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vii. finale



The hour was late, the lights were dimmed. There was no one in the building, even more so because it was a Friday. The only ones still around were soon-to-be-ex-agents Scully and Mulder, packing up their things, dragging out their last day as long as possible.

It had been several days since the X files had been officially shut down by Deputy Director Kersh. Again. They hadn’t technically been fired, but without the X files they’d both agreed they were finished being FBI agents. For the first time, Scully was certain it was truly the end.

Mulder refused to allow her to carry a single box, insisting on bringing all eleven up one at a time to the parking garage. She pointed out that if falling down a garbage chute didn’t harm their little uber-Scully then carrying a box of office paraphernalia wouldn’t hurt either, but he wouldn’t take any chances. She and this baby were his newest project, his newest obsession, and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to either of them on his watch. For the first time in a long time she felt genuinely happy, so she allowed him the protectiveness she’d gotten used to over the years.

When everything was loaded into the car and only the empty office remained, Mulder stood in the middle of the room and took it all in.

“Are you going to be okay?” Scully asked, coming up behind him. Her small arms encircled his torso, flat palms pressing up into his chest, her cheek resting between his shoulder blades. Age had not diminished Fox Mulder; by all accounts it had only enhanced his physique. Holding him only accentuated her certainty that, despite the horrors she’d been through in her life, she was still the luckiest woman in the world. To have him by her side, to experience firsthand the kind of love she’d only dreamt about her entire life. They truly had gone through hell and back with each other.

His hand reached up to cover hers and he took it and kissed it. Neither knew what their future held, exactly, especially now that the X files were done. All of it was indeed a leap of faith as she had predicted in that church.

“I’m going to be just fine, Scully,” he said, his voice echoing around the walls of their office. He turned around to face her. “It’s just a little bittersweet. This was my life for so long.” He squeezed her hand. “ Our life for so long.”

“It’s good to let go, Mulder,” she said. She was learning this in a rather difficult way over the past few days, but it was the truth.

“You’re right. And I’m sorry you’re stuck with such a pariah.”

Her call to Tad O’Malley had been the last straw for Kersh. And it only further painted Mulder as a conspiracy nut in the eyes of everyone who knew him, or knew of him. She felt bad about that, but she knew deep down he didn’t care what others thought, so neither did she.

“This news may come as a shock to you, Mulder, but I’ve been stuck with a pariah for twenty five years,” she laughed. He laughed back as she draped her wrists around his neck. She wasn’t wearing heels today and it was a long way up. “It's a good thing you’re so damn good-looking.”

He grinned and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back to look at him adoringly, and as she did so his eyes looked over her shoulder.

“Crap. Where’s my jacket?” His eyes had landed on the coat rack, which was empty.

“Um,” Scully said helpfully.

“Where were we last?” he asked.

She thought for a second. “Maybe the firing range, when we turned in our weapons? But I doubt we can get in now.”

He took her hand. “Let’s go find out.”

They walked the halls they’d been down so many times together in the past, hand in hand. It suddenly occurred to her they’d never actually walked through the Hoover building holding hands. For so long, every time they were here together they had some reason or other to hide how they felt. She squeezed his hand, letting it in: they didn’t have to hide anymore. Ever again.

The door to the firing range was unlocked, and Mulder held it open for her as they walked inside. He located his jacket on a bench and slipped into it as she wandered up and down the shooting stalls, taking stock. She really had loved being an FBI agent. And she loved it here, too. She’d always been a good shot and she owed it to this place.

Mulder came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Too bad the weapons are locked up. I’d let you show me up at the range one last time.”

“You’d let me?” she asked incredulously, turning around to face him. He shrugged.

“Sure. I only pretended to be a worse shot than you all these years. Because you’re a girl, and all.” He grinned and she scrunched up her face, knowing he was joking, but still somehow wanting him to pay for his comment.

“You’d better watch that talk,” she said warningly. “I may not work for the Bureau anymore but the skill isn’t going to go away.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you gonna do, shoot me, Scully?”

She shook her head no. “I would never,” she smiled, both of them well aware she’d already done that once. “But I can still make you pay.”

She looked up at him, knowing what would happen next. They were completely, utterly alone in here. It was the kind of scenario rife with sexual tension, bubbling over with mischievous intent.

