Title: Ghosts
Author: Dandilions
Email:  dandilionslash@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Classification: Story, Romance, Scully Slash
Spoilers: None
Summary:  Mulder and Scully in LA
Comments: This is my first attempt at fan fiction/slash of any kind so
please be patient with me. Feel free to send any comments or feedback to me
at dandilionslash@yahoo.com  :o)

Archive info: Please inform/ask me before archiving anywhere other than the
scullyslash archive.

Disclaimer: Fox, Chris Carter and 1013 own all characters who appear in the
X Files. Any original characters belong to me as they live in my head and I
have just decided to let them take a trip into the big wide world.

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GHOSTS - Chapter Two

Dragon Gate Motel, LA
16.45pm

"So, when exactly are you going to tell me what sort of non-entity we are
chasing and why we are here Mulder?"

Her head had cleared slightly but her feelings of the past few weeks were
still there, firmly embedded in her mind.

"What are you talking about Scully?"

"The ghost Mulder."

"Oh, the ghost. Oh yeah." He smiled at her. "Actually Scully there's no
such thing."

She looked at him incredulously. Had he at last, after all her hours of
arguing, come round to her way of thinking and accepted that science was
right?

"Well, I obviously don't mean there's no such thing as ghosts Scully. We
both know that there are, except you won't admit it. What I mean is there
is no such thing as the ghost I pulled you out here to chase. There is no
case here. I just thought it would be good for you to get away and as
Skinner or myself can't seem to get you to take a break we figured we would
have to do it ourselves. We have permission to stay here for 4 days - do
what we want, see what we want and report back to work on Monday morning
refreshed, revitalised and hopefully in your case sexually satisfied -
although that latter part I added myself, they were not Skinner's words."

"Jesus Mulder. Well you can phone the airport and book me on the next
flight back to Washington. I'm not staying."

"Scully. Come on. Take it for what it is. A freebie with no work involved."

"Mulder, I am quite capable of booking myself a vacation if and when I feel
like I need it. Right now I don't feel like I need it and I don't like you
making my decisions for me. And worse than that you organised and discussed
all of this with Skinner. I really don't believe you sometimes you son of a
bitch."

Mulder looked shocked and upset.

'Serves him right'

"Scully I'm sorry. Actually it wasn't me who approached Skinner, the
opposite actually. He has been worried about you for sometime. He thinks
you are burning out. He says that your heart hasn't been in your work for a
few months now and... Scully, he cares about you. As do I. We've been at
each other's throats for months now. Look, don't leave today. Stay here.
Just until tomorrow. Even if you stay in your room and sleep it doesn't
matter. Just rest. I'll be next door if you decide you want to go out and
grab something to eat."

He stood up and walked to the door. "And Scully..."

She looked at him with a coldness that he hadn't seen before.

"The Dodger's stadium is just over the road. I've got two tickets for the
game on Saturday if you're interested..." He trailed off. He realised that
now was not a good time to try to humour her. He had really misjudged
Scully on this one. He closed the door behind him and left his partner with
her thoughts and her anger.

She laid down on the bed she was sitting on. She just felt so tired and she
knew it wasn't the hangover now - it was pure exhaustion. She did need a
break but she didn't need them to tell her that.

'Damn both of them for trying to arrange my life. Who the fuck do they
think I am anyway? Some plaything that they can send off on wild goose
chases all over the country and then reward with a trip to LA when they
start feeling guilty about the fact that I don't have a life to speak of
anymore? Not a life outside of the Bureau anyway. Phonecalls in the middle
of the night telling me to get to the airport, endless hours sat staking
out apartments of suspected aliens and ghosts and flesh-eating entities.
This was not what I've trained for four years in medical school for.'

Her thoughts raced. Her anger boiled inside her although at the same time
she knew they were right - both of them - but right now that was just
making her temper worse.

She fell asleep, unaware that she was crying. Too angry to be able to think
of anything except the tiredness and her own feeling of worthlessness.

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23.28pm

Scully woke and wondered where she was. The lights were out and the
curtains were still open. She rubbed her eyes and turned over to look at
her watch in the faint light shining through the window from the parking
lot.

"11.30. Christ I've been asleep for nearly 7 hours."

She shivered and realised she was laying in the draught from the ac unit on
the wall. She stood up and took her clothes off, dumping them in the chair
next to the bed. She crawled under the covers and listened to the TV in the
room next to her. She didn't need to take more than one guess at what
Mulder was watching.

'Maybe he's the one that's doing it right though' she thought. 'At least he
doesn't walk around with a permanent feeling of frustration - he just goes
home, sticks in a video and lets his hand do the rest. Pity it doesn't
satisfy me in the same way though - well not lately anyway.'

Scully curled up in the bed and wrapped her arms around the pillow, her
face buried in it. She tightened the muscles in her vagina and felt that
familiar pang of wanting as it travelled from her clitoris up through her
body. God how she wanted someone to feel her, to touch her there, to want
her, to hold her, to love her.

Never in her life had she got in this much of a state before. Sure, there
had been times when she had been so horny that she had had to do something
about it - either by herself or with someone she knew she wouldn't have to
see again. Yes she had used them but they were using her too so it didn't
matter. But this time it was different.

She couldn't even fathom a guess at how many times she had slipped her
fingers inside herself and made herself come in the past couple of weeks.
Or sat herself on the arm of her chair, bracing herself on the table in
front of her as she gently rocked herself backwards and forwards, gradually
getting faster and harder, her legs wrapped around its legs and feeling
herself push involuntarily down until eventually an orgasm hit her.

If anyone else knew they would check her into some clinic for self-abuse
victims. Christ, she had even gone to the restrooms at the bureau and done
it there, behind a locked cubical door of course, but even then, with the
added risk of someone hearing or finding out she couldn't relieve herself
of this feeling. This constant feeling of wanting that she had. Maybe it
was her mid-life crisis coming slightly early. She didn't know. All she
knew right now is that something had to give and it had to be soon. She
knew that she could get dressed and go out right now and find someone who
would give her what they thought she wanted, but unless that person was
going to be there for her - to share things with her, then they wouldn't be
giving her anything at all - they would simply be taking more away from
her.

She fell asleep again. She had no dreams. She would be thankful for that in
the morning. It would be one of the few mornings that she hadn't woken up
and had to finish off what someone else had started in her dreams before
being able to get out of bed and get on with the day.


CONTINUED.....

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