Shower's free if you want it," he said straightening his tie.

"Okay, I'll be back in a second. Go ahead and dig in."

"No, it's okay. I'll wait for you."

"Suit yourself, Mulder. This won't take too long," I said making my way to the bathroom.

I spent fifteen minutes showering, putting on my make-up and dressing in my purple suit and a black shell.

Emerging from the bedroom and smoothing the material of my suit, I made my way to the dining room to have breakfast.

"Scully, this looks fantastic. Who knew you could be a Martha Stewart in disguise?" He joked.

"My mom taught me to do this when I was sixteen."

Taking our seats, we ate breakfast silently.

Upon finishing, I stood and started to clear the table.

"I'll do that, Scully. It's the least I could do for your hospitality."

"It's okay, Mulder. I can do it."

"No really, I insist," he said.

"Okay, Mulder, knock yourself out," I said jokingly.

He cleared the table and washed the dishes. I'd never seen this side of Mulder before.

"You ready for work, honey?" I joked.

"Really funny, but Skinner will have out heads if we're late."

"Okay, let's get out of here then."

"My car or your car?"

"I guess we can take your car. It doesn't bother me anyway. You can drive," I said.

"Okay, my car it is."

Just as we were about to leave, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Agent Scully?"


"It's A.D. Skinner's secretary. Hold on for Assistant Director Skinner."

"Okay, sure."

"Agent Scully?" A.D. Skinner said.

"Yes, sir?"

"We've got a report of an incident downtown. We'd like you and Agent Mulder to check it out. Don't take to long though, it's a half day for you, Mulder and myself. I'll see you in a few for a briefing."

"Yes, sir. I'll be right there."

"One more thing, do you have any idea where Agent Mulder is? I can't seem to get him to answer at home."

"Yes, sir, I have a pretty good idea where he is."

"Well, tell him, when you see him that is, that you're both needed in my office in a few minutes."

"I'll tell him when I see him, sir," I said as I hung up the phone. As soon as the phone was back in its cradle, I began to giggle.

"Who was that, Scully?" he asked as he began to laugh right along with me.

"It was Skinner. He's needs us in the office right away."

"All right."

"He's say not to be late since it's a half day for us and him."

"Okay, we'd better get going then," he said.

Leaving my apartment, we made our way to his car. He opened my door for me. Climbing in I thought, "There he goes with the chivalrous behavior again."

He climbed in, started the car and pulled away from my apartment.

F.B.I. Headquarters
Washington D.C.
7:30 A.M.

Walking through the hall, we were greeted by several agents. Most were pretty nice, but they're a certain few that never are.

"Hey, Spooky, today's your big day, isn't it?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Walsh?"

"I mean, you are Spooky Mulder, for Christ sakes. Isn't Halloween your big day to be all Spooky?"

"As a matter of fact, no. I don't really like Halloween. I much prefer Thanksgiving or hell, even Valentine's Day, but not Halloween. I liked trick-or-treating when I was a kid, but not because of the candy and costumes. I didn't give a shit about that. I liked looking into other people's houses."

"Well, sorry, Spooky."

"His name's Mulder, idiot." I bit out through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you just be quiet, Mrs. Spooky?"

"Mulder, we have that meeting with Skinner. Let's just leave the idiot alone," I said taking Mulder's hand to lead him away. He dropped my hand and put his in the small of my back, pushing me toward Skinner's office.

Skinner's secretary, Amanda Mask, greeted us.

"Hello, Mulder, Scully. The Assistant Director is waiting."

"Thanks, Mandi. Has he been waiting long?" I said.

"Not too long."

"I apologize for making him wait. We had a problem with a fellow agent."

"Walsh again?"

"Yeah, he gets on my nerves with his 'Spooky and Mrs. Spooky' stuff." I said.

"Don't take it personally. He gets on everyone's nerves. In fact, if you'll keep this under you hats, A.D. Skinner's looking for a way to get rid of him now."

"Well, I can't say I'll miss him," Mulder said.

"I'll tell A.D. Skinner you're here."

"Thanks, Mandi," I said.

Knock, Knock.

"Yes?" Skinner said.

"Sir, Mulder and Scully are here."

"Send them in, Mandi."

"Yes, sir."

"Good morning, sir." I greeted.

"Scully, how was your night?"

"Oh, shit. I was hoping he wouldn't ask that. I'd have to lie. I hope I'm good at it. I've never been able to this well." I thought.

"Oh, it was uneventful. My mom brought me some dinner. We watched a movie on TV. Then she went home, and I went to bed."

"I've heard you've been having nightmares about the Gerry Schnauz case.

Is this true, Scully?"

"Yes, sir. I'm getting better though." I lied.

"So, no nightmares last night?"

"No, sir." I lied. Mulder glanced my way, knowing I was lying.

