Title: Wishing and Wanting

Author:  Starrlyte (DScully141)

Rated:  R and a whole lotta NC17 :)

Spoilers:  Oh just a whole bunch from
season 1 to now:)  

Category:  lol MSR and some Doggett Scully
interaction.  I cant tell you, it would spoil
the surprise.

Summary:  Mulder is dead, Scully is pregnant and
pissed as hell, and Doggett well, just gets caught in
the crossfire.

Feedback:  Feed me:)  

Dislaimer:  All things X belong to CC and 1013 productions :)

Here we go!!!
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"Wishing and Wanting"
by Starrlyte

    "Fuck it"  She yelled to no one in particular.
No wait, take that back.  She DID yell it to someone 
in particular,it was just that the asshole was fucking 
dead.  She wanted to scream it as loud as she could.  
Wanted to let it out of every pore of her frail body.  
She was alone.  Because of him, because of them,
she was alone.

    She gazed around the office for a moment, 
wondering what to smash first.  She opened the desk 
drawer, lifting his gold plated name from inside.  
Rubbing her finger over his engraved lettering , she 
felt a surge of rage rush through her.  Her eyes went 
wild and she flung the plate as hard as she could 
across the room.  

    John Doggett walked into the room just in 
time to duck as some unidentified flying fucking 
thing was being hurled past him. He jumped as he 
heard it smash through the glass that seperated one 
side of the office from another.  Before he could speak, 
Scully picked up the desk chair and hurled it toward a 
wall.  He stood there for a moment, shocked at what he 
was seeing.  He watched her tear pictures off the wall 
and finally saw her stop as she came to the sacred poster.

    "You Godamn FUCK!"  She ripped the poster off 
the wall and began to shred it beneath her 
trembling fingers.  

    Doggett came to her side as she began to try and 
over turn the desk.  He grabbed her arm just before 
her fist could meet his face.

    "Agent Scully..."  He held tight to her hand, 
and stared into her eyes.  They were the most curious 
shade of grey.  

    "Scully"  He said again, realizing she hadn't heard 
him the first time.  

    She took a moment to compose herself, taking in 
slow and steady breaths.   "Doggett, step back."

    He stood there, holding her fist, unyeilding.

    "I said step the fuck back!"  She glared at him, 
fire and ice.  Pools of deep crystal blue began to seep 
from their grey depths.

    John Doggett simply nodded and released his hold 
on his partner's arm.  "I'm gonna call Skinner."

    She stared at him a moment before speaking.  "Leave 
it alone John."

    He shook his head.  "I can't do that Agent Scully."

    "Funny.."  She said with a laugh.  "I thought it 
was something you were getting good at."  She spun 
around and snatched her car keys off the desk before 
walking towards the door.

    "What the hell does that mean?"  He asked exasperated.

    She stopped and turned, eyeing him carefully.  
"It means..."

    Doggett raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

    "It means whatever you want it to mean."  With that 
she was gone.

    He stood alone in the trashed office, shaking 
his head.  For months he had wondered what kind of 
relationship this woman had with her partner.  In 
the beginning he was curious, but as the months wore 
on, he became angry.  Angry that a man could cause her 
so much pain.  She was nearly 6 months pregnant with 
his goddamn child and Mulder had just gone off and left 
her, dead and decaying in his grave.  Doggett closed 
his eyes and imagined the three of them together, a 
happy little family.  Mulder, Scully, and their baby.  
It made him sick to think it.  

    He had lied to Scully.  He had told her, promised 
her that he would help her find Mulder.  In truth he 
wasn't helping her to find Mulder.  He was helping 
her because he felt he should.  Because she needed 
someone to.  It hadn't taken long for him to think of 
her as something more.  How long had it taken Mulder?  
He wondered.  How long had it taken him to see what 
she really was?  The fire.  Her radiant and immutable 
fire that somehow seemed to consume and breathe life 
into everything around her.  

    Dana Scully couldn't even walk down the 
hallways of the J. Edgar Hoover building without 
being noticed.  There was just something about her 
that everyone gravitated toward. She was something 
special.  How Mulder ever deserved her love, he would 
never understand.  But each time he saw her, watched 
her swelling belly with undeterminable want and love, 
he wished it had been him.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    She threw the keys on the table after slamming 
the door to her apartment.  She wasn't much for quiet 
these days.  After peeling off her clothing she 
climbed into the shower.  It must have been 15 minutes 
that she was standing there half asleep under the water 
when she heard the bathroom door open.

