This was written by Julianne Lee (Leeja@delphi.com) who doesn't know how  
to upload a file.  She gave me permission to send it as long as her name  
is used as author.  You can email her to confirm if you wish.  She has  
written an article published in her local newspaper (non-fiction) and is  
working on another X-File article using interviews with Gillian Anderson  
and Chris Carter. 
Warning--rate for adult only!!!  Also, this is a cross-over, but  
using the other title would spoil the end. 
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Mulder Unbuttoned by Julianne Lee (Leeja@delphi.com) 
 
        It was a star-spangled Washington night. Dead of 
night, in fact. Dani wasn't sleeping, unlike the others 
sacked out on benches and under bushes. She was the only 
thing moving. Even the streets were dead at this small 
hour. 
        No telling what kept her awake. Something buried deep 
in her brain simply wouldn't let her fall unconcsious. So 
she walked. A dangerous habit in the wilds of DC, but 
there was nothing else for it. So, what, if someone shot 
her? Adrift in the world, she would go unmourned. No big 
deal. 
        Ahead stood the Lincoln Memorial. White steps just 
like everywhere else. So much white here; as if the 
designers would deny the filth of this town. 
        On those steps huddled yet another cold figure, but 
this one sat in the center rather than leaned against the 
stone sides. Here was someone not even trying to sleep. A 
young man, thirtyish or so, the collar of his overcoat 
flapping against his cheek in the gusting breeze. As she 
approached, Dani could see his eyes dart here and there in 
 search. Of what? Dawn was three hours away; what could 
anyone expect to see in the middle of the night? 
        She approached quietly. He had to know she was there, 
but he didn't glance her direction. Her steps slowed as 
she neared, but his gaze was still in the distance. 
        Who was he? His overcoat was fine wool. Gray. His hair 
was government regulation; common around here. Darkish but 
not too, it fell over his forehead and danced there in the 
breeze. Light from the pole nearby glittered in his eyes 
as he searched for God-knew-what. 
        Dani stopped walking. The man's eyes shut. Her natural 
curiosity struggled with the realization he was waiting 
for her to move on. He wanted to be alone. 
        But curiosity won. She went to him, her sneakers 
silent on the concrete. Figuring she was undetected, she 
waited for him to open his eyes. 
        He sighed. "Can I help you?" The voice was soft. 
Precise. By the intonation Dani could tell he was FBI in 
spite of the sneakers and jeans. But when he opened his 
eyes she saw he had the face of a wounded puppydog. There 
was trouble in him. Fool that she was, trouble attracted 
Dani and her heart came alive as her body responded to 
him. It was all she could do to keep from letting go a 
sigh. 
        "I said, can I help you?" The second time his voice 
held no more tension than the first. Dani admired 
patience; there was so little of it in her. 
        "Kinda late isn't it?" 
        "Or early. Depends on your perspective, I guess." Was 
there a smile in the corner of his mouth? It was hard to 
tell. The pain in his eyes was so deep... 
        "You've been stood up, haven't you?" She always knew 
these things. 
        Bald surprise made his jaw drop. Then he recovered and 
said, "Not yet." 
        "Yes, yet. You've been here in the cold for a long 
time. She was supposed to meet you here about an hour ago, 
I'd say." 
        "Not a she." 
        Dani's heart fell. "Oh." 
        A quick stammer loosened the man from his huddle. "Not 
like that. I mean, I was waiting for a colleague. I'm 
afraid something happened to him. I had some questions..." 
        "I see." Things brightened. Especially now that he was 
talking to her instead of past her. "What questions?" 
        This time he really did smile. Kind of lopsided. "You 
can ask that in this town?" 
        "I ask all sorts of things. Not much gets past me." 
        His reaction was a simple "Huh." Then he gathered his 
coat around him and stood. "I guess it's time to head 
home. Which way are you going? I'll walk you; it's not 
safe out here." 
