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                       ONE WILD NIGHT  by Teall1@aol.com   Part I--PG13   
                                
      It was dark and rainy. Dana Scully and her partner, Fox Mulder, 
were wrapping up a case they had been working on for three days now.  The 
FBI's Xfiles division agents were tired and cold.  They had been chasing 
an animal-like creature, which was responsible for several deaths in the 
farm areas of Pennsylvania, and were eager to return to their DC homes.  
However, Mulder had been wounded by the creature and would need to have 
that attended to before they left.
     "Mulder?" Scully called as he approached her.  The local police were 
clearing away the remains of the creature and bagging evidence.  No one 
could identify the creature's breed and the agents were taking it back to 
DC with them.  
      "Here, Scully," she heard the familiar voice of her partner say.  
As he sauntered up to her, pretending to be nonchalant, she saw through 
his facade and noticed the frown of pain on his face.
      "Mulder, we need to tend to that wound before we get back," she 
said.  He nodded and they drove to a nearby clinic, where Scully cleaned 
and bandaged it, while Mulder griped about her hurting him.  She was 
amused and irritated at the same time, but they finally got it done and 
got ready to pick up their evidence for the flight home.  After doing 
this, they boarded the plane.  Scully noticed that Mulder appeared  a bit 
uncomfortable and figured it was the wound.  When she asked him about it, 
he admitted it wasn't great feeling and she gave him some more of the 
antibiotic which helped him sleep.  
     Upon deplaning and gathering their stuff, Scully insisted Mulder go 
right to the hospital for a full check up.  He argued with her, but gave 
in, being tired and uncomfortable. They decided to keep him overnight, so 
she took the evidence to headquarters and went home to bed.  In the 
morning, she went
 to the hospital to see if Mulder was ready to come home and also to make 
sure he was suffering no ill effects.  
     "Good morning, Agent Scully," she nurse in charge greeted her. "I'm 
glad you're here."
     "Why? What's the problem?" Scully asked.
     "Oh, your partner's not being a very good patient," the nurse smiled.
  "He's grumbling about the scraping we have to do on his wound and 
muttering about getting out of her."  Scully laughed; that sounded like 
Mulder!
      "Here, why don't you let me get the scraping and then I can get him 
out of you hair.  He can leave after that, right?"
      "Yes, he can, but make sure to put this special antibiotic salve on 
the wound, before you go.  The doctors didn't find anything abnormal 
about that wound so far.  Whatever you did for him initially, seemed to 
work."  Scully nodded and went into Mulder's room.
     
