TITLE: She's Alive
EMAIL: cybill@pacbell.net
AUTHOR: Cybill
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
SPOILERS: Milagro
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance
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SUMMARY: Mulder helps Scully recover from 
her near-death experience with the psychic 
surgeon. 

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***
Mercy Medical Center

Scully almost died tonight. By all rights, 
she should be dead. The psychic surgeon came 
for her under the written word from Padgett, 
a man who was clearly obsessed with her to 
the point of insanity. When Scully told him 
she couldn't return his gesture of love, she 
became his next victim. I can't believe I 
almost lost her. I wasn't there for her when 
she needed me most. What does that say about 
me? The psychic surgeon was reaching into 
her chest to rip out her life force and I 
was wasting my time with Padgett. I could 
have lost her. 

Visions of her lifeless body lying on the 
floor of my apartment, blood coating her 
pale neck and the white of her shirt, are on 
instant repeat in my mind. 

Scully, dead. 

I wasn't there to protect her. I'll never 
forgive myself for not being there when she 
needed me. If it was me, she would never 
have left me. She would have waited for me 
to run after Padgett. We back each other up. 
We're supposed to be there for each other, 
and I wasn't. I almost lost her. 

I wipe the tears from my eyes as the door to 
her hospital room opens and she appears. She 
looks tired. The hospital gave her a pair of 
scrubs to change into. All the blood is gone 
from her body, but not from my mind. I shake 
my head, trying to dispel my thoughts. She's 
alive. She's here, right in front of me. 

"Thank you Dr. Porter, yes I'll take them if 
I have trouble sleeping," Scully says, 
nodding. The doctor hands her a small brown 
paper bag and puts a reassuring hand on her 
forearm. She flinches and takes a step back, 
pulling her arm out of his grasp. Don't 
touch her, my mind screams! I know the 
doctor was just trying to comfort her in 
some small way, but that's my job. If anyone 
is going to support her in any way it will 
be me. 

I move as close to her as possible. To my 
surprise, she uncharacteristically leans 
back against my chest. She's as close to me 
as she can get without pushing me over. I 
instinctively put a hand on her shoulder, 
holding her against me. She doesn't tense or 
flinch in the slightest. I'm having a 
serious alpha male complex and am crushing 
down the urge to pull out my gun and 
threaten anyone within a hundred foot radius 
of her. 

She almost died. 

The doctor is droning on and on about post-
traumatic stress disorder. Normally Scully 
would just cut the doctor off, reminding him 
that she's a doctor and understands the 
symptoms and causes, but she's letting him 
continue. Another sign that she's suffering 
within herself. 

She turns into my side, holding the bag in 
her left hand, and wraps her right arm 
around my waist. She's holding onto me 
tight. I slide my left arm around her, 
letting her burrow into my side. She leans 
her check on my chest, looking at the doctor 
and nodding her head yes and no when he asks 
a question. 

Finally her voice breaks the monotony of his 
drivel. "Dr. Porter, can I just go home 
now?" 

The doctor agrees and finally walks away. 
Scully turns completely and wraps both her 
arms around me, keeping her face in my 
chest. I don't mind at all. She almost died. 
She's here in my arms. I tighten my hold on 
her reflexively. 

"Mulder, can you take me home?" she asks, 
muffled through my shirt. 

"Yes, of course." I start us walking in the 
direction of the elevators. She turns and 
stays close to me, keeping her arm around my 
waist and her head close to my arm. 

She's alive. 

***
Scully's Apartment, Georgetown

We enter her apartment and immediately she 
walks toward her bedroom. I follow, barely a 
step behind her. She removes the coat I gave 
her before we left for the hospital and 
drops it on the bed. She goes to her 
dresser, opens a drawer and pulls out a pair 
of cream colored cotton pajamas. I'm 
standing in the middle of the room, watching 
her every move. She turns around and 
announces that she's going to take a shower. 
I walk into the bathroom and pull a towel 
from the linen closet, completely on 
autopilot, as if I reacted like this every 
day. 

She grabs the towel from me and says "Thank 
you, Mulder" passing me as I walk through 
the door and into her bedroom. I feel rooted 
to this spot where I can see her, alive and 
shuffling around in her bathroom. 

