Subject: SECRET PASTS by SaGe- 1/1 *NC-17*
Date: 1 Jun 1997 07:45:37 GMT
From: bigal@fred.net ( )
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
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Hello everyone....i'm back!  Yes, saGe- is here with another story for
your reading enjoyment.  it's new, never before used, and may freak the
hell out of you.  this is an NC-17 story so if you don't like sex, don't
read it.  i must confess though that this story doesn't have *that* much
sex in...just enough to put it in the category.
        please don't e-mail me back at the above address...this isn't my
account.  If you have an questions of comments, please e-mail me at:

                                sage@fred.net

        No infringement intended.  thank you chris for giving me
something to write about.
        Now, on with the show....

SECRET PASTS (1/1)

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        Scully moved slowly, almost lethargically, as she tried to get
back on her couch.  Damn it, why did she have to be sick now.  Of all the
rotten timing!  She slipped and went right back down on the floor where
she had woken up.  How the hell had she gotten there to begin with?  And
what was she sick with?  This was one hell of a killer flu!
        Too many questions buzzing around in her head.  The light started
to dim as she reached again for the edge of the couch.  She *would* get
back on that damn sofa if it killed her.  She stopped to smile at the
irony of that thought.  It just might.
        Just then the telliphone began to ring.  Damnit, she thought.  If
that's Mulder I'm gonna kill him.  She grabbed the phone cord and pulled
the whole potible unit to the floor with a loud crash.  She grabbed the
portible phone and punched the talk button, her vision tunneling quickly.
        "H-hello?" she whispered around a closed throat.
        "Scully? Is that you?  What's wrong?" Mulder asked from the other
end of the line.
        "Nothin," was all Scully was able to get out before she slipped
into the sweet blissful oblivion.

        There was an insisant tapping against her check that started to
piss her off.  She wanted to lift her arm to swap away the offending
object, but couldn't muster the strength to do so.  She was so tired.
        "Scully?  Wake up, Dana.  Come on, damn it.  Wake up and talk to
me," Mulder said, urgencey in his voice.
        Scully rolled her head slightly on his shoulder where she was
cradled.  Cradled?  When had he gotten there?  Where the hell were they
anyway?  She made a noise of distress in the back of her throat that
sounded like a pathetic whimper.
        "That's it, Dana.  Come on and wake up.  I know you're there."
        The voice changed then, to a much deeper one.  A sickeningly
familar one from her past.  "Wake up, Dana.  We're not finished yet,
bitch.  You're not gonna cheat me out of this so wake the hell up now!"
        "Come on, Scully.  Wake up and talk to me," Mulder pleaded.
        "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Scully screamed as she began fighting against
the hold Mulder had her in.  He let go instantly, stunned by what had just
happened, and she rolled away from him, her eyes squeezed tighly shut.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, Mulder felt the hair on the back
of his neck stand up.
        Her eyes, normally so clear and intelligent, were dazed and
unfocused, but shinning brightly with what Mulder would guess wasa  high
fever.  They were not focusec on him but on some demoned from her past.
        "Scully," he said softly.  "It's me, Mulder.  I'm not gonna hurt
you.  I'm here to help you."
        When he'd heard her answer the phone he'd been worried.  She
hadn't showed up at work and she hadn't called.  Then the way she'd
sounded had him more worried.  But when she'd passed out on the phone he'd
been down right terrified.
        "Please don't touch me.  Please, please,please.  God, don't touch
me," she begged as she slowly scooted away from him on her stomach.  The
sight was so pathetic that Mulder thought his chest was going to explode
soon with the pain.
        "Just go.  Just leave me.  I don't want you.  I don't need you.
No one will ever know if you just leave me now.  No!  Please, God, no!"
Scully cried.  She shuddered and laid her face against the floor, panting
for breath.  A single tear rolled off the bridge of her nose before she
laid quietly, as if she were asleep.
        "Scully?" Mulder asked in a hushed whisper.
        "Hmmm," Scully replied, barely clinging to consciousness.
        Mulder slowly made his way over to her and gently rubber her arm.
He wanted to cry.  He didn't know what just happened, but he knew it must
have been some bad memory she had, and that made him hurt more.
        "Dana, can you hear me?"  He stroked some stray hair out of her
face and tucked it behind her ear.
        "Mulder?" she asked in a raspy voice.
        "Yeah, it's me.  Do you know where you are?"
        "Mmmm," Scully moaned as she tried to roll over.  The last thing
she remembered was being on the floor by the couch, which was what she
told Mulder.
        "Yeah, that's where i found you when I came over."
        "Wha' you doin' 'ere?" she asked in a voice slurred by exhuastion.
        "I was worried about you, so i came over to see what happened
after the phone call."
        "Wha' call?"
        Mulder culd tell what the effort to stay conscious and carry on a
conversation was costing her, so he told her he'd explain it all to her
tomarrow.
        "Right now I think we need to get you into bed, where you should
be.  Will you let me help you?"
        Dana nodded her head.  Her limbs felt so heavy.
        Mulder picked her up.  She was so light.  She must have lost some
weight lately.
        "I'm...so tired, Mulder," Scully said weakly.
        "I know you are.  You're very sick right now.  But I'm going to
take good care of you, okay?"
        "'kay," she whispered, sounding more like a little girl then
every.

