From: Xfileschild1013@aol.com
Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 01:35:30 EST
Subject: Something Worth Fighting For   By: Rebekah
Source: direct

Title: Something Worth Fighting For
Parts: 1/1
Name: Rebekah
Address: xfiles child1013@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takes place after 'Demons.'  Mulder seeks Scully for 
comfort, Scully comes away with something worth fighting for.
Spoiler: After the episode Demons- Season 4
Keywords: Scully/Mulder Romance
Disclaimer:
I am only borrowing them I swear...Mulder and Scully belong to 
Chris Carter, Fox, and Ten Thirteen Productions.  I am not 
making a dime.  I am just a poor college student with too much 
time on my hands.
Archive: Sure, just e-mail me and let me know where you are 
taking it too.
Notes:
This is the first Fan Fic I have ever posted.  I have written 
Fan Fic, but I have never shared it.  I got inspired to write 
this story while sitting in my Child Development class. Hey, 
inspiration can hit you anywhere.  I dedicate this story to 
Michael (my other half), and my friends: Kristen, Chris, and 
Rebecca
E-Mail me and tell me what you think.

Something Worth Fighting For: 

Scully digs into her pocket and extracts the key to her hotel 
room.  As she is pushing open the door she thought she heard 
Mulder say something, as he was going into his own room.  She 
was too tired to respond, instead proceeding into her room and 
throwing herself down onto the bed.  She cursed her body for 
being so weak.  With the cancer rapidly invading her, she is not 
the same active person she used to be, now she was the type that 
got exhausted from climbing a flight of stairs.  She didn't know 
how much longer she could join Mulder on all of his wild goose 
chases, chasing after shadow men, and alien space crafts.  This 
thought ate away at her, being with Mulder brought her such joy, 
if you take that away, she might as well be dead.  While lying 
on her bed staring at the ceiling, as if it possessed the 
answers to cure her, she heard a faint sound, the sound of water 
running.  She determined it had to be coming from Mulder's room.  
As she lay their listening to the faint sounds of his shower she 
let her mind wander back to the events of the day.  When she 
first found Mulder, disoriented and naked, she had been so 
worried.  What had happened to him?  Why was he covered in 
blood?  As she reached to give him a towel to dry off, she 
couldn't help but notice his very pronounced feature(if you know 
what I mean).  Of course she was worried for him, but she wasn't 
blind either.  Scully laid there for what seemed forever going 
over every intricate detail of the case, in her mind.  As hard 
as she tried to make sense of the day, the image of Mulder naked 
kept on popping in her head.  The it happened, out of the blue, 
she started picturing herself with him.  Holding him, caressing 
every inch of his hard body.  The flame in her abdomen begin to 
rise at the thoughts of Mulder, as her lover, invaded her 
thoughts.  She had to stop thinking of him like this, she was a 
professional.  Besides, if anything did happen between her and 
Mulder, it would only worsen the inevitable, her eventual death. 
At this thought she heard a knock at the adjoining doors.  The 
sudden invasion of a loud sound into her thoughts startled her 
and caused her to jump.  She quickly proceeded to the door, 
knowing exactly who it was, the very person she was thinking 
about, in a not so partner like way.  Opening the door, she 
couldn't help but notice how unbelievable Mulder looked.  He was 
wearing a tight white t-shirt, that showed off his muscles very 
well, jeans, and his hair was wet, but towel dried.  He had a 
single drop of water slowly making it's way down the side of his 
face.  Scully reached up with her index finger and gently wiped 
it away.  The feel of Mulder's skin against her finger sent a 
wave a tremors throughout her body.  It always amazed her, how 
one little touch, could light such a big fire of passion inside 
her.  Maybe it was just her, but as she touched him, she swore 
she saw the look of desire lingering in his hazel eyes.  She 
pulled her hand back down to her side, with it, ignoring her 
desire to wrap her arms around him and never let go.  "I am 
sorry did I wake you,"  Mulder asked, the look of worry plainly 
displayed on his face.  Ever since she was diagnosed with cancer 
people treated her like a porcelain doll, not like the gun 
totting FBI agent she really was.  This angered her, she had 
worked her butt off to prove she was just as tough as the guys 
at the bureau, then some disease begins to attack your body and 
you are no longer kick butt, you are now 'fragile: handle with 
