Subject: NF> More Changes (1/1)

The X-Files and characters contained there in belong to
Chris Carter, Fox, 1013 and probably others.  I intend no
copyright infringement on their creation and no profit is
being made.  This is strictly fun.

This story is a continuation of "Frightening Changes." It is
best if you read that one first.  I want to thank Ghill and
Ten for beta reading and Ten for "bugging" me to write it.  
Once I got started I kind of enjoyed it.  My thanks to Nancy
as well.

I am going to rate this a definite R for sexual situations and
some bad language.  This is definitely an MSR so non-
shippers better bail fast.   It takes place immediately after 
"Patient X" and "The Red and the Black" and contains
spoilers for it and for Tooms.

I finished it on July 5, 1998.

I don't care who archives it where as long as my name
stays on it.  I will post it to Gossamer myself however.

Summary: Mulder and Scully end up at a lovely hotel by a
lake with their relationship in shambles...temporarily.


"More Changes"

      by


Macspooky@erols.com


Mulder's Narrative


Waking up at the crack of dawn in an uncomfortable motel
room bed did not particularly surprise me.  I was used to
it.  What did astonish me was that there was someone in the
bed with me, someone female, and I had absolutely no
memory of being with a woman the night before.  My mouth
felt fuzzy, but not nearly as fuzzy as my brain.  I normally
woke up after a night of sex relaxed and clear headed, but
my body didn't have that comfortable fulfilled feeling any
more than my brain was functioning with increased
clarity.  In fact, I felt rather like I had a hangover.  My
head hurt.


Then the events of the night before came back, sort of.  At
least some of them did. I mean I gradually remembered
going on a wild goose chase with my partner and ending up
being picked up by MPs along the road side...again.  I think
perhaps I was supposed to have seen an alien but I couldn't
remember and I didn't really believe in them anymore
anyway.  I did recall Scully taking over driving when I
nearly crashed the car, but I didn't remember a damned
thing about a woman.  Well, there was Marita of course,
but she wasn't the one I was waking up with this time. 
Marita was missing and I had the distinct impression that
there weren't going to be any more hot nights with the cool
looking blond.  


Slowly I turned over.  Scully....I was in bed with Scully.  It
came back to me then that she had shocked the hell out of
me the night before by climbing into the motel room's only
bed with me, fully dressed, using the big "F" word and
falling promptly to sleep.  I just laid there and looked at
her as the light levels in the room increased with the
rising sun.  She was lovely in sleep.  Hell, Dana was
beautiful all the time, but when she slept she was even
more so.  Maybe that was because asleep she wore no
makeup and her always perfect hair was mussed.  Her face
relaxed from its inscrutability and she looked so young
again, just like she had the first time I saw her before life
as my partner had taken its toll.  In the dim light I realized
that the blouse she had fallen asleep in had opened
revealing a pale yellow lacy bra and an awful lot of breast
including a nipple that looked very inviting to me at that
moment.  Scully had lovely skin, clear and pale with a
smattering of freckles.  There was nothing wrong with her
breasts either, at least not as far as I could tell.  I felt
myself having stirrings I knew we would both be better off
without.  


I allowed myself to fantasize for a moment what it might be
like to wake her with a kiss, and do all sorts of interesting
things with that nipple.  I valued my life however...well
sort of anyway....and I opted for trying to cover her
discreetly before getting out of bed and taking a cold
shower.  When I moved the blanket over her however, she
grabbed my hand in her sleep and it landed right over the
breast I was trying to avoid.  She turned on her side and
moaned my name softly in her sleep as she pulled me along
with her.  Oh jeez.  If I weren't a gentleman...sometimes
anyway...I probably would have climbed on top of her then
and there but I pulled away and tried to make my escape. 
She woke with a start however, before I could get very far.


"Mulder," she said sitting up.


"Um..." I replied quickly.  "Um...sorry I woke you.  I
just....um...have to use the facilities."


Yeah, that explained it alright, the fact that I had such a
hard on I could hardly walk.  She saw it too.  Her eyes
landed right in the appropriate spot with no delays along
the way.  She may have been a lady but she knew her
anatomy.....thoroughly.


