TITLE:     EGGS IN ONE BASKET
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR
SPOILERS:  THROUGH PER MANUM.  NO REQUIEM.

SUMMARY:   Mulder and Scully are manipulated by 
mysterious forces with some unexpected results.

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  No 
copyright infringement intended.  No money made here.

WARNING:  There is non-vanilla (a/k/a anal) sex in 
this fic in Part 5.  If that sort of thing turns you 
off, you can skip over the portion clearly marked NC-
17.  You have been warned.

THANKS:  To my beta reader, FatCat, who is always 
ready to protect and serve.  Love you, babe.

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PART 1 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FRIDAY EVENING - 8:00 PM

"Don't you dare light that up!" I hissed at the 
cigarette-smoking bastard.

His eyebrows rose.

"They smell smoke in here it could ruin everything."

"The process is that delicate?" he asked calmly.

"I don't know but I'm new at this so let's not take 
any chances, all right?"

"Very well.  Finish up.  I'll wait in the car."  He 
turned on his heel and left.

I didn't want to do this but really had no choice.  
My life was threatened.  What was I supposed to do?  
I'd be no good to Mulder if I were pushing up 
daisies.  Perhaps I could help them down the road.  I 
hoped so.

I walked into Scully's bedroom and took out a 
lighter.  The candle was right where I'd seen it 
before.  I'd done my homework.  I was dismayed to see 
my hand shake as I lit it.  At least no one was here 
to observe it.

I turned around and walked back out into the living 
room, staring at them.  They both looked as though 
they were sleeping peacefully, one on each end of the 
couch.

I sighed and said, "You won't remember me being here 
or the sound of my voice except if I say the word 
prototype.  You'll wake up when you hear the door 
close."

I turned and walked to the door, opening it and 
stepped through.  I looked back at them.  "God 
forgive me," I whispered.

Then I slammed the door behind me.

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I jerked awake, not sure what had woken me up.  I 
glanced at Mulder and he was straightening up from 
his slouched position on the other end of the couch.  
"Shit, I fell asleep," I said.

"Mmm, me too," he mumbled.  He ran his fingers 
through his hair, messing it up.  "I have to use the 
bathroom," he announced.  He stood up and left the 
room.

I glanced at the coffee table and saw the file I'd 
been reading, open to the autopsy report.  Where had 
I left off?  Jesus, I hadn't realized I was so tired. 

I got up and went into the kitchen.  "Coffee?" I 
hollered.  

"Uh, yeah," he hollered back.

I pulled the filters and coffee out of the cupboard 
and proceeded to set up the coffee pot.  I heard his 
footsteps a minute later as he approached the 
kitchen.

"Hey Scully, you left a teacup in the bathroom."

"What?" I asked, whirling around to face him.  My 
God, that voice.  The sound of it had made my nipples 
harden.

"I said you left a teacup in the bathroom," he 
repeated, holding it out to me.  I nearly gasped at 
the sensation of my areolas puckering as his voice 
washed over me again.  

I nodded, stepping toward him and taking it from his 
hand.  It was empty, just the dregs of my tea in the 
bottom.  I put it in the sink and reached up to get 
some mugs from the cupboard above my head.  He was 
suddenly behind me.  I felt the heat of his body 
before he spoke.  

"Is something weird going on here?" he asked.

I turned slowly and looked up at him.  His eyes were 
dilated and his lids were heavy with arousal.  "I 
don't know.  Weird we both fell asleep."

"Yeah," he breathed out, his voice husky as hell.  

I nearly shivered at the sound of it.  "I don't 
remember having tea," I commented, trying to keep my 
voice steady.  "I don't remember leaving a teacup in 
the bathroom either.  Why the hell would I do that?"

My eyes widened as I watched him fixate on my lips.  
He'd swallowed it but he'd nearly moaned when I 
spoke.  What the hell was going on?  I was getting a 
little scared now.  "Mulder, I feel weird."

"Yeah, me too.  How do you feel weird?"

"I'm a little lightheaded."

"Me too."

"I'm, uh, reacting to the sound of your voice."

"Me too," he repeated.  "I mean, your voice."

"Reacting how?" I asked, even though I already knew 
the answer.  I glanced at his crotch and saw an 
impressive bulge in his jeans.

He looked down at himself and looked up at me 
shrugging sheepishly.  "Maybe we better look around," 
he suggested.

"Uh, yeah."

He trailed after me as I went back into the living 
room.  I closed the file I'd been reading and didn't 
see anything else out of place.  "That teacup," I 
began.  I stopped short as he actually moaned behind 
me.

I turned, looked up at him and said, "Where was it?"

"In the bathroom," he replied, his voice low and 
aroused.

"Where in the bathroom?" I asked.

He waved at me to follow him and I did.  When we 
reached the bathroom he pointed to the corner behind 
the sink.  "Said teacup was right there."

I shook my head, trying to ignore the fact that I was 
so aroused that I was creaming my panties every time 
I heard him speak.  I hissed air in through my teeth, 
feeling warmth wash through my abdomen and settle 
between my legs.  My body felt heavy and swollen.

I walked back out into the hall.  "Let me check the 
bedroom."

He followed me.  I could hear his accelerated 
breathing.  I pushed open my bedroom door.  I didn't 
remember closing it.  The smell of blueberries hit 
me.  "Jesus, I'm losing it," I said.  "I left this 
candle burning."  I advanced on it. 

Before I could blow it out, he stepped behind me and 
put his hands on my shoulders.  "No, leave it.  God, 
it smells good."

I shivered again; inhaling and feeling my knees bob 
as though they weren't going to hold my weight.  "I 
need to sit down," I said.

I turned and sat on the bed.  Mulder plunked down 
beside me and put his arm around me.  "Are you all 
right?" he asked, the back of his other hand seeking 
out my forehead.  "You feel a little warm.  Maybe 
you're getting a fever."

I moaned.  Just that simple touch of his flesh on my 
skin sent me reeling.  "Scully?" he asked, sounding 
genuinely distressed.

I looked up at him as I leaned back so I was lying 
down, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed.  "I 
think I'm all right."