They were leaving, perhaps forever. No time like the present.

Her hands moved down to his belt and she unbuckled it quickly, so he wouldn’t have any time to comprehend, any time to react, any time to protest. His fly was down and her hand was wrapped around him before he even knew what she was doing. It had happened so fast he wasn’t even hard yet, but she knew she could fix that.

“Hey, Mulder,” she purred as she stroked him gently, fingers ghosting along his length as he sprung to life in her warm hand. His eyebrow went up because even though she’d already clued him in to her intentions, he knew exactly what those two specific words uttered in that specific way meant.

“Really? In here?” he replied.

She nodded. “For old time’s sake?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, Scully,” he grinned, and he leaned down to take her lips in his, fingers combing through her hair as she took him fully into her hand and stroked him slowly at first, then faster and faster. He groaned in pleasure as her ministrations brought him to attention much quicker than a man his age had a right to be.

There wasn’t anyone around, but she backed him into Stall 3 anyway, the narrow enclosure guarding them from the nobody who was watching.

“Scully…” he moaned, gripping her shoulders.

“Remember the first time we were here together?” she asked after a few moments, feeling him rapidly-increasing in hardness beneath her fingers. She didn’t think he would remember, but she certainly did. They’d only been to the range together a handful of times over the years.

“I don’t… shit. Scully, I can’t even remember my name right now,” he mumbled as he rolled his head backwards, bumping it against the wall with an ouch.

“It’s Fox Mulder,” she declared.

“Thank you.”

“That first time, we were discussing Robert Modell, remember?”

“Um…” he whined.

“You were eating sunflower seeds the entire time. All I could do was stare at your mouth.”

His eyes were closed and he dropped his head back down, opening them, looking at her. “I was?”

She nodded. “You’re good with your mouth, Mulder.”

“I like to think so.”

“But you know who else is good with her mouth?” she asked, rising up onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“Dear god, I hope you’ll tell me,” he groaned.

She didn’t want to tell him. She wanted to show him. So she pushed him back against the wall of the stall and knelt down in front of him, pulling his jeans down to his knees. He was sufficiently hard at this point, and his cock throbbed beneath his boxers, jutting out almost comically. She slowly pulled the waistband down and placed a kiss on the very tip before her tongue began to lubricate his shaft. His head then bumped against the wall again as she dove in completely, taking his entire length into her mouth. She moved up and down on him, over and over, his taste and warmth and rigor absolute heaven.

She swirled her tongue around, feeling every inch as he moved ever so slightly within her mouth, clearly enjoying every second. She pulled his jeans down just enough to get her hands around his perfect ass and squeeze as she devoured him.

He moaned her name and she wondered why they’d never done this before, how she could never have blown him in any other area of this building besides the office. She knew why, but it seemed stupid now. And tonight was their last chance.

“Scully…” he placed a hand on top of her head and she withdrew, slowly. She knew his every sound by now, and that particular “Scully” meant he needed her to stop because he didn’t want to finish quite yet. She smiled to herself as she looked around the range and the image of a gun going off couldn’t keep itself from entering her mind.

She had fully intended on finishing him off here and now, but now that she knew he had other plans she was eager to know them. She pulled up his shorts, possessively grabbing him through the fabric as if to say mine. “Still have something to say about my marksmanship?” she asked.

“No. You’re the queen,” he said, sweat beading on his brow. “You win everything, forever.”

“That’s more like it,” she laughed. He leaned down to kiss her and pushed her across the stall into the other side, grinding his erection into her hip. After a few moments, however,  he pulled back.


“Mulder,” she parroted, not knowing why he stopped.

“I think… yeah, I think I want to go somewhere else now.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Can you? In your... condition?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. “You kissing Skinner. You kissing Skinner.” A grin slowly spread across his face and he looked down, then back up, triumphantly. “Huh?” he grinned proudly, making a drooping gesture with his finger. “Works like a charm.”

She crossed her arms across her chest. “All that work for nothing?”

“It wasn’t nothing, Scully. It was awesome. Okay, come on,” he said, and she wanted to laugh at his childlike exuberance. Fifty-six years old and he could still on occasion channel the young man she met in this very building all those years ago. He took her hand and they left the shooting range. He led her down dark hallways and up staircases and she wasn’t really sure where they were headed anymore, but she knew when they got there she’d be rewarded. With Mulder, she could certainly count on that.

