Title: Only the Weak



Author: Andrea



Rating: NC-17



Category: MSR, Mulder POV



Disclaimer: I wish...then there'd be no 9th season.



Archiving: I'd be honoured, but I'd also like to know.



Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.



Spoilers: thru season 6.



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The flight home had seemed endless--Scully and I had barely 

spoken. When we'd left for this case four days earlier, we'd 

both thought it was going to be routine. In a suburb of Chicago, 

miracle babies were being born at a rate that was high enough 

to trigger alarm bells in more than one federal agency. The FBI 

was called in when no other agency could figure out what was 

going on. 



In the car, on the way to Scully's apartment, she was still 

saying almost nothing to me--mostly just yes and no answers 

to my questions. She'd wanted to take a cab, but I insisted on

driving her. I desperately wanted to ask her if she was all 

right, but I knew what her answer would be, so I finally stopped

trying to get her to talk and kept my mouth firmly shut.

 

Shortly after we'd arrived in Chicago, I began to understand 

why other agencies had been so perplexed. I'd read the case 

file, but I was sure that once I actually got to sink my teeth 

into the case, it would suddenly become clear to me. Much to my

dismay, it didn't seem to matter from what angle we approached 

the case, we couldn't find a link between any of the babies, 

their parents, or the doctors who delivered them. The only 

common thread was that all of the mothers had been artificially 

inseminated. But of the six babies with accelerated speech and 

motor skills, only two had shared the same OB-GYN. According to 

Scully, all were definitely products of their parents, which 

ruled out an Eddie Van Blundht type of scenario.



As we got closer to Scully's street, I found myself wracking my

brain, trying to figure out how to get through to her. All these

years as her partner and I still knew almost nothing about what

made her tick. 



While I'd done a lot of legwork, Scully had stayed in the lab and

worked with a geneticist from the University of Chicago who had 

been highly recommended by Thomas Jefferson University. Scully

had assured me that TJU had one of the top genetics labs in the

country, if not the world. When I'd complained to Scully that

the amazing Dr. Grewal gave me the creeps, she'd rolled her eyes

and told me to leave the lab if he bothered me so much. She'd said

they'd be able to work better without me pestering them with 

questions anyway. I'd been so annoyed, I'd stormed off and spent 

the day going over the files yet again. Not once had I called her 

to see if they'd made any progress.



As I pulled up in front of her building, I got a chill as I 

remembered the call I'd received in my hotel room. I'd fallen

asleep while reading over the files and it was dark when I'd been

awakened by the phone. Scully and Dr. Grewal had disappeared. 

Campus security had found the lab in complete disarray. Several 

computers had been smashed and the DNA tests that Scully and Dr.

Grewal had been running were ruined. When I got the university a

lab technician had tried to explain what had happened to the 

tests, but I'd been too worried about Scully to really listen. If

I'd paid attention, I might have realized that only someone who

knew exactly what Scully and Dr. Grewal were doing would have

known how to destroy their work. 



That someone had turned out to be the renowned Dr. Grewal. He'd 

been the one playing God with the embryos. Somehow Scully had 

figured it out. If only I'd stayed with them, I could have stopped

Grewal before he took Scully. I should have known to trust my

instincts, but it had bothered me, seeing Scully poring over

reports and test results with Grewal. I'd thought I could handle

it better if I didn't have to see it. 



As in the case, I'd had no idea where to begin. I'd run around 

Chicago like a fool, first at the university, then the hospitals, 

and then all of the OBs' offices. Eventually I ended up at Grewal's 

apartment. He may have been a brilliant geneticist, but he didn't 

have the sense to password protect the files on his computer. 

Once I began to read those files it didn't take me long to 

realize that he'd been behind everything. I'd been reaching for 

my cell phone to let the Chicago PD know who to look for when it 

had begun to ring. When I answered, it was those same men in blue

calling to tell me that they'd found Scully.



This had never happened to us before. It had always been me. 

She was safe, but not because of me. Someone else had rescued

her. I felt like I'd let her down -- again.



"Here you are," I forced a smile as I put the car into park.



"Yup," she didn't meet my eyes as she began to open her door.



"Scully," I put my hand on her arm to stop her. "Are you okay?" I

finally blurted out, fully sure that I knew what she would say, 

but having to ask anyway.



