Fletcher - Chapter 17 of ? By Dana Starbuck Feedback to jbowne@top.monad.net Note: I am posting this for a friend who only has access to the internet thru work. I did not write this, but I have agreed to let my friend use my email account. Any comments, please reference 'Fletcher' so I know to print and pass on to her. Distribution: Archive only to ScullySlash Homepage only Crossposting: None please! Keywords: F/F, Scully/Other, Mulder/Other Friendship, SOTL Crossover (sort of) Spoilers: None Rating: NC17 for sex, ScSlash Rating - A & B Summary: Scully becomes involved with a friend of Mulder's from his pre-Xfiles past. DISCLAIMER: The X-Files characters and situations are the creations and property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Broadcasting and have been used without permission. SOTL characters are the property of Thomas Harris and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended and no money shall be made with this piece of fiction. All the others belong to the author. THANK YOU: Special thanks to Rad, deejay and eeyore for beta-reading. Saturday, Halloween, 6:45 PM, Fletcher's Apartment "What was Mulder doing?" Fletcher asked as she pulled the pads out of the bag and tossed them onto the bed. She reached into the dresser drawer and took out a black t-shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. "Sitting on the sofa and talking to himself about how he was never going to agree to anything you suggested ever again," Scully laughed, sitting down on the bed. "What a sore loser." She looked over and caught Scully yawning. "A little tired, Red?" "I didn't get much sleep last night." "Why's that?" she asked with a somewhat smug grin on her face. "A certain _someone_ kept me up most of the night." "I didn't hear anyone complaining," Fletcher said innocently, looking through her closet for her pants. "I'm not complaining now. Just stating a fact." "What happened to that nap you were going to take?" "Very funny, Fletcher. You know damn well that my nap today turned into a little afternoon delight for you." "And for you too, Red." She walked over to Scully, pulled her up from the bed and hugged her. "I just can't help myself when I get you alone. I feel like I've got to make up for all that lost time." She bent her head and kissed Scully gently on the lips. Her hands crept down, cupping Scully's buttocks as she pulled her against her body. Scully sighed, opening her mouth and drawing Fletcher's tongue inside. She shifted her body so that she was straddling Fletcher's thigh. She could feel Fletcher's body respond to her kisses and Scully smiled. Scully thought. She stepped back from Fletcher's embrace, her hands pushing Fletcher's hands away. "We don't have time, Fletcher." "Oh, you're a cruel woman, Dana Scully," Fletcher breathed heavily. "And you need to cool off," she replied, a smile on her lips. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll never cool off." "Work on it," Scully laughed. Fletcher tried to scowl, but laughed instead. She gently tugged Scully back into her arms and began to kiss her neck. Fletcher thought. "Fletcher..." Scully weakly pushed against Fletcher's chest. "Y'know, Red, if Mulder wasn't sitting in the livingroom..." Fletcher began to nibble at Scully's neck, behind her ear, then down to her shoulder. "What?" Scully thought. Scully sighed, her body beginning to respond to Fletcher's words and touches. "I'd take you right here, right now," Fletcher continued, her hands slipping under Scully's sweater, her thumbs drawing circles around and on her nipples. "Fletcher..." Scully thought. "And I'd make you come long, hard and loud, just like this afternoon..." she finished, her lips gently sucking on Scully's collarbone. Scully moaned, her mind and body recalling what had happened only hours earlier. She felt another flood of warmth between her legs. "Fletcher, please...we really don't have time for this..." Scully said, wishing Fletcher would stop, but her body wanting Fletcher to continue. "Okay, Red," she said simply, releasing Scully. Scully groaned at the suddeness of Fletcher's departure. Fletcher turned her back to Scully and pulled off her shirt. She pulled on the pads and the shirt, then she put on the suitcoat. "How do I look?" she asked. "What?" Scully asked, still a little bewildered at Fletcher's actions. "I said, how do I look?" Fletcher repeated, turning around once to show off her costume. "You look like a football player or a body builder," Scully commented. "But does it look real?" she