        "I'm just wandering. Can't sleep. I live about a mile 
that way." She pointed with her chin. 
        There was a moment's hesitation, which told her his 
place was the opposite direction, but he said, "Me, too." 
He took a couple of steps, then paused to let her catch 
up. 
        As they walked, she learned he was, indeed, an agent 
for the FBI. But he sounded doubtful of his role in it. As 
if he were becoming alienated. She could sense the 
struggle in him to reconcile his identity as an agent with 
his perceptions of the world around him. Like a priest who 
wasn't sure there was a God. The man never said any of 
this, but with Dani he didn't have to. Hers was a talent 
useful among bureaucrats; the only drawback being the 
frequent sleepless nights. 
        "My name is Dani, by the way." 
        He let go a quick, embarrassed smile. "Fox Mulder." He 
held out a hand and she took it. His palm was soft but 
dry. And warm. 
        "Fox, huh? Well named, I'd say." Her own smile was 
bright and shameless. And she relished the redness of his 
face as he glanced at the ground. His grin showed white 
but slightly crooked teeth. 
        "Well some wouldn't agree with you. They call me 
'Spooky' 'cause I chase UFO's." A dry fatalism crept into 
his voice. He felt he had to humor those who didn't 
believe. Dani smiled; he was incredibly easy to read. 
        "Was that what you were doing out here in the middle 
of the night?" 
        He shook his head and left it at that. 
        She said, "I'm out here because someone was shouting 
in my brain. I'm sensitive to others' thoughts, and 
someone..." she peered at him, "...SOMEONE was keeping me 
awake." 
        He peered back at her. "Someone? You don't mean me, do 
you?" Again the dry fatalism. But the humor was real this 
time. 
        "More than likely. You don't seem too surprised by 
that." 
        "I'm not." A plain statement. As if there could be no 
reason for him to doubt her. This was a pleasant change 
from the usual scepticism. She was beginning to like him a 
lot. 
        Her apartment building was just ahead. On a whim she 
slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. He looked 
down at it and his lip curled into a tentative smile. He 
kept hidden his rising pulse, but she could almost hear 
the blood surge. Her own body tingled with his energy. 
This was going somewhere; she could feel it. 
        "This is it." Dani paused before the building but 
didn't let go of Mulder's arm. 
        He looked up at the one lit window. "Let me guess; 
you're on the fourth floor." 
        "You didn't have to be a special agent to figure that 
out." 
        "No, I suppose not." He gazed down at her, his smile 
gentle. "Can you tell me what I'm thinking now if I'm so 
loud I kept you awake?" 
        She took a glance down. "I can look at your jeans and 
tell what you're thinking now. Come upstairs, Fox Mulder. 
I have coffee or wine, whichever you prefer." She tugged 
on his elbow. 
        Mulder stepped toward her and leaned down for a kiss. 
A test. He wanted to know if she were serious or just 
jerking him around. 
        The lips were much softer than the rest of him. Her 
reponse was to open her mouth to him and press her hand to 
his neck. His breath warmed her cheek. She slipped a hand 
into his overcoat where it was even warmer. The heart in 
his chest pounded like a jackhammer. This boy hadn't been 
laid in a loooong time. 
        "Come with me," she said. 
        "Good choice of words." Again with the dry humor. He 
followed her upstairs. 
        Inside her apartment, she went to the kitchen. "Relax. 
Take off your gun and stay awhile." 
        "I left my holster at home," he called. His overcoat 
went over the chair nearest the door. 
        "But your gun is in the back of your pants. Remove it 
please." 
        He came to the divider between the kitchen and the 
living room as she rummaged through her cabinets for 
coffee. "Is that an order?" It made him nervous. Probably 
that she knew where his gun was. 
        "I hope it will become necessary whether I ask it or 
not." She threw him her sweetest smile and held up a 
package of hazelnut flavored coffee. 
