NEW DEBUT: "Full Circle To The Truth" Pt.2 (1/10)
AUTHOR: Des
EMAIL: des826@internetconnect.net
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Please, Please!!!
DISTRIBUTION: I can't think of any place I WOULDN'T want it
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CLASSIFICATION: MSR, R/S,  Post Ep-"One Son"
RATING: NC-17 for some language and steamy passion between
my fav FBI agents.
SPOILERS: See Part One. One more addition: "Avatar"
DISCLAIMER: See Part One
GRATITUDE & THANKS:
Same as Part one with two additions. L Poynter of the "Betareaders
circle" for her overall comments.
My best friend Cat for all the support she has given me since I
started this journey.
DEDICATION: This story is dedicated to my Betareaders. Alphabetically:
Jen E(for English major. that's my nickname for you!) JenR, Ken,
Kylene, and last but not least, Miggie.
The hardest part of the second half of this story has been keeping
Betareaders. I was beginning to despair of ever finding one that would
stick around (since everyone always bailed on me) then you guys
volunteered, but most importantly to me, you stuck with it and helped
me to pull things together quickly. This small dedication is the only
way I can think of to give back to you all that you have given to me.
Thank you.
SUMMARY: Special Agent Diana Fowley. Special Agent Dana
Scully. What do they mean to Fox Mulder?  Does he know?
If not, how far do you have to go to find the truth?
I thought it was time to find out.
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FULL CIRCLE TO THE TRUTH Pt. 2 (NC-17)
by Des
EMAIL:des826@internetconnect.net


Still leaning against the wall, Diana tried to get control of
herself. Bastard. Even now, with all that was at stake, he always
knew how to make her forget about everything else but having him
inside her.

But equally as strong was the urge to DO something. She wasn't
even sure why. She was just angry and wanted nothing so much as
to shock the two of them. To embarrass them both by letting them
know that their very private moment was actually a public event.
Though, if she knew Fox, he wouldn't give a damn anyway, but his
partner would. < Ex-partner> she reminded herself. Oh yes,
especially the prim and proper Agent Scully.

Always by the book. Always following procedure...and always being
a pain in the ass.

Scully thought she won today with that little stunt she pulled in
Skinner's office. Well Diana Fowley knew how to pull a rude
awakening too. And humiliate her to boot. Pushing away from the
darkened corner Diana lifted her streaming hair away from her
face, and turned in the direction of the car - trying to decide
whether to go forward or stay back.

Legs still wrapped around his waist, Scully twined her arms
around Mulder's neck and closed her eyes. This was such an
impossible situation - finally being right where she wanted to be
- in Mulder's arms - but not being able to stay there. She
wrapped her arms around him tighter. As she felt Mulder's hands
roam over her body in response, skimming her thighs, her bottom
and then wrapping tightly around her waist, she stifled a moan,
feeling he already touched her with a lover's possession.
Rubbing her cheek against his, Scully sighed, thinking she'd
never see the rain again and not think of him. Then she opened
her eyes. And found herself staring into the wet, furious gaze of
Diana Fowley. < Well, well, well> She thought < I wonder how long
she's been here; how much she's seen.>

Under normal circumstances, being exposed like this would have
embarrassed her beyond reason. But these weren't normal
circumstances. This was war.

Gently stroking the back of Mulder's head, she boldly and
defiantly stared Diana down. Then she issued her challenge.

< You can have him as your partner - for a while. But you won't
have a hell of a lot more than that. Not without a fight. And when I
fight, I fight to win.>

Diana eyes narrowed as she took in Scully's challenge with great
surprise. Just what the hell had gotten in to her? And as she
watched, Scully gave her a slow, knowing smile.

< That Bitch!>  She KNEW she'd just shocked the hell out of her
and was laughing at her! Damn if she didn't want to wipe that
smug smile off her face - as well as a couple of teeth down her
throat! Did Scully hate her so much that she would act in a
manner that, by all reports, would be totally uncharacteristic
for her? This whole operation depended on predictability - not
unpredictability. And yet Scully has done nothing all day that
would be considered predictable for her.