He came to a set of double doors and pushed them open with flair, and she could hear a familiar echo before they entered and knew exactly where they were. They walked inside the two story basketball court, their steps echoing loudly. He pulled her directly to center court and there they stood facing each other.

“Before you say anything, you should know I’ve always wanted to kiss you here,” he revealed.

“Really? Here?”

He nodded. “I would never have admitted this before but… I burned off quite a bit of tension in this place, if you catch my drift.”

She grinned. “Well, wish granted.” She grabbed him by his leather jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. It felt stupidly romantic and she smiled as she kissed him.

“Hey Scully,” he growled after they pulled back for breath. “You wanna go one on one?”

“Mulder, I...” she said skeptically. The place was deserted, and she wasn’t necessarily afraid of getting caught. But in the center of a basketball court? The exposure alone was daunting.

She didn’t have much time to consider, for as quickly as she’d pounced on him earlier, he was on his knees, working at her jeans button and zipper. He slid them nearly to the ground and his mouth began teasing her through the damp fabric of her underwear before she even had a chance to protest.

Her hands went to his head, grabbing his hair roughly as she reacted, no real intention of making him stop. It was his tongue that did things to her, yes, but it was also this situation, and what he’d just revealed to her. Being sexual with him here, in a space he’d spent time in, a space he’d previously only shared with men. His nose was buried in her crotch and she knew he was inhaling her scent, her femininity, as if he wanted to drown in it. Something about it made her euphoric and her knees felt weak.

Her rational mind attempted to break through. “No…” she whimpered unconvincingly.

“Yes,” he said resolutely. He could always tell when she didn’t mean it. And she didn’t mean it.

She slid down, slowly, and he guided her to the floor. She laid back as he swiftly removed her jeans completely, leaving her panties in place, perhaps to spare her a modicum of comfort in this decidedly vulnerable position. She was keenly aware this probably wasn’t the cleanest place to be doing this but she didn’t give a shit at the moment.

“Oh, god, Mulder,” she moaned, and her voice echoed around the court as he teased her entrance softly with his finger tips. He then swept aside her panties and slid two fingers inside her, reaching all the way back in search of that ever elusive spot.

He found it.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” she screamed, loudly, the word thrown around the auditorium like her favorite team had scored. And maybe it had. He’d barely touched her when her legs began to shake and she gripped his other hand, her orgasm slamming into her like a Mack truck. She started to scream again but he stopped her with his mouth as he leaned down over her, continuing to stroke inside her as she rode it out. She was momentarily grateful she’d come so quickly, considering the state of exposure they were in. Now they could get out of here.

But Mulder seemed to have other plans.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he said, smiling, as she panted softy. As he moved back, his head between her knees, he planted a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh and began to move back down below. Before she could protest, as if she would protest, he’d thrown her legs over his shoulders and was upon her with his mouth like a handful of his precious seeds. She grinned and went with it. At this point, what was the point of resisting?

“Something’s different,” she heard his muffled voice from below.

She craned her head up to look. “What, bad different?”

“Mm-mm,” he replied, thankfully in the negative. “Never bad. Just… different.”

She assumed the pregnancy could be affecting her taste. After Henrico County all those weeks ago, sex had certainly been added to the menu, so to speak. But it wasn’t until the last couple weeks when they’d truly reunited that it had been happening regularly. He’d always been very orally attentive, but even so, she was touched that he was so attuned to her flavor he would notice such a change after so many years of going without.

She didn’t want to think about the time they spent apart right now, so she focused on his mouth as he worked his tongue up and down and every which way. She squirmed and bucked beneath him as she felt a second orgasm approaching quicker than she thought scientifically possible.

Mulder…” she loved saying his name during sex almost as much as she suspected he enjoyed hearing it. Her knees locked around his neck as she came, and she pulled him up, grabbing his face with her hands and kissing him deeply. As they kissed he reached down to pull her jeans back on, cognizant of her desire for an ounce of discretion. She smiled at his thoughtfulness.