"Oh," she said and I swear she sounded disappointed as I
made my escape.  I hoped that the water in the shower was
really really cold.

***********************************

Scully's Thoughts

I was having the nicest darn dream and I didn't want to
wake up.  In the dream I was in bed with Mulder.  I suppose
a part of me in my sleep state remembered that I was
actually in bed with Mulder.  I had fallen asleep next to him
in a cheap motel room bed the night before after fleeing
more MPs and another wild alien chase with my partner. In
the dream, however, he was not sleeping next to me.  He
was admiring me and his hand started to do all kinds of nice
things to my breast.  In my dream, he was working his way
up to the ultimate act, with me, not Marita and I could even
forget that I had heard him call her name in the middle of
the night. I hadn't had sex in so long I'd almost forgotten
what it was like, but even in my sleep I could feel the heat
rising in my body at Mulder's touch.


Then suddenly I felt a hand jerk away from me as though I
was painful to touch.  Startled I sat up and the bastard was
apologizing for waking me and telling me he had to go to the
bathroom.  Yeah, well maybe, although I suspected by the
look of his anatomy that it wasn't only his bladder that was
full.  It pissed me off that he didn't really want to touch
me, that he probably hadn't been touching me at all.  Then
suddenly I was alone in bed again and he was gone.  The
shower started to run.  As I lay there I remembered Marita
and started to get even more angry. I tried to go back to
sleep but couldn't.  My aching needy body wouldn't let me.


"Save some cold water for me, creep," I shouted into the
bathroom, but I knew damn well enough he didn't hear me.


**********************************


Mulder Once Again


I learned very early on that Scully isn't much good before
her morning caffeine fix.  In fact, she can be exceedingly
cranky.  By the time we had finished our first case together
I had taken the hint not to talk to her until she had her first
cup of coffee.  That way I didn't get snapped at.  I will say
that she did make every effort to remain silent until she
had drank her coffee as a rule.  The morning we woke up in
that sleazy motel room though she was definitely in rare
form and not particularly in the mood for silence before
java.


I came out of the shower refreshed...still horny as hell but
refreshed.  I woke up a lot faster than she did...a lot, and I
don't need coffee to get my adrenaline flowing.  I'm a lousy
sleeper and hyper anyway.  


"I'll get us some coffee," I volunteered sweetly in spite of
the fact that my head still hurt a little, "while you take
your shower." Normally she would have just nodded.


"Are you implying that I smell or something?" she
snapped.  "Okay, sure, fine, whatever. I hope you saved me
some soap."


I told myself to let it go.  She was just being cranky like
she usually is in the morning.  The way she was glaring at
me annoyed me though.


"You got a problem, Scully?" I asked, not able to resist. 
Okay, Mulder, be a fool.  Be a martyr.  What the hell.


"I don't think so, Mulder," she said.  "I'd say you had a
problem when you woke up.  Too bad Marita wasn't around
to solve it."


"Marita? What the hell does Marita have to do with
anything?" I asked.


"Go to hell," she advised me none too pleasantly and banged
her way into the bathroom.  I decided I better go and get
that coffee quickly. I said a prayer that it would be strong.


It was definitely not coffee that she wanted. She told me so
in no uncertain terms when I got back.  She told me what I
could do with the coffee, or rather where I could put it and
believe me it wasn't a place where the sun shed its happy
light.


"Hokay," I acknowledged, mentally counting to ten, "so
you didn't want coffee.  Just what the hell is it that you do
want?" I inquired.


"I go chasing all over kingdom come with you, Mulder,
which is something I haven't done in a hell of a long time,
coming I mean."


"As I recall that is in your job description. Chasing after
me that is," I replied sarcastically.  Definitely the wrong
thing to say.


"Well, maybe but I still do it for you," she screeched. 
"And what do I get from you in return?"


"I thought you liked your job," I ventured logically. 
Another mistake.  I was not supposed to be the logical half
of this partnership.


"Nothing but aggravation."


"Okay, so we both know I am aggravating," I replied
conceding the one truth which was here and not out there.


"Well I'm sick of it.  Okay.  I'm sick of chasing around
after you and saving your ass and taking care of you......"