        He nodded and his smile showed his teeth again. With a 
wry grimace he reached behind into his jeans for the gun 
which he laid on the counter before him. The ugly, gray 
revolver clunked onto the formica with that peculiar 
threat of deadly force all guns posess even when unloaded. 
This weapon was filled with bullets. It had killed people 
in the past. Dani shuddered. 
        The motions of making coffee done, she stopped before 
actually flipping the switch on the machine. There would 
be no coffee tonight, for it was time to move on to the 
real reason Mulder was there. 
        She went around the counter to kiss him. His hands 
went to the sides of her head and held her there as if he 
were drinking from her. His pleasure warmed her. So sad 
for normal people who only felt their own pleasure. 
        He leaned back to gaze into her eyes. "They're so 
dark," he said. "I've never seen anyone with eyes so 
dark." 
        A giggle escaped her. "Yours are so...hazel. I think." 
        He smiled and kissed her again. 
        She guided him to the sofa, big, soft and wide; the 
most comfortable piece of furniture she owned. She lay 
back on it, holding his neck so that he eased down with 
her. One leg on the cushion, she drew him down until he 
lay between her legs. His eyelids drooped, and he couldn't 
help pressing the rock in his pants to her. A sigh rumbled 
from so deep inside him it might have come from those 
loins. 
        "Untie my shoes," she said. 
        There was a hesitation. He wanted to bang her through 
the clothing. But both knew some unbuttoning was 
necessary, so he turned to pull at her laces. 
        Shoes and socks off both of them, Mulder pulled his 
faded blue T-shirt over his head. He had a nice body: 
well-muscled but not too. Strong enough to hold onto, but 
not too bulky for her to make an impression on him. She 
liked give and take. Equal partnerships made the best sex. 
        He helped her slip her jeans off, then her panties. A 
tiny kiss to the inside of her thigh made her back arch. 
Another brush of his lips closer in made her sigh and look 
down at him. Lips still against her skin, his eyes were on 
hers. She smiled, and he turned his head to touch his 
tongue to her labia. It tingled. Then his eyes shut as he 
put his mouth full on her. His tongue searched her and 
learned every corner of her. 
        Her fingers played in his hair as his tongue brought 
her closer and closer to delirium. Her knees splayed and 
her back arched. Just as she voiced her pleasure, he moved 
his mouth away and up her torso. He unbuttoned her blouse 
to taste a nipple. Then her neck. He kissed her mouth, and 
she tasted herself on him. She didn't like it at first, 
but it excited him and she felt the charge go through her 
as if it were hers. 
        His jeans pressed hard against her, almost to the 
point of pain. Gasps came from him. He reached down with 
one hand to unbutton himself, and with that same hand 
shoved his pants down just far enough to free his penis. 
In an instant he shoved it into her. 
        His surprising size and energy made her cry out. The 
pleasure he felt made the room spin for her. He moaned 
into her neck. Ecstasy was like a feedback circuit through 
the both of them, each cycle bringing them closer to each 
other and to infinity. 
        The world exploded in stars. A universe of stars that 
spun out forever. Mulder shuddered in her arms, and she 
felt his orgasm as well. He continued to move, slowly, 
until he wound down to a stop, gasping and covered with 
sweat. 
        They rolled and he lay beside her on the sofa. As an 
afterthought he kicked off his jeans, then kissed her 
forehead and laid his head on his arm. One hand arranged 
the hair over her eyes. Light kisses lit on her face and 
shoulder. He clung. 
        Relaxed, he seemed at peace. His mind drifted off, the 
mysterious pain more bearable now. Finally she could 
sleep. 
        Only a couple of hours later, she awoke again to the 
smell of hazelnut coffee. Rising sun was just making the 
sky distinguishable from the earth outside. The living 
room lamp was off now, but she could see a blue outline of 
Mulder on the chair across the room. He stared out the 
window at the fading stars. A coffee mug sat on the lamp 
table by his hand. She went to him and sat before him on 
the floor. 
