Official Disclaimer Thing: Mulder, Scully, Hodge & DaSilva are the
properties of Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox Broadcasting. Some of the dialog
contained was written by the X-File Gods themselves, Glen Morgan & James
Wong. (I think it's pretty easy to tell what they wrote from what I did. I
suppose this would be an NC-17 story, but I'll leave rating up to Karen :)

My Own Personal Disclaimer: For the record, I am totally against a
Relationship on the show. However, after a recent DD chat, I thought that
*if* there was ever an appropriate time for Mulder & Scully to have an
erotic encounter, the worm check in the Ice episode would be it. (If you're
*really* anti-relationship, you might think of this as a reason why they
don't have a relationship. I'm just trying to please everyone!) My many
thanks to the regular gang perched at the DD Alter for your inspiration. :D

An Alternate Ending to Ice

by Amy Smarkusky (McKenna344)

<< This picks up when Mulder has been isolated and is feared infected by
the deadly worm. Hodge and DaSilva want to give the last worm to Mulder,
but Scully wants to be sure he's uninfected first. Scully has just
convinced Hodge and DaSilva to let her go in and confront Mulder alone. >>

Scully stood at the door apprehensive.

Terrified was more like it. Mulder had been isolated in the cramped supply
room for hours; she shuddered to think what this containment had done to
his psyche. Inmates incarcerated in solitary confinement were reported to
display signs of psychosis within twenty-four hours. Mulder was possibly
infected with a parasite that lived on sheer rage-- a rage that would have
been building up all of this time searching for an outlet. She pondered
what his reaction to her would be. After all, she was the one who had made
Mulder a prisoner. What better outlet could he want?

A deep breath, a quick glance at Hodge, and she opened the door.

Mulder had been sleeping on a cot. The burst of light in the pitch black
room startled him and he clamored to his feet. He squinted, looking like a
nocturnal animal seeing daylight for the first time. He could just barely
make out Scully's small frame before him.

"Is it just you?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yes," her voice trembled.

DaSilva rolled the door shut behind Scully. Mulder had behaved so
irrationally before, and now here they were alone. With lightening speed,
Scully turned on the overhead light bulb. Fear and guilt were waging a war
within her and fear came out the easy winner in the dark.

Mulder's eyes were slowly adjusting as light and shadow swung back and
forth. "It's one of them." He licked his lips nervously.

Scully tried to maintain even speaking tones when she explained that no
other deaths had occurred since his internment and that two worms would
kill each other in one host.

He was outraged -- his own partner and she had betrayed him. She was going
to kill him. "If you give me one worm, you'll infect me."

"If that's true," Scully whispered, "then why didn't you let us inspect
you?"

Mulder bent down to her, coming within an inch of her face. "I would have,
but you pulled a gun on me." His words became more urgent. Scully avoided
eye contact which only forced him to move closer. "Now I don't trust them.
I *want* to trust you."

She wanted desperately to believe Mulder's reasons for refusing
examination. She shook off the image of him hovering over Murphy's dead
body. Mulder had said that he didn't do it.

"Okay." <<He may not be who he is>> "But now they're not here."

Mulder stood tall next to her. Scully physically felt every inch he had on
her. Silently, Mulder turned around and bowed his head, offering his back
to her.

Scully pulled down the back of his shirt as far as it would go. She pulled
down too hard and too fast, causing Mulder to choke slightly. He didn't
protest or complain -- the sensation was not entirely unpleasant.

She ran her hands over his muscular back and shoulders, her fingertips
probing for any abnormalities. She massaged his shoulder blades thoroughly,
making a mental note that his skin felt hot. Scully leaned her body into
his so she could reach around to feel his neck and collar bone. She smelled
the faint trace of Ivory soap behind his ear.

Mulder's blood began to rush. He remained silent as he wondered why she was
exploring his frontal regions since the worms had only been observed at the
base of the brain. He felt her gently stroke his collar bone with her
breasts lightly grazing his back and suddenly he didn't care why she was
doing it. After one final check of his spinal cord, Scully adjusted his
shirt collar and stepped back, smiling as Mulder spun around.