Well, I had about reached my limit.  I was a man after all. 
I can't stand it when women screech at me and one of the
things I had always loved about Scully was that she had
never been a screecher.  Suddenly she had turned into a
shrew, worse even than she had been in Chaney and she had
been pretty crabby there.  I didn't want this to turn into a
habit so I figured I'd better be the macho man and put her
in her place.


"What the hell is your problem this morning, Scully?" I
shouted.  "Are you on the rag or something?"


It was then that the coffee came flying in my direction.
Fortunately, she aims better with a gun than a styrofoam
cup.  Well, it was my own damned fault I suppose.


"You sorry son of a bitch," she screamed sounding an
awful lot like her older brother Bill.  "You know that I'm
not on the rag.  I'm never on the rag.  I can't be on the rag. 
You can f**K any of those women....your Dr. Bambi, or
your Detective White, or that big busted clerk in
accounting or Marita...yeah...Marita, three weeks out of
every goddam month, but if any man wants to f**k me he
can do it all damn month and never have to worry about me
being on the rag.  And whatever it was that started with the
abduction, the cancer therapy sure finished the job. You'd
think that would make me popular instead of celibate for
all these years wouldn't you?  Four weeks a month and no
risk of getting hit up for child support." She turned away
from me.


I'm such a brilliant psychologist that I informed her in no
uncertain terms and loudly enough for the world to hear
that it was none of her goddam business who I f**ked and
when.


"Or how loudly," she replied but there was something
different in her voice.  She wasn't screaming anymore.  I
was still being brilliant.  There was a point to be missed
here and I sure was misfiring.  I was shooting right off the
freaking range.


"Okay, I like women who scream," I snapped. 
 

"Yeah....you aren't exactly quiet yourself and all those
women could give you children.  You and Marita would have
beautiful children together."


And then it hit me all at once and my knees nearly buckled. 
She knew.  She'd heard that time we had been working a
case and Marita had suddenly appeared at my motel room
with information.  It had been late.  By rights Scully should
have been asleep.  By rights she should not have been able
to hear through the wall but she apparently had.  


God, I'd used Marita before, led her on, made her think I
might be interested, but I never planned on going through
with it.  That night she had come on so strongly though and I
had been laying there for hours tortured by desire for my
partner.  It had just gotten out of hand and I was not proud
of it.  That had been months ago.  Dana'd never said
anything before.  Of course, she wouldn't, but it had
bothered her.  She'd been dying of cancer then and still
following me, and while she slept alone and afraid of dying
I'd been busy with my informant in the next room.  She
couldn't know that I had been thinking about her the whole
time.  I had been desperate that night, desperate for release
just as I had been when Scully was gone and I had slept with
Kristen.  Maybe Billy Boy was right.  No, there is no
maybe about it.  I am a sorry son of a bitch. 


And, yeah, Marita was a normal woman as far as I knew. 
Scully apparently felt she herself no longer was, and
Oxford educated Spooky Mulder known for his intelligence
and insight in dealing with the criminal mind had told his
sterile partner she sounded like she was on the rag.


"Scully," I said softly after a pause that was way too long.


"Go away, Mulder.  Go away and leave me alone," she said
turning around and looking at me.  Her face had that
inscrutable look once again.  She was in control.  "I've
never been so embarrassed in my life.  I wasn't even this
embarrassed over picking up Ed Jerse. You are absolutely
right.  Who you sleep with is none of my business. I do
sound like I'm on the rag.  The trouble is Mulder, I only
wish I were.  Then again I've always wished I were tall and
blond too.  Ain't gonna happen no matter what I do." 


With that she picked up her things and walked out the door
climbing into the passenger's side of the rental car silently
waiting for me to follow.


***********************************


Scully's Thoughts


I don't know what came over me that morning.  I guess it
was just everything catching up.  I'd been so scared lately. 
I'd felt so alone.  Once again I followed Mulder and once
again I'd spent a horrible time not knowing what had
happened to him and then trying to talk the Military Police
into letting us go when he had finally been picked up beside
that truck on the road.  Once again I had cared for him and
tried to protect him.  When I woke up from my wonderful
dream, I remembered him calling Marita's name in the
middle of the night, and I permitted myself to grow angry
and jealous.  I just lost control.  Even Ice Queens start to
melt sometimes I guess.