      "Good morning," she said cheerfully, "I hear you aren't exactly 
being a model patient."  He scowled .
      "Scully, I couldn't sleep a wink last night, with all the poking 
and prodding.  Get me outta here."
      "Sure thing, Mulder, as soon as we get this tissue scraping and 
medication on."  She came closer to him and said, "pull off your hospital 
shirt please."  He made a face at her, but one look at her expression and 
he knew he wasn't going anywhere until he complied.
       "Yes, ma'am, Dr. Scully," he retorted, stripping off his shirt.  
She came over to him and looked at the small scab forming from the wound. 
It was close to his groin area, so she pulled down his hospital pants a 
bit.  With a sharp and small surgical instrument, she leaned over to 
scrape gently at the tissue.  Fox involuntarily flinched at her touch and 
drew in his breath.
      "Mulder, I'm sorry; did that hurt?" she asked, concerned.
      "Hurt?  Uh, no," he said, looking  flustered.  He couldn't explain 
to her what the feel of her light touch and that cold instrument did to 
him, as he tried to put down the thoughts he'd often killed about Dana 
Scully.  This spot was too close to where he "lived" and her touch 
frazzled him.
      "Sure?" she asked, "you don't have to play macho man with me."
      "I'm fine," he grumbled, "just get this over with and le'ts get the 
hell outta here!."
      She shrugged and leaned in toward him again.  This time, she 
scraped a little further and he tried to ignore it, but couldn't stop 
squirming.
       "Mulder, if you don't hold still, we aren't leaving here," she 
said, exasperated with him.  To her surprise, he was blushing.
       "Scully, I'm trying.  I'm...uh...a little sensual...I mean...
sensitive there."  He looked at her mischievously at his slip.  She gave 
him her "Scully" look and told him to shut up and hold still or else. 
"It's not so easy, you know.." he began, as she went at him again.  This 
time, she went right to the end of the wound which was right above his 
crotch area.  Fox lost it, barely suppressing a grin, and jumped a mile 
at her touch so near his maleness.  Scully lost her balance and fell onto 
him and the bed.
       "Mulder!  For God's sake!" she cried, as the door opened behind 
her.
       "Am I interrupting something?" Skinner said, sarcastically.  
Scully flew up straight, her cheeks burning.  Mulder looked down, still 
grinning.
       "Sir, no, I was just...uh...tending to Agent Mulder's wound, sir," 
Scully barely got out.  She was furious with Mulder at this point, 
although she knew deep down he couldn't help it.  
        "I see," Skinner said skeptically.  "Agent Mulder, you find pain 
amusing?"
       "No sir," he replied evenly, "I'm just a little tender there right 
now."  
        "Really," Skinner answered curtly.  "Well, Scully, when you're 
done playing with Agent Mulder, I'd like to see you outside?"  He turned 
and left the room.  Scully turned toward her partner with murder in her 
large eyes.  He started to talk and she put a small hand up, as if to 
ward off evil spirits.  
      "Don't speak to me!" she commanded.  She turned and walked toward 
the door, pausing to throw the tube of salve at him.  "Put your own 
ointment on and be ready when I get back."  She heard his maddening 
laughter as she slammed the door behind her.  A few steps down from 
Mulder's door, she found Skinner.
       "Sir?" she said, trying for an air of composure, "you wanted to 
see me?"  But Skinner had other things on his mind than the ridiculous 
scene with Mulder just now.
       "Yes, Scully."  He lowered his voice.  "As I was coming in, I met 
two of our operatives.  They have just told me that there's a plot 
centering around Mulder and the evidence you two found.  There is a plan 
to kill him as he leaves the hospital."  Scully's eyes grew large.  "I 
want you to detain him here until I 
can figure out what to do."
      "Sir, detaining Mulder is difficult when he makes up his mind to go,
" she said cautiously.  He frowned at her.  
       "Agent Scully, if you value your partner's life, you'll figure it 
out!"  With that, he was gone.  Scully paused a moment as she turned 
toward Mulder's room.  Suddenly, she changed direction.

       Mulder sat in bed, impatiently waiting to go.  He'd gotten the 
damn salve on and managed to put the unwholesome but tantalizing thoughts 
about Dana Scully out of his mind for the moment.  When she came in, he 
was relieved to go home.
      "Ready" he said standing up.  She looked up at him a bit hesitantly.

      "Mulder, I'm afraid we aren't leaving yet," she began.  His green 
eyes darkened.
       "What?" he said.
       She told him about what Skinner had overheard.
       "Scully, someone always wants to kill me.  It's become my way of 
life."  He was clearly upset.  "I need to get out of here, now!"
       "Mulder, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere," she said reluctantly.
       "What do you mean?" he demanded.  
       "I--I had you quarantined," she answered, cringing a bit at his 
expression, but facing him bravely.
       "What!" he howled again.  "Are you crazy!"  
       "It was the only way I could make sure you would stay here," she 
explained.  "Mulder, it was Skinner's orders," she attempted to clarify 
some more, but was rudely interrupted when two orderlies came pushing 
past her, injection in hand.  "Wait, what's going on here?" she demanded.

        "We have orders to give him an inoculation because of the 
quarantine," they replied abruptly, shoving her toward the door.  "You'll 
have to leave."  Scully tried to protest, stating she was his partner and 
doctor, but she was ignored and shuffled out.  She heard Mulder's yell 
behind her.
       "Scully?  Scully!  Don't leave me here; don't do this!" but he was 
silenced by the shot and her being banished rudely from his room.  She 
stood there trying to gather her thoughts, determined not to leave his 
side tonight.  As she strode toward the nurse's station, she saw two 
shadowy figures around the corner.  She hid behind the wall and listened. 
 It was the two orderlies!
      "Do you think Skinner bought our story?" one asked.
      "Sure he did," the other replied.  "And with this drug, all the 
fight will be gone from Mulder.  The restructuring of his memory can take 
place without a hitch.  The RT15 will keep him happy for a while."
Scully's heard was pounding; RT15?  What was that drug?  It had to be 
something from the FBI's own stock.  Making a mental note to find out 
what it was, she knew she had to get Mulder out of here somehow.  
Whirling around and thinking fast, she slipped into the supply room and 
donned a lab coat.  Then, she snuck over to the station and called a Code 
Blue for a room a few doors down from Mulder.  As everyone rushed off, 
she dashed into his room and attempted to rouse him. He was in a stupor 
but not totally gone, and she slipped on his shoes and jacket over his 
hospital clothes, grabbing the rest of his clothing on their way out.
      "Mulder?  Mulder, come on, we have to get you out of here!" she 
whispered in a panic.  He somehow managed to sit up but weighed heavily 
on her.  She quickly led him down the hall to the back door, muttering to 
passersby about an emergency transfer and an ambulance.  As they slipped 
out the back, she pushed him onto her front seat and sped off, amazed she 
got him out here at all.
     
