Fletcher - Chapter 9
By Dana Starbuck
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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.


Later Sunday evening

Fletcher looked up to see Mulder and Scully walking into the kitchen. 
Neither looked very happy.  Mulder was almost scowling and Scully, well,
her eyes looked dark and her mouth formed a tight line across her face.

<Oh, damn, she told him and he's not happy about it.  Should I play stupid?
 Act like I don't know?  I wish one of them would say something.  I don't
like the way this is looking.  It looks like I could lose both of my
houseguests tonight.  Truth be told, I'm not sure at this point whose
departure would bother me more.>

"Supper ready?" Mulder asked, a smile on his face.  Fletcher knew it was a
fake smile, strictly for show.

"Yeah.  I was just getting ready to call you down."

"Are we eating in the diningroom?"

"No.  I put everything out here on the kitchen table."

He walked over to the table and sat down.  The tension was palpable, almost
suffocating.  Fletcher looked at Scully, her eyes questioning her.  Scully
gave her a short shake of the head and a grim look.  Fletcher raised an
eyebrow and Scully mouthed the word "later".

They ate their dinner in silence, with no enthusiasm, no enjoyment. 
Fletcher was anxious and almost a little bit annoyed.  She knew Mulder well
enough to know that he needed to brood for a while when anything upset him.
 She didn't know that it was Scully's habit to sweep aside her feelings, to
not want to deal with anything unpleasant.

<Maybe Scully and I getting together wasn't such a great idea.  It's
affecting their friendship; it's affecting my friendship was Mulder.  Was a
little tumble with her really worth damaging all of our relationships with
one another?  But it was more than just that with Scully.  And I know it
was for her, too.  At least I'm pretty sure it was.>

"The baseball game should be starting in a few minutes."

"I'll go turn it on," Mulder said, putting his dishes in the sink.

Fletcher waited until she heard the sound of the TV before she said
anything to Scully.

"You told him?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Would I be wrong in saying he didn't take the news very well?"

"No."

"And how are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

"That answer might work with Mulder, but it won't work with me, Red."

Scully looked up at Fletcher who was leaning against the counter, her arms
folded across her chest.  Fletcher's blue eyes had turned to gray.

<Why can't I shut her out like everyone else?> she thought.  <Face it,
Dana.  You don't want to.>

"I - I'm a little disappointed and a little surprised at his response."

"Well, it's got to be a shock to him."

"I guess I thought he'd be happy for me, for us."

"No, that'll take some time.  It's not you.  It's me.  My past reputation
unfortunately was very well deserved.  He's worried about you."

"Should he be?" she asked pointedly.

"Having a few doubts, Red?"  Fletcher responded, her voice tense, almost
angry.

"Should I?"

"I know where I stand.  I know how I feel about you.  I thought I made that
clear to you."

"I trust Mulder's judgement..."

"What about your own?"

"I know what I feel."

"And your instincts?  What do they tell you?"

"That I made the right decision."

"Always trust your instincts, Red."  She opened up the cupboard.  "Do you
want a drink?"

"How about a cup of coffee?  I think I've had more than enough today."

"I'll start a pot.  Why don't you ask Mulder if he wants a cup or another
beer?"

"All right."

Mulder was sitting in the dark, watching another football game.  Scully
switched on the light.

"Where's the baseball game?"

"Fletcher and I both messed up.  Both of the playoff games were this
afternoon.  Fortunately, there's another football game."

"Do you want coffee or a another beer?"

"Coffee would be good, thanks."  Scully started to leave the room.  "Hey,
Scully," he called out, his voice lighter, friendlier.

"Yes?"

"Could you grab me a couple of the canoli?" he smiled.

"I think so."  She smiled back.

He turned back to the game, but didn't really see it.  <Who would've
thought it?  Fletcher and Scully!  God, I hope Fletcher has changed.  I
don't want to see Scully get hurt.  Fletcher can be such an ass when it
comes to the way she treats her women.>

"Coffee for both of us," Scully said, returning to the kitchen.

"How's Spooky?"

"Well, he did ask for more canoli."

"Well, that's a positive sign.  Maybe this won't be so bad."

"I hope so."

Fletcher carried in the coffee and a plate with canoli.  She handed Mulder
a large mug and sat down next to him.

"Mulder?"

"Not tonight, Fletcher," he said simply.

"Okay."

She knew her friend.  He didn't want to talk about it now.  But they would,
and soon.



Sunday, 10:30 PM

Scully yawned once, then again, stretching her arms.

"I'm going to bed.  I'm having trouble staying awake."

"I'll be up a little bit," Fletcher said.

<I don't want to jump up and leave Mulder here all by himself.  He deserves
better than that.  I hope Scully understands.>

"See you then."

<I want to kiss her> Scully thought, <but not in front of Mulder.  Not yet.
 It's too soon.  It wouldn't be a very considerate thing to do.>

Instead, she squeezed Fletcher's shoulder as she walked behind the sofa. 
Fletcher reached up and clasped her hand.  She squeezed her hand back,
hoping that it was enough.

"You don't have to stay up with me," Mulder said after Scully had gone
upstairs.

"It's okay, Spooky.  You're my friend."