care.'  She couldn't blame Mulder for his worry, he always 
worried about her.  "No, I'm fine, I was just resting," she 
assured him.  Mulder stepped around her and entered her room, 
plopping himself down onto her bed.  She closed the door behind 
her, then looked at him, waiting for him to start talking. He 
started rather shakily, "Do you think that my mom knew, do you 
think she knew that they were going to take Samantha, before it 
happened?"  At this rare show of his emotions, she sat next to 
him and placed her hand on his back, rubbing slow circles, 
trying to comfort him, comfort the demons that plagued his mind.  
"What did your mother say when you confronted her this 
afternoon?" she inquired while still rubbing her hand on his 
back, She felt the muscles in his back tighten against her palm.  
"It is what she didn't say," he started, "she danced around my 
question, never really answering it, then she smacked me."  
Scully's eyes widened, the thought of Mrs. Mulder having any 
violent outburst towards her only remaining child, was a shock 
to her.  Mulder went on explaining the test that were preformed 
on him, and the things he remembered due to his treatments.  As 
Scully listened to him talk about his sister, and the pain of 
not knowing where she was, she couldn't help but feel sorry for 
him.  She couldn't possibly imagine having to grow up in house, 
like the Mulder's, where something so tragic happened, and there 
were no reasons why.  Scully's hand slowly left his back and she 
placed it on the top of his thigh and gave it a little pat, to 
assure him that she would always be there for him.  Even if it 
was only a false hope, she can't be there forever, but she will 
stay with him until the cancer wins, and she takes her last 
breath.  He continues to talk, going on about how he is going to 
make 'them' pay, about how they had to pay for ruining his life 
and taking Samantha away from him and for hurting her.  As he 
talking she can't help herself, her hand, which is still on his 
thigh, begins to make lazy circles.  Scully loves the feel of 
his muscles against the sensitive skin of her finger tips, his 
leg muscles contract from the contact her hand is making.  She 
allows herself to enjoy the feeling, unsure of how long she has 
left, she has to enjoy the moment.  Hopefully the feeling that 
his leg muscles make against her palm, is a pleasant memory she 
will be able to keep with her when she finally leaves this 
world.  Scully begins to let her mind slip back into the 
thoughts she was having earlier.  She imagined that there were 
no barriers between them, the route she would take her hands as 
she tantalized his body with her touch.  Somewhere during the 
course of her deep meditation on Mulder's body, he had stopped 
talking, completely.  When she finally realized this she dropped 
her hand back into her lap, as a rose color of embarrassment 
crept up her face.  "Look, at me, " Mulder pleaded.  He placed 
two fingers under her chin and lift her head to meet his gaze.  
She couldn't believe she was massaging Mulder's thigh, and while 
he was emotionally hurting, she took advantage of him while he 
was vulnerable.  What kind of person did that make her.  As her 
eyes locked with his, she saw love and desire staring back at 
her.  She didn't know what to say or how to respond, she 
couldn't stop starring into his eyes, she became lost in the 
dark orbs of desire.  Mulder's hand gently traced the side of 
her face, while he lowered his lips to meet hers.  She couldn't 
believe this was happening.  One side of her begged her to put 
an end to this to stop the kiss before it was too late.  The 
other half of her wanted to rip of her clothes and have Mulder, 
they way she always wanted him.  The kiss intensified, his 
tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, she moaned in response 
to what he was doing to her.  When they finally broke for air, 
Scully asked him the question that plagued her mind, "Why me? I 
am damaged goods, you could do so much better."  Mulder held her 
hand and gently kissed her palm, he responded softly to her 
question, "I love you, you are the only one I would ever want to 
be with.  You make me a whole person."  A tear streamed down 
Scully's face, and Mulder wiped it away with a chaste kiss.  "I 
love you too," she responded.  With that, Mulder kissed her 
again, with a passion that four years of a secret love for her 
had stored up.  As Mulder kissed her, she knew she wasn't going 
to give into the disease that was taking over her body, she had 
too much to live for.  She was loved, by the only man she had 
ever truly wanted to be with, she had someone to come home too. 

THE END

"Put on something black and sexy, and get ready to do some 
poaching"

-Fox Mulder