"Mulder, how was your evening?" Skinner asked.

"You know, same old, same old. I stayed in a watched a few of my movies." He joked.

"That's been a running joke around here for four years, Mulder. You need a woman and bad."

"Maybe I'll meet one at the party. I'll call the guys and see if they can come."

"'The guys'? Oh, you must mean The Lone Gunmen. They'll be a little crazy, but they'll be fun to be around."

"I told Mulder, as long as Frohike stays sober and doesn't hit on me, I'll be fine," I said. Mulder, Skinner, and I just laughed.

"That's a good one, Scully. Now down to business. This isn't going to take long. You should be back in the office by nine. There's been a murder and the local P.D. thinks there's something off about it. They think it's an occult killing, like a sacrifice. I told them I had the perfect agents to work such a case. They're expecting you. That's all.


We got up to leave. "Mulder, a word, please?"

"I'll be along in a sec, Scully."

"Okay, Mulder. I'll be right outside waiting for you."

I left the room.

"Mulder, have you come up with a costume for my party tonight?"

"I think I'll just drag out my old baseball uniform and do that, sir."

"No, that won't do. I have a spare that's perfect for you. No one, except me that is, will know it's you. It's such a departure from your normal personality. Drop by my house after work, and I'll dust it off for you," he said.

"Sure, thanks, sir. May I ask what I'll be dressing as now?"

"Yes, you may. It's an old Energizer bunny costume I wore ages ago when I met my wife. We met on Halloween at a costume party. You said maybe you'll meet someone at the party tonight, so this costume will be the perfect icebreaker, so to speak."

"I like it. That's perfect. Thank you, sir. I'll be by later to pick it up."

"Dismissed, Agent Mulder."

He joined me in the outer office.

"What was that about?" I asked Mulder.

"It was about the party. He wanted to know what I was coming as. When I told him, he said he had a costume I could borrow."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nope, not telling. You won't tell me what you're going to be, so I'm not telling either," he said acting like a child.

"Oh, all right. I guess I'll see tonight."

We headed downtown and investigated the case. It really was an occult sacrifice. We apprehended the suspects and was back in the office by nine, just as Skinner said.

X-Files Office
9:05 A.M.

Mulder sat at his desk and picked up the phone.

"TLG, Frohike speaking."

"Frohike, it's Mulder. Put me on speaker and don't record this."

"All right. Hang on." Frohike put it on speaker.

"Guys, what are your plans for this Halloween?"

"Watch horror movies and eat popcorn. Maybe get drunk and laugh at little kids costumes, why?"

"Because, Scully and I got invited to a costume party. I asked if I could bring some friends. They said I could, so you guys want to come?"

"Sounds better than what we had planned. Will there be pretty ladies at this party?" Langly asked.

"You know it," Mulder said.

"Is Agent Scully going to be there?" Frohike asked.

"She's going to be there too, Frohike," he said. I just rolled my eyes.

"I'll definitely be there. I've got a costume," Frohike said.

"We all have costumes, Frohike. We'll be there, Mulder. What time?" Byers asked.

"The party starts at 7:00, guys. Looking forward to seeing you there," Mulder said.

"This will be loads of fun. Will there be liquor at this party?"

"I'm guessing there will be."

"We'll definitely be there. See ya then, Mulder," Frohike said.

"See you all there. Bye, guys," Mulder said hanging up the phone.

"Frohike asked if I was going?" I questioned.

"Yes, he did." I rolled my eyes again.

"At least he won't know who I am."

"No one will, according to you."

"You're right, no one will. This is going to be such a departure for me. I'm going to have a good time, I just know it."

The day pretty much came and went. Skinner gave us the answer on the potential X-File we looked at yesterday. We'll be leaving for Mobile, Alabama Monday morning. It could have been a lot worse, at least they have a field office. At 12:00, we hopped in Mulder's car, and he drove me home.

Dana Scully's apartment
Georgetown, MD
5:45 P.M.

I was just about to put on my costume when I heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mom, Dana."

"Just a minute."

I went over to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Danes. How are you today?"

"What's with the drop by? Something wrong?" I asked.

"No, just wanted to see what you're plans are for tonight."

"Skinner invited me to a party at his house. I was going to that. I was just about to get ready for that."

"You're going as an alien?"

"Yeah, it's such a stretch for me to believe in that kind of thing so I thought it'd be perfect for me to dress like that for tonight."

"It is perfect. Is Fox going to be there?"

"We've hardly spent a minute apart since last night, but yes, he'll be there."

"What do you mean by that, Dana?"

"I had another nightmare. He called me a little after midnight to see if I was still all right. When I told him I had a nightmare, he rushed right over. While I was waiting for him, I fell asleep on the couch.

