Title - Sibbekunde Geheim (sequel to Driven By You)
Author - Katrinka
Written - June 2000
Rating - NC-17 (Sex)
Category - SRA - Story/Romance/Angst
Spoilers - NADA
Keywords - MSR
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Disclaimer- Yes, I own all of them. Sure, why not. Okay, if I was Chris Carter I would, but I really don't! I'm just borrowing them. I don't own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Byers or Langly.
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Summary - The team go over some rocky times as Scully tries to doctor Mulder back to health.

Authors Note: As this takes part in an A/U I decided it might be interesting if Mulder and Scully had a few 'family secrets'. Since Mulder was told these secrets from his mother, he really doesn't believe them. He takes preventive measures just in case.

Warning: Child abuse will be discussed in part three. Partner abuse will take place in parts two and three.

Warning Two: If you are offended by the fact that two Special Agents have consensual sex, do NOT read this! If you are offended that one Special Agent is related to a member of the Lone Gunmen, Don't Read!

Part One:

A week after being admitted to the hospital, Mulder had finally been released. The plane ride home had hurt Mulder. Hurt was actually a minor word compared to what Fox Mulder felt. He had been in agony almost the entire trip. Every pressure change made him feel as if he had been stabbed. His collapsed lung again reminding him that he should have listened to the doctors and stayed in Oklahoma City.

Mulder sagged against the doorframe of the door to his apartment. He held onto it, coughing.

Scully put her arm around his waist. "Let's get you inside."

Mulder could only nod. He put his arm around her and let her guide him to his bedroom. She helped him lay down on the bed, gently taking off his shoes. She then hunted around in his coat pocket, taking out his asthma inhaler. "You need to take some of this."

"I don't have asthma-" Mulder coughed again. "It's like before, that's all. It took time for my lungs to get over those tobacco beetles. That's all it is."

"What do you think all that coughing is? Do you really think you still have beetle larvae inside you?"

"Of course not. I'm free of beetles. I just meant my lungs need time to get better." Mulder winced as his lung spasmed again. He hacked, trying to catch his breath. "Asthma means you wheeze, not cough."

Scully shook up the container, then handed it to him. "You get the choice. Take some, or I sit on you and make you take it."

"You're a sadist." Mulder took the inhaler. He opened his mouth, took a puff and inhaled. He repeated the process three times.

Mulder had to admit the inhaler did help. He just didn't want to admit his weakness. To suddenly have asthma as an adult was hard to adjust to.

"We should have stayed in Oklahoma." Scully sat down next to him on the bed.

"I wanted to go home. Oklahoma was driving me crazy."

"Don't deny you where in pain the entire plane ride." Concern was etched on her face.

"I've been in pain for a week. A little plane ride didn't change anything." He lied.

"You need to get some rest."

Mulder glanced at the clock. "It's only two AM. My bodies still on Central Time."

"I know for a fact that you got to sleep before midnight every day you where in the hospital."

Mulder looked at Scully. "I guess that means you have to go."

Scully gave him a little grin; she reached out, stroking his hair. "I'll be here until your fully recovered."

"Skinner won't like that."

"Scully's grin grew wider. "It was his idea."

"I guess you want me to sleep on the couch." Mulder tried to get up.

Scully pushed Mulder back down to the bed. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Can you sleep with me?" Mulder asked softly.

"Mulder, you're not ready for anything like that. You're still recovering."

"I don't want anything physical. I just want to feel you beside me. To hold you in my arms." He confessed. "I feel safer when you're near."

"If you insist." Scully reached over and unbuttoned Mulder's shirt.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I'm checking your tube." Scully helped him take off his shirt. Then her cold fingers ran over his skin. "No wonder you're in pain. Your bag is full."

"I guess I better go take care of it." Mulder got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. His bruises had mostly faded. His nose was still a bit swollen. //I suppose I should realize a broken nose wouldn't make my nose any smaller. //

Mulder looked at the full bag. It was attached to his chest tube. He hadn't bled like this since the first day he had gotten the tube. He opened the shunt at the end of the bag, and watched the blood flow into the sink.

//Perhaps Scully had been right. Perhaps I should have stayed in Oklahoma. //

Mulder rinsed out the sink and went back into the bedroom. Scully had placed his suitcase on the dresser. She took out the baggie that held Mulder's medicines. She opened them, one by one taking a pill out. When she was finished, there were eight pills for Mulder to take.

"I suppose I can't talk you out of letting me take those?" Mulder said with a half-smile.

He watched Scully get him a glass of water. She handed the pills to him, and crossed her arms, half-annoyed. "If you don' take them, you don't get better."

"I feel like I'm a walking medicine cabinet." Mulder tried to smile again.


Mulder took the pills, and drained the water glass. Scully took the glass from him, and set it on the bedside table.

Mulder watched Scully walk to his dresser. She opened the dresser drawer and took out one of his T-shirts. She turned her back to him and pulled off her shirt. She folded it up and placed it on the dresser. Then she took off her bra. She slipped on his T-shirt. Scully took off her shoes, then her pants. She folded them up, and placed them on top of her shirt. Then she turned to him. He had to say that the T-shirt far better on her then it ever had on him. The v of the shirt was revealing the curves of her breasts. The edge of the shirt falling right below her crotch, the mini-skirt look emphasized her legs.

//You look like you're mine when you wear my shirt. //

//Your not mine, not yet. //

Scully got in bed beside Mulder. Mulder moved closer to her. He put his head on her shoulder. Scully put her arm around him, pulling him even closer. Scully had been right, he was tired. He could feel her fingers stroking his hair.

"What's wrong?" Scully asked after ten minutes passed. "Are you having troubles sleeping?"

"I'm afraid. Afraid that if I go to sleep, you'll be gone." he confessed.

"I'll be here when you wake," Scully promised. "I'm here for as long as you want me."

"What if I want you forever?" There he had asked.

Mulder waited for Scully to tell him that he was nuts. Instead she said softly. "Then I'll be here forever."

"Love you Scully," he said, sleep over coming him.

"Love you too, Mulder." Scully kissed his forehead.

//What does Mulder dream of? // Scully wondered. She was sitting up in bed, watching her partner sleep. She had troubles sleeping, what with her partner thrashing around the bed as soon as he entered REM sleep. //How on Earth does he stay on the couch? //

"John, I can't tell her our secret." Mulder murmured in his sleep. "I would loose Dana if I told her. I don't care where you publish it, I'm not going to tell her!"

"My pentagram." Mulder began to try and feel around the bed. "Dana, have you seen my pentagram?"

"Here it is." Scully picked the pentagram off of Mulder's chest; she put it in his hand.

Scully wondered why Mulder always called her Dana in his sleep. Why never Scully.

Mulder brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it. "Tonight's the full moon. You have to stay away from me! Family secret. Must protect you from my family secret."

//Perhaps Mulder has a crazy relative. // Scully thought. //I guess we're more alike then I thought. I think everyone has at least one crazy relative. //


Scully glanced at the clock, 9 AM. Mulder would be up soon. She got out of bed, and went into the kitchen. The doctor had ordered Mulder to eat. Her partner had lost 15 pounds since his lung hand collapsed.

Breakfast in bed. She would make him breakfast in bed. Perhaps she could get him to eat if she made his favorite foods. She looked in the refrigerator. Really old food looked back at her. She couldn't cook with that food.

Scully realized the refrigerator was an X-File in itself. She grabbed a trashcan, and began to throw things away. About four months of take out leftovers lived in the refrigerator. When she was finished throwing out bad food, she realized Mulder had no food to eat.

There was a market just down the street. She could get some food, and come back without Mulder finding out. She quickly dressed and left.

Mulder woke. He reached out in the bed. His arm only hit empty air. Scully, where was Scully? He opened his eyes. His partner wasn't in the room. Mulder got out of bed. His side still hurt. First he checked the bathroom. No Scully.

He put his robe on, and went into the living room. Only an empty room greeted him. He then checked the kitchen. Mulder went back into the living room, and sat on the couch.

Scully had left him. After promising she would be there when he woke, Scully had left.