He propped his body over hers by planting an arm on either side of her as not to crush her into the hard court surface. When he looked down into her eyes she felt an overwhelming surge of love for this man, this man who’d literally gone to the ends of the earth for her. Suddenly she was so grateful for his endless generosity she felt a strong urge to make what she knew had to be a fantasy of his come true.

She pushed his chest gently and he sat back, letting her flip him onto his back, and she was pleased to find him still hard as a rock underneath his jeans. She loved the way pleasing her turned him on so much, and she decided right then and there to finish what she’d started back at the firing range, regardless of any resistance he might have. She unsheathed him from his clothing and took him into her hand.

“Wait, Scully,” he said, but she didn’t wait. They were both going to take what they wanted tonight. She gripped him firmly at the base of his cock and slid her mouth over him once again, bobbing up and down, running her tongue all over him. He made the sounds she loved so much and as she heard him she felt her own insides pounding again, all of this such a turn on, everything about it. She blamed the pregnancy, because she could. She remembered very well how it had been the the first time around, and in gleeful anticipation she realized they had months of this ahead of them this time; months and months of these moments to share, time they didn’t have together before.

She smiled as she thought of this, and as she did so her teeth began to lightly graze his shaft and he flinched.

“Sorry,” she attempted to say with her mouth full. He was pulsating on her tongue and she knew he was so, so close. Just as she was about to switch techniques she heard him utter his usual polite warning but she didn’t need it. He came with a shudder, emptying directly into her mouth and she let him, feeling his warmth trickle down her throat. Leaving evidence behind wasn’t the greatest idea, she figured, and she was happy to oblige.

She tucked him back into his shorts and moved slowly up to rest her chin on his chest, which was still rising and falling with the aftermath of his pleasure. He laughed softly as he rubbed her back.

“Wow, Scully,” he breathed. “I think- yeah, I think this might be the greatest day of my life.”

“You’re welcome.”

He laughed again and they lay there together across the basketball court floor, her chin tucked into his chest, her arm draped over his stomach.

“So we got H and O. And R. Think we can get S and E too?” he winked.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” she said. “But I think this poor basketball court has seen enough.”

They lay there together for several minutes, her previous urgency scattered to the winds. This is it, she thought. These moments were the ones she wanted to remember, and they weren’t getting any younger. She wanted to let it all in. So she breathed in his scent deeply as they lay there, listening to the hollow sounds of basketballs bouncing and nets swishing and sneakers squeaking she could hear clearly right now only in her mind.

“This is not how I thought our last day would go, Mulder,” she chuckled after a while.

“Me neither,” he agreed. “It’s been much better than I imagined.” He turned to look at her, and moved a strand of hair from her eyes in that tender way she was used to. “But that’s how it goes whenever I’m with you, Scully. Always better than I imagined.”

She smiled, thinking of the thousands of times she imagined the unimaginable with Mulder over the years. It was almost unimaginable they’d come this far, now that she thought about it. She leaned over to kiss him again, thinking it was just going to be a quick peck and then they’d get up, take the elevator to the lobby for the last time, and walk out of this building forever.

But that wasn't what happened. The kiss deepened, further and further until she knew they were headed once more for the unimaginable.

She hooked a leg over his and grinded against him in an effort to relieve some of the tension rising within her, tension she knew could only be dealt with in one way.

She moaned into his mouth, and reached down to paw at his jeans, feeling the evidence of his burgeoning arousal beneath them, already, thanking God for his impressive refractory period at his age.

"Really, Scully?” he laughed. “Aren’t you exhausted?” While she was indeed exhausted, and appreciated his consideration all the same, she knew this was going to happen come hell or high water. The pregnancy hormones were strong.

“It’s the last time,” she whispered roughly. “The last time we will ever get to fuck as FBI agents. Ever.”

His eyes widened at her insistence. “Are you sure about this?”

She narrowed her eyes, suddenly so insanely aroused she had no clue where it came from. “Mulder. I’m fifty fucking four years old and I’m going to have your baby. We are doing this.”

His eyebrow arched and he grinned. “Well, say no more. The mother of my child gets whatever she wants.” He went in for more and they writhed together on the floor like a couple of horny teenagers, and while this debauchery excited and thrilled her, above anything else she just felt gloriously, mindlessly happy. It was such a nice feeling after so much grief and trauma. They deserved it.