Scully was now convinced that he was uninfected and her smile would
translate into relief, but it was more than that. It had been a fleeting
thrill to touch Mulder so intimately -- a thrill she was finding difficult
to hide. She turned to the door, blushing.

Mulder's strong hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

It confirmed her worst fears and a gasp escaped her lips.

Mulder wasn't going to let her out of this so easily. Scully had lost faith
in him. She had accused him of murder. She had turned her gun to him. She
had subjected him to a medical exam and he felt entitled to perform his own
physical on her, even if he knew she wasn't infected. Mulder wanted to make
Scully feel the way she had made him feel -- like a specimen. She had
placed his body under her microscope with her eyes judging him and her
hands humiliating him.

She turned to confront him with her eyes, but his firm hand on her temple
forced her to keep her head forward, making his intentions clear. Slowly,
he pulled down the back of Scully's shirt. Clearing away the wisps of hair
from the back of her neck, he ran his hands flat along the smooth skin of
her backside. He rubbed her neck and shoulders, thinking more about the way
her skin felt like satin than watching for evidence of infection.

Scully felt his breath hot on the back of her bare neck. By manipulating
her skin, Mulder was releasing the mountain of pressure stored within her
tense muscles. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his soothing hands,
his measured breathing. A layer of goose bumps lighted her skin and she
shuddered with a sudden and unexpected wetness. She mentally pleaded with
Mulder not to stop.

Mulder couldn't tear his hands from her ivory shoulders.

He remembered the first time he had wanted Scully. She had been sitting on
the corner of his desk in front of him reviewing a file. She had been
giving him autopsy details when his concentration suddenly focused on her
crossed legs. He remembered imagining what it would feel like to part her
legs at her knees; to feel her silky panty hose as his large hands crept
slowly up her inner thighs. He had wondered what kind of panties he would
find underneath the plain, straight skirt -- whether they would be innocent
white cotton or hot satin in wild colors. Mulder liked the thought of cool,
conservative Scully in crotchless panties. He envisioned Scully tossing her
head back with abandon as his hands delved into her soft, warm chamber. It
had taken all of his will power not to throw her down and ravage her on his
desk.

Scully wasn't certain where the examination ended and the caressing began.
Her head was spinning and the heat in the poorly ventilated supply room was
making her dizzy. She was sure this was clouding her judgment. Her ability
to reason was being obstructed by what was probably a reaction to post
traumatic stress disorder compounded by their isolation, fear and lack of
sleep. They had argued and they had both been paranoid. Hodge and DaSilva
had them mired in conflict. But when Mulder nuzzled the back of her neck,
their time of madness in this arctic nightmare dissipated. Mulder's lips
seared her flesh, his tongue played on the nape of her neck and he kissed a
hot trail down her shoulders.

"Mulder --" Scully turned to face him. Her eyes met his and she was
startled to see the desire within him.

"Scully," he whispered, like he was saying her name for the first time. His
words tumbled out easily, even if he was terrified of her response.
"Scully, in the past three months we've spent almost every waking hour
working together. We're becoming more than partners and you know it. God,
Scully, I *trust* you! Do you have any idea what that means to me?"

Scully looked away from him.

Mulder felt a kick in the stomach as he anticipated her rejection, but it
was too late for him to stop. "It has been anguish to be so close to you
and not be able to touch you. I need to know what you feel like, Scully. I
have to know what you sound like when I'm making love to you." He moved
closer to her. "Try to tell me you don't want this too. Tell me you haven't
thought about us like this before."

Scully's lips parted slightly. Her voice was soft, yielding. "I have
thought about us like this. I have wondered, but --"

His hands found her shoulders. "Then say it, Scully! I want to hear you say
the words, 'I-don't-want-you-Mulder'."

"But, Mulder, I do want you..." Her voice was barely audible.

He was moved by her words, and taking her hands in his, gathered her close
against his chest. With his full lips he kissed her softly.

"But what about Hodge and DaSilva?" Scully asked.

"Let them listen. Let them do whatever they want. They're not going to stop
us from being together right now." His tongue entered her mouth, drinking
her in. Mulder backed her up and pressed her hard against a metallic rack,
sending several cans crashing to the floor, his kisses becoming more
frantic. Scully leaned into him, responding with her entire body. She
sucked on his lower lip as his hands moved slowly down the sides of her
breasts to her curvaceous hips. Mulder's firm hand squeezing her bottom
elicited a deep, throaty moan from Scully.

