Title: It Was Your Name

Rating: K+

Status: Complete

Spoilers: Biogenesis (a small part)

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Summary:

After Mulder is attacked in the stairway by Krycek Scully calls his apartment and Diana answers his home phone. We then see her taking off her shirt (gag) as she walks towards the bedroom in an effort to seduce Mulder while he felt like crap. What if something happened to cause her to leave instead of staying in bed with him.

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She tried calling him numerous times on his cell phone, but she received no answer, now she was beyond being concerned. Mulder had been acting weird since he encountered that rubbing of odd symbols, he complained of audio distortion and hearing a cacophony of voices. His mental and physical health were suffering, and he was showing signs of exhaustion. Scully needed to find him and make sure he was resting and taking care of himself. She needed to exam him to determine what exactly was wrong with him.

She dialed his home phone number hoping to hear his voice even if he's barely able to speak. She knows she'll go to him, stay with him, and make sure he gets whatever it is he needs. He had been pointed with her the last several days abrupt and short. Although they had different views on many aspects of their work, they always respected and appreciated the others viewpoint or theories.

Finally, his phone rang and was answered but it wasn't his deep, smooth voice she heard; it was a woman, she was sure it was her. Scully fumed and then wondered why she was at Mulder's place.

"Hello? I'm sorry I'm trying to reach Fox Mulder." She played ignorant as the voice on the other end of the line hesitated. *That bitch* she thought, what in the hell is she doing over there and why was she answering his phone.

"Hold on, please. Fox." It sounded as if she held her hand over the speaker.

"Hello?" His voice was weak, and he sounded ill.

"Mulder, where are you?" Scully asked him, knowing full well he was in his apartment. Alone. With her.

"I'm here, I'm resting."

"Where? Who answered the phone?" She had to ask; did he even know Fowley was in his home.

"I'm home. It's okay. Where are you?" Mulder sounded so tired and out of it.

"I'm in New Mexico, with, uh, with Dr, Sandoz."

"Does he have the artifact?" Even though his voice sounded far away his first thoughts are of the unknown relic that may be draining the life out of him.

"Mulder, this uh, artifact if I'm to believe what I'm being told about it,…"

"What?"

"It has a passage on it from Genesis." The scientist in Scully had to force that sentence out of her mouth.

"Scully that artifact is extraterrestrial." Mulder wiped his hand across his brow. His head pounding, thoughts racing.

"Mulder it can't be." she sighed at his persistence. Even exhausted and unwell he proposed alien existence.

"Did you know what that would mean?"

"No, it would mean nothing Mulder." Scully can't bring herself to believe in his zoo concept, not to mention her religious faith. She wants too, but she can't wrap her mind around it.

"No, it would mean our progenitors were alien, that our genesis was alien, that we're here because of them; that they put us here."

"Mulder, that is science fiction. It doesn't hold a drop of water."

"You're wrong. It holds everything. Don't you see? All the mysteries of science, everything we can't understand or won't explain, every human behaviorism-cosmology, psychology, everything in the X-Files—it all owes to them. It's from them."

"Mulder, I will not accept that. It is just not possible." She expected him to continue their disagreement, but he simply said what he said and handed the phone back…to that woman.

"Well, then, you go ahead and prove me wrong, Scully." She felt alone, so disconnected from him. Her being was aching for him, they were set on destroying him. Her desire to care for him, to hold his hand, to lay at his bedside as times past was overwhelming.

Scully placed her phone back in her coat pocket and looked at Dr. Sandoz with a blank stare.

"I have to go." She looked at the doctor and asked him if he needed a ride anywhere. He told her no; he would get a ride with one of the men back to town. She left quickly and drove straight to the airport. She quickly turned in the car, grabbed her bag and ran to the TWA counter. She couldn't believe her luck there was a non-stop to Dulles leaving in an hour. She purchased a ticket and sat at the gate.