2 days later...

        Mulder had called Skinner and told him the situation, and that
neither one of them would be in for work for the next couple of days.
Skinner had told him that he wouldn't get paid for that time, and MUlder
told him that was fine.
        He'd seen a marked increase in Scully's health since he'd arrived,
but she was still in and out with exhaustion.  Mulder had called a doctor
in to look at Scully, and the doc had left a prescription for Scully to
take.  The meds made her drowsy though, so she hadn't really been with it.
        It had actually turned out to be a bad case of the flu, which she
had taken particulary hard because of her cancer.  Through bits and pieces
of conversation, he'd found out that it had hit her late Tuesday night and
she just hadn't thought to call him.  Then in the morning, she just hadn't
been able to.  By Tuesday night, she could hardly move.  The rest he knew.
        It worried him that she was this vulnerable.  But that was the
only thing that worried him.  The nightmares she'd been having scared the
hell out of him.  Something had happened to her when she was younger and
it was coming out now in her dreams.  He was sure she didn't even know she
was crying out, but he did.

        Scully moved her head groggily on the pillow.  Pillow?  When did
she get to her bed?  Then things came back in bits and peices.  Mulder had
called, then come over.  He'd stayed with her and helped her.  He'd taken
care of her.  A deep feeling bloomed in her chest, one that she couldn't
explain.
        It was nice of him to help her.  Especially since she was too
stubborn to have asked for it on her own.  But still, he was here, and
that's all that mattered.
        "How ya feelin'?" Mulder asked fomr the dorrway to her bedroom.
        Scully tried to sit up but realized that she was too tired ans
feel limply back down.  "Tired.  It feels like my head is all foggy."
        "That's probably just the medication.  You'll feel better in a
little while."
        "I hope so.  How long have you been here?"
        "Couple days," Mulder said with a little shrug as he walked closer
to the bed and sat down on the edge.  He looked at her closely.  Her face
was still slightly flushed, but her eyes had lost that strange brightness.
        "Mmmm...what about work?"
        "I called Skinner, he knows what's happening."
        Dana nodded her head and closed her eyes.  Mulder could feel
himself getting hard just by looking at her laying there so innocent like.
She was so beautiful and so strong.
        Mulder stood up, aware now that she had gone back to sleep, and
paced the room.  He wanted her, there was no denying it.  He could feel
himself hardening more as he walked, his cock rubbing agianst his jeans.
It made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it felt pretty good too.
It'd been a long time since he'd gotten a hard-on just by looking at
someone.
        He thought for a while, as he paced, on how he could show her how
he felt without scaring her off.  He wanted her as a partner in everyway.
Work, marriage, bed.  God, he wanted to climb into that bed with her and
just let natured run it's course.  But he knew he couldn't becasue she
hadn't invited him.
        "Stop," Dana whispered softly, and Mulder knew she was about to
have another bad dream.  He wnet over to her and sat down on the bed,
pulling her up into his lap.  He knew that she was too deep in sleep to
wake up.  He held her there and rocked her soothingly while the nighmare
ran it's course, fleeing her soft buttocks rub against his already swollen
member.

        Dana stuggled against him.  He would not do this to her!  She
would not become a statistic.  She had begged and pleaded.  But in the end
it had been her fists that got her free.
        He'd had a good hold on her, and he was about to undue her pants
when she swung wide and hit him in the jaw.  He hadn't been expecting that
and he's losened his grip for one moment.  It was all she had needed.
She'd gotten away form him, and she'd never told anyone.  She would not
become a statistic!