        Still staring at the stars, he pushed his fingers 
through her hair and stroked her eyebrow with his thumb. 
"Let me ask you something totally off the wall. Do you 
think there could be life on other planets?" 
        "Yes." Then she caught herself. "There could be." 
        "Do you think they come here?" 
        "Could be." His naked body was beautiful in the 
starlight. She kissed his knee. 
        He was silent for a long time. Staring. Off in some 
other world Dani could only guess at. There were so many. 
        Then he took her face between his hands and leaned 
down to kiss her. Long and soft. Grateful. He was grateful 
to her. "I gotta go." 
        "I know." She stood to let him up so he could gather 
his clothes. It was a pleasure to watch him dress. "Don't 
forget your gun." 
        He threw her a wry smile and slipped the pistol into 
the back of his pants before donning the overcoat. Then he 
came to her for a quick kiss that turned into a long 
goodbye. His face didn't seem so wounded any more when he 
glanced back at her on his way out. 
        Dani pulled on her panties and started to clean up 
some. But her heart fell at the high, musical sound of a 
transporter beam behind her. She turned toward the window 
to see the red uniform of a 24th century Starfleet 
Commander. 
        "Riker, go away." 
        "You're coming back with me, Danyara. And put some 
clothes on, for crying out loud." He reached for her jeans 
and started to toss them to her, but paused to examine the 
studs and button fly first. Then he tossed them. 
        She caught them. "I'm staying right here, you horse. I 
have every right." This guy was hard to read. Too much 
experience with Betazoids, she supposed. 
        "Computer, lights." When nothing happened he glanced 
around the room. 
        Dani reached over and snapped on the lamp. 
        Riker said, "You don't have a right to put yourself 
and the rest of the universe in danger. Don't you know 
there are DISEASES in this time? Sexually transmitted 
diseases that wiped out whole populations on the African 
continent before they took hold in North America. You 
can't stay here; you could die. 
        "I'm not going back." 
        "Dani..." 
        "No. Tell Starfleet that my research is not done. I'll 
be back when it's finished." 
        Disgust filled Riker's eyes. "Research. What's so 
special about the people of this time?" 
        Dani couldn't answer that. There was just something 
about these people that made her come alive. She turned 
away from him and pulled on her jeans. 
        "I can make you come." 
        She faced him. "No, you can't. You never could." 
        The commander's blue eyes glittered and narrowed. His 
chin went up and his fists were knots at his sides. He 
dared not speak lest he say something vile enough to be 
heard back at Starfleet. 
        "Kidnap me and there will be hell to pay with my 
father. And his cousin, your captain." 
        "Even your father can't make Captain Picard condone 
violating the prime directive. Particularly the provisions 
concerning time travel." His voice was level though his 
eyes danced with unexpressed venom. 
        "No, but he must first prove I'm violating it. Take me 
back, and I'll see you in the brig." 
        Riker was stymied, and he knew it. She smelled his 
defeat, and his anger. Riker was not accustomed to being 
thwarted. For a long moment he glared at her with all the 
fury of offense to be summoned by the Federation 
flagship's first officer. But finally he was forced to 
make his retreat. He tapped his com badge. "Riker to 
Danube; one to beam up." 
        The computer on his runabout engaged the glittery, 
musical beam and Riker disappeard. Forever, she hoped. 
        But as she stared at the place where the commander had 
been, she saw outside the window. There, on the lawn in 
front of her building, stood Fox Mulder...looking up at 
the window where he'd just seen a man from the future 
disappear before his eyes. His jaw was dropped open. 
        Slowly, though, his eyes narrowed and the bald 
surprise left. His mouth closed then formed a smile, white 
under the streetlamp. He kissed his fingertips then 
turned them toward her. She did the same. He stuffed his 
hands into his coat pockets and walked away. 
  
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