//I believed in you. //

//Why would you leave me? //

Mulder picked up the remote and turned on the television. Then he noticed what had been under the remote. A new package of sunflower seed. Perhaps this was her way of telling him she would be back.

//I hope so. //

Mulder opened the package of seeds and began munching. Then he turned the television on. He found an old Nicks game on the classic sports channel.

Thirty minutes passed, and Scully returned. She put the bag of groceries down on the kitchen table.

So that was it, she had only left to get groceries. Mulder felt a bit ashamed.

"DO you know your refrigerator was full of moldy food?" Scully asked.

"Was it?" Mulder didn't look away from the TV.

"You could have gotten food poisoning eating that junk."

"Could I?"

Scully moved closer to her partner. "I'm sorry I left without telling you."

"Why didn't you?"

"You were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you." Scully sat down beside him. "I am sorry."

He reached out, touching her hair. "Nothing to be sorry about."

"I know what you must think."

"You went to get things for breakfast."

Scully smiled. He loved her smile. It was a special smile that was reserved only for him. "So your not mad at me?"

Mulder's eyes met hers and he smiled back. "Of course I'm not." He kissed her gently on the lips. Scully didn't pull away from him, telling him "Enough." Instead she put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer. Mulder could feel his partner's hunger in the kiss. For the first time, he realized that it was as hard on her as it was on him to wait for his recovery. He noticed the empty beer bottle on the end table, and he made up his mind.

"I want to try something. I promise I won't do anything crazy. Will you let me?"


"I want to pretend we're teenagers." Mulder gave her a half smile. "I want to give you some heavy petting."

Scully cocked an eyebrow. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to lay there, and enjoy."

"Mulder, you're not ready for sex," she reminded him.

"This isn't sex. This is for you. This is simply me giving you pleasure."

Mulder's hand went to Scully's shirt, unbuttoning it. His hand moved to the front clasp of the bra, unfastening it. Then his hand cupped her bare breast.

He kissed her again, as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Teenagers. He could still remember the Sasha who in his senior year of high school had taught him all about heavy petting. His lips went to her neck, as his hand moved to her other nipple.

On Scully's side, she couldn't believe what Mulder was doing. His lips were making love to her neck. His fingers manipulating her nipples. The other hand had dipped between her legs, rubbing her clitoris hard through her jeans. Mulder unfastened her jeans, pulling her zipper down. His hand went inside, his fingers moving downwards in the cramped space. He found her clit, and began to rub it. Then one finger arched in, and she felt one of his fingers enter her. Then a second joined the first.

Mulder's lips left her neck, trailing kisses to her nipples. How did he know that her nipples were her most erogenous zones? Then he took one in his lips and began to suck. Her hand went to the back of his head, urging him on. He had one hand on the other nipple, and the other rubbing her pubic. She began thrusting in time with the hand. Pretending she was in the back seat of a car with Mulder. Her body arched back, and she came. Her lips opening in a silent scream.

Mulder was suddenly kissing her lips. "Did you like it?"

"Damn your good." She smiled.

"Take off your jeans," Mulder ordered huskily.

"You're not up to sex," she reminded him.

"Please Scully. Take them off."

It was hard to take her jeans off with Mulder's hand still inside her, but not impossible. He told her to put her legs up on the coffee table. Scully did as she was told. Mulder took his hand out of her; he brought his fingers to his lips, and licked the juices off. "Play with yourself."

Scully touched her pearl, rubbing it. Her other hand found her nipple. Her fingers stroking herself as hard as Mulder' hand had. She looked into Mulder's eyes met as she masturbated herself. It seemed strangely erotic to let her lover watch her.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked huskily.

"You, I'm thinking of you."

"Your mine, Dana, mine," Mulder kept chanting.

Scully arched her head back as she made love to herself. Her legs moving up near her shoulders. Her body thrusting in time with her fingers. Her lover's eyes were dark, half closed as he watched her. His hand reached out; he thrust three fingers inside of her. He moved his fingers in time with hers. His other hand finding her breast, kneading it harshly.

Mulder turned, and picked up the beer bottle. "I want to make love to you with this."

"Yes," Scully gasped.

Mulder licked the rim of the bottle. Then he slid it inside her wetness. Thrust, thrust. He would shove the bottle almost all the way inside her, then back out, so that the rough edge came in contact with her clit. Slick, rough, slick, rough. The feeling was electrifying.

Mulder's mouth went captured one of her nipples, as the bottle made love to her. It wasn't hard for Scully to pretend that the bottle was her lover's cock. Before she knew it, she was screaming Mulder's name.

Mulder removed the bottle from inside of her, and took his lover in his arms. "I love you."

"Why did you do that?"

"I wanted to show you that you where appreciated."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" his lips ran over her forehead. "As you said before, I'm still recovering. I had to, I had to let you know you where wanted."

Time: three days later

"Dana, time to get up." The sound of Fox Mulder's voice rang in her ears. "It's morning, wakey, wakey."

Scully woke at mid-morning. Mulder was wrapped around her body. Spooning, they had spooned in their sleep. How could Fox Mulder make even sleeping together into something that would turn her on? Mulder was behind her. His arm around her waist. Scully could feel his hardness pressing against her. Scully felt a stirring inside of her. Mulder's body gently rocked against her. His hard penis making love to her back. Somewhere in his dreaming, they had both lost their underwear.

Mulder had made love to her several times with his fingers. Each time, refusing any satisfaction for him. He had told her he wasn't ready. He didn't feel up to it. Now Dana Scully realized that Mulder was extremely ready.

"Dana, please, wake up," he whispered in his sleep. His hand snaked up her body. Reaching beneath her sleep shirt. Finding her nipple, pinching it. He made small love bites on the back of her neck. His other hand was caressing her clitoris. She was slick, wet.

I should stop this. Scully thought. He doesn't know what he's doing.

Mulder began to roll her clit between his fingers. Every other roll, pinching it. A wave of warmth enveloped her. How did he learn to pleasure a woman like that?

"I want to love you. Please, wake up."

Scully brought her hand up behind his head. She was very close to orgasm. For a moment his hands froze. Scully gasped. "Don't stop, please don't stop. Please Mulder, please." She felt like she was running up a hill.

One finger entered her, and then the other. Thrusting in time with his manhood. "Yes, Mulder, yes." She chanted. Her voice drove the fingers on, making every pinch harder, every thrust stronger. Her body thrusting in time to her lover's missives. Then suddenly the earth burst open. Her orgasm was shuddering. Her mouth making almost silent screams.

Scully felt her partner turning her body. She went without protest.

"Please Dana, let me make love to you." he said looking at her. For the first time, Scully realized that Mulder was awake. His eyes dark with desire. She had never seen Mulder like this before. She thought of him as good looking before. Now she realized that their relationship would never be complete without this.

"Your still recovering." she said, trying to assuage her guilt.

"We'll be careful." His fingers began to caress her nipple again. "Let me inside you, please."

In answer, Scully carefully put her leg around Mulder's waist. She rubbed her pussy against his straining cock. Mulder crushed her to him. Kissing her with a passion that she found exhilarating. He put his hand around her ass, pulling her up onto his manhood. She opened herself to her new lover. Slowly he filled her.

For a moment Mulder looked into Scully's eyes. "I never loved anyone the way I love you." Then he began to make sharp thrusts inside her, using the bed's baseboard for leverage.

"I'll be here with you always." She promised.

If Scully was a quiet lover, she found out that her partner was a complete opposite. He made loud groans with each thrust. The noises Mulder emitted made Scully even more excited. Nearer and nearer he got to his orgasm, the louder he got.

"Yes, beloved, oh yes," Scully said, before coming yet again. This orgasm was stronger then the first. Her body arched back, trying to impale itself even more onto her lover's.

With a sound that resembled the howl of an animal Mulder came. A few moments passed, and Mulder was holding her in his arms.

"Scully?" Mulder asked, almost afraid.

"Yes, Mulder?"

"I didn't force you to do anything, did I?" Mulder's voice was full of guilt. "I woke up, and I wanted you so badly..."

"I was going to give you three more days, then I was going to ravish your myself."