    "Scully?"  

    She froze.  It sounded so much like him.  A peak 
past her shower curtain assured her that it wasn't.  
A timid John Doggett stood in her bathroom doorway 
with his head turned towards her hall.

    "I...I'm sorry.  I was coming by to check on 
you and you..you ah...weren't answering your door."  
He looked over to the shower and then averted his 
eyes back out into the hall as she spoke.

    "No..no I wasn't".  She said dryly.

    "I'm sorry, I just got worried about you."  
He spoke softly, like a suckling little boy who 
was afraid of upsetting his mother.

    She reached out from behind the shower curtain 
to snatch a towel, and before he knew it she had 
wrapped it around herself, shut off the shower, and 
stepped out onto the bathmat, her hair dripping down 
her shoulders.  He stared at her a moment and felt a 
familiar tightening in his pants.  It seemed he was 
doing that a lot lately.  Tighting his cock when he 
saw her.  He prayed to God that she didn't notice.  

    She brushed past him and went out the door, 
heading for her kitchen.  He followed at her heels.  
When she reached the kitchen table, she bent over 
slightly to retrieve a brush that she had left there 
the night before.  

    John Doggett stood behind her, unsure of what to 
say.  "Scully?"

    He waited several moments and she still hadn't 
answered him.  

    "Scully?"  Still nothing.  
    
     After repeating this little dance several times, 
and she still oblivious to his obvious existence, he 
stepped directly behind her.  When she whirled around 
to face him, she was mere inches away.  They both 
stood this way for what seemed an eternity.  Each 
staring into the others eyes.  He studied her face.  
Her soft beautiful eyes, swirling with greys and 
blues of every different shade.  

    She in turn studied him.  The curl of his 
lips, the placement of his dimples.  He was a good 
looking man, she could give him that.  She watched 
him and sensed how suddenly comfortable he was 
becomming with her.  The thought entered her head 
before she had a chance to process it and fully 
think of the ramifications.  It had taken Mulder 
longer than this.  

    He stared at her, unsure of what he was reading 
on her face.  Want?  Need?  He felt a pang in his 
heart.  This woman was the most beautiful creature 
he had ever seen.  Any man would be a fool to give 
up the chance he now had. He bent slowly towards her, 
waiting for her to push him away.  When she didn't, 
he captured her mouth with his own and slid his arms 
behind her back.

    Holy shit.  Was he kissing her?  She closed 
her eyes and revelled in the feeling.  Any thoughts 
other than her own precious need were soon wiped 
clear from her mind as she gave into him, wanting 
him.  She pressed him on, slowly slipping the towel 
from her breasts.  

    He let go of the kiss as the towel began to 
fall.  On pure impulse he slid both arms under her 
thighs and lifted her up to the table.  Crushing 
into her, he took her nipple within his mouth and 
suckled.  Pleased upon hearing her soft moan, he 
repeated the welcoming motion to the other neglected 
nipple.  He smiled into her breast as she thew her 
head back and sighed.  He softly massaged her neck 
as he nuzzled her breasts and somehow was able to 
kick off his shoes and undo his pants in the process.  
Without a second thought he slipped out of his pants 
and shirt and was soon standing just before her in 
his blue and white stripped boxers.  

    She smiled inwardly as he slipped out of 
his pants.  She could still get a rise out of 
men.  That thought comforted her for a moment as 
his touch left her.  

    With one arm he wiped nearly everything off of 
her kitchen table, sending papers and car keys 
crashing to the floor.  He shoved her back onto 
the hard surface and effectivly removed his boxers 
as well.  He pulled the towel out from under her 
and gripped her thighs.  She was absolutly beautiful.  
He let his eyes take her in, from her sweet berry 
lips to her soft breasts.  Finally his eyes rested 
on her swollen belly.  Although she wasn't huge, 
not yet, he could see the little miracle moving within 
her belly.  The tiny hard slope was proof enough 
that she was with child.  He then did the unthinkable.  
He leaned down and pressed his lips to her belly.  
Kissing the child that he wished so badly were his.  

