Curing the Incurable

by Trycee

Time-Line: 2011, Post-IWTB

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for Fun Not Profit.

Scully opened her office door at Our Lady of Sorrows to find Mulder dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans. He had a smile curled in the corner of his mouth and his eyes were dark and mysterious. She could see wanting in his eyes.

"Mulder, I didn't expect for you to be here tonight...I just had some paperwork I wanted to wrap up.," she said, as he slipped an arm around her waist, pushing her back into her office.

With his free hand he locked the door, and then pressed his hot mouth into her mouth devouring her lips. She gasped but Mulder plunged his tongue deep into hers, wrapping both hands around her tiny waist and holding her firmly as she tried to squirm and pull from him. His mouth roughly explored her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, twirling his tongue and darting in and out as she moaned softly. He pushed her backwards and walked her over to the wall, pressing her firmly against it. She turned her head, gasping for air as he assaulted her neck and ears with his tongue. "Mulder!", she said breathing deeply. "Mulder, this is a hospital and you know I share this office..."

"Scully, its 10 o'clock at night and no one is here," he said, as he ran his tongue along her neckline causing her body to shudder.

"Mulder...", she whispered as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his tongue as it lapped around her face and mouth. "Its a hospital, someone is always around..."

"That's never stopped us before..."

"MULDER!", she said, firmly, pushing him away, but he barely budged. "Stop!"

"What?", he said, confused. "Scully...it's been too long..."

"Mulder its been a few hours," she said, squirming out of his tight grasp and distancing herself. She straightened up her white doctor's coat and tried to compose herself though her mouth was swollen and her face was flushed with desire.

"Scully if I don't get some soon...certain body parts will turn blue," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Mulder you know as well as I do that is not even remotely true...", she said, sitting down behind her desk.

Mulder stood with his hands on his hips, trying to still his breathing. "What's going on, Scully?"

She looked up at him curiously. "What...because I don't want to do the naked pretzel with you in my office...that I share with another doctor...there's something wrong? Or is it because I don't want to do it now...Mulder, I'm not a nympho."

"Since when?", he said shocked.

Scully rolled her eyes. "Damn it Mulder...Maybe I don't want too right now, is that okay?"

"No, it isn't okay...", he said, sitting down in the chair next to her desk, facing her. "What's wrong?"

"God...you act like we have to go at it like animals every minute of the day or else your not satisfied."

Mulder looked down at his fingers and then up at her. "Okay...fine...We don't have to have sex every second of the day...but for you and I not too is unusual...and you know it. Somethings up..."

"I'm at work," she said, quietly, looking down at the file in front of her.

"Like I said...that's never stopped us before..."

"And I think the nuns heard us the last time," she said, shooting a look his way.

Mulder blushed red. "I can be quiet..."

Scully shook her head. "Mulder, we're both screamers and the last time you tried that you bit into my shoulder...I still have a tiny scar..."

Mulder's head dropped. "Jeez...It was a mistake Scully...I was caught up..."

"I know why you did it...", she said, sighing loudly. "Look...I'll be home in a few hours...I'm just wrapping up some paperwork. I'll give you my undivided attention..."

"Or you'll fall asleep...", he said, leaning back into the chair.

"I have to admit I'm exhausted...", she said, staring at the paper work. "I want it too Mulder, I think the past few years have proven that..."

"Its what keeps us so young," he smiled.

"That may be but the last thing I need is for Father Ybarra or anyone else to accuse me of having sex in my office...that wouldn't look right Mulder...I'm in enough trouble as it is..."

Mulder's hazel eyes met her blue eyes. Mulder noticed that Scully's eyes looked distant and weary. "What trouble?"

"It's Christian...He's started slipping again. His parents brought him back last night. The stem cell procedures were going so well and suddenly...suddenly..."

"What?"

"They're reversing...I mean, his Hex A and Hex B levels were nearing normal levels at one point and now they're slipping back down and his eye sight is weakening," her voice trembled.

Mulder reached out and scooped her hand in his. "I...I...", she sighed. "I have Father Ybarra breathing down my neck telling me that I'm interfering with God's plans...I mean...what if he's right? What if its meant for Christian to die, Mulder? What if we're fighting this fight for no reason..."

Mulder could see her watery blue eyes and he pulled her into a hug, smoothing her long hair in his hands. "Scully...you have to fight, you can't give up now. Whether he was meant to live...or meant to die...You still helped prolong his life for two more years, Scully...two more years his parents had to love and hold him..."

"But isn't that cruel," she said, as tears streamed down her cheek. "Am I prolonging the inevitable?"

Mulder kissed the top of her head. "Whose to say, Scully? What can you do but try? You certainly can't give up...You're only human..."

"A human that has been tasked with saving the world, Mulder...you and I and yet I can't save one little boys life..."

"Stop that," Mulder chastised. "This has nothing to do with what we have ahead of us Scully...Stop doubting yourself. You can't help this boy believing that. And even if you can't help him Scully...you can at least rest assure that you tried!"

She sat up and wiped her eyes. "I think I better call it a night," she said, placing Christian's file into her briefcase. "Will you take me home, Mulder and help me feel better?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "What do you want? A massage? A foot rub? Ice cream...using real Rice this time?"

She tried not to laugh. "Why do you always make jokes when I'm feeling down?"

"Its my way of coping...you know that better than I do..."

"I do..."

"Why do you always ask questions you already know the answer too?", he said, with a curled smile.

She stared down at the top of her desk, searching the wood marks as if the answers to all her problems were hidden between the natural wood lines. "Let's go...", she said, standing up.

She reached for her briefcase but quickly snatched back her hand. "I'll leave it here, " she said, placing it in her desk drawer and locking it. "Tonight...my mind will be free..."

Mulder smiled and grabbed her small hand that seemed to melt into his. He walked with her to her door and then waited as she locked it behind her. They walked down the empty halls of the hospital,

Mulder pulled up to the front door of their home and glanced over to Scully who was already sleep. He smiled to himself, remembering the countless times he'd sit and watch her sleep when they worked for the FBI. She always looked so peaceful when she slept and this time was no exception. He moaned from the stiffness in his bones when he stepped out of the car. Arthritis was slowly creeping is way into his joints. He'd spent too many years of his youth recuperating from one injury after the other and now his bones ached slightly, just enough to cause occasional discomfort. But he didn't complain, he was still fit and active even as he was nearing the big 5.0 but it was still a few years away yet and he would keep old age at bay for as long as he could. That was if they won against the invasion less than two years away.

He stepped over to her side and opened her door. She didn't stir and so he scooped her up in his arms and slammed the door shut with his foot and walked up the creaky steps to the front door He gently placed her onto her feet and leaned her against the door, but she still didn't wake as he opened the front door. He picked her back up again and carried her into their bedroom, placing her down on her side of the bed. He quickly disposed of her coat and shoes, and stripped her out of most of her clothes. She stirred slightly when the cool air hit her skin. "Mah...Mul...", she stammered.

"I'm getting you undressed," he said, opening her dresser drawer, pulling out one of her silk slip nightgowns. He placed it on over her head as her eyes opened and closed in and out of consciousness. He slid it down over her naked body and then tucked the blankets around her. He then tossed her clothes into the hamper in the bathroom and made his way back to the front door, slamming it shut and locking it. He turned off all the lights, and returned back into the bedroom on his side of their bed. He stripped out of his own clothes down to his boxers and then nestled in besides her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she settled into his chest, her eyes completely shut. He kissed the top of her head and watched her as she slipped deeper into sleep. She needed the rest, to get her mind off of things. Tomorrow would come quickly and the problem of Christian's condition would flood back into her mind, breaking her peace.

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