Scully felt him smile against her forehead. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I love you," Mulder said before beginning a coughing spell. Mulder got out of bed, and half-staggered; half ran to the bathroom. He was barely able to get to the sink before the bag on his chest tube broke. Blood spilled everywhere.

The next thing Mulder said, Scully could barely hear. "Scully, my tube fell out."

"Your tube fell out." Scully repeated. "Are you sure?"

"Come here, please."

Scully got out of bed. She went into the bathroom. Mulder was using the sink to hold himself up. He looked a very strange shade of green. Blood was everywhere, the floor, the skink, and the toilet. Lying in the middle of the sink was Mulder's chest tube.

Scully grabbed a towel, and put it against the open spot in Mulder's side. "Mulder, I'm going to have to call 911."

Mulder only nodded. Scully went into the bedroom. She picked up Mulder's phone. She quickly called 911. When she explained the gravity of the situation, they told her they would be right there.

Mulder waited for Scully to call him a stupid idiot. He wouldn't blame her. Instead she put her arm around his waist, and guided him back to bed.

Scully seemed to ignore him. She took something out of her bag. A large gauze pad, and a bottle. She poured some of the contents of the bottle on the pad. Then she went to Mulder. "Let me see your wound."

Mulder showed it to her. She pressed the pad against the open wound. It hurt, damn it, it hurt.


"Because your wound could get infected." Scully explained.

Scully then looked in several of his drawers. Then asked. "Where do you keep your sweat pants?"

Mulder pointed. Scully got out the most tattered pair. She went back to Mulder, and knelt on the floor. "I need to put this on you." to answer Mulder's unspoken question, she said. "You might be a little embarrassed if the ambulance finds you nude."

Mulder nodded again. Scully helped him put his sweat pants on. Holding him as she pulled them up.

"What about you?" he finally got out.

Scully went to her suitcase. She pulled out a pair of faded jeans, and a pair of underwear. She put them on. She found a bra, pulled off Mulder's shirt. Put the bra on. Then she pulled another one of Mulder's shirts from the dresser drawer. She put it on.

Scully wore his shirts now. Not only that, she looked good in them. "What have I done?"

"It's not your fault." Scully put her shoes on.

"Yes it is. I shouldn't.... I shouldn't have tried to make love to you." Mulder felt exhausted by talking.

Scully put her hand on top of his lips. "Don't talk. You need to rest."

Mulder took off his pentagram and pressed it into her hand. Trying to tell her with his eyes to keep it for him.

Scully nodded. She put it around her neck.

Skinner met the ambulance at the hospital. That surprised Scully. The last time she had heard, he was still in Oklahoma.Scully watched the paramedics wheel Mulder away. She had asked to go with him, but the hospital refused.

"When did you get back?"

"About an hour ago." Skinner looked Scully over. "What happened to Mulder?"

"His chest tube fell out," she said simply, her mind still on Mulder.


"He went into the bathroom, and it fell out." Scully looked around.

"It just fell out?" Skinner couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice. "It didn't have help?"

Scully looked around the full hallway. "Do we have to talk about it here?"

"What other suggestion do you have?"

"The waiting room."

They went into the waiting room. They sat down in an out of the way place. Skinner looked Scully over. "What happened, exactly."

"Mulder's been having problems with his bag since returning home." Scully told him.

"Why did the two of you go home?"

"Mulder insisted."

"You couldn't stop him?"

"No sir, I couldn't have. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't come with him."

"For one thing, his tube wouldn't have fallen out." Skinner looked Scully over. "I wasn't born yesterday. I have a feeling that I know what happened."


A nurse came into the waiting room. "Is a Dr. Scully here?"

"I'm Dr. Scully."

"The patient has requested for you to be there during the insertion of the chest tube."

"Can I come too?" Skinner asked.

"Who is this?"

Skinner showed his ID. "I'm Mulder's superior."

"Of course. Follow me." The nurse walked out of the room.

Scully went into the exam room. Mulder was lying on his side. Waiting for the local to take effect. He reached his hand out to Scully. She took it. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. His fingers lingering over her knuckles. Trying to tell her with his lips that he still loved her still needed her. Then he looked past Scully. Skinner was standing in the doorway.

Mulder dropped Scully's hand. "Sir?"

Skinner seemed to ignore what he saw. "How are you feeling?"

"Could be better."

"Care to tell me what happened to your tube?"

Mulder tried to sound innocent. "It fell out, sir."

"I know that, but how?"

Mulder glanced at Scully. "I'm not sure. I went to the bathroom, and it fell out."

The doctor and two techs came into the room. A nurse held a tube. "How does your side feel now?"

"I can't feel a thing." Mulder admitted.


"You're using anesthesia?" Skinner asked.

"Who are you?"

"Assistant Director Skinner of the FBI." Skinner showed his badge.

"I see. Is this man under some kind of investigation?"

"I'm his superior."

"To answer your question. It's standard practice at this hospital to anesthesia the patent before a chest tube is inserted." The doctor explained. "Mr. Mulder, do you mind if this man is here?"

Mulder shook his head no. He knew if he hadn't agreed to his staying, Skinner would insist on staying anyway.

The insertion of the tube was as different from the previous experience as hot was to cold. The doctor explained everything he was going to do to Mulder before it happened. Scully was the one that held his head, stroking his hair.

Afterwards, the doctor looked Mulder over. "You'll stay in the hospital overnight."

"Any special instructions?" skinner asked.

"Until he has clearance, he needs to stay away from exercise," The doctor looked at Mulder and smiled. "And all sexual intercourse."

Mulder felt as if he was going to crawl under the table. Skinner now knew the cause for the tube coming out. Not only that, his superior looked very unhappy about the fact.

"We'll be transferring Mulder to a private room." A nurse told Scully. "Each room has a fold out bed. You are welcome to stay with him."

Skinner whispered something to Scully. His partner looked at The nurse, and then at Skinner. "No, I can't."

Scully watched Mulder be wheeled out of sight. Skinner grabbed her arm, and shoved her in the nearest linen closet. He shut the door and locked it.

"Agent Scully, we need to talk. Now." Skinner's eyes were serious.

"Yes sir." Scully tried to ignore fact that she was only about a foot away from her superior.

"I noticed something. Every time Agent Mulder was asked about the tube, he would look at you. Almost if he was afraid that the truth might come out."

"I don't understand."

"Stop it! Stop playing the innocent!" Skinner's voice was angry. "Tell me the truth!"

"I have. Mulder got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and his tube fell out."

Skinner's eyes narrowed. "Your certain of that?"


"So you where there when it happened?"

Scully looked away from her superior. "Yes, I was."

"You shared his bed."

"Yes, sir."

"The fact is that you molested a fellow agent."

"Sir? Anything that I did with Mulder was consensual!"

"I can tell by looking at him, that Agent Mulder wasn't in any condition to have sex." Skinner took a deep breath and let it out. "Anything that happened to Agent Mulder was non-consensual."

"No sir, it wasn't." She insisted.

"Molesting a fellow agent is a serious charge."

Tears stung Scully's eyes. "I know that sir."

"Until Mulder is in a condition for an evidentiary hearing, you are on administrative leave."

"But sir." Scully tried to defend herself.

"I don't want to hear it!" Skinner spat. "Your lucky I don't bust you down in rank!" With that, Skinner left.

Scully leaned against a shelf. Tears poured down her cheeks. She had been accused of something horrid. Years-old pain came back to her, of the abuse she had suffered as a child. Why did Skinner believe that she could do something that horrid to Mulder? Scully's stomach lurched; she barely got to the bathroom before she began to vomit.

Time: The day after part 2

Mulder had been released from the hospital in the morning. The doctor again had given him direct instructions. No exercise, and no sex. He wondered how the Doctor knew that having sexy with Scully had made the tube fall out. Scully had been embarrassed, very embarrassed that Skinner now knew. They hadn't talked about it. They hadn't talked about very much at all. It was very hard to talk about anything when your lover wouldn't stay in the same room with you.