    Dana Scully watched him from her perch on top 
of her kitchen table.  Her fucking table.  She almost 
had to laugh.  Her table had never been defiled in 
such a way.  Tears came to her eyes as she felt his 
lips pressed against her belly, and her tiny child 
come to life beneath them.  She swallowed hard as she 
felt his hands on her thighs.

    He stared at her before continuing.  He couldn't 
believe what he was about to do.  After a fraction 
of a second of thought, he slid himself into Dana 
Scully.  He started with slow, easy movements until 
she could get used to his fullness within her.  She 
rocked with him, her hips in motion with his.  He bent 
down to capture a feirce kiss and then the motions 
began with force.  Soon he was barreling into her over, 
and over and over again.  She cried out his name, HIS 
name...John.  It had gone from slow love into fucking.  
And he fucked her hard.  She griped his ass and cried 
out climax after climax.  He spilled his seed within 
her and collapsed on top of her.  Little did he know 
then, but those actions would be repeated several 
times before the night was through.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    Dana Scully awoke to the feel of butterfly 
kisses on her arms.  She rolled over and smiled 
at her partner.  Her partner who she had fucked 5 
times the night before.  After several moments of 
soft kissing, they were at it again.  This time she 
wanted it harder.  He held her wrists on either side 
of her head and thrust into her faster and harder.  
She cried out his name and flexed her muscles for 
more pressure.  Finally he rolled her over onto her 
hands and knees and drove in from behind her.  After 
20 minutes of rough sex, they had both collapsed 
again and he had fallen asleep.  

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


    He tumbled out of her bed and rubbed his eyes.  

    "Shit...shit shit shit!!"  John Doggett 
jumped into his pants and grabbed for his shirt 
while buckeling his belt.  It was 10am.  Fucking 
10am on a Monday morning.  He was officially 2 
hours LATE for work.  He raced around her apartment, 
brushing his teeth, wetting his hair.  Even fixing 
himself a quick cup of coffee.  After 10 minutes it 
occured to him that she was not there.  

    "Agent Scully?"  He called out for her, 
searching the apartment.  She was no where to be 
found.  He checked the pillow on her side of the 
bed.  Not even a note.  He had a strange feeling 
rise from his stomach like sickening bile but he 
pushed it down.  He had to get to work.

    After being stuck on the beltway for over 
half an hour, spilling hot coffee all over the 
seat apolstry and cussing at every civillian in 
Washington,  he finally waltzed into the basement 
office at 15 after 11am.   

    There she was, sitting at her desk.  

    "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late."  He flashed her 
a brilliant smile as thoughts of the previous 
night danced playful images through his head.  
He frowned as she simply nodded.

    "Not a big thing Agent Doggett, it's been a 
slow morning anyway."  She replied simply.

    He stared at her for a moment, trying to read 
her.  It was no use.  Reading Dana Scully was like 
trying to hop on one toe.  It just wasn't possible. 
He started to walk toward her desk when the glint of 
gold metal caught his eye and he felt his heart sink 
as he recognized the bold lettering.  Sighing, he gazed 
around the room.  She had cleaned up the office.  
Pictures had been taped back together, and posted 
back on the walls, the shattered glass had been swept 
off of the floor.  The papers that, yesterday afternoon 
litered the floor, were now all arranged in neat little 
piles beside her desk.  Beside HIS desk.  The realization 
dawned on him.  She was his.  She always had been.  
Doggett had no rights to her, or to her child.  And 
as badly as he wished it could have been him, it wasn't.  
How foolish had he been last night to think that all 
of that was because she loved him?  She didn't love him.  
She had fucked him.  Because she was confused, 
afraid, because she needed time to sort things out.  
She had fucked him and now, she was back to being 
Dana Scully, Mulder's partner, his lover.  Scully 
could never love him the way she loved Mulder.  
The way she still...loved Mulder.  

    He sighed as she stood up and headed 
towards the door.  "You are one lucky fuck."  
He breathed to the cealing.  


    She half smiled at him as she spun around 
in the doorway.  "I'm going to pick up some lunch.  
There is a stack of files near the desk that 
need sorted.  Anything else you need, you know 
where to find me."

     And that was that.  John Doggett simply 
smiled at his partner and made his way over to 
the tiny desk in the far corner of the room.  
His corner.  It was his only refuge from the 
drama that was them.  The drama that now consumed 
him as well.


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