"No," she shook her head slightly. Her hair was hanging in front 

of her face so I still couldn't see her eyes.



I was so stunned by her admission, that I was speechless for what

seemed like an eternity, but it was probably only a couple of 

seconds. "Is there something I can do?" I asked when I found my

voice.



"Yes," she nodded again. "There is," she paused and took a deep

breath. "You can come inside and make love to me."



I think I stopped breathing. I'm certain that my heart skipped

several beats. Did I only hear what I wanted to hear, or had she

really asked me to make love to her?



"But if it will just be sex, don't bother," she finished opening 

the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.



"Just sex?" I asked the now closed door. I was out of the car

and at her side in a flash. "Scully," I took her hand.



"Shh," she shook her head at me.



I pressed my lips together and squeezed her hand. She squeezed 

back, but said nothing. The silent walk to her door seemed to be

in slow motion -- I never thought we'd get there. The warmth of

her hand was the only thing convincing me that she had really

asked me to make love to her.



When the apartment door was finally closed behind us, I spoke 

again. "Scully," I pulled her against me.



"No talking," she whispered as she slipped her hands around my 

neck.



No talking? How could I not talk? I wanted to tell her how much

I loved her, how long I'd loved her and how beautiful she was.

How could I tell her that I'd longed to make love to her for so 

long that I couldn't remember what it felt like not to crave her 

touch? As her lips covered mine, and her hot little tongue pushed

its way into my mouth, I quickly forgot everything I'd wanted to 

say. 



I responded immediately. My hands were in her hair, then on her 

ass, and then tugging at her clothes. Her hands were following the 

same pattern. Before we were completely naked, she pulled away 

from me and began to walk away. I was so bereft at the loss of her 

touch that I didn't realize at first that I was supposed to follow

her. When I saw her reach around to unhook her bra as she walked, 

I finally figured out that she didn't want to make love up against

her front door. Taking her lead, I stripped off my remaining 

clothes as I stumbled after her.



When I turned into the bedroom I was rewarded with seeing Scully

slipping off her panties. Her back was to me and as she bent to

slowly step out of them, my eyes were drawn to the trimmed auburn

hair she was displaying. Had I still been wearing my boxers, 

they would have barely contained my throbbing erection.



"Scully," I breathed. "I--"



"Shh," she turned, holding her index finger to her lips. 



Before I could argue her 'no talking' rule, she climbed onto the

bed and slowly crawled to the middle. There was no longer enough

blood left in my brain to process speech. When she beckoned me

with her finger, my legs took over and in one stride I was at

the bed. Scully was on her back, her arms were open to me and she

was beginning to part her legs. In what seemed like one fluid 

movement to me, I was on the bed in between her legs. I hoped it

appeared as graceful to her. 



"Mmm," she reached up and pulled me into another kiss. Her 

tongue caressed my lips and then the roof of my mouth. I, too, 

was tasting and exploring her mouth, but I wanted more. I broke 

the kiss and began to nip my way down her neck. I was surprised 

to feel her pull away. 



"Make love to me," she whispered and titled her hips capturing my

cock between us.



"I am," I lowered my lips to her neck again.



"Mulder, please," she wiggled beneath me.



"But Scully, I want --" 



"Please, Mulder, I need this," her voice was shaking. "I need 

*you*."



"Scully, I --," I tried once more to tell her how much I loved

and needed her too, but she silenced me with her mouth. As she

plunged her tongue into my mouth, her hands slid down to my ass.

I couldn't resist any longer. When I moved my hips to reposition

myself, I felt her pull her knees back. My cock was suddenly

pressed into her satiny hot flesh. We groaned into each other's

mouths and then I was sliding into her. She was hot velvet -- 

liquid silk.



As I slowly filled her, we continued to kiss. They weren't gentle

soft, friendly kisses. These kisses were loud and passionate and

almost rough. It was vastly different from the way the rest of

our bodies were moving. I was taking long, slow strokes while

Scully's hips moved in a leisurely counterpoint. Her hands

massaged my back and her fingernails lightly ran over my ass.



