Title: Old Ghosts Author: Susan Alexander Written: 05/26/2000 Category: Scully Slash Excuses: ARGH! I can't stand it any more. All the MSR after the season finale is making me nauseous. Normally, I sit on the fence on the MSR subject. But all this talk of... well I don't want to spoil it for anyone. Spoilers: Nothing major. Through All Things I guess. Disclaimer: Scully, Mulder, Skinner all belong to Fox and 1013. I own Sara if that is possible. She has sorta taken on a life of her own. This story contains female on female sex. If that bothers you don't read it. Feedback: Yes, please. My first story posted to this list. Send it to susan025@hotmail.com Archive: Yes but let me know where. Beta read? Nope. Do I care? Yeah. But not enough to stop writing. Proofread in the dead of night by sleepy eyes. * * * Apartment of Dana Scully 11:00 PM Saturday She was going to kill him. She could see no other option. It was late Saturday evening and the phone was ringing. It was either a family emergency, which she doubted because her family hardly spoke to her anymore even in emergencies, or Mulder. Mulder, her best friend and partner at the FBI. Mulder, whom she would step in front of a bullet for. Mulder, who knew that she was suffering from a raging case of insomnia. Fox Mulder, the man she was going to kill for calling her after she finally fell asleep. "Scully," she answered. She was only slightly rough with the word. Chances were small that it might be her mother, but there was a chance. "Scully? Did I wake you?" Mulder asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact you did," she said. "Oh shit. I am sorry Scully. But it could not wait." "Did aliens land on the White House lawn tonight?" "Uh, no." "Did smoky the bastard confess to everything on video tape?" "No." "Did you shoot yourself while cleaning your gun?" "No." "Then it can wait, Mulder. Goo..." "Scully! Don't hang up. " "What is it Mulder?" She asked in aspiration. "I am in the hospital." Thud. Scully sat up on the floor and grabbed the phone. "What?" "I have the chicken pox." Dana Scully, M.D. knew how dangerous chicken pox could be to an adult. Especially a male adult. But she had to force the laughter back down anyway. If someone was going to catch chicken pox it would be her partner Mulder. "I thought you said you already had them when we went to interview Chad Jensen" "Are you laughing?" He asked in amazement. She smiled and then got serious. "You know me better than that Mulder," she replied. "You are laughing!" He was whining. That was bad. She was suddenly glad she was not a Doctor on duty at that hospital. "I am not laughing Mulder." "Hmpt. Okay. Can you come get me?" He asked. "You can't check out of a hospital on your own?" "The doctor wont let me leave unless I have someone to stay with me." "And why is that?" She was a little irritated at his presumption. She knew that she should probably go to him. She also knew the hospital was the best place for him. "I passed out at the video store." * * * Scully's tennis shoes made soft squeaking noises as she approached the room that Mulder was a guest in. She so rarely wore them that it would take her a few years to wear them down to a non squeaking pair. Mulder was dressed and anxious to leave when she entered the room. He jumped up and nearly knocked over the doctor who was attempting to remove the thermometer from his mouth. "Sit down Mr. Mulder or I will get the restraints out," the doctor said firmly. Scully smirked her best Mulder smirk and approached the bed that he was forced back upon. "Restraints? All ready Mulder? A new record," she said. He gave her a pained look and she widened her smirk. The doctor turned to face Scully and the world stopped. "Hello, Dana," the woman said. "Sara...Uh, is he giving you trouble?" She asked completely flustered. Mulder blinked. Scully flustered? "No worse than most cops. He can go home with you if you stay with him for at least a week." "No way." Scully said. "Scully! Please. I would do it for you," He sounded so desperate that she was going to reconsider. Then he spoke again. "Playing Doctor will be fun Scully." "I don't want to play Mulder. That is why I called Frohike. He will be here after he finishes watching the movie you loaned him." "You can't do this to me Scully." "I am not doing anything to you Mulder. My nephew is coming for a visit Thursday. Although the thought of Bill getting it is amusing at the least, I will not allow you to expose Matthew to the chicken pox." Sara coughed to cover her laugh and both agents looked at her. "Yes, Dana, I remember Bill. Him having the chicken pox is something I would like to witness. But you should probably not purposely expose him to it." "You are right. Bill can be almost as whiny as Mulder. I don't think my mother needs that." "How is Margaret?" Sara asked as she put Mulder back in bed. "She is doing well," Scully said. Sara nodded. "Do I even want to know how you two know each other?" Mulder asked. "Med school," they answered in unison. Scully smiled a little at Sara who chuckled softly. "Some things never change," they said in unison. "Stop it!" They chimed. Scully let out a soft laugh and Sara joined. "I am going off duty in an hour Mr. Mulder. I will not be back to see you. However, I have left strict instructions you will not go home alone. If you are caught out of bed again we will restrain you. Understood?" He nodded meekly and watched her leave. "Scully..." "No, Mulder." "But Scully!" They argued until Frohike showed up. * * * Scully closed her eyes and then opened them again. She could not sleep. All she could think about was Sara Mitchell. In her mind she could see the bright and funny 23 year old girl she had first met. Scully had not mentioned to Mulder that Dr. Mitchell was a little more than a friend from medical school. They had roomed together for a year. A year in which Scully had discovered herself. Sara had taught Dana many things not the least being that making love to a woman could be phenomenal. After seeing Sara again Scully was feeling it all again. After leaving Mulder she had tracked down Sara and invited her to the cafeteria for a drink. It had been awkward and uncomfortable at first. Then they had both slowly relaxed and ended up talking until four a.m. After exchanging phone numbers and parting ways Scully had gone home with every intention of sleeping until her body hurt from not moving. But Scully was having a hard time not thinking about the wild nights of love making that they had shared. Scully was lonely and seeing Sara brought it all to the surface. It had been way too long since her last sexual encounter that had truly meant anything to her. If she was being honest with herself she would say Sara was the only one who ever really mattered. Not that she had slept around. But the others just did not hold the same meaning to her. Scully put Daniel, Jack and Ed out of her mind and concentrated on Sara. She could remember the feeling that she would get when they kissed. How her stomach would do a flip, like she was on a roller coaster. She remembered the feel of Sara's lips on her body. As she thought about Sara's tongue and the way she would run it over her body, her hand moved down the front of her silk pajama bottoms. They were slightly damp from the thoughts she was having. Dana groaned softly as she touched herself through the silk. Her apartment had suddenly become very warm. She felt the warmth creeping through her body. Dana slipped the bottoms of her silk pajamas off and let them slide off her bed. The nerve endings in her body were ablaze. She felt every touch and every movement of her body with and intensity that she had forgotten she could possess. For the past seven years all of her energy had been wrapped up in work. But tonight she was feeling it in her body again. Just seeing Sara again had brought it back. Dana's fingers flew over her clit and without much thought she put her other hand up her silk blouse. She was just going with the feeling. For the first time in a long time she had turned off the part of her mind that had logic and reason and she was feeling. She felt the heat. The world was about to explode. In her mind she saw Sara. She felt her. She remembered. The orgasm hit her hard. Her hand did not stop. In her mind it was Sara's hand. After she had come down from euphoria Dana took her top off. It was way too hot to sleep with clothing on. As she fell asleep she began to dream of a time when she could count on being held by someone who loved her. Someone she loved.