His palm cupped my cheek and he turned me toward his 
face.  I felt a little disoriented and wondered how 
he was suddenly looming over me when I hadn't felt or 
seen him move.  His gaze was fixated on my mouth 
again.  "Jesus Scully, everything you do is turning 
me on," he croaked.

I gasped.  "Mulder, we shouldn't do this."  I knew 
there was a reason, but it was escaping me somehow.  
Mulder never acknowledged the sexual tension between 
us.  'What was up with that?' I wondered.

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He leaned down until his lips brushed mine lightly.  
"I can't help it.  Christ, I'm hard as a rock, so 
hard it hurts."  He lowered his head and began 
kissing me.

My traitorous body reacted like I'd been shocked.  My 
back arched off the bed, pressing my body against 
his.  He groaned and grasped my hand, pulling it down 
between us.  He pressed it to his erection, his 
tongue diving into the back of my mouth.

He was hot and hard.  I could feel the heat right 
through his jeans.  My whole body was suddenly on 
fire.  Before I knew what was happening, we were 
tearing each other's clothes off, and flinging them 
everywhere.  I had to touch his skin.  

Somehow I'd moved to the middle of my queen size bed.  
He knelt between my legs, his breath coming in 
anguished pants.  All the love, need, desire, and 
attraction for him seethed inside me, doing battle 
with my need for self-preservation.  Why shouldn't we 
do this?  I couldn't remember now.

He leaned forward, towering over me on all fours.  
His head lowered and he sucked a turgid nipple into 
his mouth.  I shrieked, "Oh God!"

My back arched again as my nipples throbbed with a 
stony pain.  I couldn't ever remember them being so 
hard.  They almost hurt.  Only the feel of his mouth 
and the touch of his fingers relieved the relentless 
pleasure-pain.

I gave up trying to figure out what was happening and 
gave myself over to the tremendous sensations he was 
creating.  He was everywhere at once.  His hands 
traveled over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in 
their wake.

My own hands weren't idle.  As though they had a mind 
of their own, they scudded up and down the rippling 
muscles of his back.  I didn't remember him being 
this big, his shoulders being this broad.  My God, 
I'd never seen a sexier human being in my entire 
life.

His fingers broke the bubble of wetness between my 
legs and I whimpered, "Plleeaassee."

He didn't need to ask what I wanted.  "Scully," he 
whispered with reverence.  "Oh God, I'm out of 
control."

"It's all right.  Do it.  I want it."

"Oh fuck," he mumbled.  Then he stroked into me 
swiftly, burying himself deep and pressing on my 
cervix.  Sweet burning pain rippled through my 
insides.  Sweet union.  "Waited so long," I 
whispered, suddenly wanting him to know my secret.

"Oh lord, Scully, yes.  Wanted you forever."  He 
began to thrust and those were the last words we said 
for a long time.  

It was incredible, mind-blowing, earth shaking sex.  
I'd read about it but now it was actually happening 
and I was totally lost in the sensations.  His 
hardness was relentless, sliding in and out of me, 
stretching, tugging and pulling sounds from the back 
of my throat, I knew I'd never uttered before.

He wasn't silent either.  His panting and long drawn 
out moans threw me over the edge once, twice, three 
times.  I wailed, clamping my eyes shut, seeing white 
lights explode behind my eyelids.  It seemed like my 
entire lower body collapsed onto his immense shaft.

He roared but kept thrusting through my wet internal 
spasms.  He kissed me clumsily, his lips sliding down 
my face to accost my neck.  One hand pinched my 
nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

I was coming in waves.  It felt like the top of my 
head was going blow off from the pleasure.  I wailed, 
seeing darkness tease the edge of my vision.  I 
struggled to keep my eyes open as I felt him shudder 
against me.  His cock hardened even further inside my 
clutching sheath.  He drove into me with three more 
unsteady thrusts.  Then he was shattering inside me, 
his cries seeming to echo off the walls. 

I felt heat invade my insides as he jerked inside me 
and came, and came, and came.  Then I felt the world 
go black.

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PART 2 (R)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SATURDAY MORNING

I woke feeling languid, warm, and sore.  'Sore?' I 
thought with a shock.  I startled to wakefulness.  
Several things registered at once.

One, I was naked.

Two, Scully was naked.

Three, I was spooned around her body, our skin 
connected from neck to knee.  My arm was around her 
waist, the other under her head, which she was 
currently using as a pillow.

I forced myself to relax.  She wasn't awake yet and I 
was enjoying the feeling of snuggling with her.  It 
all came flooding back to me.  

We'd made love.

Holy shit on a shingle.  We'd made love.

Why?  What had prompted this madness?  I'd never even 
had the courage to really kiss her.  I thought back 
over the events of the evening.

We'd been reading the Riley case, trying to figure 
out if the dead man had been an abductee.  The 
autopsy had showed that he didn't have a chip in his 
neck.  He did, however, have the odd triangle shape 
scar behind his ear that Max Fenig had sported.

Somewhere in there, I'd gotten sleepy.  That was 
unusual in and of itself.  I barely slept four hours 
a night.  I remembered hearing her telling me about 
the scar.  I just couldn't keep my eyes open.  

The next thing I remember is waking up slightly 
confused, wondering how I could have fallen asleep.  
Shutting off like a light was Scully's forte, not 
mine.

Then what?  Oh yeah, the infamous teacup.  I'd seen 
it in there when I went to take a leak.  Knowing how 
fastidious Scully was, I was surprised to see it 
there.  I'd carried it into the kitchen and told her 
she'd left it in the bathroom.

That's when everything started to get weird.  I'd 
felt light headed, a little shaky in the knees.  
Every time she spoke, I'd felt more blood leave my 
brain and travel south to the little head.  By the 
time we'd left the kitchen, I'd been walking funny.

Don't get me wrong.  It was hardly the first time 
that Scully had turned me on, but there had certainly 
been something unusual going on.  I literally 
couldn't control myself.  It seemed that she was in 
as much distress as I was.