Whenever I sank completely into her, Scully would arch her back,

pressing her breasts against me. She would moan into my mouth and

tug at my lips with her teeth, but her mouth never left mine. 



As much as I was enjoying the comfortable pace of our lovemaking,

my body soon began to speed up, almost of its own volition. My

thrusts became harder and I no longer paused when I was completely

buried inside of her. 



"I--" I murmured into her mouth.



"Yes," she murmured back, her hands now firmly planted on my ass.



Scully was meeting every thrust, her swirling hips matching my

rhythm exactly. Our mouths were still joined, but we were no 

longer kissing. That was my first hint that Scully was about to 

come. She pressed her mouth firmly against mine. Then her whole

body went rigid and she began to quake. My heart leapt when I

felt her internal muscles tugging at my cock. Scully was not 

having a meek little climax. She was coming hard.



Her legs clamped around mine as her body continued to shake. 

Scully was having an earth-shattering orgasm with me inside of

her. The realization that I'd had some part in making her come like

that was the last thing I remember before my balls tightened almost

painfully and my cock began to pulse.



When I opened my eyes, I had collapsed on top of her. From the

way she was kissing me, I gathered she didn't mind the weight.

When I tried to shift myself, she held me with her arms and legs.



"Uncle," I chuckled into her mouth making her laugh too. The feel

of her breath in my mouth reminded me of how lucky I was to be

so close to her. I began to kiss her feverishly. My heart swelled 

when she sighed as I ravaged her mouth.



"Don't you want me to move?" I managed to ask in between kisses.



"No," she shook her head quickly and kissed me again. "Want this,"

she breathed. "Need this."



"Scully," I pulled away from her insistent lips. "I need to talk

now."



"Okay," she smiled shyly and reached up to comb my hair with her

fingers.



"I need to tell you that I love you," I watched her face for her

reaction as I made my confession. I was surprised to see her grin.



"I know that," she caressed my cheek.



"How?" I couldn't help smiling too.



"I asked you to make love to me. I didn't want sex, I wanted

to know if you felt the same way I did. You told me you loved me

when you followed me," her smile softened.



"And that's the only way you knew?" I was amazed that she hadn't

known for a long time.



"It was the only way I could be positive," she confessed.



"I was sure you knew that I've been crazy about you forever,"

I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.



"I was never positive -- now I am," she returned my kiss with

a feathery brush of her lips.



"Scully, I have a confession to make," I grimaced.



"What?" her eyes widened.



"My arms are killing me," I quickly rolled onto my back.



"Sorry," she chuckled and snuggled up to me again. I slipped my

arm under her waist and pulled her even closer. I was thrilled 

that she didn't balk at my possessiveness.



"Can I ask you something?" I asked as I kissed her hair.



"Anything," she nodded as she ran her fingers lightly over my 

chest.



"Why now? There have been times when I've felt so much closer to

you. Even after they found you it was like there was a gaping hole

between us," I explained.



"That's why," she laid her palm flat over my heart.



"I don't understand," I shook my head.



"I think when we were close, I didn't feel the need to make love

to you. Our closeness satisfied me. Even when we were separated

that feeling of closeness came back as soon as you found me, or I

found you," her voice was quiet.



"But I didn't find you this time," I nodded slowly. "So you

decided that we should make love?"



"Not exactly," she laughed. "At first I was angry."



"At me?"



"Yes, and I know I had no reason to be and that made me even

angrier. It wasn't until we were in the car coming home that I

finally realized what I was feeling. I think I've been in love 

with you for a long time and not been able to admit it to myself,"

she confessed.



"Why not?" I was confused.



"Because I've never loved anyone so completely before...I didn't

recognize it. And I couldn't admit to myself that I needed you as

much as I do -- that would be admitting weakness."



"Needing someone doesn't make you weak," I argued.



"I thought I should be able to love someone with needing them. 

I've never needed anyone before, so I've probably never really

been in love," she gave a tiny shrug.



"I'm still not sure if I understand why now."



"I finally admitted to myself that I needed you," she exhaled

shakily. "When that cop found me it felt strange, like something

was missing. I felt empty. It took some serious soul searching

for me to realize that I was missing you."



"Scully?" I tightened my grip on her.



"Mmm hmm," she was beginning to sound drowsy.



"I need you, too."



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