From math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!sgigate.sgi.com!nntp.coast.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-5.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!news.fibr.net!nntp.primenet.com!news.cais.net!van-bc!va Mon Jul 1 10:37:39 1996 Article: 20722 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!sgigate.sgi.com!nntp.coast.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-5.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!news.fibr.net!nntp.primenet.com!news.cais.net!van-bc!van.istar!ott.istar!istar.net!newsjunkie.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!prodigy.com!usenet From: XYHJ52F@prodigy.com (J Ll) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: One Wild Night Date: 30 Jun 1996 04:51:40 GMT Organization: Prodigy Services Company 1-800-PRODIGY Lines: 203 Distribution: world Message-ID: <4r514s$u36@usenetw1.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 192.168.254.52 X-Newsreader: Version 1.2 Status: RO I am posting this for the author listed below, as her newsgroup reader messes things up. Please send all feedback to Teall and not to me. ** All characters belong to CC and Fox; no infringement intended**. ONE WILD NIGHT by Teall1@aol.com Part I--PG13 It was dark and rainy. Dana Scully and her partner, Fox Mulder, were wrapping up a case they had been working on for three days now. The FBI’s Xfiles division agents were tired and cold. They had been chasing an animal-like creature, which was responsible for several deaths in the farm areas of Pennsylvania, and were eager to return to their DC homes. However, Mulder had been wounded by the creature and would need to have that attended to before they left. "Mulder?" Scully called as he approached her. The local police were clearing away the remains of the creature and bagging evidence. No one could identify the creature’s breed and the agents were taking it back to DC with them. "Here, Scully," she heard the familiar voice of her partner say. As he sauntered up to her, pretending to be nonchalant, she saw through his facade and noticed the frown of pain on his face. "Mulder, we need to tend to that wound before we get back," she said. He nodded and they drove to a nearby clinic, where Scully cleaned and bandaged it, while Mulder griped about her hurting him. She was amused and irritated at the same time, but they finally got it done and got ready to pick up their evidence for the flight home. After doing this, they boarded the plane. Scully noticed that Mulder appeared a bit uncomfortable and figured it was the wound. When she asked him about it, he admitted it wasn’t great feeling and she gave him some more of the antibiotic which helped him sleep. Upon deplaning and gathering their stuff, Scully insisted Mulder go right to the hospital for a full check up. He argued with her, but gave in, being tired and uncomfortable. They decided to keep him overnight, so she took the evidence to headquarters and went home to bed. In the morning, she went to the hospital to see if Mulder was ready to come home and also to make sure he was suffering no ill effects. "Good morning, Agent Scully," she nurse in charge greeted her. "I’m glad you’re here." "Why? What’s the problem?" Scully asked. "Oh, your partner’s not being a very good patient," the nurse smiled. "He’s grumbling about the scraping we have to do on his wound and muttering about getting out of her." Scully laughed; that sounded like Mulder! "Here, why don’t you let me get the scraping and then I can get him out of you hair. He can leave after that, right?" "Yes, he can, but make sure to put this special antibiotic salve on the wound, before you go. The doctors didn’t find anything abnormal about that wound so far. Whatever you did for him initially, seemed to work." Scully nodded and went into Mulder’s room. "Good morning," she said cheerfully, "I hear you aren’t exactly being a model patient." He scowled . "Scully, I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, with all the poking and prodding. Get me outta here." "Sure thing, Mulder, as soon as we get this tissue scraping and medication on." She came closer to him and said, "pull off your hospital shirt please." He made a face at her, but one look at her expression and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere until he complied. "Yes, ma’am, Dr. Scully," he retorted, stripping off his shirt. She came over to him and looked at the small scab forming from the wound. It was close to his groin area, so she pulled down his hospital pants a bit. With a sharp and small surgical instrument, she leaned over to scrape gently at the tissue. Fox involuntarily flinched at her touch and drew in his breath. "Mulder, I’m sorry; did that hurt?" she asked, concerned. "Hurt? Uh, no," he said, looking flustered. He couldn’t explain to her what the feel of her light touch and that cold instrument did to him, as he tried to put down the thoughts he’d often killed