Apparently, Miss Scully decided to change the rules.

Diana watched as Mulder, sensing Scully's distraction, started to
turn his head around to see what she was looking at, and thought
to herself that this night just might have some possibilities
after all. But Scully averted disaster by simply closing her
mouth over his, instantly wrapping him up again in her magic.
Diana's blood boiled at his passionate response, then shot up 10
degrees higher when she saw Scully, still passionately kissing
her partner, tilt her head and open her eyes.

Again staring her down.

Diana sucked in a furious breath. Plan or NO plan that bitch
wasn't getting away with that! And all she had to do was step out
of this doorway. < Just too tempting to resist> she thought. Fully
determined now to let her presence be known and DAMN the
consequences, Diana stepped from the shadows-

"Agent Fowley. Agent Fowley, GET BACK IN THE CAR! NOW!"

Though his voice was commanding, the CSM knew this was up to her.
He'd pushed her too far, and now, might have jeopardized all
they'd accomplished. But he had to ensure she wouldn't take their
side. < Like my own son had> he thought, with a pang to his heart.
He could no longer afford to take any chances, so he took steps
to make sure she wouldn't betray him - even if  it meant
manipulating her feelings. But this had all been a bluff. *He* knew
it, and hoped like hell she wouldn't call him on it.

While across the street, his car hidden in the shadows, another
man was hoping the same thing. He'd come too far - even cheating
death - to let a case of unresolved issues ruin all his plans.
Mulder was her one weakness. And that weakness could destroy all
his plans. He should have seen this coming - anticipated this
move. If he knew she was vulnerable, others would too. But he
knew the power he had over her. The sensual power of the flesh.
He knew her body as well as he did his own, and he could make her
beg for it. Mulder may be good, but *he* knew how to make her
scream. After tonight, he'd make sure he kept her so "occupied"
that she'd be too exhausted to even think about Mulder OR his
pretty little partner.

"Come on Diana...get...in...the...car," he whispered.

Diana stood, angry and indecisive, and staring at the car door
left open by CSM. If she didn't move now, Agent Scully would see
who was in the car and force her to play a hand she wasn't
willing to show. She couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet.
Diana Fowley had a few plans of her own. So after one last look
at the couple entwined in the rain, Diana got into the car -
slamming the door, and thinking to herself that Scully might have
won this battle, but the war wasn't over yet. Reaching for her
seat belt, she turned to CSM.

"Drive, you bastard."

Chuckling, CSM turned on the headlights he was afraid to use
earlier, for fear it would give away Diana's position before he
found her.

"Your wish is my command, Agent Fowley."

As the car passed by, X slid down in his seat, not wanting to be
seen by that black lunged bastard. That day would come soon
enough. When he was sure they'd driven past, he sat up, started
his own car and headed back to her place. Watching the long
overdue heat explode between Mulder and his partner, reminded him
of where he and Diana were before they were so rudely
interrupted. He sped up, anticipating picking up where they'd
left off. They had some unfinished business to take care of.

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Though late, there was one more player on the field this night,
watching the events unfold with a mixture of fear and confusion.
This wasn't expected. What to do now?

Nothing.

Nothing but wait. Again.

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Hearing the hum of a car engine, Mulder tore his mouth from
Scully's while grabbing the door handle of the car. Thinking
quickly, he opened the door while cradling the back of her head,
protecting her from harm as he laid her down on the back seat,
suddenly realizing that he could kill two birds with one stone.
No matter who was driving by, unless they got out of the car and
walked over, they couldn't see anything. And though he still felt
this wasn't the place to explore their passion to it's fullest,
it DID afford him the privacy and opportunity to use that passion
to issue a challenge of his own.

"Mulder, wh-"

"I'm saving your reputation, Scully."

"My reputation?"

"Well you sure as hell don't think I care about mine, do you?
Wouldn't want to start any rumors about the always-by-the-book
Agent Scully making wild monkey love in the rain. Especially when
she's starting a new job," he ended sarcastically.

