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From: Jori <damienma@bellsouth.net>
Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 05:30:47 GMT
Subject: NEW: Undone 1/1 post Biogenesis fun

Title: Undone 1/1
Author: Jori 
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. They still belong to CC, 1013, and FOX
Archive: Yes I guess. Why, I don't know . . .
Summary: What drove Mulder to the breaking point? And why was he calling
for Scully all night? Diana Fowley is the answer. My view of the bedroom
scene.
Author's Notes: Okay. Everybody is going to say this episode took place
in May. I'm going to say it takes place in November because that makes
me feel better. Also allows for my mind to fit in Agua Mala. They don't
have hurricanes in February.

Fox Mulder is mine now. In his current condition, I can have him. Again.
He is confused, doesn't know what is happening to him. And the person he
relies on most is over a thousand miles away.

It has been years since we were here before. Right here in this very
apartment. Am I using him? Of course. I was using him then and I am
certainly using him now. Is it my fault Fox is too damn blind to see it?
His little partner can see it, but he can't. I could hear the surprise
in her voice. She was dumbfounded over why I would be in his apartment,
answering his phone. I delight in simply imagining what she is thinking.
Agent Dana Scully isn't needed right now. Not for this. Never for this.
The bitch probably doesn't even know how.

My shirt hits the floor, followed by my pants and hosiery. I wiggle out
of my bra, leaving only my panties. Had I known this opportunity was
going to 'arise,' I would have put on much better lingerie. I have
drawers full of it, and this is what I chose?

He is so tired and his head hurts so much. What makes me think this is
going to work? Probably the fact that he hasn't been laid in years. I
can tell. He is too devoted to finding the truth now. He can find the
truth through me.

I crawl under the down comforter, and move in close to him. Fox is
asleep, finally letting whatever it is that has taken a hold of him rest
for awhile. I've waited years for this.

He has on a t-shirt, and it is soft and smells of him. This whole room
smells of Fox Mulder -- a combination of soap and cologne that is unique
to only him. The only scent missing is the fragrance of sex.

My hand travels up under his shirt, feeling his smooth abdominal muscles
before moving up to his chest. He mutters something in his sleep, and he
rolls towards me. My hand moves lower and lower, moving under the
waistband of his boxers, feeling him move involuntarily under my hand.
He moans a little more, but I can't tell if it is from what I'm doing or
from his head. His other head.

He grows hard under my hand. It was that easy. I knew it would be that
easy. I slip his boxers down as far as I can and I slowly wrap my hand
around him, stroking him in the way I remember he likes. Fox always
liked me jerking him off. I wonder if Agent Scully ever got this far
with him? Probably not.

I burrow under the covers, and take him in my mouth. He moves closer to
me, and pushes my head down further, until he is completely in, hitting
the back of my throat. I remember so well how he tastes, how he moves,
how he smells. He moves his hands from my hair to my breasts, seeking
more and more.

Finally  he pulls me up to his face, but doesn't open his eyes. I lean
in to kiss him, and he opens his mouth under mind. My tongue delves
hungrily into his mouth, wanting to devour him whole.

I move from his mouth to his neck, kissing and licking the slick sweat
that is beginning to form.

"Mmmmm," he moans softly. I'm pleased that I can still make him moan.
"Scully, what are you doing? I wanted you here so badly, Scully. But
Diana showed up."

My tongue stops mid-stroke. Scully? How could he think I was prissy
Agent Scully when I just had my mouth wrapped around his cock?

"Scully, I need you. You've got to help me," he moans loudly.

"Fox, it isn't Scully. It is Diana," I whisper in his ear, hoping that
it is just the 'voices' in his head talking and not him. His eyes open
with an audible snap.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he begins screaming, jerking away from me violently.

"Fox, calm down. What is wrong with you!" I shout at him, hoping he
breaks out of it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he shrieks louder and louder. He covers his ears,
and wails continuously.

"Come on. You have got to stop this. The neighbors are going to think
I'm killing you," I tell him, attempting to cover his mouth with my
hand.

He continues screaming louder and louder, rocking with his head in his
hands. Minutes go by with all my attempts to quiet him failing. A loud
pounding on the door stills him for a second, but he soon starts
screaming and rocking again.

"Fox! Damn it! The cops are here!" I tell him, struggling to put my
clothes on before they break down the door. I run out to the living room
to see the door knob turn, and the building super let in two uniformed
police officers.

"Ma'am, is there a problem here?" one of the officers asks me, looking
me up and down. The other one runs back to the room where Mulder is
still screaming like a banshee. God damn it. What in the hell is his
problem?

"Call for medical help. This man is having a serious breakdown back
here!" the officer shouts from the bedroom. "I need some backup in
here!"

The other officer runs to the bedroom and I can hear things flying. He's
finally gone over the edge. Why now?

I crumple down on the couch, my head now reeling from all the screaming.
Finally, the EMTs arrive to haul him away.

As they make their way out the door, he begins screaming a name. Her
name.

"Scuh-lee!" he shouts as they roll him down the hall. "SCUH-LEE!"

Shit. This didn't work like I expected.

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I stand watching her. Agent Scully and her piercing blue eyes. She
watches Fox on the screen, as he continues to scream. Occasionally, he
even cries her name.

"He asked for you all night," I say to her, wishing I could tell her
exactly what set him off. Maybe someday I will.

The End