Author's notes: Okay, so I know I said I was going to make this one more light-hearted. So…very…sorry. This is just the direction the story took, but it is MORE light-hearted than the last one, and you'll see why soon. If anyone wants a follow-up story where Scully deals with the trauma of being sexually assaulted twice in two weeks (I'm laughing now, not at the serious subject involved but because of the insanity of it all), let me know in a comment and I will pursue that. Not done with this story yet, though, still have one more important piece left after this…stay tuned for some nice, tender moments.

Wild One

Chapter 5

Part 1.

The beat of the bass in the music bounced around so loudly that it almost made Mulder sick. He watched Scully dancing her first set with a mixture of titillation and anxiety—seeing her dance made him horny as hell, but he got nervous every time she approached a man for a tip, ready to jump up and take the guy out if he was their suspect. He had a bad feeling about this—it could be anybody, and all the guy would have to do is touch her hand and she would be his.

Mulder was not about to let that happen. But it meant that he flinched every time a man looked like he was about to reach for her.

After Scully got off the stage at the end of her set, Mulder thought about who this guy could be—what he would be dressed like, how he would be acting. Mulder looked around the bar and only saw one man who looked remotely like the sketch of the suspect. But sketches had been known to be wrong.

And to complicate it all, there was the fact that it might not be a man at all. In fact, their suspect could have changed into a woman, and be scouting for another male victim right now, in which case it would be one of the strippers.

The thought led to a sudden realization on Mulder's part, which caused him to spring out of his seat and sprint towards the dancers' dressing room.

Part 2.

Scully felt like she was in a daze as soon as Candi started rubbing her hand. She was nauseous and turned on all at the same time, and she felt like she could not pull herself away from the other woman. It was not that she wouldn't be able to overpower her if she could free herself, but she found that she was unable to force herself to move.

Candi pulled on Scully's hand, trying to get her to stand, and Scully complied without objection. The woman pushed Scully against the wall, and when Scully tried to say something, all that came out was a whispered, "We shouldn't…"

But Candi ignored her protestation, and leaned her body into Scully's while kissing her hard on the neck. Any other time, Scully thought she would probably be repulsed. But she was feeling nothing right now but pure desire, combined with the inability to budge. Candi pressed her lips onto Scully's mouth, and Scully couldn't help but notice the difference in the woman's thin, smooth mouth—so unlike any man she had kissed. Candi ran one knee over Scully's crotch and, to her horror, she heard herself moaning in pleasure.

She tried to collect herself, to think of escaping, to think about Mulder, but her mind was focused singly on one thing—how good Candi's soft, plush body felt against hers. Now she felt Candi's fingers touching her, and she thought she might not make it much longer without climaxing, but she also knew that the farther they went down this path, the closer she came to death.

Part3.

Mulder made it to the dressing room and was about to enter when Robo-bouncer, the same one who had stopped him on the way in the front door last time, moved between him and the entrance. "Where you going in such a hurry, man?"

Mulder was too distracted to figure out how to reason with this guy. "Look, I just gotta get back there…"

"Nuh-uh, you ain't going nowhere."

"But I have to…" Mulder tried to push past him, causing the bouncer to grab him by the shoulder."

"Look, dude…"

"Porsche!" Mulder yelled, trying to get her to come out.

The bouncer shoved Mulder hard now. "Hey! You've got a problem, man. Now maybe you're lovesick-I get it, but you don't need to go all stalker up in here. You need to go have a seat, wait until she comes out when she's ready, or I'm gonna have to throw your ass outta here."

Mulder shook his head. "No, you don't understand…" In a flash, all the promises he had made to Scully ran through his head. No interfering, no jumping at every hint of danger, no blowing her cover…

He debated whether to just go and sit down and wait for her to come back out.

But then, he was not known for his impulse control…

Part 4.

Scully gasped. She wanted so badly to continue, but she wanted even more to stop, because she knew what the outcome would be. She heard Mulder's voice outside the door calling out her stripper name, and she tried to call back, but the words would not come.

Then, a few seconds later, she heard, "FBI!"

She watched in relief as Mulder burst through the door, and pointed his gun in their direction. Candi let go of her and charged at Mulder. Scully fell to the floor, letting go of her stomach contents all over the ground. She was too busy getting sick to notice the struggle between Mulder and the man/woman who had attacked her. She sat heaving, waiting for the next bout of nausea to wash over her. She heard Mulder's gun go off, and it must have scared the stripper into submission, because she looked over long enough to see him putting the uninjured suspect into handcuffs.

After handing Candi off to the bouncer, Mulder grabbed a towel and kneeled next to Scully. "Hey," he said softly, the concern apparent in his eyes. "Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded her head, but she wasn't so sure. "I'm really sick," she said.

Mulder rested his hand on her back. "Okay, let's get you some help."