My brain had questioned what was going on.  I even 
think I asked her out loud.  However, in the end, my 
body had been running the show, and I'd kissed away 
any lingering protests she might have been about to 
lodge.

What if she regretted it?  I had sinking feeling in 
the middle of my gut at that thought.  Something 
weird had happened, but I didn't regret it.  It was 
something I'd wanted for ages.  But what now?

I felt her stir beside me and took a deep breath, 
bracing for her to come to and shove me off my side 
of the bed.  

I knew the moment she came to full wakefulness.  She 
stiffened in my arms.  Her hand came down on my arm 
that was wrapped around her tummy.  She gasped softly 
and then let her breath out through pursed lips.  I 
decided I should let her know I was awake.

"Scully?" I said softly.

She turned slowly as I loosened my hold on her, 
rolling onto her back.  Her head turned toward me, 
her eyes huge in her face.  I'd rarely seen her 
panic, but that was the face she was wearing now.  
"Mulder?  Oh my God!" she whispered frantically.

I felt her body weight shift and knew she was going 
to bolt out of the bed.  My arm came down gently but 
firmly and held her in place as she started to rise.
She fell back as I tugged on her.  "Don't run, 
Scully, please."

She took a few deep breaths with her eyes closed and 
then opened them.  I levered up onto my elbow, and 
braced my head in my hand so I could look down at 
her.  "It wasn't a dream, was it?" she asked.

"No," I said, hearing the quiver of my voice in that 
one small word.

"I can't believe we did that!  I can't believe I lost 
control like that.  God, Mulder, I'm so embarrassed," 
she hissed.  Her hands came up to cover her face.

Well, I hadn't expected that.  I sat up so I could 
free my hands.  I gently pulled her hands away from 
her face and leaned into her.  "There's nothing to be 
embarrassed about."

"What?  How can you say that?  I totally flipped out.  
I must have lost my mind!"

I tried to hide the flash of hurt that darted through 
me.  I wasn't quick enough.

"Oh, Mulder!  No, I don't mean it that way."

"It's okay, really, Scully."  No, it wasn't, but what 
else was I going to say? 

"No, I just mean I wasn't myself," she said lamely, 
shaking her head as though trying to find a way to 
explain herself and coming up empty.  Evidently, my 
face wasn't reassuring.  "What do you want me to say, 
Mulder?" she asked weakly.

I stared at her until her eyes met mine.  Gruffly, I 
said, "I want you to say you don't regret it."  

"You don't?" she asked tentatively.

I shook my head.  "Not for a minute," I admitted 
grudgingly.

"But, that doesn't make sense."

I smiled.  "Love doesn't have to make sense, Scully."

Her eyes widened and fixed on my face again.  "Luu, 
love?  You didn't say anything about love last 
night."

I decided honestly was the best policy here.  I'd let 
the cat out of the bag, but I really didn't know how 
else to handle this.  We couldn't go back to holding 
hands.  I wouldn't be able to stand it.  "I didn't?"

She shook her head, looking curiously hopeful.  

Could she have wanted this as much as I did all 
along?  "Well, I do, love you, that is.  I have for a 
long time," I added.  I paused and then asked because 
I had to know, "Did you ever want me, before this I 
mean?"

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, drawing my 
gaze again.  Her eyes opened and she looked slightly 
nervous but she whispered, "Yes."

I blew air out of pursed lips, feeling something 
loosen inside me.  I wasn't alone in this.  She might 
not love me the way I loved her, but she had wanted 
me.  "It wasn't the first time you'd turned me on 
either," I confessed.

"Really?  Well, even if that's true, last night 
wasn't natural.  You can't think that, do you?"

"No, something strange happened.  I'm not sure what 
but we'll figure it out."

"What are we going to do?"

"About us or about figuring out what happened?"

"About us," she clarified.

I licked my own lips and forced myself to look into 
her eyes.  "I know this was an aberration, or the way 
it happened was," I began.  "The truth is that I 
don't want to treat it that way."

"You don't?"

"No, my feelings aren't an aberration.  They've been 
here for a long time."

"Your feelings?" she prompted.

I took a deep breath and then took the plunge.  "I 
love you, Scully."  I couldn't hold her gaze and 
looked away, chewing on my lower lip.

She reached up and used her thumb to pull my lip out 
from between my teeth.  "That's good news," she 
whispered.

"It is?" I asked, feeling a crazy dart of hope run 
through me.  Maybe this wouldn't be a disaster after 
all.  I let my gaze wander back to her face.

"Yeah.  I love you too, Mulder."

I felt a hot tear scud down my cheek.  Her thumb 
wiped it off and she brought it to her mouth.  
Watching those swollen lips pucker up around her 
finger made my dick twitch.  I leaned down slowly, 
giving her time to pull away.  She didn't, just laid 
there, waiting patiently.

I brushed my lips over hers.  "Say we can keep doing 
this, Scully."

She smiled.  "We can keep doing this," she said, 
still whispering.

I let my mouth cover hers and kissed her very slowly, 
feeling my lips tremble against hers.  Her tongue 
darted out to swipe at my lower lip and I moaned, 
deepening the kiss, but still being gently and light.

I pulled back so I could see her face.  "Last night 
was the most phenomenal experience I've ever had," I 
told her.

She gave me a look that was almost shy, and I saw 
color rise in her cheeks.  "It was pretty 
incredible," she agreed.  "Very intense."

We smiled wider at one another.  "Do you think we 
were drugged?" I asked tentatively.  I didn't want 
her to think that I thought her passion was drug 
induced.  At the same time, we knew it had been 
something that triggered our frenzy.  

"It's a distinct possibility.  I think we should get 
some blood drawn."

"All right," I agreed.  "Are we okay, Scully?"

"Yeah, we're okay."

I kissed her again before exiting the bed to find my 
scattered clothes.  After a quick shower, we went to 
Georgetown University Hospital where Scully used her 
credentials to get someone to take blood samples 
right away.  Against their advice, she took them with 
us and we went to the lab at Quantico.  She wanted to 
conduct the tests herself.  If we had been drugged 
somehow, we didn't need to advertise.  Drug using FBI 
agents were frowned upon.