      As they drove, Mulder slumped over and muttered in his induced 
sleep.  When they went over a bump, he appeared to wake up a bit and 
smiled a goofy grin at her, dropping his head on her chest.  Oh fine, she 
thought, trying to shove him back and drive at the same time.  Mulder was 
totally wacked, leering at her, but she finally moved him over and the 
car ride lulled him back to sleep.  Scully drove to a nearby town and 
checked into a small, out-of-the way motel.  Mulder was pretty out of it, 
but fortunately was ambulatory, as she walked  him crookedly and slowly 
into the room.  He flopped down on the bed 
and was apparently out of it again. She paced back and forth, fretting 
about the drug he'd had.  She then placed a call to her friend in the lab 
and asked for some information on RT15.  After what seemed like an 
eternity, she received a call back and was told it was a strong 
hallucinogen which would wear off eventually.  It had no ill effects in 
itself, but it rendered the person given it, totally defenseless and with 
no inhibitions whatsoever.  Scully hung up and decided to make Mulder as 
comfortable as she could, since she had gotten him into this.  She tried 
to call Skinner, but got no answer.
 
                                                    End Part One.


       





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                        ONE WILD NIGH...by Teall1@aol.com    Part II-NC17.



     Scully went over to the bed where Mulder lay in his stupor.  He 
appeared to be breathing easier though and not quite as out of it.  She 
leaned over him and pulled his shoes off, then started to slip off his 
jacket.  Mulder smiled drunkenly and muttered, trying to pull away.  She 
persisted, feeling how warm he was.  She got hold of his sleeve and bent 
over him to get the rest.  Mulder still moved around and he mumbled 
softly.
      "Oh, yea...baby."
      Oh great, Scully thought, he thinks he's in one of his videos.  She 
dismissed his ramblings and finally got his coat off, leaving him in his 
lovely hospital garb.  As she pulled the sheet up over him, he opened his 
eyes suddenly and grabbed her, planting a sloppy but sensual kiss on her 
lips.  For a moment, Scully was totally stunned.  Then common sense took 
over and she pulled herself free.  Mulder struggled to hold on to her and 
she in turn struggled to get away.  Shit, he was strong even drugged!  
Fine, I am now going to be raped by my partner, who is injected with a 
hallucinogen that just happens to have aphrodisiac effects on him.  She 
tried to get away, but Mulder had a hold on her and was trying to kiss 
her again.  Scully began to have
weird feelings and she noticed that Mulder's hospital garb had untied and 
pulled open ,revealing his gorgeous body.  Scully couldn't take her eyes 
off his muscles and for a wild second, she wondered what it would be like 
to touch that silky, tan skin.  Get a life! she said to herself out loud. 

