Title: "Across Dimensions"
Author: Sara
E-mail:  silk1023@aol.com 
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: MSR/X-File
Spoilers: Triangle, FTF
Summary: The scene they didn't show you in the last 10 minutes of
"Triangle"

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. In other words, I don't
own them. Never have, never will. CC and 1013 have that honor. Lucky them. No
infringement intended. I'm just borrowing them for a while. I'll give them
back ... I promise ...<eg>

Warning: This is a little smut piece ... a scene I think they should have
added ... you have to admit the possibilities are endless... if you don't like
Moose and Squirrel together ... you might want to avoid this one...oh my evil
mind...

Author Note: This little gem was inspired by a wonderful little story Dawn
posted on one of the lists I was on. It inspired me to write my own take on

this theme, following what I remembered of her format. No infringement
intended...I just had to try my own hand at this intriguing idea ... Thanks
for the inspiration! Enjoy!

Can be archived anywhere as long as everything stays attatched and you let
me know where it's going!

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"Across Dimensions"
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1939
Queen Anne

"So if I don't turn this ship around ..."

"In all likelihood ... I won't exist. Neither will you."

His voice ... so deep...so mysterious... so familiar ... washed over her,
making her dizzy. Why should it? She'd never met this lunatic before in her

life. And he claimed to be from the future? Dear God, what kind of science
fiction tale had she walked into?

But there was something about his voice. It called to her. It made her want
to trust him. It made her want to do things to him she'd only ever dreamed of.
And that scared the hell out of her. But, if she had to admit it though ... it
also turned her on like no one and nothing else ever had.

"Okay..." she managed breathlessly, not sure what to say about his most
recent declaration. But there was desperation in it. And something else. Something
that sounded like ... love? But was it possible? How...

"So in case we never meet again..."

She gasped as he pulled her against him, bringing full against his body.
Her first reaction was shock. Then outrage. Then amazement at his boldness. All
of which were suddenly overcome by the passion that leapt through her body as
she kissed him back.

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1998
Queen Anne

Scully was wandering down a long hallway, trying to battle her conflicting
emotions. Mulder couldn't be here...it was a ghost ship. Deserted. Hadn't
been lived on ...or alive for over 59 years.

So why did she feel such a strange sense of deja view? Why did she feel
like she knew where she was going? Before she'd been there? Why did she keep
hearing the haunting strains of 1939 music? See in her mind, people dancing,
smiling ... then fighting and screaming.

But foremost in her mind ... where was Mulder? She was getting frantic now.
She pushed the strange feelings aside. He had to be here. He had to. She didn't

want to think what could have happened to him if he wasn't. She couldn't
deal with that. Not after everything they'd come through. What they'd gone
through, what they'd seen.

The fear was eating away at her, along with another emotion she didn't want
to explore just now. So she focused on the frustration she was feeling. Mulder
had done it again...gone off on a rash and foolish expedition, without
her...and she ended up picking up the pieces as usual. Why had she expected things to
be different?

She let the frustration and anger take over, her rational mind knowing it
was better than letting her fear, and other emotions get the best of her. She
needed a clear head.

Which was why the sudden jolt of heat that hit her body made her nearly cry
out in surprise.

What was happening? The first thought that went through her brain was she
was having a hot flash. Even though it was way to early for that. But when had
her medical life ever been normal?

The second euphoric wave hit her like a roller coaster...and she had no
trouble telling what it was.

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1939
Queen Anne

She moaned as his mouth ravaged hers, his lips plundering as if he had a
right to them. As if he owned them. As if they were hers. The heat sweeping over
her was incredible. Breathtaking. It had never felt like this before when she
kissed another man. It was amazing. It was frightening.

It was also making her lose any inhibitions she might have felt for a man
she hardly knew. She felt his hands tangle in her hair, pulling her impossibly
closer, pressing her even tighter against him, letting her feel the steel
of his cock, rubbing against her, burning against her through her long dress.

She moaned and arched into him, almost an uncontrollable movement. It felt
so wonderful. He felt so wonderful. At that moment, she let rational thought
fly out the window. She forgot about the life threatening fight going on just a
few doors away. Forgot about his dire premonitions. Forgot she knew nothing
about this strange man who had burst into her life such a short time ago. All she
could do was feel. And it felt good. She wanted more.

With an almost animalistic moan, she yanked him back into a secluded
archway, backing herself up against the wall, feeling him slam up against her, his
mouth never leaving hers. She moaned as his hands started stroking her body,
finally coming to circle each breast, plucking at her nipples until they stood at
attention through the thin silk. She cried out as his mouth closed over
one, swirling his tongue over and around one taut nipple, while his free hand
tugged and pulled at the other. She let the heat consume her.