about Dana Scully. This spot was too close to where he "lived" and her touch frazzled him. "Sure?" she asked, "you don’t have to play macho man with me." "I’m fine," he grumbled, "just get this over with and le'ts get the hell outta here!." She shrugged and leaned in toward him again. This time, she scraped a little further and he tried to ignore it, but couldn’t stop squirming. "Mulder, if you don’t hold still, we aren’t leaving here," she said, exasperated with him. To her surprise, he was blushing. "Scully, I’m trying. I'm...uh...a little sensual...I mean... sensitive there." He looked at her mischievously at his slip. She gave him her "Scully" look and told him to shut up and hold still or else. "It’s not so easy, you know.." he began, as she went at him again. This time, she went right to the end of the wound which was right above his crotch area. Fox lost it, barely suppressing a grin, and jumped a mile at her touch so near his maleness. Scully lost her balance and fell onto him and the bed. "Mulder! For God’s sake!" she cried, as the door opened behind her. "Am I interrupting something?" Skinner said, sarcastically. Scully flew up straight, her cheeks burning. Mulder looked down, still grinning. "Sir, no, I was just...uh...tending to Agent Mulder’s wound, sir," Scully barely got out. She was furious with Mulder at this point, although she knew deep down he couldn’t help it. "I see," Skinner said skeptically. "Agent Mulder, you find pain amusing?" "No sir," he replied evenly, "I’m just a little tender there right now." "Really," Skinner answered curtly. "Well, Scully, when you’re done playing with Agent Mulder, I’d like to see you outside?" He turned and left the room. Scully turned toward her partner with murder in her large eyes. He started to talk and she put a small hand up, as if to ward off evil spirits. "Don’t speak to me!" she commanded. She turned and walked toward the door, pausing to throw the tube of salve at him. "Put your own ointment on and be ready when I get back." She heard his maddening laughter as she slammed the door behind her. A few steps down from Mulder’s door, she found Skinner. "Sir?" she said, trying for an air of composure, "you wanted to see me?" But Skinner had other things on his mind than the ridiculous scene with Mulder just now. "Yes, Scully." He lowered his voice. "As I was coming in, I met two of our operatives. They have just told me that there’s a plot centering around Mulder and the evidence you two found. There is a plan to kill him as he leaves the hospital." Scully’s eyes grew large. "I want you to detain him here until I can figure out what to do." "Sir, detaining Mulder is difficult when he makes up his mind to go, " she said cautiously. He frowned at her. "Agent Scully, if you value your partner’s life, you’ll figure it out!" With that, he was gone. Scully paused a moment as she turned toward Mulder’s room. Suddenly, she changed direction. Mulder sat in bed, impatiently waiting to go. He’d gotten the damn salve on and managed to put the unwholesome but tantalizing thoughts about Dana Scully out of his mind for the moment. When she came in, he was relieved to go home. "Ready" he said standing up. She looked up at him a bit hesitantly. "Mulder, I’m afraid we aren’t leaving yet," she began. His green eyes darkened. "What?" he said. She told him about what Skinner had overheard. "Scully, someone always wants to kill me. It’s become my way of life." He was clearly upset. "I need to get out of here, now!" "Mulder, I’m afraid you can’t go anywhere," she said reluctantly. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "I…I had you quarantined," she answered, cringing a bit at his expression, but facing him bravely. "What!" he howled again. "Are you crazy!" "It was the only way I could make sure you would stay here," she explained. "Mulder, it was Skinner’s orders," she attempted to clarify some more, but was rudely interrupted when two orderlies came pushing past her, injection in hand. "Wait, what’s going on here?" she demanded. "We have orders to give him an inoculation because of the quarantine," they replied abruptly, shoving her toward the door. "You’ll have to leave." Scully tried to protest, stating she was his partner and doctor, but she was ignored and shuffled out. She heard Mulder’s yell behind her. "Scully? Scully! Don’t leave me here; don’t do this!" but he was silenced by the shot and her being banished rudely from his room. She stood there trying to gather her thoughts, determined not to leave his side tonight. As she strode toward the nurse’s station, she saw two shadowy figures around the corner. She hid behind the wall and listened. It was the two orderlies! "Do you think Skinner bought our story?" one asked. "Sure he did," the other replied. "And with this drug, all the fight will be gone from Mulder. The restructuring of his memory can take place without a hitch. The RT15 will keep him happy for a while." Scully’s heard was