And with no more warning than that, shifted his hips and slid
into her; leaving her gasping in shock and pleasure - her inner
muscles trembling in adjustment.

"Ohh! What are you doing?" Scully said, half-moaning and looking
up into hazel eyes filled with the dregs of both passion and
anger.

"Putting you on notice," he said, pulling out of her almost
completely and causing her to raise her hips in search of him.

"Mulder, please!" wrapping her thighs tighter around his waist
and arching in pleasure as he plunged deeply inside of her.
"LOOK at me Scully," he demanded, making her open her eyes as he
stroked her deep.

"You say you've drawn your line? Well so have I. You want to
walk? You can try, but you can bet I'll be somewhere behind you,
so you'll just have to take your chances," he said, punctuating
each sentence, then each word, with a stroke of his cock; sinking
into her deeply, and making sure he rubbed her clitoris on each
trip.

The only response Dana was capable of giving was a strangled moan
as her body again started the delicious climb toward release.

Mulder was not unaffected himself, knowing he had to make his
move fast - before he didn't care about anything else but the
incredible pleasure of being inside her.

"You feel you have to walk away, and maybe I'm trying to
understand that. But I won't make it easy for you - don't expect
me to."

And with a strong, final stroke, he pulled out of her warmth,
falling on his knees uncaring about the rain, and zipping up his
pants.

At hearing Scully's cry of frustration, he rose from his knees
and lowered himself on top of her once more.

Giving her a hard, passionate kiss, he lifted his mouth from hers
and whispered...

"Like I said, I won't make it easy for you Scully. I won't."

And before she could get control of herself, he was gone.

Trying to still her trembling body, Scully damned Mulder to hell.

She was torn between wanting to kill him and wanting to cry in
frustration. She wanted him - needed him. And dammit, he wanted
her too - there was no way he could hide that from her! But it
seemed he'd declared war too...only SHE was the one under siege.

She only hoped she had enough strength to win.

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Diana leaned back in her seat and tried to ignore the suffocating
smoke permeating the insides of the car.

"It took me a while to find you, Agent Fowley. One minute you
were there, the next you were gone."

"So?" she replied, feigning nonchalance.

"I was becoming...concerned over your whereabouts," he said,
stopping at a red light.

"You weren't looking in the right place, that's all," she
replied, as the car moved forward again.

"You need to gain Mulder's confidence. Confronting Agent Scully
is not the way to do that," he said, glancing over at Diana's
somber expression.

She remained silent.

"As I said earlier, Scully will be a formidable enemy and
considering this new development in their relationship, you might
need to take more drastic actions."

Diana slowly turned her head to stare at him.

"What do you mean 'more drastic actions'?"

"He's hurting from his partner's seeming betrayal. Don't you
think he'll need a shoulder to cry on? Some comfort? A
little...TLC?"

"So I should seduce him for the good of the project? Just what
the hell do you think I am, your whore?"

"Sometimes sacrifices have to be made Agent Fowley. It's a fact.
You wouldn't be the first, nor will you be the last."

"Making love to Fox wouldn't be a sacrifice, but project or not,
*I* choose my bed-partners. No one else."

"Of course, as long as you are using good judgement."

"Meaning?"

"You could have ruined everything tonight," he said sharply.

"Perhaps you should have thought of the consequences before you
tried this little maneuver."

"Diana-" he began, pulling up to the curb of her apartment
building and parking the car.

"Look, don't try to control me like some sort of Pavlovian dog. I
know what I have to do," she said fiercely, grabbing the door
handle of the car, and getting out.

"I'll get it done," she said angrily. "My way," she finished, and
slammed the door behind her.

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3 weeks later
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Scully's office

Scully gingerly opened the door to room 101 and stared at her
name, written in gold letters. < Special Agent Dana Scully. Head
Researcher> she read to herself. When she made the decision to
transfer out of the X-files, she certainly didn't anticipate this
happening.

She still wasn't sure how it *did* happen.

Since the first day she joined the classified research team
assigned to combat the virus, she'd been utilizing a desk with
all the other scientists. When she received the order from Kersch
to report to her new office, no one was more surprised than she
was.