She turns and realizes that I'm still 
standing where she left me. Her face is a 
bit withdrawn and her eyes aren't the sky 
blue they normally are. They seem dark and 
far away. She looks at me and then down at 
the floor. 

In a small whisper she says, "Will you stay 
with me for awhile?" 

She thought I was going to leave. 

She almost died. Wild horses couldn't drag 
me away from her. The bathroom door is going 
to be a hard enough barrier to handle.

"I need to stay here," I confess quietly. 

She looks up at me, not at all surprised, 
and nods. "I'll be right out," she says 
softly, and shuts the bathroom door.

I relax slightly when I hear the shower 
start. For long minutes, I stand staring at 
the wooden door, wishing I could just be in 
there, making sure nothing happens. 

She almost died. 

I can hear a noise coming from behind the 
door. I lean close to it and listen. She's 
crying. I want to go in there but I can't. 
This is Scully's sanctuary and if she needs 
to let it out in the shower, then I need to 
let her have that time. I leave her bedroom 
and head for the kitchen. I can make her 
tea. 

I fiddle around in her cabinets until I 
locate the kettle. I fill it and set it on 
the stove, turning the burner on high. Going 
into the living room, I pull off my jacket 
and hang it on the tree next to the door. I 
lean down and unlace my shoes, pulling them 
off and setting them against the wall next 
to the coat tree. My overactive mind takes 
over again. I start to pace and relive what 
just happened a couple short hours ago. 

***Adrenalin pumping, I run up the stairs to 
my apartment. I hear gunshots. All I can 
think is she's in trouble she's in trouble 
she's in trouble. 

The door flies open. I enter, gun drawn. The 
intruder is gone. His business is done. 
She's on the floor. Blood is pooled around 
her unmoving body. Several quick steps. I'm 
on my knees next to her. She's not 
breathing. Blood has collected in the 
delicate crevice of her neck. Her white 
shirt is completely soaked in it. She's not 
moving. 

I wasn't here I wasn't here I wasn't here!

I drop my gun to the side, reach out shaking 
hands to touch her. She can't be gone.

She convulses awake, scared, fighting the 
attacker until she realizes it's me. She 
throws her arms around me, clutching me to 
her. 

She's alive. 

Her grip is fierce. I welcome it, holding 
her to me as tightly as I can. She sobs into 
the crook of my neck. 

We're still clutching each other when the 
paramedics arrive, only I have pulled her 
into my lap. It takes two of them to release 
my arms from their hold around her. 

She's alive. 

She slowly realizes what's taking place and 
lightens her hold on me, but doesn't leave 
my embrace. "I'm fine," she valiantly tells 
them. I get her to stand and immediately 
lift her shirt, feeling the sticky skin of 
her abdomen for wounds. I'm sure to the 
paramedics it looks like I'm groping her, 
but she knows. I have to verify for myself, 
see with my own eyes that she's unhurt. 

She turns around, her back to the medics, 
and unbuttons her shirt, opening it for 
inspection. Her white bra is caked with 
blood. I reach out and lightly touch my 
fingertips to her neck, feeling my way down 
for the slightest scrape. I skip over her 
breasts and continue, using both hands to 
check her sides for injury. She watches 
without emotion and doesn't move away from 
my touch. She looks at me and I nod my head, 
bringing her shirt closed and buttoning the 
buttons for her. This is as intimate as 
we've ever gotten and it's tainted by the 
day's events. There was no joy in my 
inspection of her body. I look down. My 
hands are sticky with her blood. 

She's alive.

I wipe my hands on the front of my shirt. 
"She's fine" I announce to the medical team. 
They check her over themselves, 
flabbergasted by the lack of wounds in 
comparison to the amount of blood on her and 
around us. I tell them to take her to the 
hospital, to be checked out. She isn't happy 
about this and looks at me harshly. 

"Scully, if it was me you'd drag me there 
yourself." She nods in agreement.***

"Mulder what are you doing?" 

Her voice brings me out of my thoughts. I 
think I wore a path in her carpet. The 
kettle is screeching in the kitchen and she 
rushes to remove it from the burner.