pounding; RT15? What was that drug? It had to be something from the FBI’s own stock. Making a mental note to find out what it was, she knew she had to get Mulder out of here somehow. Whirling around and thinking fast, she slipped into the supply room and donned a lab coat. Then, she snuck over to the station and called a Code Blue for a room a few doors down from Mulder. As everyone rushed off, she dashed into his room and attempted to rouse him. He was in a stupor but not totally gone, and she slipped on his shoes and jacket over his hospital clothes, grabbing the rest of his clothing on their way out. "Mulder? Mulder, come on, we have to get you out of here!" she whispered in a panic. He somehow managed to sit up but weighed heavily on her. She quickly led him down the hall to the back door, muttering to passersby about an emergency transfer and an ambulance. As they slipped out the back, she pushed him onto her front seat and sped off, amazed she got him out here at all. As they drove, Mulder slumped over and muttered in his induced sleep. When they went over a bump, he appeared to wake up a bit and smiled a goofy grin at her, dropping his head on her chest. Oh fine, she thought, trying to shove him back and drive at the same time. Mulder was totally wacked, leering at her, but she finally moved him over and the car ride lulled him back to sleep. Scully drove to a nearby town and checked into a small, out-of-the way motel. Mulder was pretty out of it, but fortunately was ambulatory, as she walked him crookedly and slowly into the room. He flopped down on the bed and was apparently out of it again. She paced back and forth, fretting about the drug he’d had. She then placed a call to her friend in the lab and asked for some information on RT15. After what seemed like an eternity, she received a call back and was told it was a strong hallucinogen which would wear off eventually. It had no ill effects in itself, but it rendered the person given it, totally defenseless and with no inhibitions whatsoever. Scully hung up and decided to make Mulder as comfortable as she could, since she had gotten him into this. She tried to call Skinner, but got no answer. End Part One. From math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!newsjunkie.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!prodigy.com!usenet Mon Jul 1 10:37:39 1996 Article: 20724 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!newsjunkie.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!prodigy.com!usenet From: XYHJ52F@prodigy.com (J Ll) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: One Wild Night/Part II--NC-17 Date: 30 Jun 1996 05:02:54 GMT Organization: Prodigy Services Company 1-800-PRODIGY Lines: 117 Distribution: world Message-ID: <4r51pu$j26@usenetw1.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 192.168.254.52 X-Newsreader: Version 1.2 Status: RO Am posting for someone else. All feedback to author below please. **All characters belong to CC and Fox; no infringement intended.** ONE WILD NIGH...by Teall1@aol.com Part II-NC17. Scully went over to the bed where Mulder lay in his stupor. He appeared to be breathing easier though and not quite as out of it. She leaned over him and pulled his shoes off, then started to slip off his jacket. Mulder smiled drunkenly and muttered, trying to pull away. She persisted, feeling how warm he was. She got hold of his sleeve and bent over him to get the rest. Mulder still moved around and he mumbled softly…. "Oh, yea...baby." Oh great, Scully thought, he thinks he’s in one of his videos. She dismissed his ramblings and finally got his coat off, leaving him in his lovely hospital garb. As she pulled the sheet up over him, he opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed her, planting a sloppy but sensual kiss on her lips. For a moment, Scully was totally stunned. Then common sense took over and she pulled herself free. Mulder struggled to hold on to her and she in turn struggled to get away. Shit, he was strong even drugged! Fine, I am now going to be raped by my partner, who is injected with a hallucinogen that just happens to have aphrodisiac effects on him. She tried to get away, but Mulder had a hold on her and was trying to kiss her again. Scully began to have weird feelings and she noticed that Mulder’s hospital garb had untied and pulled open ,revealing his gorgeous body. Scully couldn’t take her eyes off his muscles and for a wild second, she wondered what it would be like to touch that silky, tan skin. Get a life! she said to herself out loud. They did this dance for a few minutes, but Mulder appeared to be feeling stronger than before. His hands seemed to be everywhere suddenly and Scully was beginning to lose her battle with common sense. As she moved against him, he became more aroused and Scully’s eyes were drawn to his huge erection. God, he was hung, she said, drawing in her own breath sharply. Hey, this is Mulder, your partner, her conscience told her. Mulder was kissing her and caressing her breasts through her thin blouse, and suddenly, Scully began to shiver. Well, he's out of it anyway....what the hell? He won’t even remember this! Appalled by her own thoughts, but unable to stop herself from touching Mulder’s body, she gave herself up to the feelings he was evoking, although he appeared to be unaware of who she actually was. As she lowered herself to him, he looked full at her for a moment. "Scully?’ he breathed..."wha..." then he lost himself again. Making sure he was still too out of it to really recognize her again, she let herself stroke his chest and upper torso. Mulder shifted and moaned softly. Scully knew she was unable to stop herself now, as he grew frenzied, his lips and hands finding all her most private places and literally attacking them. Gently, she pushed him back and gazed down at his handsome but dazed face. She removed her blouse, bra, and skirt, and laid down on top of him. Slowly, she gave herself over to things she had always wanted to do, but had pushed aside. Starting with his ears, she licked and kissed every inch of him, pausing to nibble his neck and nipples, as this appeared to really turn him on. He kept trying to grope her and she kept pushing him back against the pillows. By the time she kissed his stomach and thighs, he was crazy with desire and arched himself up to her, grabbing her roughly. Scully finally allowed herself the pleasure of grasping his manhood in her hands and then in her mouth. She worked him over, sucking his penis and massaging his balls at the same time. Mulder was unbelievably turned on, muttering , "Oh God," over and over, clutching her fiercely closer. Scully was pretty hot herself ; she tore off her own panties, lowering herself onto him slowly. She rode him wildly, his shaft penetrating her more deeply than she had dreamed imaginable. Once again, he opened his eyes and murmured her name...a rippled of fear and excitement ran through her, but she soon realized he had no idea of what was really going on and was responding to animal instincts. Indeed, his moans and cries were totally animalistic and drove her crazy. He kept it up, as the fever built. She reached her climax and he soon reached his, her cries drowned out by his hoarse yell in the night. She collapsed on top of him; he was already slipping out of it again, but breathing hard. Panting a bit herself, she lay there, shaken. Man, what an erotic encounter! Scully had never experienced anything quite like it before. Finally after about ten minutes, she lifted herself off of him and went to clean up. Then, she wet a towel and sponged off his body, again marveling at it and the wonder of what had just happened. Mulder began to move under her attentions, unbelievable as it was, but she evaded him. She hadn’t the energy for that again and she knew Mulder couldn’t handle it either in his condition, however tempting the memory of their recent interaction was. Boy, this drug was something, though! Finally, she fell into a light sleep, waking every so often to check his vitals. When morning dawned, she was startled by her cell phone. It was Skinner. "Sir," she began, telling him everything. He was furious and said he was having the two operatives picked up immediately. Of course, they would deny everything, but he wasn’t letting them out until he knew his crack agent would be safe. When they hung up, Fox was stirring. "Oh, man..." he groaned. "What happened? How did we get here?" He looked up. "Scully?" he whispered in the exact tone he had used last night. Scully couldn’t help herself; she blushed deeply. He stared at her. "Scully? What’s wrong? What happened?" She shrugged. "You were ill; they drugged you and I brought you here to keep you safe. That’s all." She couldn’t meet his eyes. He knew something more had gone on. "What else? What are you not telling me?" Fox sat up and shook his head. "Shit, my head feels like a tank drove over it. What went on here?" Scully told him the details, leaving out their sensual experience. But, she blushed again thinking of it. He took her arm, sending shivers up and down her. "Did I hurt you in any way? You seem hesitant somehow." He was so sweet, so concerned. Was he the same wild man from last night? "I’m ok, Mulder. But you were pretty out of it. Skinner has picked up those two and is keeping them locked up. We can go when you’re feeling better." She helped him get up and gave him his clothes. He dressed quickly, while she paid the bill. Then she went out to pull up the car. As they drove off, Mulder rested his head on the seat. He had his eyes closed and looked peaceful, though tired. Scully smiled to herself. This had meant little to either one emotionally, since Mulder was so drugged. But, some day when she was feeling low, she could take this memory out and relive the fantasy...God, what a night! As she stared at the rode, Fox slept peacefully beside her , a contented smirk on his handsome face.