He was right.  I did sound like I was on the rag.  The trouble
is that that remark hurt so badly I wanted to die.  I know he
wasn't even thinking when he said it.  I had annoyed him. 
He had tried to be considerate and had brought me coffee and
I had turned into a raving bitch. 


 I was never really pleasant before my first caffeine fix
and we both knew it. It fell into the category of one of those
things that we just accepted about one another.  He didn't
talk to me that early and I remained silent until apres cafe,
but I was a real A-1 bitch that morning.  Mulder was
probably in many ways the most unsexist man I knew, but
he was still a guy, and I had pushed his envelope and he
blew his top and let me have it with both barrels.  Those
barrels had been lethal too.  I felt like I was dying inside. 
It took me a moment to regain my composure.  What else
could I do?  I couldn't exactly admit to him that I was acting
the way I had because I was so damned horny after no sex
for five years that I could scream and I'd wanted and loved
him for so long that sometimes I felt like I couldn't think
straight.   I know I was being a real jerk.  I did the only
thing I could think of. I apologized after a fashion, or
perhaps I just tried to explain myself and failed. With no
dignity left, I got my things and went to the car.


Mulder's Turn


I checked us out of the motel.  I should have said something
to her when I got in the car but I disliked myself so
intensely at that moment I couldn't think of a damned thing
to say.  I really tried not to be sexist especially around
Scully, and my remark had been totally uncalled for,
particularly around her.  I was so angry with myself that I
got us lost.  She was so upset she didn't notice.


It had started to snow suddenly and rather hard, and I was
starting to realize that I was low on gas when I saw the
hotel. It was a beautiful old Victorian building with an
immaculate lawn.  My intention was to pull in and ask for
directions to the nearest gas station, but she got out of the
car with me and we went into the lobby.


"Mulder," she said quietly, "I'm hungry.  I'll buy you
breakfast."


I knew it was her attempt at a peace offering, an offering I
should be making.


God, it was still early enough for breakfast. I wanted to say
no because I knew that meant that she wanted to talk and I
was really scared of that.  Still, if I wanted a partner, I
suspected we had better begin communicating a hell of a lot
better than we had previously or it was all going to come
crashing down around me.  My stomach chose that moment
to growl rather loudly and I couldn't even make the excuse
that I was not hungry.


The dining room was nearly empty and the waiter sat us at
a table in a corner.  Perhaps he thought we were lovers or
newlyweds. Didn't I just wish.  The table was small,
designed for intimacy. The large clear glass window
overlooked a lake.  The establishment was elegant, like her. 
It suited her somehow.


The waiter brought coffee and orange juice.  She ordered
toast.  I probably should have minded my own business, but
I belayed that and ordered her a real breakfast, something I
knew she would like.  To my surprise after a single dirty
look, she didn't argue.  I suspected she wouldn't eat it
anyway, but I felt I had to try. Besides, it came with toast
for her to play with.


We said each others names at the same time.


"No," I said.  "Me first.  I'm sorry, Scully.  What I said to
you was unconscionable under the best of circumstances.  It
was mean and it was sexist.  Under our circumstances, it
was unforgivable."


"It isn't our circumstances, Mulder.  It's my
circumstances," she said quietly.  "I have to learn to deal
with it and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.  You were
absolutely right.  It is none of my business who you sleep
with.  I am sorry I acted like a martyr and a shrew."


"Accepted," he replied, "but it is our circumstances
Scully.  I bear responsibility for what happened to you."


"No you don't.  I am a grownup.  I made my decision about
what I wanted to do years ago.  It didn't include sterility,
but that's the breaks I guess.  It isn't your fault, Mulder."


She lapsed into silence for such a long time I began to
worry.  She barely nodded when the waiter placed
breakfast before us.


"Will you do something for me, Mulder?" she asked softly
as though she had come to a decision.


"Anything?  What?"


"When we are together...on cases...you know...please
don't...have women." She blushed.  "I know it isn't my
business, Mulder, but it bothers me, you know.  I know it
shouldn't but I......"