Scully had helped Mulder to his bed, then went into the living room. Insisting that she needed to check her e-mail. That had been over an hour ago. He could still remember the hospital staff telling Scully that she could spend the night in his room, and her curt refusal.

Mulder decided that he needed to talk to his partner. He got out of bed, and went into the living room. Scully was sitting at Mulder's desk. She was typing on the computer. Mulder decided to speak. "Scully."

"I told you to leave me alone!" she hit him. Scully looked at the clock on the desk. She got up, and walked past Mulder as if he wasn't there. She went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Great, now he was locked out of his own bedroom. Mulder knocked on the door. "Scully."

"I need some time alone." Scully sounded angry, very angry.

"I'm sorry, what ever I did, I'm sorry." he was having trouble breathing.

"It's not you."

"Then what is it?"

"Can't you get it through your skull that I want to be alone?" Scully spat. "Just give me some time."

"I'll give you all the time you want." Mulder's lung began to spasm, and he coughed again. The pain was bad this time, very bad. He sank to the floor.

"Take your inhaler, your having an asthma attack."

"I can't," He choked out. "It's in there."


"In the bedside table."

The bedroom door opened. Scully knelt down beside him. She pressed the inhaler into his hand. Mulder shook it up and took a puff. "You need to be in bed."

"I had to see...."

Scully helped him get to his feet, and walked him to his bed. She set him down, and turned to leave. "Rest Mulder."

"Scully, please. What did I do?"

"I told you, nothing." Scully's hand made contact with Mulder's face.

"Why?" Tears stung his eyes, she had hit him. He couldn't believe it. He turned from her. "Then why won't you look at me? Why won't you stay in the same room as me? Why do you hit me?"

"You're having an asthma attack. You shouldn't be talking," she said firmly.


"Shut up Mulder." Another hit. Scully went back into the living room.

Mulder lay on his bed, watching television. It was about four in the afternoon. Scully still wasn't talking to him. There was no getting around the fact that she was upset at him.

The doorbell rang. Scully answered it.

"Is Mulder here?" The unmistakable voice of Byers said.

"He's in the bedroom."

"Is he awake?"

"I have no idea," she said coldly.

"Can I go check?"

"Of course," Scully walked past the bedroom door.

Byers came into view. He tapped on the door. "Are you awake?"

"What does it look like?"

Byers shut the door, and walked to the bed. "How's it going?"

"Great, just great."

Byers sat down on the edge of the bed. "What's up with Scully?"

"I don't know. She isn't talking to me." Mulder tried to sound non-chalet. Hoping that his cousin didn't notice the fresh bruises. That was one thing he didn't want to talk to Byers about-the fact that Scully had began to hit him.

"So what'd you do this time?" Byers smiled a little.

"She won't tell me."

Byers whistled. "Must be something really important for her to stop talking to you."

Mulder sat up, and winced as his lung began to spasm.

Byers eyes got large. "I bought you something."


Byers pulled a small pentagram out of his pocket. "Tonights a full moon. I thought you might have lost yours."

Mulder pulled his pentagram out from beneath his T-shirt. "Scully found it for me."

Byers let out of visible sigh. "Thank goddess."

"So why are you here?"

"Just checking up on my favorite cousin."

"Since when have I been your favorite?" Mulder knew that something must have happened if he came here without the rest of the Lone Gunmen. "Seriously John, why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you where protected." Byers looked over Mulder. "Have you told her about the curse?"

"No, I'm not going to tell her."

"She has a right to know."

"Why does she?"

"For her protection. She has to be protected." Byers tried to gather his thoughts. "What happens if a full moon comes, and you loose your pentagram?"

"I won't."

"What if you do? Then what?"

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Have her get a pentagram tattoo."

"And how am I going to get her to do that?"

"Have you thought of using the truth?"

"Oh sure, I can just see it. 'Scully, one of my great-grandfathers killed a Gypsy woman. Her sister cursed him and all of his male descendents. I wear a pentagram to avoid the curse.' She'll never believe me."

"Frohike and Langly believed me."

Mulder raised an eyebrow. "They have tattoos?"

"Yep, they do."

"Do they know about my curse?"

Byers shrugged. "They won't tell anyone."

"They won't tell anyone." Mulder groaned. "Great just great, I'll be lucky not to find my secret on the front page of the Lone Gunmen."


"I'll think about the tattoo thing." Mulder promised as the door opened. "But we really don't know if the curse was real, or our grandfather's insane. I'd go for the insane theory."

"Why don't you take the curse seriously?"

"We have no proof. Just the Ramblings of grandfather."

Scully stood in the doorway, looking curious; her mouth opened and shut a couple of times as she tried to come up with a question. Byers got off the bed. Scully looked over Byers. "Do you know anything about Mulder's great secret?"

Byers looked at Mulder. Then he got a very strange grin on his face. "Yes I do. Mulder's my cousin."

"Your cousin?" Scully looked puzzled.

"Our mothers are sisters." Both Byers and Mulder said at the same time.

"I see," Scully said slowly. "Their sisters? That was your great secret?"

Mulder and Byers both nodded. "Yes, It is."

"I knew that."

Byers gasped. "Who told you? Langly? Frohike?"

"How did you find out?" Mulder demanded.

"Your mother told me."

"I need to go. Gotta get to work on the paper." Byers moved to the door. "You get better Fox."

Mulder threw a pillow at Byers. "Never call me FOX!"

Six hours later, Mulder sat on the couch in his living room. Scully wasn't taking any chances; she was sitting as far away from him as she could, without being in another room. The only problem was that she still wasn't talking to him.

"Don't talk to me. See if I care," Mulder told her.

"You're acting like a child."

"I am not."

"Have you thought that perhaps my not wanting to talk has nothing to do with you?"

"I don't believe you. I've done something, and you won't tell me what!"

"Shut up Mulder."

Mulder fingered his pentagram. He tried to concentrate on the basketball game that was playing on classic sports channel. Tonight was the night of the full moon. He didn't believe his grandfather's stories, but there might be a grain of truth in them.

Scully got up; she walked to the window, opening the curtain. The streetlight in front of the window had burnt out. Even from the couch, Mulder could see the pale moonlight. He hated moonlight, in a way he was terrified of it.

"Can you close the blinds?" Mulder asked.

"I wanted to see if the stars were out."

"This is my apartment, and I want the blinds shut!"

Scully spun around. "No Mulder, I won't!"


"Until you give me a logical explanation, I won't!" Suddenly Scully the skeptic was back. "What's so freighting about a little moonlight?"

Mulder didn't want to discuss it. He got to his feet. He went to the window; his hand held the blinders cord. He looked at the moon for a second, then crumpled to the ground, moaning in pain.

Scully grabbed the cord and pulled as hard as she could. The blinds came crashing down on top of him. "You wanted the blinds down! There you have them!"

"Ouch!" His lungs began to spasm hard. It felt as if they where trying to get out of his body though his chest. He curled into a ball.

Scully took the blinds off of him. Her fingers felt for lumps on his head. "Are you all right?"

//She throws blinds on me, then is nice to me? I don't understand.// He finally said. "Help me get to the bedroom."

Scully helped Mulder to his feet. She put her arm around his waist, and half helped-half carried him to the bedroom. Mulder sank onto the bed, holding his broken ribs.

"Close the curtains." he gasped. "Please Dana."

"Right," Scully closed the curtains.

Mulder suddenly felt better, he rolled onto his back.

Mulder, what's going on?"


"You can't deny that you just had some kind of attack."

"My lungs, I was having lung spasms. The moonlight must have triggered it," Mulder said quickly.

"The full moon caused your lung spasms." She couldn't keep the disbelief out of her voice. "That makes no sense."

Mulder looked at Scully, really looked at her. The time had came; he needed to tell her the family secret. "What if I told you I was a werewolf?"

"A werewolf. There's no such thing as a werewolf." Skeptic Scully was going into hyerdrive.

"I'm one."

"If you where one, then you would have changed with the moonlight."

"My pentagram protects me."

"How can a pentagram keep someone from changing into a werewolf?" Scully tried to reason. "It can't. So therefore you can't be one."

"Why do you think I'm lying."

"I don't think your lying. I think the medication is affecting your mind."