        Feeling came back to her slowly.  She became aware that she was
laying across a hard male lap, with her head cradled between a shoulder
and neck.  She inhaled and realized it was Mulder she was on.  Then she
felt the wetness against her face and saw the tears that had Soaked
Mulder's shirt.
        "Wanna talk about it?" Mulder asked, his voice a gentle rumble
beneath her ear.
        "Talk about what?" Scully asked with a little sniffle.
        "About what he did to you.  And don't tell me you don't know what
I'm talking about because I've listened to you for three days."
        Scully curled into a ball against him and shuddered against his
neck.  "I don't want to," she whispered.
        "Maybe you need to," he said, his hand gently stroking her hair.
        "I don't like remembering, Mulder.  It hurts to remember."
        "I know it does," Mulder said.  And he did.  "But it's bothering
you, and you need to talk about it."  He paused for a moment, wondering
how to begin.  "Who was he?"
        "A friend.  A guy I knew in high school.  Just a friend."
        "What happened?"
        "Melissa set us up on a date.  We met at a pizza place and grabbed
something to eat and a soda."
        "Sounds nice."
        "It was," Scully said softly, wondering why it couldn't have
stayed that way.
        "Then what happened?"
        "He asked if I wanted to go for a ride in his car.  He'd just
gotten it and it was a very shiney red.  My mom had dropped me off so I
figured he was going to take me home.  But he didn't," her voice trailed
off for a moment.
        "Where did he take you?"
        "This little look out spot above the city. He turned on some music
and we got out to dance.  But then he got mean.  He said that Melissa had
told him all about me, about how I was."  She paused, wanting to tell
Mulder everything, but afraid of what he might think of her.
        "He said I was just a sleazy bitch w-with an itch between my
legs.  He told me he was gonna scratch that itch for me."
        "Did he rape you?" Mulder said in a voice deep with surpressed
violence and rage.
        "No," Scully whispered after a moment.  "I begged and pleaded, but
in the end I got away before he could."
        "Did you tell your mom?"
        "No.  I never told anyone."
        "Why not?" he asked in shock.
        "Because I was embarrassed.  Everyone thought I was smart enough
not to let that happen.  I told them we had a great time, but that we
didn't have much in common so we weren't going to have any future dates.
Then I ran upstairs and puked."
        "God," Mulder said, squeezing Dana in his embrace.  He wished he
had the bastard in a room alone for an hour.  He'd teach the guy a lesson
he wouldn't soon forget.
        They stayed like that for an hour before MUlder realized that
Scully had falled asleep again.  He pushed them down on the bed until he
was cradeling her face to face in hsi arms.  He eventually fell asleep.

        Scully woke a familar sight, Mulder's face next to hers.  She
wondered what would happen if she touched her mouth to his.  It isn't like
he would mind.  She knew how he felt about her, even if he didn't.
        Dana pressed her lips to his mouth and ran her tongue gently over
his lips.  Suddenly, he was awake and on her.  He moved over he to cover
her body and kissed her deeply with all his pent up desires.  Dana
revealed in it, in her power over him.
        She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer.  She could
feel his rock solid erection pressing against her stomach, and felt her
sex grow heavy and moist with anticipation.
        Mulder rocked himself against her.  Thnk God he'd only dressed her
in a robe the other day when she was out of it.  He didn't know how long
he would last.  He wasn't even sure if this was an invitaion, but he took
it just the same.
        Mulder jumped out of bed and quickly undressed while Scully sat up
and pulled off the robe.  He was magnificant, she thought.  Then, before
she realized what was happening, she was on her hands and knees and
Mulder was pressing into her from behind.  He paused for a moment, letting
her adjust to his size, before he began to pound in and out of her.
        Dana gasped at the sensation of Mulder inside of her.  She felt
his fingers making a searing path to the swollen nub of her sex and then
the world exploded into a bright gallery of colors.
        Mulder felt her climax squeeze him all over.  He knew he wouldn't
last much longer and in three powerful strokes he exploded inside her.  He
colapsed on top of her and had just enough strength to turn her over
beneath him and say, "Damn, that nearly killed me," before he fell into a
deep satiated sleep.
        Dana followed him quickly into that sweet oblivion, made sweeter
by the knowledge that her secret past had been laid to rest.

                                -END-

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