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1998
Queen Anne

Scully had to stop herself from crying out again as wave after wave of
erotic sensation hit her with increasing force. She felt a wave of dizziness come
over her as well, and she sagged back against the wall, simply trying to
breathe.

What was happening to her? This was ... well, unheard of. At least for
Special Agent `Repressed' Dana Katherine Scully. Why was she feeling so turned on
... it was almost as if Mulder were right there with her, making her feel
this...

Mulder?

Okay, she admitted it, as a wave finally passed. She wanted her partner.
Desperately. Always had. Always would. So why here, why now, was she
suddenly feeling like this? There had to be a rational explanation. There had to.

That thought was suddenly lost as she felt an intense heat envelop her
breast, almost as if someone was pulling the tip deep into a wet, hot, eager mouth.
She bit her lip, but couldn't quite stifle the small moan that emerged as she
felt a tugging at her other nipple. This was...incredible. The sensations were
so intense, not like anything she'd ever felt before. Even her own hands had
never brought her to this peak, so fast, so suddenly, so unexpectedly.

Oh God. What was happening to her?

She tried to move, tried to lean away from the wall, only to be hit by
another paralyzing wave of sensation as she felt the lightening move through her
lower body now, centering between her thighs. She did cry out this time, though
she tried to stifle it with a hand to her mouth. Oh My God. It was as if
someone was stroking her there, right there, hitting all the right places, oh
god...she was going to come. Right here, right now. She closed her eyes and moaned
again.

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1939
Queen Anne

She was totally lost in sensation now. The feel of him, his body, his
hands, flowing over her, fast and rough, almost as if he was afraid she'd
disappear. But she wouldn't. Not until this was finished. They could deal with the
repercussions later. Right now, all she wanted to do was feel this
magnificent man inside her. Deep inside her. So deep she'd never let him go. That
emotion, for a stranger, should have shocked her, sent her kicking and screaming
from his arms. It did the opposite. She wanted him like she had no other.

With a frantic move she reached for him, cupping his rock hard cock through
the thin material, loving the groan he emitted as she not so gently squeezed
him. She smiled at the sound, then proceeded with lightening quick speed, to
lower his zipper, reaching in and caressing him through his boxers.

God he felt wonderful. Hard and hot. Silky and smooth. All male. All hers.
She ran her hand up and down his length several times, noticing each time she
did it, he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth, his hips harder into her
hands. This was heaven. Oh God.

By now, his own skillful fingers had found her warmth and were eliciting
moans and cries from her as he thrust first two, then three fingers deep inside
her. She clutched him harder in reaction, arching down onto his fingers, riding
hand almost desperately.

She felt an incredible connection to this man as well. One she didn't want
to analyze, only feel, only immerse herself in. Regrets could come later. This
was their moment. A desperate moment. She needed him now. It seemed he needed
her as well. She cried out again as she felt him yank her skirt up, lifting her
up against his body, pressing her back to the wall, preparing to sink deep
into her. She closed her eyes in anticipation, body ready to explode.

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1998
Queen Anne

Scully was gasping for breath as the waves kept coming with increasing
force. Oh God. Oh God. She could feel him, Mulder, she knew, it could be no other.
She could feel him, stroking her between her legs, kissing her deeply, sending
more passion through her than she'd ever felt before. She had no control over
her body ... so she rode it out...letting him do to her what he would. Even if
it was only in her mind. She'd deal with that later. Right now, she simply
wanted to feel.

She cried out softly again as she sank to the floor, not even trying to
fight, to analyze the sensations anymore. She had to let them play out. She was so
close to going over the edge, she needed that release. Though she
deliberately told herself not to think of where that release was coming from.

So she leaned her head back against the wall, and gave into her fantasies,
the feelings sweeping through her like a tidal wave. It was Mulder, there, with

her, stroking her, kissing her, loving her. She cried out as she felt the
most incredible burst of heat between her legs. He was right there...pressing
against her clit with his cock...stroking her, preparing her for his entry.

Now Mulder...do it now! She cried out, totally oblivious to everything
around her. He couldn't stop now...not when she was this close. She moaned again
and prayed he wouldn't stop. Ever.

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1939
Queen Anne

"Scully...Oh God...Scully..."

The deep voice brought her back to reality. Hearing this other woman's name
on his lips, the name of the woman he thought she was...or would be someday.
And something inside her told her now wasn't the time. It was almost an
agonizing thought, sending waves of pain through her thoroughly aroused body. It
wasn't the right time. Not now.

Oh, but who cares...it feels so wonderful, I'll probably never see him
again...we're almost there...

It's not right.

And that was the thought that froze her body in his arms.

He obviously noticed, pulling far enough away to look deep into her eyes,
breathing ragged, eyes filled with passion, desire, and pain. She felt his
withdrawal as well, and nearly cried out as her body protested his sudden
absence. She saw the shock, then the pain and confusion come into his eyes.
She knew he could see it reflected back in her own.