He came in and sat in the chair across from the couch. I had nightmare while on the couch. He rushed to my side and cradled me trying to wake me up gently. Finally, we just went to bed. Yes, in my bed, but nothing happened. I swear nothing happened, Mom." I could see the devilish look in her eyes. The things she said to me last night had gotten to me a little, and she knew it.

"Did you tell him that you're in love with him, Dana?"

"Mom! I am not in love with Fox Mulder! Get that through your head."

"Dana Katherine Scully, stop lying to your mother. You know that's a sin." Mom said acting like the perfect catholic she was.

"Okay, okay, I admit it. I love him. I'm in love with Fox Mulder.

There I said it," I said. True to Mom's word, she stood there and laughed.

"I told you so." Mom said as she continued to laugh.

"How did I know that was coming?"

"I told you the day you admit your true feelings toward Fox, I'd be there laughing and saying 'I told you so.' You don't want me to be a liar, do you?" Mom said quieting her laughing to a giggle.

"No, I don't want you to be a liar. You want to help me get ready?"


"All you'll have to do is zip me up when I put the suit on. The mask part is kind of cool, it has a voice changer in it. It makes me sound like an alien."

"Is this yours or did you rent it?" Mom asked.

"It's mine. I bought it. I thought it might be something I'd want to wear again someday."

"Well, that good. If it gets ruined, you won't have to pay a whole lot of money to a rental company. Let's hope you don't. I may want to borrow it next year." Mom said.

"Sure thing. You go as an alien, and I'll go as Mulder and pretend to catch you."

"That'd get a laugh or two, especially from Mulder." Mom said.

I padded off to bedroom to put my costume on. I didn't put anything else on but the costume. It's pretty form fitting and you could see the lines of my bra and panties if I chose to wear them and I wanted to look genuine. This will freak Mulder out. Never in a million years would he think I'd dress up as an alien for Halloween, but here I am.

I rejoined Mom in the living room. She gripped the zipper and pulled it up for me.

"You're not wearing anything under this?"

"No, you could see the lines, and I want to look like a real alien."

"That's a good idea. At least you owe this." Mom said.

"I know. Spent a little more than if I'd have rented it, but I'll have this for good."

I grabbed my mask and slipped it on. Switching on the voice changer I said, "How do I look, Mom?"

"That's great. That's the neatest thing I've ever heard. No one will recognize you in that." Mom said.

Taking off the mask and switching off the voice changer I said, "That's the plan. I'll probably talk to Mulder and all tonight. I'll tell him that I love him, while in costume. That's going to freak him out. An alien confessing their undying love to Fox Mulder."

"What's he dressing up as?"

"He was dressing up as a baseball player, but Skinner said he had an extra costume that Mulder could borrow. Mulder didn't tell me what it was."

"Did you tell him you were dressing up like this?"

"Nope. Sure didn't. This will definitely shock him. The beautiful and enigmatic Dr. Scully, his and Skinner's words, the eternal skeptic dressed up as an alien. We'll be laughing for months about this."

"I can see why you would. It is pretty funny. Why is the suit gray? I though aliens were green."

"That's actually a misnomer. Reticulans are called 'little green men'

for the fact that they bleed green. Their skin is really gray."

"That's a good thing to know." Mom said.

"One more thing, don't shoot them. If their blood get aerosolized, it's deadly. It changes the chemical composition of your blood, basically changing it to the consistency of jelly."

"That's a little scary."

"I know. Mulder had a run-in with one a couple years back. I figured out how to save him though."

"Well, it's a good thing you did."

"I agree, that was before my abduction, though. I think we're all glad I'm all right, so to speak."

"Well, I'd better get going. You've got a big night tonight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Mom said jokingly.

"What exactly won't you do, Mom?" I quipped back.

"Very funny. Happy Halloween. I can't believe tomorrow is Missy's birthday. Some days, I can't believe she's gone."

"I know, Mom. How old would she have been?"

"Let's see, she was six years older than you so. She would have been 39 tomorrow."

"Wow, I still can't believe I'm 33. Oh, dear God, I'm a 33 year old virgin."

"Hey, don't knock it, honey. I was a virgin when I married your father."

"I kind of figured that one. You were always a good catholic. I guess that's where I get it from."

"Yes, you may have your father's hair color, but you look and act just like me."

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing," I quipped as I hugged her.

"I think it's good. At least when you and Fox are together for the first time, it will be your first time. I already know you will tonight. It doesn't bother me. Your grown now. You can make your own decisions now, but you will share it with me in the morning, right?"

"I don't know. If we do, I might tell you we did, but that's where it will end. If Missy were still alive, I'd probably given her the details and, she'd have told you."

"I understand not wanting to tell your mom the details of your love life, Dana. I don't think I'm ready to hear that from one of my kids yet. Last time your brother, Bill, and his wife, Tara, visited, I could hear them through the wall. It's a wonder she's not pregnant yet."