asked, taking off her jeans. "Yes. It hides your chest and makes you look very muscular." "Good, good." She reached for her black pants. "Aren't you going to change?" "Not yet. I thought I'd wait until after I did your makeup and Mulder's makeup. I don't want to get any on my costume." Fletcher stepped into her pants and pulled them up. She paused before zipping them up, an evil grin on her face. "What's that look for?" Scully asked. "Is there anything else you'd like to add to your creation, Doctor?" "Meaning?" "Any missing 'equipment' you'd like to give your Frankenstein?" "I don't get it." "Figure it out, Red," she laughed. Scully looked at Fletcher's face, then her hands that remained on the waistband of her pants. Fletcher looked down at her zipper, then back at Scully. She raised one eyebrow. "Fletcher..." Scully blushed deeply, finally understanding what Fletcher meant by 'equipment'. "Y'know, Scully, I started calling you 'Red' because of your hair. I think I should've called you that because of your propensity for blushing," Fletcher laughed. Saturday, 7:15 PM Mulder stood in the livingroom, wearing a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He looked down at the clothes on the couch. He picked up the high heeled shoes, then dropped them. "I'm not wearing these." "Then what'll you wear?" "My sneakers. That - that dress," he cringed as he said the word, "looks long enough to hide them." "We'll see." He picked up the large white bra and held it up in front of him. "What size bra did you get?" he asked. "44-D," Fletcher said, hiding her smile. "I'll be _huge_," Mulder whined. "Hey, if the good Dr. Frankenstein here is making me a 'bride', she damned well better make me one with big tits, especially since you ain't much to look at Mulder." "You're no catch, either, Fletcher." "If you two don't stop bickering, I'll..." Scully thought. She turned her attention back to Mulder. He wasn't about to go down without a fight, without expressing his displeasure at least several more times. He grumbled and fussed before finally putting it on over his t-shirt. Scully stepped behind him and fastened it. "And how am I supposed to fill it?" he asked, looking at the empty, sagging cups. "What do you think, Fletcher?" Scully asked, a tiny smile on her face. "Well, you could always go with the old standby," Fletcher said, her arms crossed in front of her, a semi-serious look on her face. "Which is?" Mulder asked warily. "Kleenex." "No, I think he needs something else." "Yeah, he needs something to make them a little perkier," Fletcher grinned, pulling at the cups and pretending to look inside of them. "Cut it out," Mulder complained, twisting away from Fletcher. "Good thing _all_ your cups aren't empty, Mulder," Fletcher grinned. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Mulder said, pouting. "Oh, very much so," Fletcher laughed. "Hmmm. What to use, what to use..." Scully pondered, circling Mulder, her finger tapping her lips. "Oh, what have we here," Fletcher commented, reaching into the bag. She smiled and handed Mulder the falsies. "No way," he groaned. "Nope." He folded his arms across his chest. "Oh, yes, sir. A deal's a deal. You've got to be suitably attired." "If that's the case, I don't see _you_ stuffing yourself, Fletcher," Mulder said with a smirk. "What do you mean?" Scully asked. "You know what I mean, don't you?" he said, looking at Fletcher. "I don't need to stuff myself, Wonder Boy. I've got _plenty_," she laughed. "Hardly." "Oh, bite me, Spooky," Fletcher grinned, grabbing her crotch. "Fletcher!" Scully's voice sounded like a reprimand. "Sorry, Red. Mulder just brings out the juvenile delinquent in me." "Yeah, right, blame it all on me," Mulder said, his eyes rolling. "Honestly, you two can be a bit much," Scully said, exasperated. "I keep forgetting I'm the only adult in the room." Fletcher ignored Scully's remark. She picked up her camera and snapped a couple of shots of Mulder and Scully. "So help me, Fletcher, if anyone else sees those photos..." Mulder warned. "Relax, Spooky. I'll develop them myself." "Mulder, will you finish getting dressed so I can do your makeup?" Scully asked. "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this..." he swore, fumbling with the falsies. "Oh, let me. You haven't got a clue," Fletcher said, setting down her camera. "And you do?" Fletcher took the falsies from Mulder and put them in the bra. "Gee, Mulder, you're almost as big as..." "Don't say it." "Well, put it this way. Next year you can go as Dolly