Especially considering the fact that Kersch had no real knowledge
of the unit's actual purpose. He likened the unit's function more
along the lines of the Centers for Disease Control. Finding the
antidote for a virus of extra-terrestrial origin, that, if
released into the population, could end all human life on this
planet, might be a little difficult for a man like Kersch to
comprehend.

Only Skinner knew that.

But Skinner was no longer her boss.

What was even more surprising, was that her new office was one
floor up from her old office. The one she shared with Mulder.
< One floor up> she thought, shaking her head.  It was like some
bad joke. It was both a blessing and a curse.

God, she missed him.

She walked into the office and looked around, putting down her
box of memories. She was starting to shut the door when she heard
a noise coming from the behind a stack of boxes. Turning around,
she walked further back, searching.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

There was more rustling, then a young man appeared, his arms
laden with books.

"A-Agent Scully! You're early. I was just bringing down some
reports on the latest developments on the project."

Scully took in the tall, lanky, obviously nervous, but very
good-looking young man who was putting a mountain of journals on
her desk.

"Do I know you?"

Finally relieving himself of his burden, he held out his hand -
then remembered it was sweaty and wiped it on his pants before
holding it out again.

"I'm Matt...Matt Johnson," he said.

"Nice to meet you Matt," Scully replied, extending her hand.

"I'm to be your assistant. I just started today. I have to tell
you, I'm so excited Agent Scully; you're like a goddess at
Quantico," he blurted, then blushed 5 shades of red while still
shaking her hand.

"I have an assistant?" Scully asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yes. So whatever you need, just tell me and I'll take care of
it. Pronto."

"Well Matt, there *is* one thing I need."

"Anything, Agent Scully."

"Can I have my hand back now?"

Matt dropped her hand as if it were on fire.

"I'm so sorry...umm I apologize," Matt stammered, backing into her
desk.

"It's no problem Matt," she said, smiling reassuringly.

"Ok...great," Matt said, smiling back.

A few moments passed in silence.

"Matt?"

"Huh?" he said, still grinning foolishly.

"Can I have a little privacy? I'd like to settle in, if you don't
mind."

At her words, Matt snapped out of his trance.

"Of course, I'm sorry. I'll just get out of your-"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Scully didn't need to turn around to know who that was; her
stomach only fluttered like that for one person.

"Special Agent Fox Mulder..." Matt spoke in awe.

Walking into the office, Mulder shook Matt's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Matt Johnson, right?"

"Yo-You've heard of me?" Matt said with a gulp.

"One of the best forensic pathologists in the bureau - next to my
ex-partner of course."

Scully didn't miss the undertone of pain in his voice.

"Oh, I could never be in the same league as Agent Scully. I know
I'll learn a lot from her."

"Definitely. Matt?"

"Yes, Agent Mulder?"

"Can I have my hand back?"

Embarrassed yet again, Matt decided to cut his losses and leave,
dropping Mulder's hand and turning toward the door.

"My apologies Agent Mulder. Well, I have work to do. You'll let
me know if you need anything Agent Scully."

"Dana," she corrected.

"Dana," he repeated, and walked out, shutting the door behind
him.

Leaving the two ex-partners alone, just staring at each other. It
was the first time they'd seen each other since that rainy night
weeks ago.

"I'm here," he said hoarsely, remembering how her skin tasted in
the rain.

"Yes," she said faintly, fighting memories of her own.

"How've you been Scully?" he said, amazed at his nervousness.

"I-I've been ok," Scully stammered nervously, then rallied.
"Actually, I'm fine Mulder, how about you?"

"Oh we've-ah-I've been working...a lot," he finished lamely.

"Well...good," she said.

"Yeah."

They both fell silent, again hoping their eyes could say what
their mouths could not. In the quiet, they stood. Drinking each
other in.

She should be ready to ring his neck, after the condition he'd
left her in.  Wanting to finish what they had begun that night
had left her restless and yearning for him almost constantly, but
she knew this separation would be easier on them both if they
didn't. She didn't know how he felt, but she was so happy to see
him. So happy to be near him again.

