Author:  Scifinerdgrl
Title:  Agent Scully's Secret Desire
Rating:  NC-17
Summary:  The real reason Agent Scully's attraction to forensics!  It's the 
patients!  This is snarky smutty disgusting fic.

WARNING: If you are the least bit normal in your sexual orientation you will 
find this fic offensive! Now, read and enjoy!



Agent Dana Scully, *Doctor* Agent Dana Scully, had been called once again to
the morgue for yet one more autopsy. Her family could never understand her 
career choice. Why be up to your elbows in entrails and maggots when you could 
have a nice, safe practice listening to heartbeats and prescribing Xanax? 

But they never knew. Nobody knew. Her attraction to her profession wasn't 
about law and order. It was about the bodies. The dead bodies. 

She loved them. The feel, the unblinking eyes, and the smell. God, how she 
loved the smell of rotting flesh! 

For one brief moment she'd been in heaven. When Mulder returned to her he was 
both living and dead, the best of both worlds. She laid her head on his chest, 
checking out his post-mortem condition down below. After Doggett left her 
alone with Mulder, Scully mounted the love of her life. That was the first 
time. And the last time. After that, Mulder's remarkable recovery ruined 
everything. 

Now, almost a year later, she had another chance. Nobody around. The morgue 
was, well, quiet as a morgue... And she'd finally found one. A corpse with a 
certain enviable post-mortem tumescence.

After quickly checking for the sounds of approaching intruders, Scully lifted 
the sheet and confirmed her hopes. This man had died hoping for one last 
earthly delight, and she owed it to him to satisfy that desire. 

Stealthily she climbed onto the slab, letting its cool metal surface add to her
excitement. She slid over the body, whispering, "You know you want me. You've 
always wanted me. You're hot for me..." 

His cold leathery skin warmed to her touch. "See? I knew you'd like that," she 
purred. She helped him do what he was born to do, and what he had also 
apparently died to do... 

The excitement of this moment, this opportunity that she might never have 
again.... the smell of his decaying flesh as it warmed to her increasingly 
urgent friction... 

When she was finished, she lay down next to him, running her nails up and down 
his bluish flesh. "Was it good for you?" she whispered. 

She sighed, knowing it might be a long time before she had another opportunity 
like this. ...then she realized this man had been a homeless drifter. Nobody 
would miss him if his body disappeared from the morgue. And as for her 
professional reputation... Well, by now nobody really expected much of her. 
She'd lost her partner, her sister, given away her son after inviting 
criminals into her apartment... If she told people she didn't know what 
happened to the body, they'd all believe her. 

An hour later her new lover was in her bed, ready for round two of the kind of 
lovin only a demented doctor could give. 

Oh Mulder, Mulder, Mulder... why couldn't you just have stayed dead? You were 
so much more interesting that way.... she sighed, but when she pulled down the 
covers on her new beau she forgot all about the funny-looking man with the 
scarred face and the flaking skin. She was in love again, and that was all 
that mattered. 

THE END