Disclaimer etc. in Prologue...


Menage a trois 
By DanaK35


PART ONE

Huntsville, Alabama
08:30 p.m.

Dana Scully closed the motel room door behind her exhaustedly and dropped her coat on the bed. Looking 
around, she frowned. 'Another dreary motel, another dreary night' she thought. 

She and Mulder had been sent down South to help the local authorities solve a line of bombings with possible 
racist background. Her first reaction had been disbelief. But AD Kersh had been insistent that they fly to 
Huntsville. Mulder had been furious at the waste of time, but Scully had reminded him that it had been like this 
since the X-Files had been re-assigned to Spender and Fowley. 

She undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling her tense muscles relax at last. Her mind was reeling as 
she thought back to the last couple of weeks. 

She and Mulder had been assigned one meaningless case after the other and he had been about ready to kill 
someone. Walter Skinner had been no help, except for that one time. After that he had made it perfectly clear 
that this was going to be the extent of his involvement as long as the two Agents were officially reporting to AD 
Kersh. 

Scully frowned at the memory of her kissing Skinner in the elevator; of the dinner they'd shared in Bermuda. 
The kiss had been an impulsive gesture out of pure gratitude for saving Mulder yet again, but afterwards it had 
haunted her for days how good his lips had felt beneath hers. 'Stop it, Dana, stop it!' she told herself now 
resolutely as she stepped out of the shower. 

It had taken her weeks to fully get over her sudden attraction to her ex-boss; she wasn't going to start again 
now. It was never going to happen anyway, this was AD Skinner she was obsessing about, for god's-sake. 

She had slipped into her pajamas and was ready to crawl into bed with a book when a knock on the door 
startled her. "What is it?" 

"Hey, Scully, it's me...." 

She rolled her eyes and put the book away. "Come in, Mulder!" 

He stood in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, a bottle of whiskey in his hands. 

"What's this gonna be, Mulder?" 

He sat down the drinks on the night table beside her and went back to his own room, coming back with the ice 
bucket. "I felt like drinking..." He said simply. 

"And you expect me to join you?" Scully raised one eyebrow questioningly. 

"Drinking alone is no fun, Scully." He gave her a puppy dog look and sat down on the bed. 

She grinned. "Alright, but not before I have eaten, Mulder, no way AND you're buying." 

He nodded. "Pizza?" 

"Sounds good to me!" 

They spoke about the day's events while they waited for their pizza to be delivered, which happened a full 45 
minutes later. Scully got up to get some Kleenexes they could use as napkins and when she came back, 
Mulder had already poured them both a generous glass of whiskey. "Jeez, Mulder," Scully sighed. "You ARE 
planning to get drunk!" 

"Yeah, I'm in the mood, Scully, this drives me nuts! I can't believe we are STUCK here, while Spender is 
messing around with the X-Files...I fucking can't believe it!" He said between bites. 

Scully let him ramble. After all these months she was getting used to it.

An hour later they'd gone through the entire bottle of whiskey and Scully was feeling more than a little giddy. 
Mulder was half sitting, half lying beside her on the bed, long legs stretched out, head resting on the wall 
behind. He was telling her some outrageous story from his time in Oxford. "...And this huge guy..." 

She didn't really listen to him; she was engrossed in watching his animated face as he animatedly told the 
tale. His sparkling eyes had taken on an almost green color. His smile was boyish, and even though she knew 
with that little part of her brain that was still functioning, that this giddiness was probably due to the alcohol, 
she found it charming. 

He stopped speaking in mid-sentence. "What?" 

"What, what?"

"Why are you looking at me, Scully?" 

She frowned. "Why can't I look at you?"

"It's the how, Scully, you are leering..." He slurred. 

"I am NOT!"

He turned to face her. "Yeah, you are, you look like...I don't know...like you are ready to do the wild thing right 
here..." 

"I am NOT!" She repeated, feeling her cheeks blush. 

His eyes grew dark, his smile faded. He reached out and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "Your 
eyes...they are blazing..." Mulder said softly and looked at her even more intensely. "They are beautiful, 
Scully, and your lips, they need to be kissed..." 

He bent forward and kissed her ever so softly. First her eyelids, then her cheeks, her nose and finally her lips. 

Desire flooded over her, when she felt his tongue tracing the line of her mouth and she answered his kiss, 
softly at first but growing passionately fast. 

His hands found their way under her top and he explored the lines of her body before cupping her breast gently. 
She whimpered and tucked at his shirt, sliding it over his head. Clothes were discarded hastily and soon they 
lay in each other's arms, naked, caressing, touching, exploring. 