After making another call Diana hangs up and begins undressing as she walks back into the bedroom. She has every intention of seducing him. If she could just flip him to their side, she and CGB Spender would have accomplished a large task. Diana knew he had a deep and profound connection to Agent Scully, but she could offer him nothing beyond a mortal existence. They could offer him immortality if he would just become a part of their cause. She figured with his brilliant mind and persistence there would be nothing they couldn't do. She was sure somewhere deep inside he still loved her, she fancied she was his kryptonite.

She disrobes completely and slips under the covers next to Mulder. She begins caressing him in the ways she remembers stimulates him. The touches that made him moan her name as she ran her fingers over his chest and stomach. He is asleep, she knows he is not himself but that plays better for her. She knows a pleasurable experience for him is the key to his allegiance. He is not responsive; she decides to wait until he wakes. She falls asleep for about three and a half hours. She is awakened to the bed moving. She looks over at him and realizes he's up using the bathroom. As he exits the bathroom, she decides now is the time for his seduction. She gets out of the bed and walks to him, but he brushes past her as if she is not there. He returns with a glass of water and sits on the bed. She comes up behind him on the bed and places her hands on his shoulders. She begins massaging his muscles and he lets his head fall forward. She kneads his shoulders, feeling his hot skin under her hands and places her lips on his skin. She can see she is having the effect on him she so desired even though she knows he is feverish. Her small, light kisses make him shiver. Her hands move down his back caressing him, she moves her hands under his arms encircling his waist feeling his warm skin under her hands excites her. She is so close to seducing him. He is responding to her touch. He breathes heavily. She knows he is still so tired and his body so weak, but she needs to close the deal. Her lips brush his earlobe and lets her breath pass by his ear whispering his name. He leans back into her; she gently pulls him down onto the bed. He's right there for the taking. As tired as his body is she can see his eyes are closed but he is aroused. She sees the results of her caresses through the boxers he has on. She lies him flat and whispers in his ear, so close. She lies with her left leg between his, her cool palm running over his flat stomach and chest.

"Scully, your touch, …not right now, I wouldn't be…I'm sick Scully. I need you to help me." He uttered those words heavily, as he turned towards her, eyes closed. His voice was weak, his mind and body tired yet he asked for that redhead. Diana is furious. How could he not want her, how could he be calling for Dana Friggin' Scully when he is so tired he can barely walk.

Her mouth went dry, and her heart sank. Her body suddenly lost interest in her goal. Her thoughts went right to Agent Dana Scully. The real scientist, to her self-assigned para scientist label. The beautiful red head to her dark wiry hair. She lost her beauty years ago and she knows it. She was banking on Mulder's past emotions for her, but she underestimated his feelings for the woman he now calls out for. She gets out of bed and gets dressed. She misjudged their relationship. Are they involved, has he really moved on from her, is Scully his true weakness, the one whom without he suffers. What can she possibly offer him. She is ridged, rational, has red hair, not the blonde Mulder usually goes for, and Scully cannot produce children for him. What does he see in her, she's a scientist, they will never be compatible, their relationship will never last. Throwing her remaining things in her bag, she opens the door to his apartment and walks out knowing she will never return.

As she approaches the elevator the doors open and Agent Scully steps out looking as conventional as ever, her face stern, yet her destination in front of her was undeniable. She wore a dark, well-tailored business suit and her long FBI issued coat. Glaring at Fowley she simply took the high road and began walking the hallway corridor towards Mulder's apartment, passing her without words.

"He is inside." Diana muttered once she passed her.

Scully stopped and slowly turned to her in the hallway taking a few steps towards Diana. "I can't imagine what condition you left him in after you took everything you could from him. You don't care about him. You're doing the devil's work, and I can smell the smoke."

"He's sick and needs medical attention."

"When did you realize that after you forced yourself on him or after you just outright tried to kill him. Your motives are a sick, and twisted perversion."