It only took a couple of hours for the tests to be 
run that Scully wanted to do.  She sat reading the 
print out of the results when I returned to the lab 
with two coffees in hand.  "What's the verdict?" I 
asked.

She looked up, "We were drugged."

I frowned and handed her the coffee.  "How?"

"How?  I don't know that yet."

"With what?"

"A combination of Viagra and GHB.  Viagra as you 
know, increases blood flow to the genitals.  That 
works for women with lubrication problems but not for 
other female sexual dysfunction.  GHB, or Gamma 
hydroxybutyrate, in small doses of a gram or less 
acts as a relaxant, causes loss of muscle tone and, 
surprise, reduced inhibitions."

"I've heard of GHB.  It apparently surpassed Rohypnol 
as a date rape drug.  It's liquid ecstasy, I think."

"Give the G-man a gold star," she joked.  "The 
affects last three to six hours," she continued

"Okay, so I was dosed on GHB and Viagra.  That still 
doesn't explain my total lack of control," I said.  
"I'm a little embarrassed about that, by the way."

"Hey, if I'm not allowed to be embarrassed, neither 
are you.  I wasn't exactly the sole of discretion 
either."

"That frenzy was not how I pictured our first time," 
I said quietly.

She looked up from the papers in her hand and set her 
coffee on the table.  "How did you picture it?"

I looked around but we were alone in the lab.  I 
refocused on her.  "A lot of ways, one of which 
included soft music, good food, candlelight and a 
nice long seduction."

"Well, we had candlelight," she teased.

I smiled.  "Not that I didn't have my raunchy 
fantasies as well," I blurted out, unable to resist 
the chance for slinging innuendo.

She grinned.  "I'll bet.  You'll have to tell me 
about them sometime."

"Oh, there's this one where we're in a dark movie 
theater," I began.

She held up a hand, failing miserably at suppressing 
her smile.  "Later, stud.  We have work to do."

"Spoil sport," I shot back in mock disappointment.

She stood and grabbed her coffee.  I followed her 
out.


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PART 3 (PG-13)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SATURDAY EVENING

The rest of the day didn't cough up any clues.  I was 
frustrated but still curious.  I sat on the couch and 
held a paper plate under my chin as I ate my egg 
roll.  "Someone obviously wanted us to have sex," I 
stated the obvious.

She nodded.  "Apparently.  The question is why?"

"Bring us closer only to try and tear us apart?" I 
suggested.  "It wouldn't be the first time they tried 
to ruin me by taking you away from me."

She shot me a sad look.  "Let's not go there."

"It's all right, Scully.  I'm just saying that they 
knew before I did, I think, what it would do to me.  
I was still in denial.  By the time you were 
returned, all my denial had gone down the toilet."

"You've hid this from me for five years?" she asked.

I shrugged.  "I honestly didn't think you felt that 
way about me.  A couple of times I vowed to tell you 
and then fear would hold me back.  I was just so damn 
grateful to have you back.  Later, I was just 
grateful to have you in my life."

She set her plate down and scooted closer to me.  I 
polished off my egg roll with one last gigantic bite 
and threw my plate on the table.  I lifted my arm and 
she scooted under it, snuggling into my side.  When I 
was finished chewing, I said, "This is great."

"What?"

"Just this.  Being able to touch you and cuddle up."

"You're a cuddler, huh?"

"Of the highest rank," I teased.  "I'd almost 
forgotten what it felt like."

She slid her arms around me from the side and 
squeezed.  I felt so relaxed and sated.  I looked 
down at her and let a smile spread across my face.

"What?" she asked.

"I can't remember the last time I felt this happy."

I saw her eyes pool with moisture but she didn't cry.  
"I know their motives were probably screwed up, but 
I'm not sorry this happened, Mulder.  I feel like a 
thousand pound weight has been lifted off my 
shoulders."

I nodded, using my free hand to tuck a piece of hair 
behind her ear.  "Ditto," I said.

We sat there for several minutes, just enjoying being 
close and being able to touch one another.  Of 
course, my mind was still working.  All of a sudden, 
a thought occurred to me and I felt a little spurt of 
adrenaline and my heart began to beat hard.  I must 
have tensed up or something because Scully raised her 
head off my shoulder and said, "What?"

"When was your last period?" I asked.

"What?" she asked.

"Sorry to blurt that out.  Seriously, though; when 
was your last period?"

"About two weeks ago, why?" she replied.

"What if they wanted you to get pregnant?"

She stiffened.  "Mulder, we both know that can't 
happen."

"Do we?  Have you been tested lately?"

"Well, no, but once you're barren, you're barren."

I felt her flinch even saying the word.  I knew how 
much she wanted a child.  I knew how much they liked 
to fuck with people's bodies.  I don't know why I was 
so sure, but suddenly, I was filled with certainty.

"Scully, we need to get you tested, first thing 
Monday morning."

"You can't be serious," she said, but I heard the 
small waver in her voice.

"Yes, I'm dead serious.  It's the only thing that 
makes sense."

"Even if it were possible, why would they want me to 
get pregnant?"

"I have no idea."

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DR. KYLE PLAXTON'S OFFICE
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
MONDAY AFTERNOON

He couldn't be right.  He just couldn't.  I refused 
to let myself get my hopes up.  Mulder sat next to me 
in the waiting room, his knee bobbing with excess 
energy.  

I put a hand on it and he stopped, mumbling, "Sorry."

The doctor emerged.  "Dr. Scully?"

We stood up as he approached.  

"I have your test results from this morning.  I put a 
rush on them as you requested.  Oddly enough, judging 
by your hormone levels, there was ovulation activity 
in your ovaries."

"How can this be?" I asked, feeling a little faint.

Mulder's arm slipped around my shoulder and I was 
grateful for the steadying force.

"I'm not sure."

"Did you do the pregnancy test?"

"Yes, but its inconclusive.  I don't know how long 
ago you had sex, but I would wait a couple weeks and 
we can test again."

"Okay.  May I see the results?"  

He handed over the papers. 