I reached across the table and took her hand.  "You what
Scully?" I asked her not being sure I wanted to hear.


"I love you, you know.  The way a woman loves a man.  I
didn't mean to.  It just kind of happened.  Unrequited love
can hurt."


I blinked.  She had just said that she loved me.  My
beautiful Dana had just bared her heart to me making
herself totally vulnerable and after I had treated her like
dirt.  I swallowed unable to talk.


"I kind of used to think that maybe one day there could be
something between us.  I used to think that we would find
your sister one day, and then you would be happy and
maybe we could....I could give you children.  I even tried to
tell you one night in the car, but you made it clear that you
didn't want to let me get any closer.  It was a stupid fantasy
wasn't it?" she smiled but there was bitterness in her
voice.


"Tooms," I heard myself whisper.  God, I couldn't talk. 
"No," I managed to choke finally.  "No it wasn't...isn't
stupid.  It's beautiful.  You are beautiful, and that night,
that night....." I couldn't go on.


"So is it a promise?  No women in your motel room?"


My voice failed me.  I couldn't answer her. A look of pain
crossed her face.  Dana removed her hand from mine. She
nodded with resignation.  Just as I knew she would, she
picked up the toast and nibbled.  It was her way, one of
those little habits I just knew about her.  When she was
upset she picked at her food.  Lately she'd been losing an
awful lot of weight again, just about everything she'd
gained since recovering from her cancer.


"I wanted to kill Ed Jerse," I said finally getting my voice
back.  "I wanted to kill him because he hurt you.  I wanted
to put my hands around his neck and throttle him because I
thought he'd touched you." I had the feeling that I was
blowing this badly.  Now wasn't the time to whine about Ed
Jerse.


She put the toast down and looked at me.


"Damn it, Scully, you aren't a cheap f**k, okay?" I said
angrily and a little too loudly.  "You aren't a whore. You're
the kind of woman a man respects and is faithful to, the
kind of woman a man like me loves forever.  I could never
screw you in a cheap motel room like I did Marita.  That
meant nothing to me.  It was a physical release.  If she
hadn't thrown herself at me that night I never would have
done it.  I wanted it to be you.  You mean everything to me. 
I love you too much though, and when we make love I want
it to be the right time and in the right place.


The smile she gave me lit up my dismal life.  Finally I had
said and done something right.  I sat there in astonishment
as she proceeded to devour her breakfast.  I actually even
ate mine.  I didn't know if we'd really solved anything, but
she seemed happy and that was a good thing.


**********************************


Scully's Thoughts


When Mulder told me that he loved me, the world lifted off
my shoulders.  I wasn't happy about those other women,
but somehow suddenly they didn't seem as important.  It
was me he really loved and that mattered.  It was enough
for the moment and I discovered I was hungry.


As it turned out, it was enough for a very small moment. 
For once fate was kind to me, to us.  We finished breakfast
and were about to return to the car when the power in the
hotel went out.  Looking out the window, we realized that
the snow storm had turned into a blizzard.  The roads would
be very bad.


"I don't think we ought to try to drive in this," he said. 
His words were music to my ears.  


"I'll get us rooms.  You get the bags," I said trying to hide
a predatory and very female grin.

********************************

Mulder's Narrative


She thought she'd hidden that predatory grin from me, but
she hadn't.  If I was going to make it through this blizzard
keeping our partnership intact, I knew I was going to have
to exercise a great deal of self control.  Wasn't it just my
luck that there was only one room left in the hotel, and that
it was beautiful and romantic, and that in spite of the
power being out the working fireplace left the room warm
and cozy.


We settled in by the fire.  At first she tried to read some
files, but after a few minutes she picked up a magazine, one
of those home and garden things I think.  I tried to work but
the candlelight even with the fireplace was inadequate and I
couldn't concentrate either.  That four poster bed was
looking mighty lovely, almost as lovely as the woman I
wanted to have in it.  I had told her that when I made love to
her it would have to be the right place and the right time. 
Was it possible that fate had decreed that this was it?  She
must have felt me looking at her because she glanced up at
me and smiled, and before I knew it I was in front of her
taking the magazine from her hand and removing her
reading glasses.  She was light in my arms as I carried her
to that four poster and set her down.