Suddenly he pulled away from her lips, his eyes darting around the room, and she looked up at him in confusion.

“What is it?” she asked.

He looked around. “This isn’t right, Scully. We shouldn’t do this here,” he said.

“What? What are you talking about?” Mulder never gave a shit about rules or propriety or anything else for that matter, especially considering what they’d just done. She was reminded of a younger, different version of herself telling him nearly the exact same thing eighteen years ago the first time they did this. She’d been so closed off to him then. Their sexual relationship was so new; they were making up rules and breaking them down, like their own walls, one by one. But things were different here and now. Why was he holding back?

"Yes, we should,” she said, her hands stroking his cheeks, feeling his sandpapery skin, wishing they could stop arguing about this so she could feel him between her legs already. “We definitely should, Mulder.”

“No, Scully… I feel very strongly about this. If this is going to be our last time here, we need to go out with a bang.”

She looked at him, knowing he had something already in mind. “What are you up to, Mulder?” she asked suspiciously.

He got up and pulled her to her feet with that smile she knew could convince her of anything if she let it. She stumbled a bit, her legs still wobbly from two orgasms. Without warning, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, leaving the basketball court behind, radiating with the energy they’d bequeathed it.

He carried her down the hall into the elevator and from her angle she couldn’t see which button he pressed. But as the elevator rose higher and higher, she started to realize where he was headed.

“Mulder. No.”

“Scully. Yes.”


They walked out into a familiar but empty hallway, the energy saving lights making it dim and eerie. From her dangling vantage point she could see the tile sweep by beneath her. She knew this path, they’d walked it together so many times. Except this time, the usual dread was replaced with an inexplicable eager anticipation.

Were they really going to do this?

He plopped her down unceremoniously next to the door. She looked at the nameplate, even though she already knew what it would say.

Alvin Kersh, Deputy Director.

Mulder opened the door and stepped inside Kersh’s secretary’s office, and as he moved towards the door to Kersh’s she pulled on his arm in a slight sudden panic.

“Mulder!” He stopped at the door and she stood, arms akimbo. “No.” She planned to fight him on this, to be the sane one, the voice of reason. In her mind there was no chance this would actually happen, no way, no how.

But then, as he looked into her eyes, she physically felt her resolve turn to mush. What if this did happen? The images poured forth into her mind and she couldn’t help it. The idea of the two of them fucking on their boss’s desk made her wet.

“He’ll never even know, Scully.”

She looked at him as dozens of reprimands went flashing through her mind: Kersh gleefully shutting down the X files over and over. Refusing to respect Mulder’s work time and time again, even when faced with the truth. His constant disavowal of anything they uncovered in their entire time working together. In the end he’d been an ally, but it took him far too long. And he could still be a major prick.

Maybe he kind of deserved it. Just a little.

Her skeptical eyebrow lowered and a tiny smile tugged at her mouth. “How would we even get inside?” she asked, slowly and deliberately.

His face broke into a grin she hadn't seen in years. This was snooping around in a haunted house, or a top secret government facility all over again. Except with sex. Another wave of heat coursed through her body.

“Let’s let fate decide,” he grinned, reaching down for the doorknob. He jiggled it fruitlessly and a look of abject disappointment crossed his face. She couldn’t help but feel her stomach drop and in that moment realized just how much she’d actually wanted to do this.

She couldn’t hide her expression as she reached for the doorknob and she should have seen this coming, as it easily turned and clicked open. The door swung inward and she turned to see his shit eating grin.

“I had you big time,” he smirked, with a couple eyebrow darts to sweeten the punchline.

Placing both hands on his chest, she pushed him backwards into the office, and he laughed as she kicked the door shut behind them. Kersh’s office was neat and tidy, a stark contrast to their previously busy basement. The walls were adorned with bookcases and everything was orderly and… well, mature. It felt really, really naughty even being in here by themselves. She remembered the last time they were in here, getting berated about Skinner’s disappearance.

Their tongues met roughly, thrusting in and out with hot panting breaths. A cacophony of moans echoed inside the office, their hunger for each other their primary focus. She could hardly breathe with the intensity of the kiss, and she tilted her head backwards as he sucked on her neck.