"Eww, Mom, I don't want to hear about Bill and Tara. That's just gross.

To me, that like imagining you and Ahab," I said shivering from sheer disgust.

"Dana! I can't believe you just said that."

"I never did, I was just saying that hearing about Bill and Tara is as bad."

"Oh, okay. Well, I'd better get going." Mom said heading for the door.

"Okay, Mom, the usual breakfast in the morning?"

"Yes, I'll be here around 8:00. I know it's a Saturday, and you'll want to sleep in. Let's hope, Fox will be in the bed next to you when you wake up again in the morning."

"One can only hope, until it happens, then run away in sheer terror." I joked.

"I'll see you in the morning." Mom said leaving.

I looked at the clock on my cable box, it read 6:30 P.M. Time to head off to Skinner's. It'd take a solid thirty minutes to get there, and he said around seven. Grabbing my keys off the counter, I headed downstairs to my car.

Assistant Director Walter Skinner's house
Arlington, VA
6:55 P.M.

There were a few people here already, but I was hoping to get Skinner alone for a second to let him know it was me under this Reticulan costume. I spotted him next to the refreshment table. I crossed the room to him.

"Skinner?" I said.


"Can I speak to you in the kitchen for a second?"

"Sure," he said. He knew everyone at the party, so he wasn't afraid of the person under the costume.

"Sorry about this."

"Who's under that mask? I can't tell. You're voice sounds alien too."

I took off the mask.


"In the flesh, sir."

"This was the big secret costume? Got to say I'm impressed. Never expected you to come dressed as an alien."

"A Reticulan, sir. A specific type of alien."

"Nice, you actually went all out. I didn't even know it was you."

"That's the plan, sir. Is Mulder here yet?"

"Yeah, he's around. You won't recognize him, though."

"Ooh, this will be fun. Did the gunmen show up?"

"Oh, yeah, Mulder's friends are here too. I think Frohike took it a little far, but hey, it's all in fun."

"Yeah, I love Halloween."

"Me, too, Scully, me too."

"Well, I'm going to circulate. See if people will figure out who I am."

"That's sounds like a good idea."

"By the way, nice costume. Too bad you don't have your AK47."

"I know that would have been cool." Skinner said as I pulled my mask back on and exited the kitchen.

"One more thing, don't tell Mulder about the costume, okay. I want him to be surprised."

"You have my word, Scully. And again, nice costume."

"Thanks again, sir."

Leaving the kitchen, I walked over to the bar and had a few drinks. I don't drink often, but I figured why not. While at the bar, The Energizer Bunny came over and began drinking too. He turned to me and started talking to me.



"How are you?"

"I'm having a good time. You?"

"Yeah, my friends are walking around looking for pretty girls to talk to."

"You're not looking for a girl?"

"Yeah, but one in particular. She's my best friend, and I'm in love with her."

"I'm also looking for my best friend too. I'm in love with him as well.

I have no clue how he's dressed."

"Well, if you don't find him just come back to the bar and hang with me.

I love your costume. You don't see many Reticulan costumes these days."

"You must be a believer?"

"Oh, yeah, I am."

"Well, that's cool. I'm going to look for my friend. If I don't find him, I'll be back," I said.

"I'll be here," he said.

I walked around, looking for Mulder. Not knowing how he was dressed made this hard. Finally, I just gave up. I headed back to the bar and that damn bunny. It always annoyed me on the commercials.

"Hey, again."

"Same to you. You didn't see your friend," he said.

"Nope, I just decided to give up. I'll see him Monday at work."

"Yeah, I'll see my friend at work Monday too."

"So, you want to find somewhere here where we can get to know each other."


"I'll go ask Skinner if there's anywhere we can use," I said.

"Okay, I'll be right here," he said.

I crossed the room to where Skinner and his wife were standing.

"Skinner, is there a room close by that is quiet so my new friend and I can catch our breath?"

"Sure, the guest room is just down the hall."


I crossed the room back to the bar.

"Okay, follow me," I said taking his hand and walking to the room with him.

"I'm glad to get away from the loud music for a second," he said.

"Me too. Take off your mask. Let me see who's behind the mask."

"Okay, but I'm not too much to look at. Be warned," he said as he laughed and took off the mask.


"Yeah, who's under there? I must know you for you to know my name," Mulder said.

Switching off the voice changer and slipping my mask off I said, "It's me, Mulder."

"Scully? Well, I never would have thought it would be you under there.

You were right. I didn't recognize you in that."

"I told you that you wouldn't."

"I like this. This looks more like something I would wear."

"I know. I loved it the moment I saw it in the shop. Look, Mulder."

He held up his hand to stop me from talking.

"Scully, what I said at the bar, that I was looking for my best friend, and that I was in love with her, I meant it."

"I know. I meant what I said too, Mulder."