Diana snorted out through her nose and shook her head. "My failure isn't due to my lack of trying, I'll admit."

Scully stood there facing her with clenching fists and gritting teeth.

"He called out your name. He began speaking as if you were there, next to him." Diana looked away, her eyes focusing on the elevator. "Take care of him, he needs you."

Scully watched as she walked to the elevator, got on and never looked up. Her mind swirling with Diana's comments, could they be true. Did Mulder say anything besides her name. Whatever he said it wasn't the time to contemplate it. She turned and walked quickly to Mulder's apartment, using her key she walked inside.

"Mulder." She called his name as she walked to his bedroom. She found him in bed, sweating, barely awake. "Oh my god Mulder." She sat next to him on the bed. She helped him sit up and held him. She wrapped her arms around his chest. His arms hung limply over her shoulders. She kissed his cheek; he was burning up.

"Scully, help me." He pleaded with his ragged voice.

"Lie down, I'll get you some tea, and some medicine."

"Scully, my head is pounding, I feel so weak." Mulder laid back and held her arms.

"I'm here, I'll be right back. Just rest." Scully took off her coat, threw it over the bottom of his bed and several minutes later returned with peppermint tea and Motrin. She opened the windows to let fresh air in and placed a cool washcloth over his forehead. He struggled to sit up but with a few well-placed pillows she was able to get him into a seated position.

"If the medicine doesn't break your fever in an hour I'm taking you to the hospital." She said moving the matted hair on his forehead off his brow with her fingers as he continued to sip the tea. She walked into his closet, grabbed a T-shirt and sweatpants that were huge and went to his bathroom. She came out with his clothes on and walked over to him. He smiled weakly at her.

"You look like a grey alien cocooned you."

"I'm going to fix you something for dinner. Until I go shopping tomorrow it's eggs and toast, okay?" She asked him rhetorically.

"Whatever you say doc, I'll be here when they are done." He rolled over and pulled the sheet with him.

"Scrambled okay?" She bent over and pulled up the comforter closer to his waist.

"You're in charge Scully, the patient will accept your treatments as provided."

She returned about twenty minutes later with a plate of scrambled eggs, some lightly buttered toast and a glass of water. She was surprised to see him lying awake propped on the pillows from earlier.

"I claim no credit for this banquet. I'll need to get you some food tomorrow until then it's either this or cereal with orange juice." She smiled as she sat next to him while he ate.

"How's your head?"

His lips curved into a smile as he looked at her, leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Starting to feel better. Thank you for being my doctor who makes house calls.

When he finished eating, she cleaned up the kitchen, and straightened his bedroom, putting his clothes from yesterday into the hamper and cleaned up his bathroom. He fell back to sleep and was resting comfortably when there was a knock at the door. Scully walked over and answered it. Skinner was standing there with a look of surprise on his face when he saw her wearing clothing that was obviously Mulder's.

"Sir, I have been taking care of him since I flew home earlier this afternoon. I hadn't planned on… When I got here, he was…" She tried to explain as she looked down.

"Agent Scully I would have been more worried if you weren't here, I don't care how you're dressed. How is he?"

"His fever broke, and he's eaten a small meal. I'm going to stay with him until he feels better so, if you call and I…."

"Again, I don't care and trust me the less I know the better. If you need anything, please call me and keep me in the loop."

Skinner left, she closed and locked his door. It was late and she was exhausted. It had been a long day, her stress from worrying about Mulder, the long return flight, running into Fowley and taking care of Mulder. She allowed Fowley's comments to her to sink in. Diana's efforts to seduce Mulder failed when he called out Scully's name, but what did he say. She decided it didn't matter what he said, what mattered is even in his weakened state he asked for her, called her name, Scully, Dana Scully. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and climbed into his bed wearing only her underwear and his T-shirt. Shutting off the light, she laid back, listening to his breathing, steady, rhythmic, soothing, comforting, home.