"It's been screaming for the past two 
minutes." 

I hadn't noticed. Her hair is sopping wet, 
dripping down her face and onto her robe. 
Her feet are wet and leaving water to pool 
on the linoleum. 

"I'm sorry, Scully. I was making you tea." 

She pulls out a dish towel from a drawer and 
pats her face and hair. I grab another and 
lean down, wiping up the water on the floor. 
She must have jumped out of the shower. 

"I didn't mean to disturb your shower. I 
didn't hear the kettle," I say weakly. 

"That much is obvious, Mulder. What were you 
doing? I came into the living room and you 
were pacing back and forth. I called your 
name a couple times and you didn't realize 
it until my third try. You were somewhere 
else." Her swollen eyes are looking at me, 
concerned. She's been through all of this 
and she's worrying about me.

"I was thinking, its nothing. Let me pour 
you some tea." She allows me the reprieve 
for now. I'm sure it will come up later. For 
now, I'm more concerned with how she is. "Go 
get dressed. I'll finish up here." 

She leaves and when she returns, her hair is 
dry and she's in her pajamas. I have the tea 
waiting for her on the coffee table. She's 
carrying clothes bundled in her hands. 

"Mulder put these on and throw that shirt 
away." She hands me the clothes and waves in 
the direction of my chest. I look down and 
realize I'm wearing the same shirt I had on 
back at the apartment. Her blood is smeared 
all over the front of it. I didn't have time 
to change before we went to the hospital. I 
only wanted to make sure she was okay. I 
cringe and squelch the urge to fling it over 
my head and off of my body in disgust. 

"Where did you get these?" I unroll the 
bundle to find a sweat shirt and pants, a 
white undershirt, boxers and a rolled up 
pair of socks. 

"You left your gym bag in my car and I 
forgot to give it back to you. I washed the 
clothes in it and put them back in the bag 
to give you later. I completely forgot I 
still had it until a few minutes ago."

Oh, I remember, when I had her pick me up 
from the gym a month ago when my car was in 
the shop.

"Thanks Scully. Mind if I take a quick 
shower myself?" 

"Go ahead, you know where the towels are." I 
head into the bathroom and start the shower. 
God, the heat feels good beating on my sore 
muscles. I scrub all the blood and dirt off 
my body. 

She's alive. 

I watch the residue of blood stream down the 
drain. Just as I start to feel a little 
better my heart rate goes up. 

I'm panicking. There's something wrong. 
Scully. I rinse, jump out of the shower with 
it still running and fling the towel around 
my waist. Rushing into the living room I see 
her. She's sobbing. Head in her hands, legs 
curled up in a ball around her. Her breaths 
are hitching rapidly and I'm afraid she's 
going to hyperventilate. 

I tuck the towel more firmly around my waist 
and move toward her. I know I'm dripping 
water all over her floor, but she's my only 
priority. I grip her shoulders kneeling in 
front of her position on the couch. "Scully, 
Scully, I'm right here." She looks at me, 
tears streaking down her face as if she 
doesn't know where she is. I swipe her tears 
away from her cheeks, holding her face 
lightly. She takes a long deep breath and 
the tears start again. Her lip quivers and 
she clutches at me, pulling me between her 
legs and wrapping her body around me, arms 
gripping tight. I hold her to me, whispering 
words of comfort in her ear. 

Her crying subsides but she doesn't let go 
of her death grip on me. Her face leaves the 
crook of my neck and her lips trail up my 
neck to my ear. Her lips barely touch the 
edge of cartilage and a shiver races down my 
body. "Mulder, you're wet," she whispers. 
The puffs of air against my skin immediately 
arouse little Mulder. I can't be thinking 
like this. She almost died for Christ's 
sake. I try to back away from her embrace 
but she won't allow it. She just clutches at 
me tighter. "I don't want you to go."