"Scully, I love you. I think I fell in love with you during the time you were abducted. I was the only one that kept hope alive. I wanted to believe that you'd come back to me, and you did. I don't care how long we have left. I know about your cancer, you told me about it. If we only have days, weeks, or months left, I want to make them count, Scully."

"Mulder, I know you wanted to believe, and you did. Because you believed, I'm here now. I love you too. I wanted to tell you while I was in costume that I was in love with you, because it would kind of freak you out. I mean an alien, specifically a Reticulan, confessing their undying love to you, how would you react?"

"It would unnerve me a little, but if you were the alien, it wouldn't be so bad."

Leaning in, I kissed him.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said.

"Yes, you should. Do it again."

I kissed him again.

"We'd better get back to the party. I don't want Skinner to think I'm sleeping with someone I barely know."

"I know. He'd just think you were drunk though, which you are, a little," Mulder said.

"Yes, I am. I haven't had that much to drink since I was in college."

"Well, maybe I'll just take you home and do something about that."

"Mulder! You really are incorrigible. Get your mask on. We'd better get back out there," I said.

"Okay, spoil my fun."

"Do you have to give this back to Skinner after the party?"

"Yep, I brought some clothes to change into. When you say the word, I'll get changed, and we'll leave."


Walking back out to the party and slipping on our masks, Mulder and I danced awhile and stuck close to each other.

"I meant to ask you, Mulder. Do the guys know how you're dressed?"

'Oh, yeah, they already laughed at me for this costume."

"So, if they know you're dressed like that, oh shit. Frohike might know I'm the alien that's been circulating all night. What time do you have?"

"It's 9:45. We'll stay a few more minutes and then leave. I know you don't want Frohike hanging around you like a little puppy dog. That's my job." Mulder quipped.

Looking through the crowd, I saw the gunmen walking toward us.

"Hey, Mulder. Did you find Scully in all this chaos?" Byers asked.

"No, I didn't. I found a Reticulan instead. This is Groush. These are The Lone Gunmen."

"Oh, my god. My husband back home won't believe I met you guys. You guys are famous on my home planet, especially you Frohike. The girls back home love you. Most of my single friends sit around and talk about their Frohike fantasies. I didn't have them though. I was a Byers girl," I said putting them on.

"Oh, well, Groush, you make me feel special. I'm not much to look at."

"I thought you were, before I met my husband that is. If I wasn't married to a real son-of-a-gun, I don't know what I'd be doing right now."

"Frohike, may I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, Mulder."

Frohike and Mulder left.

"So, Groush, what's the weather like on Reticulum?"

"Langly, I'm not really a Reticulan. It's me, Scully."

"That's good, Scully. I'd have never guessed it was you. Prove it."

I lifted my mask a little to prove it.

"Wow, talk about going all out, Scully. That's just cool." Byers said.

"Thanks. I didn't want Frohike to know it was me."

"You did a very good job of that."

Frohike and Mulder joined us again.

"Is everything all right, Mulder?" I asked.

"Yes, it is, Groush. Thanks for asking."

"I got to say, Frohike. Weird costume. What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm supposed to be that guy from 'Braveheart'; it didn't work out so well."

"May I take a picture of you guys to take home? You too, Mulder.

You're pretty famous back home too."

"Sure thing, Groush."

"Let me go out to my rental car and grab my camera."

"I'll give you an escort," Mulder said.

Taking my hand, we walked out to my car.

"I think Frohike's buying this, Mulder."

"I think they all are."

"Nah, Langly and Byers know it's me. I told them."

"You did?"

"Yeah, they were as shocked as you were."

"I'm sure they were."

"I liked Byers' costume. I could see him as Prince Charming. Hell, I can even see Langly as a hippie. I don't know where Frohike thought he could be Mel Gibson, oh well, it is Halloween after all," I said.

"Yes, it is, and a day for revelations," Mulder said.

"Oh, yeah. Mom already knew this would happen."


"Yes, she said to me right before she left, 'don't do anything I wouldn't do'." I giggled.

"She did?"

"Yes, she did. One more thing, Mulder. If you couldn't tell before, I'm not wearing anything under this."

"I thought you looked to real at the bar."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Frohike's going to wonder why you're out here this long with an alien."

"Yeah, he is. You got your camera?"

"Yes, let's get back in."

We headed back in and took some pictures. We had Skinner take one of all of us.

"Well, Groush, you ready to blow this pop stand?" Mulder asked.

"Yes, I am. I need to turn in my car and get on the ship home. My friends are going to flip when they see these pictures. When I come back to Earth, I'll get you guys to autograph them for me. Mr. Skinner, thanks for inviting me. Mulder, we'd better get you changed. Mr.

Skinner, it was a pleasure."

"I'll keep you company while Mulder changes, Groush."


We all went to the guest room where Mulder and I had been earlier.