"I'm sorry ..." she whispered, not sure what else to say, her body
demanding he come back and finish what he'd started.

He simply stared at her, a regretful expression on his face. He reached for
his zipper, resettling himself and making himself presentable again as her body
 cried out to him to come back to her.

But she knew it wasn't to be.

"Not this time ... it's just not right ... somehow...I know that...how do I
know that?" she asked him, seeing the regret in his eyes. He sighed and
leaned in to kiss her one more time. Long and deep. She felt her knees go weak yet
again.

"But in the future...remember this moment ... never forget it ... we will
finish what we started ... in our own time ... so I'm saying this to you
now ... to keep with you till we find each other again ... if we find each
other again..." he said softly, as she felt her eyes fill with tears.

"I love you..." he whispered, and with one final kiss and a last look back,
he turned and bolted for the rail, never looking back as he jumped down, down,
down, disappearing into the cold blue waters below.

"Hey!" she cried, fear and loss running through her as she ran to the rail
and grabbed a life preserver, throwing it down into the darkness of the water,
only hoping he'd find it. She peered frantically over the edge, praying for a
sign of him, but found nothing but the cold blue waves, crashing against the
ship.

She pulled back a moment, a pain in her chest as she let her most recent
emotions sweep over her. She felt like she'd just lost the most important
person in her life. Funny, she hadn't even known the man for more than an
hour.

But still...it was a gut wrenching sorrow ... mixed in with a feeling that
somehow, someday, it would work out. She had no clue how, or why ... but
she made a pact to herself that she'd do everything she could to follow his
orders. She had a job to do. Emotions could come later.

And as she ran off, back to the ship, back to the room full of friends and
foes, back to her life...she smiled inside, somehow, someway, knowing she'd
find this "Mulder" again. She just knew. And with that vow, she headed off
to save the world.

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1998
Queen Anne

Scully did cry out loud this time, as she felt the wonderful sensations
recede, almost as if they'd been cut off sharply, stopped.

No...don't stop Mulder...please, don't stop...

The thoughts ran through her hazy head, not even allowing her to hear the
Gunmen's concerned shouts as they tried to locate her voice. She hoped it
would take them a moment. She didn't know if she could stand yet. Her legs were
weak, her body was so primed, it was ready to explode...and she felt like she'd
lost something precious. What, she couldn't begin to explain, but something. She
nearly cried out again at the sweeping loss that went through her. It was
earthshattering after such ecstasy.

"Scully...Scully...there you are...are you okay..what happened?" Byers
panicked voice penetrated her conscience as she finally dragged herself back to
reality, telling her body to cool off, calm down. She managed to stand, just as two
of the Gunmen came around the corner.

"Scully...are you okay..." Frohike sounded frantic and out of breath as
they finally reached her. She smiled slightly, or tried to, and managed to
signal she was okay.

"Yeah, I must have tripped, got the wind knocked out of me ... I'm really
okay ...any sign of Mulder?" she managed, feeling the fear begin to take over
even the anger and frustration now. Where was Mulder? She had to find him. She
knew he was here. She'd felt him. Of that, she had no doubt. She wouldn't even
analyze it until he was found. He had to be found. He just had to be.

"Guys...Scully...he's in the water!" Langley's voice rang out, as all three
broke into a run, heading for the deck.

Scully's heart was pounding as she reached the side, seeing Langley already
tying a rope to the ship's side, preparing to lower down and drag Mulder's
body from the water.

He was floating face down in the nearly black sea. Scully's heart froze as
she realized he must not be breathing. Not wanting to consider how long he'd
been there. Not wanting to face the fact he could be dead.

She waited, trying to calm her fears as she saw the men attach a rope to
Mulder and pull him up the side of the ship. She was there waiting as they pulled
him over the edge, into her waiting arms. She pushed her immediate relief away,
noticing, as she'd feared, he wasn't breathing. Placing him face down on
the deck, she began CPR...trying not to think of the last time he'd performed
this same task for her. In a cold, icy, alien place...

She willed him to live. She didn't know how to describe it. But she just
did. As she breathed air into his lungs, tuning out the worried faces watching
them both, she willed her life force into his limp body.

Come on Mulder! Don't die on me now! We've got too much to do...too much to
finish...I've got to much to tell you ... too much to do to you...

She willed him to live, willed those thoughts into his brain, his body, his
soul. Something deep inside her called to him, calling him to come
back...calling him. Because now WAS the time. Their time. The time for what
she didn't think about now...that would come later...she just knew he needed to
hear the words. So she willed them to him. Praying he'd hear them.

The time is now ... it's now Mulder ...come back to me ... come home to
me...I'm waiting...