I scanned them.  They could be wrong, I told myself.  
Even if they weren't, there was nothing conclusive 
here.  Just the fact that there was evidence of 
ovulation was enough to make me pause though.  More 
dangerously, it was enough to make me feel hope.  I 
was afraid I was setting myself for a huge 
disappointment.

"May I keep these?" I asked.

"Certainly," Dr. Paxton replied.  "We have all the 
information on computer.  You may keep the hard 
copies."

"Thank you," I replied.  I shook his hand and Mulder 
followed suit.

He waited until we were outside and in the car to 
turn to me.  "It means something, Scully."

I sighed.  "Maybe.  There's nothing conclusive here, 
Mulder."

"There's been a change, right?"

"Well, yes, in my hormone levels, but that doesn't 
definitely mean that I ovulated."

"We'll test again in a couple weeks."

"Mulder, it's too soon.  It could be a month before 
we get a test that's reliable.  It will be at least a 
couple weeks before I'll know if my period isn't 
coming."

He smiled.  "Are you going to be able to wait a 
month?  Or two weeks for that matter?"

"We have to."

"Maybe," was his cryptic answer.

XXXXXXXXXX

FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VA
MONDAY EVENING

I stared at the tape on the window in the shape of an 
X.  I wondered if there was anyone left to answer the 
call.  Did they still watch Mulder's apartment like a 
hawk?  I had my doubts.

He returned to the living room with two iced teas, 
and we sipped and waited, watching the ten o'clock 
news.  The abrupt sound of the phone ringing startled 
me and made me jump.  Mulder was kind enough not to 
mention it as he answered the phone.  "Mulder.  We'll 
be there," he said after a pause.

"Where are we going?"

"Arlington Tavern, half an hour," he answered.
 
"Who was it?"

He hesitated.  "I'm not sure."

"Something's bothering you."

"I almost recognized the voice, but I can't be sure."

"Who?"

"It sounded like Marita," he said in a bewildered 
voice.

"On a first name basis with Ms. Covarrubius?" I 
asked, feeling a dart of insecurity.

He looked at me for a moment and then smiled.  "Oh 
please, Scully."

"What?  She's helped you before.  I've seen her give 
you the eye."

"The eye?" he asked, clearly amused.

"She's not immune."

"To what, for God's sake."

"She thinks you're hot, like the rest of us."

"You've got to be kidding me," he said, shaking his 
head.  Then he leaned closer.  "You think I'm hot, 
Scully?"

I smiled.  "Obviously."

"Well, you're the only one I care about.  As long as 
you think I'm hot, I'm elated."

"Okay, Elated-Boy, let's go."

"It only takes ten minutes, if that, to get there, 
Scully," he informed me.

"I can't stand sitting here anymore," I admitted.

He nodded and followed me to the door, snagging his 
leather bomber jacket off the back of his dining area 
chair.  I slipped my lined trench coat on and he 
locked the door behind us after we exited.  His hand 
fell on its usual place on my low back as he guided 
me down the hall.

I smiled.  It was good to know that some things 
hadn't changed.  That touch of familiarity gave me a 
strange sense of comfort.  I guess you found it in 
the weirdest places, when you least expected it.  I 
was dying to know what was going on here.

Oddly enough, I was strangely calm about the whole 
thing.  Don't get me wrong.  I was nervous about the 
prospect of being potentially fertile, but I still 
wasn't holding out much hope.  

The fact remained that we had been drugged.  The 
reasons were still unclear.  I hoped we would get 
some answers tonight.  Even if we didn't, I somehow 
felt that we would be all right, as long as we were 
together.

I felt that connection to him as never before.  Our 
making love had not shattered anything.  It had 
bonded us even closer.  If that had been their 
purpose, then they succeeded.  Who were these 
mysterious 'THEY' people anyway?  I knew Mulder was 
thinking aliens or Consortium members, but I wasn't 
so sure.

I'd never been sure where her loyalties laid, despite 
the fact that she had helped Mulder in the past.  
'Trust no one' was still our motto.

We walked the five blocks and entered the tavern.  It 
wasn't as smoky as I'd anticipated.  Mulder went to 
the bar and got us two club sodas while I secured a 
booth far in the back corner.  

He brought our drinks and slid in next to me.  We 
were fifteen minutes early.  I picked at the bowl of 
peanuts on the table and sipped my soda, trying to 
think of something to say.

"At least someone answered," Mulder said.

"Yeah, now we know for sure you're still being 
watched."

"Always the optimist.  That's my Scully."

I smiled at the 'my Scully' comment.  "Sorry," I 
muttered.

"Don't be.  I understand."  Again, he draped his arm 
over my shoulder and I leaned into him, once again, 
strangely calm about this new development.

This show of solidarity was what she saw as she 
approached the booth ten minutes later.  She slid in 
opposite us and her eyes darted over us, noting his 
arm around my shoulder.  I straightened, but Mulder 
did not remove his arm.  


XXXXXXXXXX

PART 4 (NC-17)
ALEXANDRIA TAVERN
ALEXANDRIA, VA
MONDAY EVENING

She cleared her throat.  "What did you want?"

Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "One guess."

Her eyes flitted over his arm again.  "What do you 
want to know?"

"We were drugged.  Who did it?" Mulder asked.

"I can't tell you that."

"Something else happened.  It wasn't just the drugs."

She nodded.  "I think you were hypnotized."

"Hypnotized?" Mulder and I said at the same time.  
That was something neither one of us had considered.

"To do what?" Mulder asked.

Marita's face actually grew pink.  "Uh, to respond to 
certain trigger words that would cause you to 
consummate your relationship."

"Trigger words," I said slowly.

"Yes, as I understand it, certain words or things 
would trigger you."

"Trigger us," I repeated slowly.

She took a deep breath.  "Trigger arousal, Agent 
Scully."

"Why?  Why would they want us to lose control and 
'consummate our relationship'," Mulder asked, 
emphasizing her euphemism.

She looked at the table and then looked up at me.  
"Because they want you to conceive."

"I can't conceive," I said automatically.

She frowned.  "I guess you'll find out, won't you?" 
she said in a carefully modulated voice.