Before I can respond, her lips have lightly 
trailed along the entire edge of my ear. I 
practically jump when her tongue comes out 
and tastes it. Her teeth are nibbling 
lightly and she's breathing into my ear. Is 
it my imagination or is she humming softly? 
My hands restlessly move up and down her 
back, I really don't know what else to do. I 
want to stop her but I can't. What she's 
doing feels too damn good. Her lips track 
down my neck alternating between licking and 
opened mouth kisses. I'm in a haze. Her 
hands aren't idle. They've seem to realize 
that I'm not wearing anything but a towel. 
Her hands slide down my sides as her head 
moves from my neck down to my chest. I can't 
believe I'm just letting her do this. I 
should stop her.

She pushes me back from the vice grip she 
has on my waist with her legs and kisses her 
way down my chest. "Scc..uuu..llyy." She 
takes my nipple into her mouth. I moan 
loudly and move my hands into her hair. 
"Scully." I try again as she alternates to 
the other nipple. She bites down on the 
small span of sensitive skin and my hips 
surge up. My hands are at her parted legs, 
running in long strokes against her thighs. 
She lifts her head and looks me in the eyes. 
"You're alive," I tell her, as if my soul 
was about to shatter into a million pieces 
from sheer joy. 

"Prove it to me," she whispers in return. 
She leans closer, her mouth almost touching 
mine, our breaths mingling between our 
parted lips. 

"Show me I'm alive." 

How can I deny her anything? She's alive. My 
hands sift through her hair bringing her 
head closer and her mouth against mine. Her 
lips are as soft as the finest silk. I rub 
mine against hers lightly. She adds pressure 
to the kiss and we're lost. I suck on her 
bottom lip and she moans. Dana Scully moans, 
and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. 
I need to hear it again. 

With my hand on her neck, I tilt her head to 
the side and swipe my tongue against her 
lips. She opens her mouth in invitation. I 
don't waste any time. My tongue enters and 
slides against hers. Another moan. This time 
she brings her hands up to my neck and 
crushes her mouth to mine. My hands skate up 
her thighs and press her center into my 
groin. We both groan, giving us a chance to 
take a deep breath. Her forehead rests 
against mine as we pant loudly. What are we 
doing? I'm taking advantage of her. I lift 
my head away from her face and look her in 
the eyes. Her breaths are still coming in 
short gasps. 

"Scully, I can't take advantage like this. 
You're hurting and I don't want to add to 
that." She looks at me like I'm sprouting 
two heads. "Later you'll realize you never 
wanted this and I don't want anything to 
come between us," I say dejectedly.

"Mulder, I want this. I need you." She nips 
at my bottom lip bringing it into her mouth 
and nibbling. 

I pull my face back, panting heavily. "Oh 
God, Scully I want this so bad, just tell me 
you won't regret it." She looks me in the 
face and leans back onto the couch. I'm 
surprised my knees haven't given out yet. 
I've been kneeling on them since I found her 
crying. 

Her hands come up and pluck the buttons from 
the holes of her shirt. One by one she 
releases them from their openings. Once 
completed, she sits up, spreads her top 
open, and lets it fall off her shoulders. 
I'm in awe of her. 

"I want you to make love to me, Mulder. I 
almost died tonight, never having known your 
touch, your love." 

I reach out and cup both of her breasts in 
my hands, testing their weight. She arches 
into my touch. 

"You're everything to me. Everything." I 
stare into her dilated eyes so she can see 
the truth there. "You're alive," I whisper. 
My thumbs come up and rub against her 
nipples.

She moans "yes" and closes her eyes. I lean 
forward and lick the tip of her right 
nipple. She gasps and it puckers into a 
tight glistening knot. Smiling, I lean in 
and cover the entire peak with my mouth. Her 
hands find their way into my hair as I feast 
on her breast. She's mewling and shifting 
her hips against my stomach. God, she's 
beautiful. I pull the "v" of her legs closer 
to me and wrap them around my waist. She 
gets the hint and grips my waist. Her arms 
come around my shoulders as I lift her off 
the couch. Amazingly, my towel stays put. I 
clutch her to my chest and kiss her as I 
walk down the hall to her bedroom. 