"And you've got your 'latest' upstairs in your bed.  You don't need to be
sitting down here with me."

"Mulder..."

"Go, will you?" he said.  "Don't keep her waiting."

"Mulder..." she repeated.

"Fletcher, get out of here, okay?  I don't want your company tonight."

"Okay, I get the hint."

"Good."

"I'll set the alarms.  Just make sure the lights are off."

"I know the routine."

"Goodnight, Mulder."

"Goodnight, Fletcher."

<He's not okay with this> Fletcher thought as she walked upstairs.  <He
pretends he is, but he's not.>

Scully was already in bed, under the covers.  She'd left the bathroom light
on for Fletcher.

"Are you still awake, Red?"

"Yes.  Hurry up and get in bed."

"Patience, dear, patience.  All good things come to those who wait."

<I've been waiting far too long> Scully thought.  <I've been waiting my
whole life for someone like you, Fletcher.  I just wish I could be more
certain about 'us'.>

Fletcher disappeared into the bathroom for only a few minutes.  She
returned, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of men's plaid flannel pajama
bottoms.  Scully hid her disappointment when she saw Fletcher wearing
pajamas.

She turned off the light and crawled in beside Scully.  She immediately
scooted over to Scully's side of the bed and snuggled up behind her, her
arms around her waist.  She was surprised and very pleased to find Scully
was sans clothing.

"Oh, Red, what a nice surprise," she said, kissing the back of her neck,
then behind her ear.

"Just for you, Fletcher."

She moved her hands up and covered Scully's breasts.  She slowly massaged
her nipples with the palms of her hands.  She kissed Scully's shoulder.

"That feels really nice, Fletcher."

"I can't help feeling a little guilty."

"About what?"

"Leaving Mulder all by himself.  If you weren't here, I'd be down there
with him.  If I wasn't here -"

"If we weren't together, Mulder would still be watching the game by
himself."

"But he wouldn't have to deal with his partner and one of his best friends
in bed."

"Fletcher, stop worrying about it.  He's a big boy.  Something like this,
well maybe not exactly like this, was bound to happen."

"I don't think so.  Mulder's had me all to himself the last 5 years.  And
he hasn't had to share you with anyone either."

"Fletcher?" Scully said after a short silent moment.

"Yes?"

"Shut up and finish what you started."

"Yes, ma'am."

She pulled away from Scully, but only for the time it took her to shed her
clothes.  She moved back to the same position, her front against Scully's
back.

"Now, where was I?"  She returned her hands to Scully's breasts.  "Ah, yes,
I seem to remember these."

<I love the way she touches me> Scully thought as Fletcher's fingers
fondled her nipples.  <I don't think anyone has touched me the way she has.
 No, that's not true.  I've been touched like this before, but it never
felt like it does when Fletcher touches me.>

She took one of Fletcher's hands and moved it down behind her legs.

"In a bit of a hurry, Red?  I would've got there eventually."

"Your 'eventually' may not be soon enough for me."

"I guess you're right," Fletcher said, feeling how wet Scully had become. 
"My, my, Agent Scully.  You certainly are wet."

"I've been like that most of the day," she admitted.

"And I suppose you'd like me to do something about that?"

"Well, that's the general idea."

"And is there anything in particular you'd like?" she asked, her tongue
encircling Scully's earlobe.

"Whatever you want..."

"Oh, I like the way you think, Red."

She gently rolled Scully onto her stomach.  She laid her body fully on top
of Scully, pressing and rubbing herself against her soft buttocks.

"Spread your legs," she directed Scully.

Scully did as she was told, and thinking about how exposed she was this way
only added to her excitement.  Fletcher's tongue was hot against her skin
as it trailed down her spine.  It aroused her to the point where she almost
didn't feel Fletcher's hand move to her stomach, then down to her clit.

"Oh, Fletcher...I'm ready for you now..."

"I know, I know..." she murmured, her tongue making lazy circles on the
backs of her thighs.

Scully pressed her hips down, feeling Fletcher's fingers glide over her
clit.  She rocked back and forth against Fletcher's fingers.

"What do you need, Red?  Tell me."

"I need you in me..." she gasped.

Fletcher removed her hand and Scully moaned at the loss of contact.  She
took Scully's buttocks in her hands and spread her legs further.  She
lowered her face and stuck the very tip of her tongue inside of her.

"Oh, Fletcher..."

In and out she went.  Scully lifted her hips from the bed, rising to her
knees, her face buried into the pillow.  Fletcher replaced her tongue with
one, then two fingers.  She too was on her knees, and she thrust her hips
against Scully as she drove her fingers deep into her.  With her free hand,
she took Scully's clit between her fingers and stroked her.

"Yes, that's it...come on, Red...almost there..."

Scully came hard, but the pillow muffled her screams.  Her hips sank back
onto the bed, and she gasped for breath.  Fletcher kissed her from top to
bottom and back again, her lips seeming to cover every part of her body.

Scully was finally able to roll over onto her back.  She reached up and
pulled Fletcher down.

"You are so beautiful when you come, Red," she said, caressing her back.

"Each time I think it can't get any better, and you turn around and
surprise me."

"There's plenty more where that came from," she said, kissing her tenderly,
yet passionately.


End Chapter 9