Parton." Scully held the dress out to him. He looked at her, his eyes saying 'I'll never forgive you for this one, Scully.' She smiled and thrust the dress into his hands. "After this year, I may never go to another Halloween party again," he mumbled. Mulder pulled the off-white cotton dress over his head. He struggled with it until Scully came over and helped him pull it down. She zipped it up, then stepped in front of him to get a good look. "Very nice, Mulder. Very, uh, bride-like." She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to smother the laugh. "Go ahead and say it, Scully." "I'm sorry, Mulder." She giggled. "I was just thinking that this isn't quite what my mother had in mind when she pictured a wedding for us." Mulder gave her one of his patented smirks and waited for her laughter to subside. She patted the chair. "Have a seat." Mulder sat down and Scully wrapped a towel around him. She carefully followed the notes Marva had provided. When she finished, she stepped back. Mulder almost looked feminine. There was only a hint of eye shadow and blush. It was the lips that did Fletcher in. They were deep red, almost black. "Oh, man, Mulder, you're...you're...I'm speechless..." She choked back her laughter. "Where are the electrodes, Fletcher?" Scully asked. "In my pocket. Want to get them yourself?" she grinned. "I don't think so," Scully replied, holding her hand out. Fletcher dropped them into her hand, then handed her the glue. "Don't forget, Fletcher. You're next," Mulder warned. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means, behave yourself," he replied. "Yes, _ma'am_," Fletcher cracked. "You two are worse than teenagers, I swear," Scully muttered. After she attached the electrodes to Mulder's neck, she motioned to Fletcher to sit down. Fletcher flopped down on the chair and grinned. "Better stop smiling, Fletcher. I don't think I recall Frankenstein the monster ever smiling," Mulder said, opening a beer. "Don't you dare drink that beer, Mulder," Scully ordered. "Why not?" "I don't want to have to keep fixing your lipstick. Go find a straw in the kitchen." "Why, oh why, couldn't I have picked Igor," Mulder muttered under his breath as he left the room. Scully stepped between Fletcher's legs and leaned over, makeup in hand. Fletcher quickly looked over her shoulder to see if Mulder was still in the room. When she didn't see him, she began to lift her hand. Scully caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. "Move it and lose it," Scully warned in her best 'federal agent' voice. "Okay, whatever you say, Red." "What has gotten into you, Fletcher?" Scully asked, beginning to apply the makeup. "Other than you?" Fletcher retorted. "You are _so_ bad." "It's Halloween. Of course I'm going to be bad." Fletcher tried out her most charming smile. "If I promise not to play any tricks on you, will I get a treat?" Scully smiled, unable to stop herself. She thought about the black lace underwear she'd packed and blushed. "I've already taken care of it." "Oh, really? I love it when you surprise me, Red." "Good. Now sit still. I'm almost done." Fletcher sat calmly as Scully finished applying the makeup. She held her hair back herself as Scully attached the false forehead. After she affixed the electrodes, Scully leaned over and kissed Fletcher lightly on the lips, not realizing that Mulder had returned to the room and was watching. "All set, Frankenstein," she said, stepping back. Mulder thought, sipping his beer through a straw. "Nice job, Scully," he complimented her. "Thanks." "You need to go get dressed, Scully. I want to add the final piece to Mulder's costume in private." "Okay, but don't wreck my hard work." "We won't," they promised. Scully went into the bedroom and took out her change of clothes. She smiled as she put on the black lace bra and panties. She quickly pulled on the black pants and white turtleneck. She tossed the surgical gown on the bed, then sat in front of the dresser and began to tease her hair out, trying to make it as wild as she could without overdoing it. She set the comb down. She picked up the surgical gown and walked back into the livingroom. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide open. Mulder and Fletcher were sitting next to each other on the sofa. Atop Mulder's head was a wig that stood at least a foot high. If it had been blue instead of black with white streaks it would've passed for Marge Simpson's hair. Scully thought. "Well, if it isn't the happy couple," she said laughing. End Chapter 17