She pulled back quickly as Mulder began choking, bringing water up as she
turned his head to the side, clearing his airways. She nearly cried when
she saw those beautiful hazel eyes open and look deep into his. He was here. He
was alive. He was back.

"Scul..." he managed, only to have her shush him by pulling his head close
against her chest, trying to warm him with her own body heat. She noticed
the Gunmen pulling off their own coats, leaning down to spread them over Mulder
as Frohike climbed onto the other boat to radio for help.

"Scul...you...now...here..." was all he managed before she placed a gentle
hand on his lips.

"Shh Mulder...I know...I'm here, you're safe ... it's now... shh...." she
crooned softly, seeing his tired eyes gleam up at hers once before closing
in a deep, exhausted sleep. She held him close to her, breathing him in, only
now letting the reality of how she'd nearly lost him sweep over her.

Never again. Never again was he going to put her through this. Never again.

Things were going to change. Starting with their relationship. That thought
immediately brought back memories of the experience she'd just had in the
hallway. She felt herself shiver at the memory. Fantasy, dream, reality,
whatever. She intended to make it happen again. Here and Now. In this time.

Forever.

She closed her eyes and rested with him until help came.

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1998
Memorial Hospital

"Scully..." his soft voice drew her back to his bedside. Not unwillingly
however. She'd been a little annoyed with him as he'd rambled on about
1939, and the Nazis and her saving the world (though part of her had enjoyed that
thought) ..but chalked it up to the drugs. But she had been wanting a few
moments alone with him. And now that Skinner and the Lone Gunmen had left,
maybe she'd get them. She didn't quite want to admit to herself that she
wasn't ready to be parted from him just yet. Not after what she'd gone through to
find him.

"Yes..." she said as she leaned over his bed. Probably getting a bit closer
to him than a partner should, but the lingering effects of that strange
experience on the Queen Anne were still with her. She was feeling some of those same
emotions right now, in this close proximity to Mulder. She wasn't going to
fight it.

He simply stared at her...looking straight into her eyes. And just by that
look...she knew. His next words confirmed it.

"I love you."

Simple, straightforward, straight from the heart. She couldn't doubt it,
not with him looking at her like that, not with her own feelings running
riotously through her body. Not when he'd just said the words she'd been 
waiting five years to hear.

So she smiled back at him, leaning in even closer.

"I know. I love you too." She said quietly, seeing the shock, then the pure
joy that flooded over his face. She didn't protest as she felt his hands come
up and link behind her neck, pulling her mouth down to his.

The kiss was everything and more than she'd dreamed of. She felt those same
wonderful explosions going off all over her body ... only this time, there
was a physical stimuli to go with it. This was the real Mulder. Her Mulder.
Kissing her with all this passion. It was heaven.

So she returned the kiss, letting him pull her down onto the bed with him,
pulling her body full against his as he crushed her closer, pulling her
into an even deeper kiss. He was stealing her breath with his hands, moving them
slowly over her body, coming to rest on her breasts through the jacket and thin
shell of her suit. The feeling was exquisite. Just like she'd felt on the Queen
Anne...only more. This was real. This was now. This was here.

"Scully ... it's now isn't it? You said someday ... it's today isn't it?"
he managed softly, as he pulled away for a much needed breath, stroking her
hair back gently from her face.

She looked at him, not wanting to know how he knew what she'd been
thinking. Feeling. He just knew. She'd come to accept it. So she smiled back and
snuggled closer to him before she answered.

"Yeah... it's now...and I think it's a now we've been waiting a long time
for..." she said softly, seeing his eyes widen.

"59 years..." he said softly, his eyes daring her to challenge him.

She didn't. She didn't want to explain it just yet. Not how she'd felt on
that ship. Not of the sensations he'd created in her...in one form or the other.
Or how she knew it had been him. That could wait. They were here, together,
now. And they both needed some rest. They had time now. All the time in the
world.

"59 years Mulder...it's a long time to wait..." she said softly, seeing the
amazement come and go in his eyes before he kissed her again, pulling her
closer.

"I know ... but as soon as I'm out of here...no more waiting ... I love
you... I want you... more than anything in my life..." he whispered, as she smiled
up at him, kissing him quickly before replying.

"No more waiting...I love you too...I'm just glad you're back, here with me
... where you belong..." she answered as she closed her eyes burying her head
against his chest as she felt his arms close tightly around her.

They fell asleep that way...oblivious to everything but each other.

And in the Bermuda Triangle, a huge hulking ship suddenly disappeared,
leaving nothing but an open expanse of dark murky waters in it's wake.

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The End (I know, a bit weird...but somehow, in my brain, it made
sense...anyone have any comments? Feedback is loved! Silk1023@aol.com)