"Then you don't believe me."

"Mulder, your imagining things. You are taking a lot of medication. You might be hallucinating." Scully took a deep breath and let it out. "I'll contact the doctor in the morning. We'll get your medication changed."

"Fine, what ever." Mulder picked up the remote, and turned the TV on. "Tonight sleep on the couch. You don't want me hallucinating again."

"Like I'd want to sleep with you?" Scully slapped him hard on the arm, and left the room.

It had been two days since the full moon. Scully slept on the couch each night. She hadn't mentioned his story. Perhaps she didn't believe Mulder. Didn't believe his horrible secret. Perhaps that was for the best. Scully had blamed the medication. Two days of not talking to each other, but living in the same apartment. Two days of Scully hitting him anytime he did something that annoyed her.

Scully was in Mulder's room. Laying out the pills he needed to take. You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself.

If I told you that, you would leave.

Suddenly Mulder realized he didn't want Scully to leave. It no longer mattered to him that she wasn't talking to him. Mulder knew that a truce would have to be called. If something didn't happen soon, there would no longer be a them.

Mulder moved closer to her. Not touching, he couldn't risk touching her. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" She fastened the last container.

"What ever I did, I'm sorry for it."

"You still don't know what you did?"

"No, I don't."

"You know." She moved past him, trying to leave the room.

"How could I? You never told me!" he couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice. He reached out, touching Scully.

"Get your hands off of me!" Scully shouted.

"Dana, please."

Scully picked up something from the cabinet; she spun around, hitting Mulder in the face with it. Mulder found himself falling, his head making contact with the dresser. Blackness overcame everything.

Mulder woke. There was something cold against his face. His face throbbed beneath the ice. Scully knelt beside him her face etched concern. "What did I do this time?"

"I'm sorry Mulder." He could barely hear her voice.

"Your sorry. Great, you still won't tell me what I did." Mulder closed his eyes. "Why don't you go home? We'll pretend nothing between us ever happened."

"Do you really want that?"

"You refuse to talk to me, you punch me. I always have bruises, I can't stand it. If this is love, then I don't want it." Mulder's voice was horse. "I would rather be just your partner. You believed in me, even when my ideas where wacko you still was there, supporting me. Now I have nothing. You never hit me when I was just your partner."

"Didn't Skinner talk to you?"

Mulder felt confused. "About what?"

"How you lost your chest tube."

"No, I didn't. I don't even know why the Doctor knew." Mulder's voice cracked. "It was a secret, between the two of us."

"Skinner knows. I don't know how, but he knows what happened between the two of us." Scully paused. "I'm being formally reprimanded for putting your life in danger. He's still debating if he's going to bust me down in rank."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mulder opened his eyes. Scully was crying.

"Because he's right. I'm a doctor. I knew what we did was risky. I should have stopped you."

"It's just as much my fault as yours. More really, I kinda forced myself on you. I'd been waiting so long. It was almost like I molested you."

"Don't say that!" There was pain in Scully's voice. "Never say you forced yourself on me! I wanted you as much as you wanted me! It's my fault!"

Scully crossed her arms. Her bottom lip actually shook. Mulder could see the truth in her eyes before she turned away.

"Oh my goddess," Mulder said softly. "Skinner accused you of molesting me."

Scully nodded. "He put me on leave until there can be a hearing.""

Mulder got to his feet. He touched Scully's shoulder. She turned to him tears streaming down her cheeks, letting him take her in his arms. "When I get better, I'll tell Skinner the truth. Perhaps he will reprimanded me instead."

"Mulder you can't,"

"Don't you see I have to?" His fingers stroked her hair. "I can't let you take the fall for something you didn't do. Something you could never do."

"Do you think Skinner will listen to you?"

"I'll sit on him if I have to. I'll make him listen." Mulder smiled a bit. "Now I can understand your anger towards me. I might be just as angry if the same thing happened to me."

"Thanks for understanding."

"I do want to tell you one thing. If you keep on hitting me, we're through. I put up with enough abuse in my life. I won't again."

Scully pulled away from him enough to look in his eyes. "Who beat you?"

"My father. He beat me before my sister was kidnapped, but afterwards... it was hell on earth. He blamed me for not being the one taken." He tapped his battered nose. "How do you think I got this?"

"How many times did he break your nose?"

"I stopped counting after the fourteenth." When Mulder noticed the look on his partner's face, he knew the truth. "You where beaten, weren't you?"

"I spent the summers with my great-aunt. She was insane. She beat Melissa and I if we didn't do exactly as she told us to," Scully said softly. "I wish it was just beatings I got. Even though I had too many."

"What else happened?"

"I was eleven when I lost my virginity."


"My brother Bill. I hated every moment he touched me. He used to say he forced me to like it. But I didn't! I still hate him."

"It wasn't your fault. You know that." Mulder put that crime on his long list of why he hated Bill Scully. "You were innocent."

"I couldn't have forced you do anything." She repeated.

"I know that."

Scully rubbed her nose. "I was fifteen when my father found out. He blamed me. He punched me so hard that I broke my nose. I had plastic surgery later."

Mulder touched Scully's lips. "You don't have to tell me. I understand your pain." He turned away from Scully. It would be hard to discuss something with her that he had never told anyone else. "I lost mine a week after Samantha disappeared. I used to dread the sound of my father's voice outside my door. Learned to hate my name." Mulder began to cry. Scully put her arms around his waist. Hugging him hard from behind. He turned in her arms. Sinking to the ground. She followed holding him. "I never told anyone-until you."

"I'll never tell anyone your secret," Scully promised.

"I know. I can trust you." Mulder couldn't stop the tears. "When you started beating me, I thought you hated me."

"I won't hit you again. I promise."

"I hope not."

"I mean it, if I do it again, tell my mother," she said firmly.

"I just might do it." Mulder kissed her very gently.

Mulder was surprised when Scully insisted on spending the night on the couch. He thought since they made up, she would return to sleeping with him. Then he realized. She probably wasn't ready to share her bed, not after revealing her secret. Mulder had spent the night, holding the pillow that Scully had used. It still had her scent. Wishing desperately that it was she. Having horrid nightmares about the past.

At 3 am, Mulder decided to give up. He wasn't going to get any more sleep. He decided to get a cup of coffee, and perhaps a snack.

He found the kitchen light all ready on. There was already a pot of coffee made. Dana Scully was mixing something by hand in a bowl. She wore Mulder's T-shirt as a nightshirt. Mulder couldn't keep his eyes off her bare legs. Scully looked like she belonged here, almost as if this was her home.

Mulder came up behind her, not touching. "Couldn't sleep?"

"You either?" She leaned back a bit, so that she was leaning against his chest.

Mulder put his arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck. "Watcha making?"

"Brownies." She put the bowl down, dipped her finger in, and turned to Mulder. Her finger hovering near his mouth. She had a strange smile on her face. "Wanna bite?"

Mulder took the hand; he looked Scully in the eyes and slowly licked the chocolate mix off of her finger. Kissing it, as he would her mouth. He then put his own finger in the bowl, and offered it to Scully. Scully sucked on his fingers.

Mulder took his finger out of Scully's mouth. Then he placed a hand on each side of her face. Mulder kissed her deeply. Trying to tell her he was sorry through the kiss. He was surprised with the hunger that Scully kissed him.

He realized there and then that he would have to do something to pleasure her. Something that wouldn't put his collapsed lung in jeopardy. What? What can I do?

Mulder pulled Scully to the floor. He wanted her, wanted to make slow love to her. His hand cupped her breast. His fingers rubbed the nipple through the thin cloth. He could feel it harden. His other hand went around her body, pulling her shirt up in the back. His hand rubbing bare skin.

Scully pulled away from him, but not by much. "Mulder, you're not ready."

"Are you ready?" He pulled her T-shirt up over her bra.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Making love has to do with two people. My body might not be ready for full sex. My hands, my hands can make love to you." Mulder was afraid. Had he said too much?

"What about you?"

"I'm not important. Please Dana, please let me make love to you."