She spun him around and pushed him backwards into Kersh’s large mahogany desk, stripping his leather jacket off his shoulders and tossing it aside. His gray T shirt came next and as she lifted it up over his head its glorious Mulder scent washed over her in waves, his aftershave, his sweat, the house, Daggoo, everything that meant home to her. She brought it to her face and inhaled deeply, her eyes peeking over it at him, communicating to him that no matter what happens to the X files, to any of this, we are going to be okay.

She leaned into him then and kissed him softly, dropping the shirt, her hands on his shoulders. His own hands cupped her cheeks and his thumbs softly circled, this new version of intensity he now showed, the kind that came straight from his heart. She loved this new Mulder so much, and she loved how he continued to surprise her every day.

He wasn’t making any movements towards taking her clothes off, and part of her thought it might be wiser to just pull down her jeans and his jeans and get in and out as quickly as possible, but for some reason it didn’t feel like enough. This was going to be their last time. She wanted more.

She pulled away from him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, removing her hoodie and shirt at the same time. She toed off her shoes and her jeans came next. She unzipped and slid them down until she stood in front of him in just her bra and underwear. He didn’t have to be convinced and quickly took down his own pants, kicking them off along with his shoes.

“On the desk?” he asked.

She nodded as he kissed her again, but as he reached down to lift her up onto the desk she heard him grunt in pain and he lost his grip on her. She slid down, away from him.

“Mulder? You okay?”

“Fuck,” he said, grimacing. “I think… I think I threw my back out. Fuck.” He was doubled over in pain, and she immediately went into Doctor Mode without a second thought.

“Where does it hurt?” She moved around behind him and began running her hands over his skin, down the contours of his back. External oblique, latissimus dorsi, iliac crest. It felt inappropriate but her mind was in such a state of arousal she could only think of how fucking fantastic his back looked. She pressed gently on each muscle until he yelped.

“Lie back, on the floor, okay?” She gently guided him down onto the carpet, which was thankfully a nice fancy throw rug that looked and smelled relatively clean. Mulder groaned.

“I’m sorry, I kind of killed the moment, didn’t I?”

“You’re going to be fine. I think you just pinched a nerve.”

“I guess I’m getting too old for this shit,” he laughed, and she smiled as she ran her fingers all around his chest, admiring the sight of him. His body really was something for a man his age. She leaned forward to kiss his stomach, unable to help herself. He might have been injured, but she was still horny as hell.

“Do you… still want to do this?” she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to assume he wanted to stop, but she also didn’t want to push.

“Scully, I could be at death’s door and I’d still want to do this,” he admitted, laughing. “I think, though, that you’re going to have to do most of the work.”

She shrugged. “I’m used to it,” she grinned, and she rose up onto her knees, sliding his boxers down. With a final surreptitious glance around Kersh’s office, she slid her underwear all the way off and climbed on top of him. He was as ready as he possibly could be in his state, and she was once again impressed by his virility.

She looked down into his eyes and they bore back into her own as he held her by the waist, helping guide her onto him, sliding down until he filled her completely. She took a deep breath; this position always felt the most extreme when it came to his girth. His eyes then drifted to land on her stomach and he moved his hands to softly glide over the skin that protected their child. Her hands covered his own and she interlaced their fingers together.

“Love you,” he said, as he looked at her. They’d been saying it more and more lately but it still felt so good to hear it from his lips after all those years of nothing.

“Me too,” she smiled, and began gently rocking against him, holding his hands to her abdomen and closing her eyes, just reveling in the feeling of this closeness they’d always shared within these walls, well before they allowed their bodies to show each other.

He didn’t move much, which she expected due to his injury, so she made the executive decision to go slow this time. Soft, passionate, loving. She bent down over him and kissed him with one hand against his cheek as the dull ache between her legs grew as inevitably as any scientific process she’d ever studied. And as her ache grew, she felt him growing inside her more and more. Leaving one hand on her abdomen, he reached up to cup one of her breasts, fingering the fabric of her bra, teasing her nipple with his thumb right at the edge. The friction made her breath hitch in her chest and she moaned into his mouth.