Slowly I lean us both down onto the bed.  
Our kiss becomes fierce. I break away and 
kiss my way down her body, giving the same 
attention to her other breast as I did to 
the first. I kiss in-between her breasts, 
trying to take any lingering memories of 
that bastard trying to steal what's mine; 
her heart. I lift my head to see that she's 
watching me intently. She knows. This is as 
important to her recovery as it is to my 
fear of losing her. Taking my time, I kiss 
all over her chest, abdomen, spending more 
time on areas like her palm, wrist, the 
crook of her arm. I slide my hands into the 
waistband of her pajama bottoms and pull 
them down and off her legs, along with her 
underwear. 

I stand and look at my good fortune for long 
seconds. Maybe there is a God. Scully allows 
me to look my fill before sitting up and 
grabbing at my towel. She pulls it off, 
letting it drop to the floor. Her breath 
hitches at her first view of my entire body, 
aroused and naked. She moves forward, 
setting her hands on my waist, and kisses my 
stomach adoringly. She licks and bites 
lightly as her hands move around, cupping my 
ass cheeks, roughly bringing my body against 
hers. I'm constantly moaning under her 
ministrations. I can't take it anymore. I 
must have her now. "Scully," I say as she 
kisses and licks the tip of my penis. Her 
mouth closes over the head and my thoughts 
are gone, lost in the sweetness of her mouth 
on me. 

She's taking me in deep, her tongue swirling 
around the tip as her cheeks hollow. For 
long moments I've thrown my head back in 
pure ecstasy. As much as I never want her to 
stop, I don't want this to end too soon. I 
pull back and slide out of her mouth with an 
audible pop. She looks up at me, confused. 
"Scully, God I love this but I need to be in 
you." She licks her lips and leans back on 
her elbows, opening her legs to me. She's 
amazing. My eyes take in the sight of her 
body, before zeroing in between her opened 
legs. I lick my own lips and feel like I'm 
about to salivate. Yes, I want to be inside 
of her but, oh, how I need to taste her. 

Her arms open in invitation but my eyes 
can't make it past her spread legs. I kneel 
over her and kiss her mouth thoroughly. "One 
small detour," I whisper into her open 
mouth. She's still a bit breathless from the 
kiss. I take the opportunity to surprise her 
by holding her legs open, and take one long 
swipe of her center with the flat of my 
tongue. Her legs move to close reflexively 
but I hold them down. I search out her eyes 
to assure that she's agreeable. She nods. 
Green light. Breathing in deep, I take in 
her essence. Lightly, I lick and kiss her 
center. Her hips are moving uncontrollably. 
She's saying "yes Mulder yes" quietly but 
loud enough that it urges me on. 

Scully tastes rich and sweet but I think 
she's had enough of my teasing. With my 
tongue I encircle her clit softly, applying 
more pressure when she moans the loudest, 
learning what she likes best. Once I've 
perfected my technique, I push my tongue 
into her as far as it will reach, tasting 
her one last time. Heaven. After I've 
quenched my thirst for her taste, I focus 
all of my attention onto her clit. She lets 
out a surprised oh when I take it into my 
mouth, licking until she's moaning 
continuously. Then I suck and bite the small 
bundle of nerves hard enough that she 
screams out my name with the force of her 
orgasm. 

I've never seen her more alive.      

Her body is trembling as I crawl up between 
her legs, settling my weight over her.

"God Mulder, that was, that was ... wow." 
She's stammering. That means I've done my 
job. "Come here," she says, then she pulls 
my face up for a hot, scorching kiss. This 
woman can kiss. I knew those pouty lips were 
made for kissing. Made to kiss me. She opens 
her legs wider and pulls my hips forward 
until my dick is nudging her entrance. She's 
nothing if not resourceful. "Be with me," 
she says against my lips. 

I move her left leg out to the side and 
bring it up high on my waist. The tip of my 
penis enters her. She sucks in a deep 
breath, the leg sitting against my waist 
moves out and she hooks her foot against my 
ass, forcing me further within her body. 
Once I'm completely sheathed within her, we 
moan. I refrain from moving until I get a 
sign from her that she's ready. She shifts 
her hips and pulls the other leg up and over 
my waist, pulling me into her body deeper 
and harder. "Jesus Scully," I gasp out. 