"'Groush'?" Skinner questioned.

"I didn't want Frohike to know it was me. Mulder came up with it."

"He did, did he?"

"Yes, sir."

"You don't have to be so formal when you not at work, Dana."

"If you don't mind, Skinner, I prefer Scully."

"That's fine. It was a little weird calling you 'Dana'. I don't think I will anymore."

"I'd appreciate it. Only my family can do that."

Mulder came out of the bathroom in his obligatory black t-shirt and jeans.

"You read to go, Scully?"

"Yeah, can you follow me to my apartment? Make sure I get there all right. I've had a little to drink."

"Sure, Scully. I'd be happy to follow you home," Mulder said as I stood up from sitting on the bed.

Placing his hand in the small of my back, he pushed me toward the front door. Getting into my car, I drove to my apartment.

Dana Scully's apartment
Georgetown, MD
10:10 P.M.

Climbing out of my car, I walked up the steps to my apartment. Easing the key in the lock, I opened my door. Padding off to my bedroom, I flopped gracelessly to my bed. Moments later I heard Mulder enter the apartment.

"Scully, you here?"

"I'm in the bedroom, Mulder." I called out to him.

I turned on the TV I had in my room. I sometimes like to sleep with it on. I turned on a music video channel. They were playing 80's music.

"I Think We're Alone Now" started to play. Mulder walked into the bed room.

"I didn't know you liked this kind of music."

"Oh, yeah," I said. I had already taken off my mask.

He joined me on the bed. Leaning in, I kissed him.

"You looked great tonight, Scully. You always look great," he said as he ran his hand up and down my back in long, slow strokes.

"Thanks." I blushed.


"I'm not used to people telling me I look great. I mean my exes told me I looked good, but not great."

"Well, to me you look great. You couldn't look just good a day in your life. Last night, when you were in you pajamas, you still looked great to me, Scully," he said kissing me again. His hand drifted up and gripped my zipper. Pulling it down, I felt goose bumps creep over my overly sensitive skin. He slipped his hand over my shoulder to slide the material away. I stopped him.

"You've got on too many clothes," I quipped.

"I thought you didn't want to do this to begin with."

"No, I want to. You just have on to many clothes."

He slipped his shirt off. Running my hands on the newly exposed skin, I noticed goose bumps appear on his skin.

My hands reached for the button at the top of his jeans. Popping the button loose, and toggling the zipper, he stood and let the material fall to the floor. Sitting back on the bed, he began to sweep the material of my costume off my ivory shoulders. I finally, took matters into my own hands and finished taking the suit off, tossing it to the floor, like an old, unwanted blanket. I kept my eyes cast to the floor, unable to look him in the eye. I wasn't sure how I'd measure up to the other women in his life.

"Mulder, may I ask you a personal question?" I said still not making eye contact.

"Sure, Scully. You can ask me anything."

"When was the last time you were with someone like this?"

"It's been a while."

"Exactly how long, Mulder? Was it Kristen Kyler, from two years ago?

Did you sleep with her?" I asked finally raising my eyes to meet his.

"I. I don't know what to say. You already think I did."

"That's not the point. I asked you if you did."

"No, Scully. I didn't. I just couldn't do that to you," he said as I realized that everything I'd been thinking about for the last two years was a lie. Mulder didn't betray me. I was so glad I didn't sleep with Ed Jerse, because now it means so much more.

"That was the only reason I would have slept with Ed Jerse, to get back at you for sleeping with her. I'm glad that I didn't now," I said kissing him again.

"Me too, Scully. The only time I was ever with a virgin was my high school girlfriend. Scully, if I hurt you, you tell me right away. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. It'll be fine, Mulder. I trust you. You're the only one I trust enough to give the gift of my virginity to. Only you, Mulder." I said casting my eyes back to the floor.

"Hey, Scully, look at me."

I did as I was told.

"You're beautiful. Don't ever let anyone else tell you otherwise." He said leaning in to kiss me again.

He let his hands creep up to cup my breasts. Sighing, I felt my arousal intensify.

"Mulder, that feels so good."

"No one ever did this before?" he questioned.

"No, well, except me."

"Really, you would...?"

"Yes, I would, and think of you the whole time. I told my mom I didn't do that anymore."

"Oh, my, god, Special Agent Dana Scully, the good little catholic girl, lied to her mother. I bet I know what you'll be doing in the morning."

"I'll bet you don't."

"I'll bet I do."

"No, you don't. I'm going to wake up next to you. I'm going to shower and get dressed, and my mom's coming over for our usual birthday breakfast."

"Is tomorrow your mom's birthday?"

"No, it's Missy's. We still get together on her birthday. It's just the women in my family. We don't do it for Bill or Charlie, just Mom, Missy and me."

"At least you'll have something to make conversation with tomorrow."

"She told me I was going to do this," I said.