"Did they do something else to me?" I asked.  My hand 
unconsciously went to the chip in my neck.  I know 
she didn't miss the action and I dropped my hands 
back into my lap.

"I don't know.  I suspect they may have."

"I haven't experienced any lost time."

"You might not need to be indisposed."

Mulder snorted.  "Indisposed.  You're the queen of 
euphemisms tonight, aren't you?" he asked 
sarcastically.

She turned her eyes to him.  "I didn't have to come 
here tonight, Agent Mulder.  As a matter of fact, I 
took a big risk in contacting you."

Mulder sobered.  "I'm sorry.  We're just tense over 
this whole thing."

She nodded.  

"Why do they want me to have a baby?" I asked.

"They want 'you two' to have a baby," she clarified.

Mulder frowned.  "What's the significance?"

She licked her lips.  "You have an immunity to the 
retro-virus.  Agent Scully has branched DNA that they 
believe boosts her immune system, along with the 
anti-viral you injected her with in Antarctica.
 
I felt a stab of fear.  "Do they mean to take this 
baby from me, if I were to have it?" I asked.

Marita frowned.  "I'm not sure about that."

"How do you know this much?" Mulder asked 
suspiciously.

"I have informants," she said.

"What should we do?" Mulder asked.

"The best you can.  If I find out anything more that 
can help you, I will be in touch."

"I don't like this at all," I said.  "We're being 
manipulated again."

Marita looked away and then back at us.  "I don't 
think you're in any immediate danger.  If they wanted 
you dead, they would have killed you by now.  Lord 
knows they've had the opportunities.  They have 
bigger things in store for you."

"The danger is down the road?  Say, nine months down 
the road?" Mulder suggested.

Marita didn't answer right away.  "That would be my 
guess," she said politely.  "However, I don't know 
for sure."

"Is it the Consortium, Marita?"

She stood up and took one step.  Then she turned back 
to us.  

"Marita?" Mulder prompted.

"Yes," she mouthed.  Then she turned again and walked 
away.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes and 
finished our sodas.  Then without a word, we stood 
and left the bar.  

We held hands on the way home, each processing this 
new information.  It was a lot to take in.  Of 
course, not knowing the long-range plan was 
frustrating in the extreme.  

If I believed Marita, and I did, then I was fertile 
again.  They weren't stupid enough to rig us up to 
consummate if they weren't fairly sure they would get 
the desired result.

My heart beat a little faster.  Despite the unknown 
dangers ahead, I couldn't help but feel a bit of hope 
now.  It was still dangerous, I knew, but I was 
human, after all.  I hadn't been abducted again or 
experienced lost time.  I had to assume they were 
able to make me ovulate through the chip in my neck.  

XXXXXXXXXX 

FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VA

We entered the apartment and Mulder threw the dead 
bolts.  Once we stripped off our coats and sat on the 
bed, Mulder cleared his throat.

He turned to me and said, "Teacup."

I gasped as I felt my nipples harden and my areola 
pucker, just like Friday night.  "Mulder?"

"That's the trigger."

"They planted the teacup," I said, following his line 
of thinking and seeing him straighten a leg and tug 
on the denim to make room for his growing hard on.

"Uh, let's avoid saying that word, huh?" he said.

"Well, at least that part makes sense.  I didn't 
leave that, thing, in the bathroom."

"You probably didn't light that candle either.  It 
was scented.  Sense memory is heavily tied to the 
olfactory senses," he said as if reciting from a 
textbook.

"Could be.  Does it matter now?"

"Not really.  I just like having the puzzle pieces in 
place."

"We don't know much more than we did earlier," I 
commented.

He nodded.  "True, but we did learn a couple of 
things."

"What?"

"Well, she confirmed our suspicions that you're 
supposed to get pregnant.  She confirmed that the 
Consortium is behind this, and we learned that the 
hypnosis is what made us lose control.  The triggers 
made us aroused, but I get aroused all time.  I 
managed not to jump you for nearly 6 years."

"Managed not to 'jump' me?" I asked, amused with his 
choice words.

He grinned at me.  "Not that the thought didn't cross 
my mind."

I smirked.

"I'm actually glad to know that there was another 
factor."

"Me too."

"I'm curious about something though," he said idly.

"What's that?"

"I wonder if the sex will be as good without the 
triggers."

Now I laughed.  He had such a boyish look on his face 
as he waited for my response.  "Guess there's only 
one way to find out, huh?" I teased back.

XXXXXXXXXX

A minute later found us stark naked and rolling 
around in Mulder's king size bed.

The kissing frenzy slowed down suddenly and Mulder 
took a deep breath, gazing at me as his hand slid 
down over my hip and detoured between my legs.  

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

His eyelids fluttered and air hissed through his 
teeth with his sudden intake of breath as he felt my 
juices running over his fingers.  "Jesus, Scully, 
you're so wet."

I smiled and he lined himself up, rubbing over my 
lips, wetting the head of his cock and bumping into 
my swollen clitoris and making it jump.  He started 
pushing into my soaking lips.  If I wasn't so 
excited, I would have been embarrassed.  I moaned 
with every stroke that pushed a little more of his 
cock inside.

"Don't tease," I whimpered.  

He just gave me a sly smile and balanced on his 
elbows.  He started making love to me real slow, 
pulling out until he was barely inside and then 
sliding back in to the hilt, giving a little grunt 
and snap of his hips once embedded.  Then he would 
slid out slowly and do it again.

His cock felt massive and I could feel my hungry 
muscles stretch and quiver with each new invasion.  I 
was so out of it before, I hadn't noticed how thick 
he was, especially at the base of his shaft.  It 
spread my opening to the max.  It felt like I was 
being split up the middle but in a very good way.  
The pressure and pleasure would run right up to the 
edge of pain, but not topple over.

Every stroke sent me higher until I reached a peak of 
ecstasy, tumbling over the cliff, feeling as though I 
was floating as my body shimmered with bolts of 
pleasure and release of tension.