Scully pulled away from Mulder. He was waiting for her to say no, to tell him that they would have to wait. Instead she pulled her T-shirt off. Then she nestled beside him.

"I like when you call me Dana." Scully kissed Mulder. "In bed, call me Dana."

"All right, Dana." he couldn't help but smile. He looked at the bowl filled with rich brownie mix, a plan formed in his mind.

Mulder's hands ran over her body. Exploring it. She moaned as his fingers rubbed the small of her back. His hands moved upwards, unfastening her bra. Scully pulled away from him, and slipped it off.

Mulder picked up the bowl of brownie mix. Scully's breasts beckoned to him. He put some of the mix on his hands, and He touched one gently. His fingers finding the nipples. He painted her breasts with the chocolate mix. As he did, his lips found her neck. She smelled of vanilla. He rubbed the mix onto her neck.

Lick, lick. He licked the mix off her neck. He had never used brownie mix to have sex before. But he was willing to try anything once.

Once Scully's neck was clean, Mulder's lips left it, and kissed their way down her body. He had to almost pick himself up as he did this, settling himself down near her breast. His lips replaced the finger caressing her breast. His hand dipped in the chocolate and made small circles on her belly. Then he began the meal of her nipples.

He glanced up to Scully. Her head was arched back. She licked her lips in excitement. Mulder dipped his hand in the sweetness, and caressed her lips with it. She licked it off his hand, with long sensuous lick. Her hand pulled her underwear down. Mulder took the hint, and helped her off with it. Then her hand went to her other breast. Pinching it, kneading it. Scully began to make small moaning sounds.

Mulder found himself harden. Goddess your a sexy woman.

His hand went to the inside of his lover's knees. She split her legs for him. He coated his hand and made small circles with his fingers. Then he replaced his fingers with his lips, licking every inch of the brownie mix off of her legs. Mulder was turned on, very turned on. Sex and food was always guaranteed to make him excited.

There was one place he hadn't put chocolate on. He coated his fingers. Slowly, very slowly he moved his fingers closer to her bud. Then his fingers touched her wetness. He put his middle finger inside of her. He pinched her bud between his thumb and his index finger. Scully's body arched back.

Scully's hips began to rock in time to the pinches on her clitoris. Mulder put his ring finger, then his pinky inside of her. She was warm, slick. For me. He replaced her fingers with his mouth, concentrating on eating the chocolate.

Mulder felt her channel spasm around his mouth. Then she whispered. "Mulder." Spasm after spasm crushed his fingers. Until they began to slow. Mulder withdrew his mouth, and moved back up to Scully's lips. "I love you."

"I love you." Her fingers found the front of his pants. Stroking his penis through the cloth. His penis had a mind of it's own. It strained towards his hand.

"Please, Dana." He said almost as a prayer. "Stop it. I can't."

"Do you want me."


"Trust me, trust me not to hurt you." She told him.

"I trust you more then I trust myself."

Scully unfastened Mulder's jeans. Then she moved his shorts. His cock bobbed towards her. Scully knelt down, her lips caressing his hardness. Her mouth, he never thought she would love him with her mouth. Then warmth enveloped his shaft. She began to thrust up and down with her mouth.

Something, something was missing.

Mulder touched Scully's leg. "Scully. Please, let me taste you."

Without taking her mouth off of his cock, Scully moved so that her legs straddled his head. He moved his head up, taking her bud into his mouth. Her juices tasted earthy with a taste of chocolate.

Soon, too soon, Mulder found himself coming. At the same time, he could feel Scully's body orgasm.

His lover climbed off of him. She settled on his shoulder. He put his arm around her. His, Scully was now his. His fingers began to stroke her hair.

"My place is here, in your arms."

"I love you," Mulder told her.

"I love you too." Scully told him.

Three days passed, and Mulder had gone into the hospital for testing. He had been x-rayed and examined. Then the bad news; he needed to wear the chest tube for at least five more days.

"I need to go home and get some things." Scully told Mulder after they arrived back at his apartment. He was sitting on his couch, munching on sunflower seeds.

"Okay, let's go."

"No, you're going to stay here." Scully smiled a bit. "I called some babysitters. They should be here any minute."

"I'm not a child. I don't need a babysitter," Mulder said sulking.

"You might need something. They could help you." Scully went into the bedroom, gathering her things.

A few minutes passed, and the babysitters arrived. Two of the three Lone Gunmen, Byers and Langly.

"How's it going Fox?" Byers asked.

"I told you, never call me Fox!"

"But it's such a nice name." Byers smiled.

Mulder ignored his cousin. He went back into the living room; he picked up his basketball and began to dribble it.

Scully came into the living room, carrying her suitcase. She had changed into a T-shirt. A really tight T-shirt, with a lacy gold bra beneath. Her jeans were just as tight. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Mulder couldn't keep his eyes off of Scully. He wanted to tell her how sexy she was in that outfit. Then he would drag her into the bedroom, and make slow love to her. He knew his chest tube might come out, but the way she looked, it didn't matter.

Stop thinking that way. He told himself. I have babysitters! Mulder's body refused to listen to his mind. His cock strained against his zipper.

"Any instructions?" Langly sat in a chair, just watching the two of them.

"Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Like try and play basketball." Scully stretched. The movement made her shirt even tighter.

"We'll make sure he does," Byers promised.

"Mulder, I need your help. I lost a contact in the bedroom." Scully sounded innocent, a little too innocent.

"Sure thing." Mulder got to his feet.

"We'll help you." Langly got to his feet.

Scully smiled. "Why don't the two of you look out here?"

Mulder went into the bedroom. Scully followed, locking the door behind him. "I didn't know you wore contacts."

Scully smiled, hawk-like, putting her arms around him. "I don't."

"So we're looking for nothing?" Mulder kissed her, not bothering to keep the passion he felt for her out of the kiss. He shoved Scully against the nearest dresser. She sat down on it. Mulder settled between her legs, pressing himself against her. Their crotches met, as if the dresser had been created for them to make love. He rested his hands on the wood behind her. "Where'd you get the bra?"

"You like it?" She smiled at him. The special smiles that he only saw.

"It brings out your best assets." Mulder kissed her, unable to control the passions he felt. He felt like a man who was dying of thirst, and had finally gotten some water. He drank deeply, joyfully.

"Mulder, we have company," she reminded him.

"They can fuck each other. Your mine." Mulder pulled her shirt up in back. "Take off your clothes."

Scully pulled away from him a bit, she slowly stripped off her shirt, her bra, then she peeled off her pants and g-string. Mulder kissed her again. He didn't care that he was still recovering. It was time he realized. Time for him to tell the doctors to go to hell, and make love to his Dana.

Mulder kissed the now nude Scully, he slowly began to thrust against her crouch. Thrust, thrust. His cock strained to make the joining complete. His jeans now were too tight. Only cloth separated the two lovers. Scully wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him onwards. His lips found her nipple, and he began to suck. His hand finding the other, pinching it in time to the trusts.

Scully made soft groans as she thrusted against him, her body arching back. She took his other hand, and licked his finger. "Move it, fuck my ass with it." She chanted.

How does she know one of my favorite positions?

He ran his finger across the crack of her ass. He found the tight opening. With a push, he was inside. Scully made a little yelp, then she moaned in satisfaction. He moved his finger in time with the thrusts. As Mulder thrust, he shoved her even more onto his finger.

"Mulder!" she whispered-screamed. Her ass spasming around his finger.

"I want to make love to you." His voice was husky. "Let me inside."

"You could hurt yourself," Scully said as she rubbed herself against him.

"Not if your on the dresser. Please Dana, I need you."

"What do you want to do to me?"

"I want to fuck your ass. I want to put my cock where my finger was."

In answer, Scully unfastened his belt. The zipper was next. Then she pulled out his cock. Scully pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser. Then she turned, lying on her stomach. Her legs spread. Mulder ran his hand down her ass. The tight pink opening beckoned to him. He moved forwards, his cock rubbing against the opening. It was already wet. He entered her slowly. Scully moaned, and impaled herself on it.

"Let's play gang bang." he whispered.