She was already unbuttoning his shirt, and kissed his chest with every
undone button down to his taut stomach. Kneeling before him, she struggled
with his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. She smiled at the sound his
zipper made. She pulled down his jeans and boxer-briefs -- desperate to
taste more of him. Her mouth lingered at the spot right above his pubic
area. Mulder gasped as she teased him by playfully lapping at him with her
tongue and biting his inner thighs. His manhood was at full attention. He
tried to guide Scully to his erection until she finally took his cock into
her hands, then into her mouth, and then it was Mulder's turn to moan. He
stroked her hair, enjoying the pleasure that she was so eager to give.

"Oh, Scully ... Scully ... Don't stop ... " Mulder hardened in Scully's
mouth as she fully devoured him. He pressed her hard against him, forcing
her closer, only wincing slightly when the back of her teeth scraped his
tender head.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Scully, don't talk with your mouth full."

She giggled. Like an innocent school girl. An innocent school girl with her
mouth full of cock who was giving him the most incredible head of his life.
The slick warm wetness she created on his swollen member sent his mind
reeling and all thoughts south. He felt her moans vibrate down his shaft to
his balls and through his rectum. With her lips wrapped firmly around him
and the quick movements of her tongue and her sucking, pulling, her throat
begging for his cum, he felt the unstoppable pressure building at his base,
ready to release, to explode inside her welcoming mouth--

"Scully, stop." Her beautiful blue eyes were wide as she looked up at him.
"Come here," he commanded, pulling her up.

Mulder gently took her face into his hand, tracing the outline of her
cheek. He took her hair down, out of its ponytail, and allowed the curls to
frame her face. Scully saw an unfamiliar, satiable lust in his eyes. He
suddenly jerked off her plaid flannel shirt, revealing a tight-fitting
black undershirt. He was quick to hold and adore her tits, rubbing her
nipples which were prominent beneath the knit material, allowing the
friction to stimulate her further.

Scully could no longer maintain any level of rational thought. She took off
her undershirt unabashedly, pulling Mulder's hands back to her tits.
Normally she would have been shy, but this time she was glad the light was
on. She wanted Mulder to see her body, even if it was under the singular
ugly fluorescent bulb. He filled his hands with her breasts and dropped to
one knee. He put his mouth and tongue to an erect nipple, concentrating on
what was clearly her favorite erogenous zone. He was amazed to be so close
to something -- someone -- so beautiful.

Mulder felt down her flat stomach, reaching inside her panties.

Soft lace. Bikini. Course against his fingers tangling around her silky
strands. Perfect for Scully. The perfect coupling of innocent and hot.

They struggled to undress each other completely as Mulder maneuvered her to
the cot.

Once he got Scully on her back, Mulder mounted her, feeling her svelte body
press up against his. His ferocity was growing with Scully's hands
exploring every inch of his fit body and her juice trickling onto his loins
like honey. He took her hand into his and, after a lingering moment, put
his lips to her wrist. He traced the veins with his tongue. He focused
intently on sucking the fragile bones underneath her skin as his teeth bore
gently into her delicate flesh.

"Oh, God, Mulder," Scully moaned.

She closed her eyes and fondled herself lightly, indulging in the forbidden
sensation of Mulder biting her wrist with her own touch.

Mulder biting her wrist. Harder. His teeth pulling her flesh, threatening
to tear skin. It was starting to hurt. He was starting to hurt her and it
felt soooo good. She touched herself deeper, all too familiar with how to
pleasure herself. Mulder was acutely aware that he was bringing pain to
Scully ... and how much she was enjoying it. His cock throbbed just outside
her entrance, teasing her by pushing closer and closer to her outer walls.

"Mulder ... please..." her thighs tightened and she twitched uncomfortably
beneath him.

He took her wrist from his mouth, giving it a final, soft, loving kiss over
his tracks of bite marks. He then powerfully pinned her down with all of
his strength. He put a strong hand on her inner thigh, physically demanding
that she open herself to him. He took her bottom into his hands, roughly
pulling her closer to him by the small of her back. Scully bit her lip.
Mulder smiled. She had liked that.