His steady thrusting never wavered.  He became slick 
with sweat.  His head lowered to bury itself in 
between my neck and shoulder.  Low sounds of tortured 
pleasure flowed out of his throat.  Still, he pumped 
into me steadily, never speeding up.

I peaked again and again, shouting through the almost 
violent contractions of my vaginal walls.  Lights are 
forming behind my eyes and I explode yet again, 
spiraling into a deep well of pleasure.  

Finally, he seemed to start losing control.  His 
thrusts sped up and became erratic.  He hiked up on 
his knees, throwing his whole body behind his 
thrusts.  "Let go, baby," I whispered in his ear, my 
hands gripping his shoulder.

"Oh shit, oh God, Scully.  Oh no, not yet."

"Yes, come for me.  Fill me up," I groaned.

He shouted.  "Oh Jesus!  Here it comes.  Oh God, 
Scully.  Oh shhhiiiitttt!" he roared, lost in his own 
ecstasy as he began unloading his semen.  I felt his 
balls quiver against my ass as he held himself buried 
deep.  There was so much it almost felt like he was 
emptying his very essence into me.
 
A whole body shudder wracked through him.  He shouted 
and jerked, and finally ran dry, sinking down to 
envelope my body in his weight and heat.  "Holy 
shit," he muttered.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I chuckled.  "That was fantastic."

"Yeah, we should try it sometime without saying 
anything before hand."

"You're wondering if it was that intense because of 
the trigger words we mentioned earlier, before we got 
in here?"

He nodded.  "We each only said it once, but we did 
say it."

He lifted his weight off me but was still tumescent 
and laying limp inside me.  "Next time, or we just 
enjoy the effects.  Either way, I want this to 
continue."

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

He grinned playfully.  "We'll test the theory at some 
later date, but actually it might not be a bad 
thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Any time one of us is in the mood, and the other 
isn't."

"What do you mean?" I asked again.

"All we have to do is say 'teacup', and the other 
person will probably get in the mood fast."

I felt my nipples pebble up into tight buds from just 
his one mention of the word.  "Unless we have the 
hypnotic suggestion removed."

"Why bother?  As long as we are staying together?"

"I guess so," I said, unsure how I felt about it.  I 
didn't like having my mind messed with.  Then again, 
this one, in the long run, seemed rather harmless.


XXXXXXXXXX

PART 5 (NC-17)
FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VA
THE NEXT MORNING

I woke the next morning to find Mulder spooned behind 
me, his nose buried in my neck and his erection 
pressing between the cheeks of my ass.

After my initial second of disorientation, everything 
came back to me.  I was in Mulder's bed, finally.  I 
sighed with contentment, unwilling to break up this 
warm snuggle party just yet.

He stirred and pressed against me.  I felt languid 
and a bit lame.  I'd used muscles recently that 
hadn't seen action in a long time.  He sniffed loudly 
and I knew he was awake.

He poked me again and I chuckled.  "Want to shower?"

"No.  I want to fuck," he said in a lazy, gravel 
voice.

"Mulder!" I said, the scolding tone clear in my 
voice.

"What?" he asked with exaggerated innocence.  "You 
don't?  'Xcuse me, make love.  Even if I fuck you, 
I'm making love to you."

"It's Tuesday and we have to go to work," I 
protesting, trying to roll away and ignore the rest 
of his declaration.

"It's only 6:00 AM, Scully, relax.  We have time."

"We should shower and get some breakfast."

"We should make love.  What do you say, teacup?" he 
asked, the tease percolating in his voice.

"Oh no, Mulder.  Don't try that this early!" I said, 
feeling my nipples harden to aching points.

His hand slid up and gripped one breast, his thumb 
and forefinger easily finding my nipple.  He pinched 
lightly and I groaned, feeling tingles appear in my 
abdomen.  "Yes, be with me," he said.

I whimpered and took a deep breath, preparing to 
lodge my final protest and pull away.  

His lips landed on the shell of my ear.  "Teacup," he 
whispered.

"Oh shit," I moaned as I felt wetness flood my 
juncture.  "You're not playing fair, TEACUP!" I 
cried.

He groaned, but I felt the smile against my ear.  
"You don't think so, Teacup?" he teased.

A bolt of arousal sensitized every nerve in my body.  
"That's enough, Teacup," I fired back.

He groaned and rolled me onto my back.

He rolled between my legs, which spread open with a 
mind of their own.  "Wanna try something?" he asked.
"I'm wondering if anything we suggest to one another 
will allow us to do what we want while we're under 
the influence of the post-hypnotic suggestion."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, say, if I wanted to do something and you 
weren't sure about it."

"Like what?"

He hesitated.  "Forget it," he mumbled, pushing his 
shaft against my mound and lowering his head to the 
pillow next to mine.

"What do you want, Mulder?" I asked, my hands sliding 
down his back.  

He hesitated again, still not looking at me.  Then he 
said, "Have you ever had anal sex, Scully?"

I felt him tremble against me, whether in fear or 
excitement, I'm not sure.  My breath left my lungs 
and I felt my pelvis grow heavy.  "Oh Christ."

"Have you?  Has anyone ever made love to you that 
way?" he asked gently

"No, they haven't," I clarified.

"Does the idea excite you?"

"I don't know."  A second later, I admitted, "Yes."

He hummed and kissed my neck.  "Wanna try?"

"Do you have any lubrication?"

"Yes.  I have KY in that top drawer in my 
nightstand," he said casually.  

"Okay, but it if it hurts, we stop."

"Of course," he said softly.  "I'd never hurt you."

"I know."

"You'll try it?" he asked, a glimmer of excitement 
sparking in the depths of his hazel eyes.

"Yes," I squeaked, my voice having suddenly deserted 
me.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

He retrieved his KY jelly, which I assumed he'd used 
for masturbating.  He rolled me onto my stomach, 
propping me up on several pillows. 

His cold fingers pressed gently against me, spreading 
the jelly and sparking nerve endings to life that had 
never been tested.  I groaned.

He began talking to me and I didn't realize what he 
was doing for several minutes.  Then I realized he 
was seeing if his suggestions would make my body 
react.

"Do you feel yourself relaxing, Scully?"