"She did?"

"Uh-huh. She did."

"Well, we don't want to make her a liar." He leaned in and kissed me again.

"I'm tiring of that, Mulder." I sighed.

"All right, I'll go." He pretended to get up and leave.

"No, I mean, I'm ready to escalate things," I said.

Leaning down, he kissed my neck, turning me on even more. I have a sensitive neck. He soon tired of kissing my neck and scooted up farther on the bed. I followed him, not wanting to lose the contact of his skin next to mine. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Leaning back on the bed, I gripped one of his hands and guided it to my stomach, wanting to feel his touch, his skin on mine. My own skin was entirely too sensitive right now. The slightest touch sent chills throughout my entire body. It was entirely foreign to me.

"Dana, I know you don't think so, but you're beautiful. Don't ever think you'll never measure up to anyone in my past. You've already passed them just by being my equal at work."



"But, you even made you're parents call you Mulder."

"You can call me Fox."

"Fox, let's leave work at work. Do you want to be at work, or here with me?"

"I want to be here with you, Dana."

"I want to believe that."

"I do want to be here with you."

"Then, prove it to me."

Moving down to my breasts, he lightly kissed and nibbled on the hard peaks. Gripping his head, I urged him to continue his manipulations.

"You like?" He questioned.

"Don't talk; just keep doing what you're doing. Oh, my god, that feels good."

"If you want, I can make it better now."

"Oh, god, how?"

His answer was sliding a long, lean finger into the pulsing heat of my sex.

"Ohh, that hurts a little."

"Jesus, you weren't kidding about being a virgin, were you?"

"No, be gentle. It still hurts a little."

"Okay, if it hurts any worse, you tell me, and I'll stop immediately."

"Oh, god."

"Dana, are you okay?"

"Yes, it's starting to feel good. Keep going and don't stop."

"Good, I don't want to hurt you."

"If it hurts too bad, I'll tell you. What makes you think I won't? I don't hesitate to let my theories known at work."

"That is true, Dana. You do keep me on my toes with all your little theories."

"Are you making fun of me, Fox? If you are, I'll kick your ass, like you haven't been kicked before."

"No, you won't."

"I won't. Why won't I?" I said in a low, seductive tone.

"Because, who else is going to do things like this to you? Well, I could call Frohike. I'm sure he'd love to be doing this right now, and with a Reticulan to boot."



"Shut up. Let's just forget theories, The Lone Gunmen, and every other thing against us in the world and just be together, Mulder."


"It's gong to take sometime to get used to calling you Fox. I like calling you Mulder. That seems normal to me, natural."

"Call me what you want," he continued his manipulations. Curling his finger inside, he hit my G-spot. My hips levitated off the bed, bucking wildly, wanting more.

"Fox, I want more."

"All right. Tell me what you want."

He must think I'm too shy to tell him what I want.

"I want your mouth on me. I want you to taste me, Fox."

"Well, color me shocked. I figured you'd be too shy to actually say it," he said with his patented shock look.

"If there's one thing I'm not, it's shy."

"I should have known that, but in this case I thought you would be." He said with a glint in his eye.



"Please, I've never been this close before."

"You've never even been this far before."

"I never pegged you for a country music listener," I said.

"Well, I do listen to the older stuff."

"You're making me talk. I don't want to talk."

"I know what you want."

"Then stop talking and do it." I growled.

Leaning in again, he kissed me with such passion, such intensity. I've never felt anything like it before. It was perfect. Skipping my neck, he decided he wanted to kiss my breasts and the surrounding area.

First, he placed kisses in the crevice between my breasts, making me squirm beneath him. Every touch of his lips, his hands made me squirm even more. It was exquisite. I'd never felt anything like it. He stopped and hovered over my breasts for a second. My eyes riveted on him, I couldn't take them off him. His hand between my legs never let up, but got faster, making me hotter. He lowered his beautiful lips to a nipple, nibbling and laving it.

"Oh, god." I moaned.

When he thought I was tiring of this, he pulled his finger out of my virginal tunnel, and slipped even further down my petite body. Crawling between my legs, he slipped his hand back inside my tight core walls and began an agonizingly slow rhythm. Lowering his lips to my soaked sex, he began a through investigation of the terrain, laving each crevice of the intimate area. Finally, noticing the protruding center of my arousal, he smiled inward. I was more aroused than I was letting on.

He suckled, nibbled and kissed the central nub until I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Oh, god, Fox." I moaned, dazed in pleasure. Nothing was alive except the feelings he was producing. The only part of my body I could feel was my sex, overly sensitive from his loving caresses. My hands wound the bed sheets so tightly that my knuckles were turning white from the harshness of my grasps. He brought me to the brink, but didn't let me cross over into the plane of ecstasy. He toyed with me a few times, making me began for release.