Mulder opened a drawer on the side of the dresser. He took out the vibrator that she had given him as a gag gift. Scully watched him. She took the vibrator from him, and turned it on. He pulled out of her a bit. She inserted it into her channel, leaving about two inches outside of her vagina, letting it buzz against her clit.

"Oh god Mulder, I feel like I'm with two men." She moaned.

"You're a hot woman. Every man wants you. Wants to fuck you," he chanted.

Mulder began to thrust again; her nipples rubbed against the top of the dresser. As he thrust, the dresser banged against the wall. He bit his bottom lip, trying hard not to make his usual noises.

"Yes, Mulder, oh god, yes." Scully kept chanting.

That was more then enough to make Mulder thrust hard into his lover. The pain in his side no longer mattered. All that mattered was the two of them.

The excitement began to well up in him. He had wanted this so long that he couldn't control himself. The orgasm began to fire inside him.

"Mulder, Mulder, yes," Scully kept chanting, shoving herself against his cock. Her hand went to the vibrator, thrusting it in and out in time to his thrusts.

Don't scream.

Don't scream. he chanted in his mind. Don't make a noise, don't make a sound.

Scully began to make small yelps. Then she pushed herself one more time, hard against him, screaming his name. That was enough to drive Mulder over the edge. He came, yelling like an animal.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. Byers asked. "Scully, is everything all right?"

"Wonderful. We'll be right out."

Mulder pulled out of Scully. She got to her feet. Taking the vibrator out of her pussy. She turned if off.

"How's your side? Is it okay?" she asked concerned.

"Why don't you check it for me?"

Scully turned, her fingers ran over his chest tube. "Looks good."

Mulder fastened his jeans over his now sensitive cock. "I better get out there first."

"Let's do it again tonight. Without Huey and Louie." Scully had cat-that ate the cream look on her face.

"You better believe it," he promised. He unlocked the door, and went into the living room.

The two lone gunmen were sitting on the couch, reading upside down magazines. Langly snickered when he saw Mulder, zipping up his jeans. Byers elbowed him. Mulder couldn't help but notice that Byers only wore his shirt and pants. He had lost his suit coat, vest and shoes. So Mulder and Scully weren't the only ones that just made love.

Scully came out a couple of minutes later, dressed more conservatively. Her eyes settled on Byers. The cat that ate the cream look came back. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Hurry back." Mulder smiled at her.

An hour passed. Byers began playing on Mulder's computer. Mulder turned on a game. Langly kept looking at Mulder and sniggering. His smugness was driving Mulder bonkers.

Mulder finally looked at Langly. "Okay, what's up. Why do you keep sniggering?"

"How long have the two of you been an item?" Langly asked.

"An item?" Mulder knew exactly what his friend was talking about. He just didn't want to admit it.

"The two of you go off humping like bunnies. That isn't normal." Langly smiled again.

"Bunnies?" Byers raised an eyebrow.

"The neighbors down the street could hear you."

"I could ask the two of you the same thing." Mulder put the ball down. "Or does the sound of two people having sex make you uncontrollable?"

Byers blushed, and turned away. "Our love life is none of your business."

"Does Frohike know?"

"Of course he knows. He enjoys watching." Langly snickered again. "And then he joins us."

A picture formed in Mulder's mind. One that he really didn't want to see. "Let's not even go there."

"I knew you where together when I saw the way that Scully's dressing, wow."

"Perhaps Scully wanted a new look." Mulder tossed the ball, and caught it.

"Bright red jeans, I've never seen her in a jeans that color. Have you?"

"I'm colorblind," Mulder reminded Langly.

Time: Two hours later

"I need to ask you about Scully." Langly told him. "Have you had her tattooed yet?"

"Why should I have her tattooed." Mulder began dribbling the ball. His two babysitters where irritating Mulder.

"What happens if you loose your pentagram?" Langly suddenly grew serious. "You could turn in front of her. Then what?"

"How do you know anything would happen?"

"You're a werewolf. Doesn't she have the right to know the truth?"

"You need to stay out of my love life." Mulder put the ball down.

Byers got up from the computer. He stood between Mulder and Langly. "Leave him alone, Ringo."

Langly's head popped up, and he looked into Byer's eyes. "John, you can't honestly say that Mulder has a right not to tell her? What if they have sons? They would have the curse."

//John, Ringo, codetalk. Just like Scully and I.// Mulder thought.

"He might not be a werewolf."

"I saw you turn once," Langly reminded him.

"If turning was the only way to prove to you what I was, I was glad to do it," Byers said firmly. "The same might be said for Mulder. It's his choice."

He's your Cousin. He has to have the curse!"

"Why must he?"

"What happens when he takes off his pentagram?"

Byers shrugged. "He might turn, he might not. You never know with curses."

"Have you ever taken off your pentagram?" Langly asked Mulder.

"No," Mulder lied. He didn't want to discuss loosing it during the attack.

"The next full moon, take off your pentagram." Langly suggested. "Show Scully what you are. Make her believe."

"The curse is an old wives tale. I won't even dignify it by testing it," Mulder said calmly. "I don't believe in werewolves."

Langly couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice. "YOU can believe in aliens, but not werewolves?"

"That's because Aliens are real. Werewolves aren't!" Mulder said firmly.

"You wear the pentagram."

"I wear it because it's family tradition. Not because I believe in a werewolf!"

Just then, Scully came through the door. She put down her suitcase. She strode into the living room, looking at the three men. "What do you know about Mulder's secret?"

"A Gypsy woman cursed our great-grandfather and all of his male descendants," Byers said quietly. "The curse includes Mulder and me."

"So your a werewolf?" Scully didn't sound skeptical.

"Yes, I am." Byers looked away from Scully. "I know it's unbelievable, but it's true."

"Scully, my families nuts," Mulder told her. "John Byers is nuts!"

"You can't deny the truth forever," Byers told him. "What if you and Scully have children?"

"We'll adopt."

"Remember cousin Even? He was adopted, and he got the curse. The curse never said only blood relatives!"

"Is there any way to prevent the turning?" Scully asked.

"There's only one way, for Mulder to wear his pentagram. It protects him." Byers explained. "It will keep him safe, as long as he doesn't take it off."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he never takes it off," Scully promised.

"You need to be tattooed." Langly told her. "Just in case he looses his pentagram, you'll be protected."

"I see, and this will protect me?"

"It will," Byers told her.

"To be sure, I'll be tattooed." Scully decided.

"Scully you don't have to," Mulder said.

"Yes, I do." She looked over the Lone Gunmen. "Do you know a good place to do have it done?"

Scully returned to the apartment two hours later. The Lone Gunmen left as soon as she arrived. Mulder looked at her. "Did you get the tattoo?"

Scully joined Mulder on the couch. She unbuttoned her shirt. She exposed her breast. A few millimeters from her right nipple was a pentagram. Mulder reached out, touching it. It gave him a mild tingling feeling. "Why?"

"I decided that it couldn't hurt." Scully smiled slightly.

"Do you believe I'm a werewolf?"

"Of course not." Scully buttoned her shirt back up. "I'd rather be safe then sorry."

"I see." Though it was fairly obvious that he didn't see at all.

Very perkily Scully told him. "I wanted to have wild sex with you. You know, screwed and tattooed?"

Mulder's mouth opened and closed in shock. "Dana?"

"Actually I wanted a piece of you. If a tattoo was the answer, then so be it."

"A piece?" Mulder repeated.

"I wanted to wear your mark. So that we would know that I belonged to you." Scully smiled. "This way I wear a constant reminder of you. The way Langly wears Byers."

"If you wanted that, I could have gotten you a ring."

"Now he tells me." Scully smiled.

"I do have something I want to give you." Mulder got up and went into the bedroom. He returned a few minutes later. "Hold out your hand."

Scully held out her hand. Mulder put a necklace in the palm. She turned it over in her hand. A five pointed star. "What's this?"

"It belonged to my great-grandmother Beth. She made me promise to give it to the woman I wanted to marry."

"Is that a proposal?"

Mulder looked her over. "Yes, it is."

"Skinner's never going to let us get married."

"TO hell with Skinner." Mulder smiled again. "We don't have to get married right away. We can wait."