Slowly, I pull almost all the way out and 
rock into her again. She tips her head back, 
offering her neck to me in a silent cry. I 
take the offering, willingly sucking at her 
rapid pulse. Her hips are meeting mine 
thrust for thrust. Our bodies are molded 
together. There's nothing like the feeling 
of being with the one woman you cannot live 
without. It's as if we were made for each 
other.

"Oh God, Mulder, the feeling's mutual," she 
says between moans. 

I hadn't realized I said my last thought out 
loud. I can't think straight. All I know is 
my body melding with hers. Her breathing is 
coming in quick gasps.

"Harder Mulder, please harder," she 
encourages. 

Let it be known I cannot deny her anything. 

Hooking my hands under her shoulders, she 
lifts her legs as high as she can on my 
waist. Her neck juts out and her chest 
arches toward me. I put my mouth on her neck 
and start sucking, marking her as mine as I 
crush my pelvis to hers. She calls out to 
God and slips over the edge into the 
pleasure abyss. The walls of her center are 
squeezing and clenching my over-taxed sex, 
pulling me over the edge with her. I call 
her name out into the emptiness of the room 
around us. 

I can't believe I almost lost this woman 
before I even knew what it was to actually 
love her in the physical sense. I could have 
spent my life not knowing what it was to 
actually make love. What was this to her 
though? She's under me panting, sliding her 
hands up and down my back. I roll off of 
her, moving to the side. She turns towards 
me so we're nose to nose. 

"I've never felt more alive Mulder." She 
grips my hand and pulls it to her mouth, 
kissing the center sweetly. "Thank you," she 
says against my palm in a worshiping tone.

I hate to ruin what just transpired but I 
must know. "Scully, what was this to you?" 
She looks at me questioningly. "For me it 
was, well, I told you. You're everything to 
me." I look at her nervously and continue, 
"Padgett said you were already in love, is 
that true?" I gulp. 

"Yes," she states simply. My heart is going 
to break. I'm not hiding my disappointment. 
I move to get up and go lick my wounds in 
the solace of my own apartment away from 
her. I can't hear who she loves. I was 
hoping against hope that what the psychotic 
writer said was a lie, just like everything 
else he wrote about her. She sits up and 
puts her arms on my shoulders, her hand 
comes up, pulling my face toward her to look 
in her eyes. 

"Mulder, how could you not know?" Tears are 
welling in her eyes. So now she thinks I'm 
an idiot. Well, of course I am. She almost 
died tonight and I could have prevented her 
from going through that, had I just been 
there and not left her alone. I was an idiot 
then, too. "It's you," she says quietly.

I turn my head towards her quickly, trying 
to see the truth of her confession. "What 
did you say, Scully?" I think my ears may 
have deceived me. 

"I said, it's you." I search her eyes. "I'm 
in love with you, Mulder."

It's true. I can see it in her eyes. She's 
broken down those walls against her emotions 
that she's constructed over the years. I can 
die happy. I pull her in my lap and kiss her 
until we're both gasping for air. 

"Mulder, that's why I told him that I could 
not return the gesture." She looks at me 
with tears in her eyes. "I thought you 
knew," she laughs lightly. 

"I didn't want to hope," I confide solemnly. 
I bring our foreheads together, touching the 
sides of her face. "I can't lose you." I 
begin to remember her lifeless form when I 
found her. She kisses me lightly. 

"You won't, God you won't." I feel her tears 
on the edges of my hands cupping her cheeks.

"Everything Scully, you are everything to 
me." I kiss away her tears. "I can't live 
without you." She nods, trying to hold back 
her tears. 

I kiss her deeply and lay her back down. I 
will worship this woman until the day that I 
die. After exploring kisses, I realize how 
tired she is. Her eyes are dilated but 
drooping heavily. I kiss her one last time 
and she turns, putting her head on my chest. 
She drapes half of her body over mine and I 
hug her to me. 

She's alive, she loves me, and she's mine. 

"Sleep" I say to her softly. "I've got you." 

"You always have," she says before sleep 
takes her. 

"I always will," I promise out loud to 
myself and to her sleeping form. She 
snuggles closer and sighs happily as I enter 
into dreamland myself. 

End