Across the room, Mulder was thinking the same thing.

DAMN he missed her!

She looked beautiful too, all buttoned up in her
smart, conservative FBI suit. But he knew what was underneath all
that navy blue silk that matched the blue of her eyes. The silky
creamy skin, her overwhelming passion, her all-consuming love.

Staying away these last few of weeks had been hell. He was
getting even less sleep at night reliving their passionate
encounter in the rain. As it was, every time he took a shower, he
got hard.

He wished like hell that he had finished what he started. His
little stunt in the back seat of her car had backfired on him.
It was bad enough wanting her when he had no real idea of what it
was like to be the object of her affection, her passion, and if
he were to believe it - her love. Now it was next to impossible
to think of anything else.

He would find himself reliving moments from that night at odd
times throughout the day. Her incredible passion, the thrill he
felt as she ripped his shirt open like a tigress. Her soft moans
and whimpers just before she came, and the indescribable pleasure
of sliding into her hot, wet...tight heat.

Mulder closed his eyes and tried to fight the incredible fire
that surged through him. He opened them again, but wasn't able to
completely extinguish the flame.

Scully stared into eyes heavy lidded with desire.

And wanted him back.

Locking eyes from across the room, they stared.

Then moved as one.

Right into each other's arms.

Already moaning, tongues questing, holding each other tightly,
they kissed. Mulder ran his hands over those ripe curves that
kept him up at night and Scully moaned into his mouth, feeling
like she was home. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut to fight
back the tears that threatened while Mulder tore his mouth from
hers to rain small kisses over her face.

"I miss you, Scully."

"I miss you too, Mulder. So much," she whispered, sliding her
hands underneath his jacket and caressing his back and shoulders.

Moving his hands lower, Mulder cupped her bottom and ground his
hips against her.

"This is crazy, Mulder," she moaned.

"Insane," he panted, as he felt small hands slip underneath his
pants.

"God I want you," Scully whispered.

"It's all I think about," Mulder said, unbuttoning her jacket.
"Making love with you."

"Again and again," she agreed, feeling him caress her breasts
through her thin silk shirt..."All night long."

"Scully," Mulder groaned, desperate and backed her up against the
door of her office, working his hand underneath her skirt.

"Mulder...no," Scully moaned.

"Yes," he said, finally reaching the elastic of her panties.

"We can't," she lied, sucking on his neck.

"Open for me Scully," he demanded, using the palm of his hand to
move her legs further apart.

"Mulder wait-"

"I can't," he said feverishly, and slid one finger inside her,
moving in and out of her, while he used his thumb to stroke her.

Scully caught fire, unzipping his pants, and sliding her hand
around to his thick erection. She reacquainted herself with his
thick rod, stroking him lightly to relearn his size and texture,
then went to work - pumping him.

Hard and fast.

Ruthless and quick.

Determined to make him come.

Mulder moaned, shaking; then responded by pressing his thumb down
hard on her clit, then ruthlessly stroking, wanting to hear her
make those soft, mewling sounds that signaled her orgasm while
feeling his own body rushing toward the inevitable release. She
knew instinctively just how to stroke him to make him come.

He slowly slid a second finger into her heat, then pumped her both
hard and fast. Scully moaned as she felt her legs start to
quiver, and moved her hips almost involuntarily against his
stroking finger.

He was getting harder and thicker, even as she was getting hotter
and wetter.

Each feeling like they were going to explode, their actions
became more frenzied, more intense. Up, down, and around they
moved...

"Ohhh," Scully moaned, shaking - until finally...

They pushed each other off the cliff. Free-falling into the
intense pleasure that was theirs alone.

"Ohh yes," Mulder said, closing his eyes and starting to shudder
with release.

Scully felt the incredible pleasure slam into her and with a
muffled cry, gave into it, shaking with him. Capturing his lips
and holding on for dear life. Until the last shudder passed.
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End Part (1/10)
Continued in Part 2