"Fox, please. Stop teasing me."

"I like teasing you. You should already know that."

"I know, but please, not right now. I'm so high on passion right now, please." I begged.

"Well, I am tired of toying with you," he said.

I buried my hands in his thick, luxurious hair. This time, feeling that I was close to oblivion, he didn't stop. He helped me jump off the cliff into the sea of eternal bliss. I could hear myself crying out as if it were through a tunnel.

"Oh, god, Fox. Yes!" I moaned.

My inner muscles squeezed his finger rhythmically.

"Oh, god, Dana. I've never felt anything this tight. Oh, god, this is going to be good."

When I stopped squeezing his finger, he stopped all actions and slid up the bed to meet my eyes. He leaned in, kissing my cheek.

I laid there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, come back to Earth. I didn't really want to come back to Earth. I liked it here, the hazy pleasure, the endless clouds, the sky made of blues, lavenders, reds, oranges, and yellows peeking out through the clouds were amazing.

I'd never seen anything like it in my life.

"Oh, Fox, that was heavenly. I've never experienced anything like that before."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it." He cradled me in his warm arms. I decided to become a little bold.

With a tiny hand on his chest, I pushed him down onto the bed.

"Uh, Dana, what are you doing?"

"I want to show you where I've been."

"You'll hear no argument from me. Do what you will."

I snagged one of his flat nipples, laving it with my lips and tongue. A guttural groan escaped his lips. He tangled his hands into my flaming red hair, urging me to continue my manipulations. Slipping down his well-toned body, I stopped at his flat stomach. I spent a little time here kissing the lightly tanned skin, feeling the sparse hair tickle my nose. It felt like home to me, to be doing this to him. I'd been admiring him from afar for years, but finally, I was where I needed to be. I was really going to make love to Fox Mulder. I can die a happy woman now. When I thought he was tiring of my teasing him, I slipped even further down his body. I sat back and just stared at the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life. None of my past boyfriends even measured up to the man who was laid out in front of me, begging me to do things I'd never felt comfortable doing. Only him, he is the only one I'd feel comfortable doing it all with.

"Dana, it's starting to hurt now. If you want to do this, please do."

"All right. Just give me a second. I've got to figure out how I'm going to sink my tiny mouth around your huge cock. You're a lot bigger than my exes," I said trying to make him jealous.

"You're a virgin. How do you know all that?"

"Fox, just because we never slept together, doesn't mean I didn't see their equipment, and believe me, you have nothing to worry about." I said winking at him. He chuckled deep in his chest. Moving my hand up and down, slowly, He bucked his hips, trying to move into my touch.

Finally, when I thought he was tiring of this, I sunk my tiny lips over his magnificent length. Hollowing my cheeks, I began sucking him for all he was worth. When I started this, he quickly stopped moving his hips. Picking up speed, I tipped his hips forward a little, trying to get the angle right, so I could lave every delicious inch of him.

"Dana, you've got to stop. I want to come inside you, not your mouth," With a couple more strokes, I stopped. He pulled me up to him, kissing me with such passion as he positioned me underneath him. Reaching between us, I gripped his length and guided it to me.

"Now, Fox. I want to know what I've been missing for 33 years, please show me." I begged.

I could feel every inch of him as he slipped slowly inside me. Gasping, it hurt a little. I'd always known it would. Once he was all the way in, he didn't move, just stayed still, allowing me to adjust to accommodate him.

"Dana, are you all right?"

"Yes, Fox, go slow. I know you'd be appalled if you hurt me."

"Yes, I would."

When he felt I was ready, he began an agonizingly slow rhythm. After a few minutes, pain melted away and pleasure was all that was felt. I began my own rhythm of upward thrusts and rhythmic squeezes around his length. After a few more thrusts, the rhythm was gone. Just two bodies thrashing about, seeking completion.

"Dana, you were so beautiful when you came, let me come with you." He groaned.

I nodded. Sliding a hand between us, he found the center of my arousal again. Lightly pressing and rubbing it, I felt my arousal build to an unbearable height again. Soon, I was clinging to him for dear life as my second crescendo raced through me, scratching his back, throwing my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper into my achingly hot flesh.

"Oh, Fox, yes!"

"I know, I'm close too."

Speeding up a little, it wasn't any time before he too was crying out his release. Collapsing on top of me, he was utterly spent, as I was.

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"

"Ask me again when I land." I winced.

"I am too heavy for you." He rolled off me, but pulled me into his arms, keeping me safe. Looking at the TV, we noticed an Energizer commercial was on. Fox looked at me, I looked at him.

"Huh!" he exclaimed and proceeded to show me how much he loved me again.

What seemed like seconds later, we lay spent again. He rolled off me, and cradled me in his arms. Soon sleep found me. For the first time in months, I, Dana Scully, had a good night sleep, with no nightmares.

The End

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