And now he wanted to take her.

Mulder entered her forcefully. He skillfully, rhythmically pumped his cock
in and out of her, growing closer with every longing moment. Their bodies
writhed together in unison as Scully clutched onto him, feeling his skin
against hers, his sweat mingling with hers which created such a sweet
lubricant between them. She pushed her hips upwards to meet his, anxious
for more. Mulder couldn't get enough of her ... he couldn't be close enough
to her. He wanted to somehow physically absorb her by diving further into
her warmth. His strokes became faster, harder, fervently escalating deep
inside Dana Scully. He buried his face in her hair, catching his breath
with every stroke.

She moaned and cried and begged him to continue. Her sexual pleadings
turned him on even more. His every movement was controlled to please Scully
-- from his hands on her tits and bottom to his lips sucking hungrily on
her neck to his cock sending her into orbit. He watched her face, watched
her body -- watched her love what he was doing to her. And the more
aggressive he got, the more she liked it.

He held her bottom tight. "Do you still want me, Scully?"

"Yes!" she panted. "Yes ... I want you!"

"Say my name, Scully."

"Mulder ... Please ... I want you, Mulder..."

"I have to come, Scully," he breathed heavily. "I have to come now."

"Yes ... come inside me now, Mulder ... Mulder..."

Scully felt her thighs quiver and sweat as his tight body orchestrated her
burgeoning orgasm. Her breathing quickened and Mulder felt her whole body
tremble as she started to come. The throbbing of his cock, deep inside her,
quickly brought her to a full earthquake of an orgasm. She arched her back
and thrust her hips and screamed his name over and over and over again. She
dug into his back as he pumped into her furiously, her bosom heaving
against Mulder's chest as she felt the first trickle of his juice. The heat
sent an electrical current coursing through her body.

Mulder grunted as he came, clenching his teeth, primal as he plunged into
her. His hot cum was running rivers into her. The warmth and moistness of
being inside Scully was heaven as his body melted into hers. They barely
noticed as they tumbled off the narrow cot and hit the hard floor. All
Scully felt was her spine was on fire as Mulder finished plowing her, his
penetrations climaxing with one final burst.

Mulder shuddered and collapsed on top of her when he was completely
drained, but Scully continued to violently quake in a cascade of multiple
orgasms. Mulder moved down and put his lips to the folds of her creamy box.
He licked and sucked and cradled her entire being with his tongue. Scully
gripped onto him, feeling his face, the back of his neck, his rich, thick
brown hair, until she was satisfied.

Mulder embraced Scully in his strong arms and kissed her forehead gently.
He looked at her, flushed from their lovemaking, and memorized every detail
of her face. He wanted to always remember the way she looked at this
moment. She smiled at him -- an innocent smile. Innocent, but so incredibly
hot.

Scully was still seizing with warm pleasure when they heard the gunshot.
They bolted off the floor, scrambling to throw on only essential clothing.

Another gunshot.

Mulder opened the door to the supply room with Scully behind him. The
hallway was dark. Apparently only the back-up generator was working again,
which would also explain why it was now freezing in the main rooms of the
base. They could hear Nancy DaSilva's hysterical sobs echoing throughout
the corridors.

Mulder and Scully found her in the laboratory. The lab was dark, except for
the most minimal of light. Through the window in the door they could see
DaSilva pointing a gun at Hodge's already bleeding, already certainly dead
body.

"Mulder, we need to get the last worm into her!"

DaSilva was screaming, shaking, waving the gun at the lifeless body on the
floor. "Get up! Get up, you son of a bitch!" She started to throw the
instruments off the table at Hodge. She smashed the glass cabinet doors
with her fists, destroying the lab in a white hot fury.

The door to the lab was bolted from the inside. With all of his strength,
Mulder slammed hard through the door and landed on the cold tile full
force. He ignored the shooting pain through his arm and felt Scully's force
hurdle over him into the lab. DaSilva stopped dead in her rampage and
picked up a second gun from the counter. She held it on Scully and the two
women stared wild-eyed at each other, frozen in terror.