I started to remove her clothes.  She laughed suddenly and
it was like music to my ears.  "What?" I asked her but she
merely continued to look up.  I finally glanced in that
direction and realized that there was a mirror on the
ceiling of that antique bed.  It had probably come from a
whorehouse somewhere.


"It's karma, Scully," I whispered sliding a pair of teal
blue silk panties down her thighs.  "Somehow I had to get
you in a whore's bed even if the motel ain't cheap."


"Does that make me high priced?" she replied.


 Sometimes laughter is the best way to start things off.  It
kept the time it took me to get naked from becoming an
eternity.  


I was right about Dana.  She was no cheap f**k.  She was
warm and wonderful and sweet, a little shy in the
beginning, but that faded quickly because we knew each
other so well and because she trusted me.  I knew she had
had at least one lover before, Jack Willis, and before I
knew it I was having the same thoughts as Lord Peter
Wimsey in "Busman's Honeymoon" on his wedding night
with Harriet Vane, a marriage five years in the making,
that her lover had been a clumsy boor and a fool.  My
thoughts weren't on Dorothy Sayers novels for very long
though.  In fact, I wished briefly that, like Lord Peter and
Harriet, we were married, but then Dana reached out and
touched me and it was suddenly as though I had never been
touched by a woman before.


As we watched ourselves love each other, I knew I had
chosen the right time and place to begin what I hoped would
continue for the rest of our lives. 

Scully's Turn


It was a beautiful room, deep wood floors, a double oak
canopy bed with lots of white chintz.  There was no power
of course, but someone had lit a fire and the room was
warm and cozy.  Fate had once again been kind. The small
hotel was fully booked but they had had a single
cancellation.  Mulder and I would have to share a lone room
and bath.   Yes.  There truly was a God, although what I
hoped we would be doing was something that the Church I
had grown up in would definitely frown upon.


Mulder didn't care about decor or antiques.  He did care
about me though.  He made that abundantly clear about an
hour later in that beautiful antique bed.  I was sitting by
the fire when he suddenly picked me up and carried me to it
and slowly began removing my clothes.  I suddenly
understood something that I hadn't really before in the
dining room.  It was a thing my father had tried to explain
to me once too about the difference between real love and
sex and I thought he was being old fashioned.  Jack Willis
had f**ked me and it had never really felt right to me no
matter what I had tried to tell myself.  He had never
respected me as a person because I had allowed it to happen
so quickly between us that there was no real feeling except
the physical. It had been good, or I had told myself at the
time that it was, but not truly fulfilling in the deepest
sense of the word. It had left me vaguely unhappy and
nervous, perhaps even guilty.  I didn't go into all of this
with Mulder of course.  He had no religious scruples and I
doubt he would have understood the concept of Catholic
guilt.  It was interesting though that he instinctively felt
the same way my father had.


By this time, I had opened my eyes and discovered that
there was an old, somewhat marred mirror in the ceiling
of the antique bed.  My partner and I were too busy
laughing to talk except for a brief comment he made about
old fashioned whorehouses and an expensive motel. I think I
asked him if that made me a high priced whore.  I was
thrilled about it though.  I would get to watch him love me. 
If that makes me a slut or something, well so be it.  I'd
been grumbling to him earlier about following him to
kingdom come.  Well this time I really did, come that is.   


Fox Mulder loved me beneath that mirror and it was
wonderful in every way.  He didn't have to promise me that
there would be no more women in the motel rooms.  I knew
there wouldn't...well no, that wasn't entirely true.  There
would be one....me.  We had left each other so deeply
satisfied, the encounter had been so earth shattering that I
knew it was forever.  As I drifted off to sleep in his arms,
my naked body pressed against his, I wondered how I ever
could have doubted his love. I fantasized for a moment that
one day he would find his sister and be happy and that
perhaps we could adopt some children and do all those
things that normal people take for granted.  I doubted it
would happen, but it was a nice thought, and it didn't really
matter anyway.  In truth, he was happy now.  I was happy. 
We had each other.  That was all that was important.

The End

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