      They did this dance for a few minutes, but Mulder appeared to be 
feeling stronger than before.   His hands seemed to be everywhere 
suddenly and Scully was beginning to lose her battle with common sense.  
As she moved against him, he became more aroused and Scully's eyes were 
drawn to his huge erection.  God, he was hung, she said, drawing in her 
own breath sharply.  Hey, this is Mulder, your partner, her conscience 
told her.  Mulder was kissing her and caressing her breasts through her 
thin blouse, and suddenly, Scully began to shiver.  Well, he's out of it 
anyway....what the hell?  He won't even remember this!  Appalled by her 
own thoughts, but unable to stop herself from touching Mulder's body, she 
gave herself up to the feelings he was evoking, although he appeared to 
be unaware of who she actually was.
       As she lowered herself to him, he looked full at her for a moment. 
 "Scully?" he breathed..."wha..." then he lost himself again.  Making 
sure he was still too out of it to really recognize her again, she let 
herself stroke his chest and upper torso.  Mulder shifted and moaned 
softly.  Scully knew she was unable to stop herself now, as he grew 
frenzied, his lips and hands finding all her most private places and 
literally attacking  them. Gently, she pushed him back and gazed down at 
his handsome but dazed face.  She removed her blouse, bra, and skirt, and 
laid down on top of him.  Slowly, she gave herself over to things she had 
always wanted to do, but had pushed aside.  Starting with his ears, she 
licked and kissed every inch of him, pausing to nibble his neck and 
nipples, as this appeared to really turn him on.  He kept trying to grope 
her and she kept pushing him back against the pillows. By the time she 
kissed his stomach and thighs, he was crazy with desire and arched 
himself up to her, grabbing her roughly.  Scully finally allowed herself 
the pleasure of grasping his manhood in her hands and then in her mouth.  
She worked him over, sucking his penis and massaging his balls at the 
same time. Mulder was unbelievably turned on, muttering , "Oh God," over 
and over, clutching her fiercely closer.  Scully was pretty hot herself ; 
she tore off her own panties, lowering herself onto him slowly.  She rode 
him wildly, his shaft penetrating her more deeply than she had dreamed 
imaginable.  Once again, he opened his eyes and murmured her name...a 
rippled of fear and excitement ran through her, but she soon realized he 
had no idea of  what was really going on and was responding to animal 
instincts.  Indeed, his moans and cries were totally animalistic and 
drove her crazy. He kept it up, as the fever built. She reached her 
climax and he soon reached his, her cries drowned out by his hoarse yell 
in the night.  She collapsed on top of him; he was already slipping out 
of it again, but breathing hard.  Panting a bit herself, she lay there, 
shaken. Man, what an erotic encounter!  Scully had never experienced 
anything quite like it before.
     Finally after about ten minutes, she lifted herself off of him and 
went to clean up.  Then, she wet a towel and sponged off his body, again 
marveling at it and the wonder of what had just happened.  Mulder began 
to move under her attentions, unbelievable as it was, but she evaded him. 
 She hadn't the energy for that again and she knew Mulder couldn't handle 
it either in his condition, however tempting the memory of their recent 
interaction was.  Boy, this drug was something, though!  Finally, she 
fell into a light sleep, waking every so often to check his vitals.  When 
morning dawned, she was startled by her cell phone.  It was Skinner.
      "Sir," she began, telling him everything.  He was furious and said 
he was having the two operatives picked up immediately.  Of course, they 
would deny everything, but he wasn't letting them out until he knew his 
crack agent would be safe.  When they hung up, Fox was stirring.

     "Oh, man..." he groaned.  "What happened?  How did we get here?"  He 
looked up.  "Scully?" he whispered in the exact tone he had used last 
night.  Scully couldn't help herself; she blushed deeply.  He stared at 
her.  "Scully?  What's wrong?  What happened?"  She shrugged.
      "You were ill; they drugged you and I brought you here to keep you 
safe.  That's all."  She couldn't meet his eyes.  He knew something more 
had gone on.  
      "What else?  What are you not telling me?"  Fox sat up and shook 
his head.  "Shit, my head feels like a tank drove over it.  What went on 
here?"  Scully told him the details, leaving out their sensual experience.
  But, she blushed again thinking of it.  He took her arm, sending 
shivers up and down her.  "Did I hurt you in any way?  You seem hesitant 
somehow."  He was so sweet, so concerned.  Was he the same wild man from 
last night?  
     "I'm ok, Mulder. But you were pretty out of it.  Skinner has picked 
up those two and is keeping them locked up.  We can go when you're 
feeling better."  She helped him get up and gave him his clothes.   He 
dressed quickly, while she paid the bill.  Then she went out to pull up 
the car.  As they drove off, Mulder rested his head on the seat.  He had 
his eyes closed and looked peaceful, though tired.  Scully smiled to 
herself.  This had meant little to either one emotionally, since Mulder 
was so drugged.  But, some day when she was feeling low, she could take 
this memory out and relive the fantasy...God, what a night!  As she 
stared at the rode, Fox slept peacefully beside her , a contented smirk 
on his handsome face.