"Yeeaahh," I moaned.

"Yeah, you feel your muscle letting loose around my 
finger, Scully?"

"Yeeaahh."

"Relax, and this time when I push you're going feel 
something inside you let loose and two of my fingers 
are going to slide easily inside."

"Yeeaahh."  I was pretty much stuck on that word. 

He did it and I moaned, feeling every hair on my body 
stand up.  I was amazed that I wasn't feeling more 
resistance.  While the act was not repulsive to me in 
any way, I'd just never trusted anyone to do it and 
not hurt me, to be patient and loving enough.  I 
realized I did trust Mulder.  I knew he would never 
hurt me.  Whether that was the cause of my relaxation 
or if it was his suggestions triggering post-hypnotic 
arousal, I didn't know.  

Within minutes, I was so horny and worked up, I 
didn't care.  All I knew was I wanted him inside me, 
somewhere, anywhere.  "Plllleeeeaaaasssseeee," I 
begged, finally finding the strength of another word.

By now he was plunging three fingers easily into my 
rear end.  He pulled them out gently and I felt his 
thumbs holding my backside open to the cool air with 
a firm but gentle touch.

I heard him stroke himself, probably with more lube 
and then he touched down against the tender muscle.  
I felt it spasm lightly as if it would close up.  
"Open to me, Scully.  Let every muscle that gets hit 
turn to jelly."

His head pushed inside and I threw my head back 
feeling him breach that first gate.  "Oh God, 
Scully," he whispered.

His hands gripped my waist and his touch was 
electrifying.  I rocked back and he moaned, pushing 
forward.  "Do it," I moaned.

He pressed forward, "Oh yeah, take my cock, Scully.  
It's going to feel good.  Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" I cried as he sunk a couple inches deep and 
stopped.

He began rocking into me.  "It's going to feel so 
good, Scully.  Every time I push deeper, it's going 
to make you hotter and more relaxed."  He pushed 
deeper and I felt waves of arousal course through me.  
I guess his theory was working.  If I could gather my 
brain cells I could return the favor.

I shook my head to clear it and cleared my throat.  
"Feel good, Mulder?" I asked.

"God, yes!" he hissed.

"Does your cock throb and feel harder every time you 
rock into me?"

"Oooohhhh, shit!" he groaned, pressing deeper.  
"Yeah, that's it, Scully.  Talk to me, baby."

He began to stroke, sinking deeper with every stroke 
and in no time, I had shivers racing up and down 
spine.  His rhythm wasn't fast but it was steady.

"Oh, you're in so deep.  Does it feel just a little 
bit tighter with every stroke, huh?" I asked.  

He moaned.

"Do you feel yourself swell just a tiny bit with 
every push inside?"

He moaned again, his panting audible now.  "No more," 
he gasped.

He was completely sheathing himself in my ass now, 
and I never felt even a smidge of pain, only a 
tremendous pressure, that seemed to grow with every 
stroke.  I realized it was the side effect of me 
saying he felt bigger and I felt tighter.  It had 
affected me too and every stroke was an exercise in 
ecstasy beyond anything I'd ever known.

One hand slid forward, grasping my breast and 
pinching my nipple again.  I cried out.  "You're 
close aren't you?" he gasped.

"Yes," I hiccupped.

"Oh Christ, Scully.  Oh Jesus, come for me, come hard 
for me."

I did.  Just like that.  My body went taut and my 
nerves hummed like live wires.  I felt my insides 
sputter spastically, and my ass muscles went along 
for the ride.  

Mulder grunted loudly with pleasure.  His hand was 
suddenly between my legs.  One flick of my clit and I 
went off again.  "Oh God, Come harder!" he nearly 
screamed.

I did.  Just like that, feeling my body clench and 
all my muscles release tension at once.  My head spun 
and he choked out one more time before his own peak.  
"Oh fuck.  Love you.  Come harder than you've ever 
come in your life," he groaned into my ear.

I did.  Just like that.  This time I screamed, 
feeling my body jerk and spasm with waves of blinding 
pleasure that tickled the edge of consciousness and 
threatened to make me pass out.  "Come hard in my 
ass," I managed to choke out.

Distantly, I heard him bellow, felt his hips jerk 
against my ass.  His cock swelled tightly in my ass 
and began blasting hot semen deep into my bowels.  
The sensation kicked the end of my orgasm and I 
wailed, feeling it continue although not as violent 
in its wrenching spasms.

He collapsed, jerking and shaking against my body.  
He ground against me, his balls pressing against my 
soaking labia.  

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXX

It was a few minutes before either of us could move.  
He retreated slowly and gently, massaging my ass 
cheeks and I sighed deeply.  "I've never felt this 
sated," I mumbled.

He rolled onto his side and peered at my face.  "I 
didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Hell, no," I said.

He chuckled.  "There are no words.  Jesus, that was 
phenomenal.  Was I unfair?"

"Definitely," I said sternly.

He frowned.  "Are you going to hold it against me?"

"Only if you hold it against me," I replied.

He grinned.  "Are we talking a negative or a positive 
here, Scully?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you're not kicking, screaming, and slapping, 
so that's a good sign."

I smiled at him, raising my head enough to kiss the 
end of his generous nose.  "It's fine.  Don't do that 
all the time though."

"The anal sex or the instructing?" he asked.

"Either.  I don't want to rely on it for pleasure.  
It could fade with time."

"That's possible."

"Don't want to put all our eggs in one basket, you 
know?  We could be disappointed later."

He touched my stomach with a warm palm.  "I hope 
there's eggs in the basket," he said softly, changing 
my meaning completely.  Then he added, "Okay, we'll 
go all natural next time, no coaxing, no trigger 
word."

"Promise?"

"I promise," he said, leaning in to kiss me softly on 
the lips, sucking gently on my lower lip.  I hummed, 
touched by his startling tenderness.  "I love you, 
Scully.  That's not going to fade with time.  You 
could never disappoint me.  I can't even believe I'm 
with you like this."

"I love you too, Mulder.  That will never fade for me 
either."

Only time would tell if I was really fertile again.

THE END.