The X-Files, Season 10

She held her gun, shaking, "Come any closer and I'll shoot!" she warned, but he came closer. "Put the gun down!" she cried, helplessly, but he just kept coming closer, pointing his gun at her. "Damn it, Mulder! You're scaring me! Stop!" she cried. "No, Scully, it's either you or me!" he yelled and laughed like a madman, "I have to shoot you. I have to shoot you before you shoot me!" "Mulder! No!" Scully screamed as he shot her in the stomach. She looked down where the blood spilled out on her white blouse. Her eyes widened with fear and her jaw dropped. Then Scully collapsed on the ground with a thud. Then, Mulder came to. "Oh! Oh, no! Scully! Scully, can you hear me? Scully! Wake up! Wake up, Scully! Oh, what have I done! Scully!" he shouted. "Mulder!" Scully yelled in his ear, "Mulder, It's time to get up!" He opened one eye, "Scully?" he asked and scratched his head, "You. You were dead." "Uh-huh," she mumbled, "What a nice thing to dream about, Mulder." She stared at him for a little while, and then she shook her head and walked out of the hotel room. Mulder lifted himself out of the hard bed; his muscles were really strong looking and handsome. There were bags under his eyes, because of the short period that he slept. Mulder had just gotten out of jail and escaped the government just by a hair. But now he was safe. Or was he? Mulder made his way toward his suitcase and pulled out a toothbrush and some clean underwear. He walked into the small hotel bathroom and slowly took off his pants, then his shirt, then his socks, then his underwear and finally his undershirt, which revealed his sexy six-pack. Then, near the bed, he saw a radio. Hmmm. he thought and walked (in the nude!) over to the radio and turned it to the pop station. Hey, everybody! This is Mumbo Number Five! The radio boomed. Mulder smiled and looked in the mirror at himself. He felt proud of his hot, hot muscles and he began to dance to the song. "One, two, three, four, five! Everybody's in the car, so c'mon, let's drive!" Mulder sang to the radio as he danced in the nude to the mirror. Then, suddenly in came Scully. "Mulder, I got you're beer and- Oh, my God!" Scully cried and dropped the beer and potato chips. "Shit!" Mulder exclaimed and rummaged around for something to cover his dick and bare ass. Scully looked at him carefully, with widened eyes. Then she smiled, as if she were about to shoot Osama bin Laden. She tore off her clothes and threw Mulder onto the hard hotel bed and they fucked.

I will finish this story, soon but I got caught up in other things.