His mouth lit little fires down her stomach and she gasped when she felt his tongue entering her, playing and 
teasing. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he resumed his trail back to her stomach until he 
found her nipples, circling them with his mouth before gently sucking on one of them. She felt his erection 
against her thigh and arched her body to meet him. The last sane part of her body had been seen heading 
south long ago. 

"Now!" She whispered. "I want you now!" 

For one moment he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, before entering her with a deep thrust. Her eyes 
flew open and she gasped. A tingling sensation swept over her as she felt his length sliding in and out of her 
and soon she increased their rhythm, wanting nothing more than to be filled by him, to reach fulfillment in the 
arms of this man. He groaned and a shudder went through him as he emptied himself inside her and she felt 
her inner muscles tightening as her own climax made her cry out his name. Heart beating wildly she looked up 
at him, a smile grazing her lips. "Oh..." she breathed and he kissed her, gently this time. He murmured 
something inaudible as he eased himself next to her, keeping her firmly in his grasp. They didn't speak, but his 
hands were tracing small circles on her back until she fell asleep to the sound his heart beating.

*****************

Fox Mulder woke up from the severe pain in his head. Moaning he sat up and looked around confusedly, not 
knowing where he was. 'Oh my god,' he whispered as his gaze fell on the sleeping form beside him. Scully.

And then it came back to him. 

He had made love to Scully. 

His partner. His friend. 

His lover?

'Oh, this is not good', he thought as he silently slipped out of bed, gathering his clothes before returning to his 
own room. 

He swallowed two aspirin without water and turned on the shower. 

While the hot spray hit his back the full impact of what had happened between them came crashing down on 
him. He had slept with Scully. 

And while it had been an incredible experience he wasn't sure if it had been the smartest thing to do. They 
were friends after all and he didn't know what kind of effect this would have. He heard the shower in Scully's 
room when he stepped out of his own and sighed. He would have to face her sooner or later, so it might as well 
be sooner.

Scully snapped her suitcase shut and turned to find Mulder standing in the doorway. "Oh, Mulder, you scared 
me...." she said quickly casting her eyes down in embarrassment.

"Sorry!" 

She had been surprised to find him gone, but relief had quickly washed over her. The memory of last night had 
made her extremely uncomfortable. 

She didn't know how to handle a sexual relationship with her partner and while she admitted that sexual 
tension had sparked between them for a long time now she wasn't really sure if that was what she wanted. Her 
feelings for him were much deeper than pure lust or even love. 

"Ah, Scully, about last night...." 

She caught his nervous gaze and interrupted him. "Mulder...I think...I think we should forget about last night...it 
was...I don't think we should..." 

He had gotten up. "I agree, Scully, I...." 

A sharp knock on the door interrupted him. 

Scully opened to find Sheriff Lansing. "This urgent fax just came through, Agent Scully, Ma'am!" 

Scully thanked the man and scanned the fax. Her face turned pale. "Skinner is in the hospital - this says he's 
dying!" 

"Let's go!" Mulder said. 

************************




FBI Headquarters, Washington
36 hours later.

They were in Skinner's office. He'd been released from the hospital but Mulder had found him lying on the 
couch in his office complaining about trouble with his eyes.

All the lights were off. Scully had just joined the two men.

"He's going to tell you he's all right," Mulder said and Skinner readily replied. "That's because there's nothing 
wrong with me."

Scully inquired why it was so damn dark and Mulder told her that Skinner didn't like the light. 

She kneeled down to examine Skinner and noticed a nasty bruise on his chest. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Skinner answered evasively.

Soon the two Agents were inquiring about what exactly had happened to the AD. They got the encounter with 
Dr. Orgel, about the threat on the phone.

Soon Scully found out about the nanocytes in Skinner's blood, which were slowly killing him, building a heart 
attack. 

A couple of hours later, he was brought to D.C. General. 

Scully saved him from amputation of his arms. 

While Mulder was frantically searching for an explanation for Skinner's illness, Scully sat at his bedside, 
holding his hand, whispering words of comfort.

Once he woke up and there she was, her head resting next to his hand, asleep. He was overcome by gratitude 
for her presence. He wanted to wake her, thank her for being there, for doing everything she could to save him. 

His body and his soul. 

Three weeks later he had to tell her to drop the matter. The expression in her eyes had almost broke his heart. 

He'd known she would feel betrayed. 

But so did he. There was nothing he could do. 

He was nothing more than a pawn.



End part 1