"I usually don't accept proposals of men I've slept with for less then a month," Scully said teasing.

"Oh." Mulder's face fell. "I see."

Scully kicked herself for hurting Mulder. She got off the couch, and picked up her suitcase. She took out the small box. Then she went back to the couch. "My father told me to give this to the man I wanted to marry."

"What is it?"

"Open it."

Mulder opened the box. Inside was a man's gold ring with a large diamond. "This is for me?"

She took it out, and put it on his right ring finger. "I wish I could put it on your left."

"Someday we will." Mulder promised.

"Now, put the necklace on me."

Mulder took the necklace from Scully. He unfastened the clasp, and put the pentagram on Scully. "Your mine now."

"I've been yours for a long time." Scully smiled.

They kissed for a few minutes. Then Mulder pulled away from her. "I want to tell you something, and I don't want you getting angry."

"What is it?"

"Skinner called when you where gone. He wants to talk to me in the morning-alone."

"What did you tell him?"

"What could I say? I had to agree."

"Why? Why did you agree?"

"Because I want to clear you." Mulder thought for a minute. "You might not agree, but it's something that I have to do."

"What if I tell you your nuts?"

Mulder smiled. "Then I would love you."

"When is he supposed to be here?" Scully asked for the millionth time. She was nervous, very nervous.

Mulder glanced at his watch. "Any time now."

"Then I better go shopping." Scully went up to him. "Call me when he leaves."

"I will." Mulder promised.

"Tell him the truth. Don't lie for me." Scully kissed Mulder gently, and left.

Five minutes passed. There was a tapping on the front door. Mulder went and answered it. It was Skinner. He looked Mulder over. "Agent Mulder, how are you doing?"

"Better." Mulder stepped away from the door. "Almost ready to play basketball again."

Skinner went into Mulder's living room. Mulder shut the door, and followed his superior. Skinner sat down on the couch. Mulder sat on the chair. Skinner took out a pocket tape recorder.

"I want you to tell me what happened on the day your chest tube fell out." Skinner told him.

"To make a very long story short, Sir. I woke up extremely excited. I mean it's been very hard to be near Agent Scully after we expressed our feelings towards each other. She wouldn't even let me kiss her, she was so worried that I would hurt myself." Mulder lied.

"What changed that?"

"As I said, I woke up very excited. I thought I could perhaps rub against her, and cause an orgasm." Mulder explained

"You mean you were masturbating."

"Yes, sir. I was." Mulder looked away from Skinner.

"Agent Mulder, you felt well enough to masturbate."

"Yes sir."

"Let me guess. That's when Agent Scully woke up and took advantage of you?"

"No sir. I decided that I had to be with her. I woke Scully up. We made love." Mulder paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "If you're going to reprimand someone, it should be me. If anyone forced themselves, it was me, not Scully."

Skinner did not look pleased. "I should take the X-Files from you."

"I know that sir, but I also know that the truth must be told."

"The truth, that you're doing things that could endanger your life."

"Yes sir."

"Why would you do something stupid like that?"

Mulder tried to smile. "Don't tell me you never did anything stupid when you are in love?"

The Assistant Director looked flustered. "I'm not the subject of this investigation."

"Yes sir."

"I want you to call Agent Scully. I think it's time for her to be questioned," Skinner ordered.

Scully received a call from Mulder telling her to come home. He refused to give her any details. Just asked her to come home. That fact worried her. She knew that Skinner must still be at the apartment. As soon as she arrived, Scully set her shopping on the kitchen table. So her instinct had been right. Skinner was still there. Mulder sat on the couch, looking like a kid in the principal's office.

Skinner looked Scully over. "Sit down Agent Scully."

"Yes sir." Scully sat down beside Mulder. His partner didn't look at her; just fiddled with the ring she had given him.

"Agent Scully, Mulder has given me his statement."

"Yes sir."

"Agent Scully. Is it true that Mulder woke you up to make love to you?"

"Yes sir." Her mind began to whir. What had Mulder told Skinner?

"You as a doctor didn't stop him?"

"No sir."

"Even though his actions brought his life in danger?"

"I didn't realize that I would be putting his life in danger." Scully paused. "I really thought he was up to it."

"I don't believe the two of you. I should bust you two down in rank. Professionals don't put their lives in danger the way that the two of you do. Seems like all you do is go off half-cocked, wasting department resources. For what? Aliens?" Skinner seemed very angry. "I should make you spend the rest of your career transcribing tapes."

"Yes sir."

"Do you have any reasons why you shouldn't spend the next fifty years in the basement going over tapes?"

"As I said sir," Mulder said very softly. "I will let myself be lowered in rank, I'll even resign from the FBI, as long as Scully isn't drug into it. It wasn't her fault what happened. It was mine. I love her. I couldn't control myself."

"All right, Mulder." Skinner seemed to make up his mind. "As soon as you're cleared by the doctor, you will spend a month transcribing tapes."

"Thank you sir."

"Agent Scully, you are very lucky that you have a partner like Agent Mulder."

"Yes sir, I am." Scully told him.

"You can join him in transcribing tapes."

"Yes sir."

"Even though you are forbidden to live together. There is nothing forbidden for partners to live in the same building." Skinner suddenly looked at lot less angry. "I noticed that there is an apartment for rent in this building."

Scully couldn't believe her ears. Skinner was suggesting they move closer? "Yes sir, I'll talk to the landlord about it."

"You do that." Skinner got up. "Mulder you have one more week to get better. I don't care if the tube comes through your nose, you will be at work at that time."

"Yes sir," Mulder said.

"Report to my office when you get back to work," Skinner ordered.

"Yes sir."

Scully let Skinner out. Then she turned to Mulder. Her lover had leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can't believe it's over!"

"Three weeks of transcribing," she mused.

Mulder got up, he went to her, putting his arms around her waist. "Could be worse."

"At least I have you with me."

"Love you." Mulder kissed Scully.

Time: Three weeks later

Dana Scully woke up. She was in a bed, a familiar bed to her. She was in the bedroom of her new apartment. She was now only two doors down from Mulder. So close that it was almost like they were living together.

Mulder was lying beside her on his side; his head propped up on his hand. His pentagram lay on Scully's chest.

"How was your sleep?" he asked, as he searched her face, as if he could find the answer there.


"Will you love me even after we are done with the transcribing assignment?" there was a tentivness to his voice.

"Might, you never know."

"I'll have to break in a new agent. I wonder if it'll take so long to bed her?" For the first time, Scully realized her partner was kidding.

"You do that, and I'll tell your new partner your horrible in bed."

"Am I?"

"Nope, but I thought it might work."

Scully could feel Mulder's hand, feather-light, stroking its way down her body. His hand moved across her belly, then lower, she moved her leg so that he could touch her. In response, his fingers touched her bud, and began to caress it. Scully moaned in the back of her throat.

"I love you Dana Scully." he told her, he leaned down, his lip finding her nipple, he began to suck, the entire time, his fingers made love to her.

Scully's hand went to the back of her lover's head. "That feels so good."

She could feel Mulder smile against her breast. The stroking of his fingers getting maddening. It took all her strength to keep her hips from bucking. She was trying hard not to come.

Mulder's lips left her breast, and then he kissed his way down her stomach, moving so that he was between her legs. Then he kissed the inside of her leg. Then his lips gilded lower, and his fingers were replaced by his lips.

"Give in," he whispered against her, "Let yourself go. Trust me."

"You're the only one I trust."

She gave into her feelings; her hips began to thrust into Mulder as he made love to her. She came, hard.

Mulder moved so he was lying beside her, his arms going around her, holding her close. His hardness pressed against her. She could feel his lips caressing her forehead. She could hear him whisper over and over. "I love you, I've never loved anyone like I love you,"

"Make love to me," she told him.

"I thought I just did." she could feel him smile.

She pushed him onto his back. She then straddled his body, her pussy barely touching his cock. His hands went to each side of her hips, pushing her down, so that he entered her.

"Pushy bitch aren't you?" he said with a smile.

"I get what I want and I want you!" Scully said firmly.

The End

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