Typically he’d lean up to pay her some attention with his mouth but he couldn’t do that at the moment. She felt a pang of desire, needing his tongue on her now, so she cradled his head in her hands and maneuvered a breast into his waiting mouth. He suckled and teased and groaned with pleasure, and she couldn’t believe how close she already felt considering he’d already made her come twice this evening.

He brought both hands to her waist, so tiny they almost completely encircled it, as she guided herself towards her climax. She laid her forehead on top of his, closing her eyes, her hands lost in his hair. And as she rushed towards her edge, the finality of this act struck her in an odd way; this part of their lives was over. But a new part was just beginning.

“Scully-” he gasped, about to finish, and she knew they were both on the same page, some kind of cosmic karma, she supposed, for forever being on different ones.

He grunted his release and her fingernails dug into his scalp as she cried out. She eased down on top of him, exhausted, listening to his heart beating. Her eyes opened and they lay there for a bit, silently taking in their surroundings, having almost completely forgotten they were even fucking in the deputy director's office.

After what felt like several minutes she finally propped her head up on her elbow, circling his chest hair lazily with one finger.

“How’s your back?”

He sighed contentedly. “You have magical healing powers, Doc.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Mulder,” she smiled. “Can we clock out now?”

“Yes, let’s,” he laughed.

She helped him sit up slowly and he carefully stretched his back as she collected their clothes, pulling her own on as hastily as possible so she could help him if he needed it. When she finished he was slowly pulling on his T shirt, grimacing a bit.

She handed him his shoes. “Can you walk?”

“You underestimate me, Scully.”

She shrugged. “Just want to make sure you’re taking good care of that body. I have a feeling I’m going to need it again.”

He smirked as he leaned back against the desk to pull his shoes on, and when he finished he heaved a great sigh and they both just sat there, backs to the desk, her leaning against his shoulder.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she said, shaking her head.

“And we didn’t get caught, either.”

“No, we didn’t,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips. She tilted her head up to kiss him one last time, and just as their lips touched, as if Mulder had willed it with his words, the door to the office burst open.

“Okay, that’s enough!” a voice rang through the room.

They pulled apart with a loud suction noise and the terror that rose up inside her that Kersh had found them in his office was only supplanted by the confusion she felt when she saw who the intruder actually was. The wide eyes, the beard, the twitchiness.

The forehead sweat.

“...Reggie?” Mulder asked, perplexed.

“I can’t let you do it again, you guys,” Reggie exclaimed, exasperated. “Enough is enough.”

The flush Scully felt creep up her cheeks was immediate and intense. She couldn’t speak.

“You’ve been… following us?” Mulder asked. 

“Not following. Waiting,” he clarified. “You two are taking forever to get out of here.”

“What are you doing in this building, Reggie? How did you get inside? Come to think of it, how did you even get out of the asylum?” Mulder asked.

Reggie waved his hand in front of his face. It didn’t matter how. It never did. “Forget all that. I was waiting for you because I need your help again. It’s not my fault you got all… distracted. Yuck.” He made a face.

“What’s the matter now?” Mulder asked. Scully still couldn’t speak from embarrassment. Did Reggie really just see her blow Mulder on the basketball court?

“I need you both to hear me out, because I’m now convinced this actually is a parallel universe and I need to get back to mine.” Mulder started to protest, but Reggie interrupted him. “You were right the whole time, Foxy.”

“Wait… what?” Mulder asked, too stunned to comprehend any of this.

“Reggie, tell us what’s going on,” Scully finally got out.

“Well,” Reggie said, crossing his arms. “It all started when-“

“The short version, Reggie, please,” Mulder cut him off.

He rolled his eyes. “I was sitting in the asylum, thinking about all of this. And I just knew I wasn’t crazy. I knew it!”

Mulder glanced at Scully, doubtful.

“Suddenly it hit me… the FBI surveillance footage! I had to be on it, somewhere, with you two, and if I wasn’t, that proves I don’t belong here at all. So, I got access to the FBI digital library-”

“How?!” Mulder asked, irritated.

“Doesn’t matter,” Reggie waved his hand again. “I searched and searched and searched but only saw you two, for years. I knew I was right, but I had to make sure. So I kept scanning and scanning it.”