Mulder crept silently along the base of the counter. The smell of ammonia
was overwhelming. He looked down at the floor, just then noticing light
reflecting off shards of glass in a pool of the clear liquid.

Oh shit.

The crushed brown fragments on the floor next to him resembled a large
earthworm in color and texture only. A thick, black ooze was seeping out
the remains of the carcass. It smelled worse than the ammonia. The worm had
been squashed -- ground into the floor. A partial heel print appeared to be
outlined in the flattened soft-tissue.

That was the last worm. There was no saving Nancy DaSilva.

"Nancy, put down the gun and we can end this. You're going to be all right;
it'll all be over soon."

Scully walked towards her slowly. As DaSilva backed up, she was only a few
feet away from Mulder. Just two more steps ...

"Hand me the gun, Nancy."

"No," she said simply. Unemotional. DaSilva put the gun to her head.

"No, Nancy, don't," Scully pleaded. "There's another way --"

Mulder lunged to tackle DaSilva as the gun went off. Her body crumpled to
the floor.

Scully ran to her, careful to avoid the contaminated blood pouring from
DaSilva's skull.

"Mulder, why did she do that? She knew the other worm --"

"Scully, there is no other worm. It's gone." He showed her the remains.
"Maybe the worm that infected DaSilva made her kill this one in
self-preservation, and then she killed herself to save us."

Scully massaged her temples and paced, getting an overview of Hodge's body.
"God, do you realize what this means? If we had been out here we might have
been able to prevent this. Two people are dead now because of us."

"If we had been out here we might be dead too."

"You said it yourself -- we were safer in there. We didn't do our jobs, we
lost our focus and we can't ever let this happen again."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying what happened between us cannot be apart of our relationship.
Our partnership means just as much to me, Mulder. I'm saying that what
happened in that room will not happen again. It ends right now."

Three days in quarantine at Doolittle Airfield Base with twenty-seven days
to go and Mulder was already going stir-crazy. He had read every magazine
on the base, completed every crossword puzzle and jumble he was given and
had actually worn out the dog stuck in quarantine with them. He tried to
concentrate on anything but Scully. He knew she had been right about ending
their romantic involvement. It still hurt. Their conversation since their
quarantine had been limited to football trivia and jokes about the rank
food they were given. A discussion about the Icy Cape base being torched
had led to a disagreement and they had quickly dropped the subject.

Mulder was stretched out on a pull-out sofa watching Scully sit at a
student's desk. She was calmly pouring over Hodge and DaSilva's autopsy
reports that were just faxed in.

"They found semen in DaSilva," she looked at Mulder, her reading glasses
slipping down so she could focus better on him. "It was Hodge's."

"Hodge and DaSilva?" So they had listened.

"There's more." She turned back to the report. "Hodge's blood was
contaminated. He was infected."

Mulder sat up. "But DaSilva was the one infected. You saw her."

"They were both infected ... Both of them." The thoughts turned over in her
head. "I can't even begin to explain how they became infected and why we
didn't. However, I think it's safe to say that their having sex was also a
reaction to the worm."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Hodge and DaSilva spent most of their time arguing with each
other, they were fighting constantly. It is possible that their aggression
could have been released through the sex act." Scully took off her glasses
and faced Mulder. "But that doesn't explain our actions, does it? We
weren't infected."

Her words stung. "What do you mean? That we're both so cold we'd have to be
infected with a parasite to want to be together? Or do you mean that we
wound up doin' the ol' bump-n-grind just because we had a fight?"

"I just meant that we momentarily lost our heads, our judgment. It was a
natural reaction to the circumstances. We weren't--"

"--we weren't who *we* were?"

Mulder smiled at Scully's oh so clinical terms. He knew the truth. He knew
what she sounded like underneath him. "You can file what happened under
whatever scientific category you want, you can blame it on the situation,
you can even chalk it up to an

X-File, but I know that you've wanted me as much as I've wanted you. What
happened in that room in the arctic won't happen again, but you can't deny
that we felt a true desire for each other."

"Maybe so, Mulder." Scully turned back to her work. "But we'll just have to
leave it there."

Voila!

Completed March 31, 1996