Scully’s mouth suddenly went completely dry. Oh, god…

“Reggie, you’re not saying what I think you’re saying… are you?” she asked hopefully, knowing full well he was about to disappoint her.

“Well, around the year 2000, I came across some footage that was… distressing, to say the least.”

“Oh my god,” Scully said wearily.

“Reggie!” Mulder admonished, his disapproval evident.

“I didn’t watch it, okay? I didn’t.”

Scully and Mulder glared at him in disbelief.

“Fine, I didn’t watch most of it.” His tone changed abruptly. “You two are quite the specimens, you know that?”

“Focus, Reggie,” Mulder said sternly.

Reggie’s tone went back to its typical twitchiness. “Anyway, that’s when I knew for sure I was in the wrong universe.”

“And you knew this… how…?” Scully asked weakly. Reggie approached the two of them and dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Because in my universe, you would never sleep with him,” he said, gesturing at Mulder dismissively. “You were in love with me! Me, Skulls!”

He was so close to her she could count the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He looked so sad, broken-hearted even. She almost felt bad for the guy.

“Reggie, I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that I have never been in love with you. I’m very sorry, but…” she took Mulder’s hand. “It’s always been Mulder.”

“Exactly!” Reggie cried. “In this universe! Not in mine!” He stood up and backed away from them, talking wistfully. “It took us seven long years, Skulls… years and years of unresolved sexual tension until finally, we couldn’t stand it anymore and-”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Mulder finally piped up, slowly standing as Scully helped him up. “Reggie, are you telling me you went through all the surveillance footage? As in… all of it?”

Reggie nodded somberly. “I have seen things I cannot deny.”

Scully shook her head. “Any chance you might have… possibly… I don’t know, scrubbed any questionable content you might have seen? Or… not seen?”

Mostly not seen,” Reggie corrected.

“Yeah.” Scully’s eyes dropped and she jammed her hands into her pockets. Her patience was wearing thin. Reggie pulled out what appeared to be a thumb drive and held it up.

“I made some edits to the main library,” he said. “I figured if it’s not there, it didn’t happen. Now I can live with myself.” He sighed. “Even if it means living in a universe where you two…. you know. Ew.” He made another face.

Scully stepped towards him. “So what you’re saying is, everything you saw-”

Mostly didn’t see.”

“-mostly didn’t see is on that drive?”

Reggie nodded.

“Can I... have it? Please?”

He handed it over to her and for some reason, in this moment, Scully believed every word he said. Maybe he was just crazy but… what if there was a parallel universe? She’d seen crazier things in her time. “Thanks,” she said, relieved.

“So… what do I do, guys?” Reggie asked. He looked afraid and helpless. Mulder touched the small of Scully’s back and began to guide them all out of the office. When they were back out in the hallway, their adventure just about over and every one of their little trysts safely held within the tiny drive in Scully’s pocket, she felt a sense of reassurance wash over her, that somehow every single choice she’d made in life had been the right one.

“I think… if we can’t get you back to your own universe, you’re going to have to figure out a way to live in this one, Reggie,” Mulder said. She couldn’t tell if he was just indulging him or if he truly believed it.

“And you should start by going back to the asylum, taking all your meds, and getting well,” Scully suggested. Reggie looked at her fondly, cocking his head.

“That’s my little doctor Skulls,” he said with an air of familiarity. “Always wanting what’s best for me.”

Her lips formed into a thin line and she nodded, relieved he was as least not fighting them on this. They all left the Hoover building together where they were greeted by the same station wagon that picked Reggie up last time. She didn’t bother asking how it always knew to find him here. She didn’t have the energy to question any of it anymore.

They waved goodbye in confoundment, standing side by side in front of the building in which they’d met all those years ago. She didn’t really want to talk about the encounter with Reggie, although she knew Mulder wouldn’t be able to hold back his excitement about possibly being right yet again.

But to her great surprise, in the way he seemed to be surprising her all the time lately, he turned to face her, holding both of her hands, bringing them to his lips for a kiss. He pulled her in close and kissed her properly, and as he did so his hand slipped into her pocket where he retrieved the thumb drive. He pulled back for a moment to bring it up into view with that patented Fox Mulder eyebrow waggle.

“Well, Scully? What do you say we go home and have a movie night?”