Fiction: Comfort During Wartime (NC-17) 
From:  amsev (amsev@yahoo.com) 
Date: Monday, December 18, 2000 (or is it Tuesday, now?) 
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox, 
not to me. Anybody involved with the show would screech and 
say this is not their intended usage, that this ain't gonna happen 
in season eight, if ever. It's happening in my brain, though and 
must come out. In any case, no infringement is intended. 
Warning: NC-17 -- If you are underage I respectfully request 
that you leave now! 
'Shipper warning: S/D RST/UST?  No M/S here. 
Spoiler warning: Post-episode "Via Negativa," minor late season 
seven/season spoilers, not quite PWP, but just about.  I have not 
had a chance to re-watch the episode, please forgive any 
fumbling of lines leading into this -- I'm writing off a scene that 
should be firmly etched in my memory, but I was too busy 
drooling! 
Yet Another Comment/Warning -- Fellow Doggett Fans: This is 
my first assay into the wild, wild world of fan fiction, be gentle 
with your flames.  I have no beta reader, so any glitches, typos, 
etc., etc. are wholly my own.  If there are any gyrations that 
sound physically impossible or text that just doesn't work or 
disturbs the flow please let me know and I'll correct.  Nothing 
worse than getting into some fic, and then something 
implausible happens to ruin the mood (sigh. I'm a technical 
writer; fiction happens to me very rarely.). 
Slurp Warning: Pardonany stray slurpiness, I have a weakness 
for a poetic turn of phrase, but that doesn't mean that I can 
necessarily WRITE poetry. 
If anyone feels inclined to archive this fic-letter anywhere, feel 
free, just let me know.  Oh, and it must be Doggett-friendly.  I 
don't know that I feel like being flamed by hardened Mulderites 
and 'Shippers. 
**************** 
Special Agent John Doggett's bedroom. Early morning.   
"Agent Scully, you saved me." 
Scully gave the man lying in his bed a long look. "Agent 
Doggett, I came to see you.  The door was open…" 
"I was going to kill you, then instead I was going to…" Doggett 
looked up at her still not sure whether he was awake or still 
alive, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. 
"Agent Doggett, it was a nightmare, a bad dream, but that's all 
it was."  She looked at him with her lips slightly twisted with 
cynicism, her eyes not giving anything away. 
He continued to stare at her, bewildered and frightened.  Scully 
kept looking at him for a long while, with her shuttered, world-
weary eyes.  Suddenly, she sat down on the bed beside him, 
seeming to relent in response to his mute terror. That a fellow 
agent, formerly one of NYPD's finest, should be so terrified of 
a dream.  She knew that he had seen many of the horrors that 
can happen amongst human beings as they lived and fought. 
Scully quietly sat beside him for a moment, then reached out to 
grasp his hand.  His hand was clammy but strong holding hers.  
Moved by some inner instinct to comfort a fellow human being 
wandering down a path she had trod, she leaned over him, 
softly kissing him on the forehead.  Thus she had comforted 
Mulder when the nightmare of his life closed in upon him, when 
their war in the search for truth came too woundingly close. 
She moved to sit back up.  Doggett stopped her, gently running 
his hands up her arms as if testing to see if she were real, not 
some stray wraith from his nightmare of Anthony Tipet.  She 
moved back enough to look him in the eyes, searching for 
something.  For a long while, they contemplated each other, 
trying to guess what was running through the other's mind. 
Doggett's hand slid up from her arm to the nape of her neck, 
gently pulling her mouth down to his.  The kiss was chaste, his 
lips warm and alive against hers, hers still and not offering 
anything. 
Her mouth moved away from his, then settled back on his lips.  
He felt the beginning stir of desire in her lips.  She kissed him, 
gently teasing his mouth with her tongue, then pulling away. 
"Agent Sc… Dana, am I awake?"  John Doggett looked up her 
with a puzzled wonder, his voice soft and husky. 
She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhhh, John, no words." 
"Dana…?" 
"Shhh," she silenced him with her lips.  His mouth opened to 
hers and felt her tongue begin to explore.  Their kiss lingered, 
deepening. 
She broke away, gently panting.  Her hands slid under the edge 
of his t-shirt and caressed his chest as she leaned into him, her 
mouth tasting his neck.  He felt his groin begin to tighten in 
response to her sensuous exploration. 
He moved to sit up, to respond to her, to more fully engage with 
her. 
"No." 
Quietly, with that one word, she pushed him back onto the bed.  
Her hands pushed the edge of his t-shirt further up on his chest.  
She leaned down to his sternum, deeply inhaling his scent. 
Doggett tried to move again, "At least I should… a shower… 
I've been sweating like a…" Her fingers silenced him again. 
"Shhh." 
Her breath exhaled warm against his chest, causing a tremor of 
desire to run through his body.  She continued kissing… licking, 
tasting his chest, like one who was discovering a wonderful 
taste, never before experienced.  Her hands pushed his t-shirt up 
as far as they could. He helped her by pulling the t-shirt up over 
his head, throwing it off onto the floor. 
Scully relaxed onto his chest half-lying across him.  Her right 
hand roamed lower, under the blanket.  He closed his eyes and 
gasped as her hand touched his erection, slowly exploring its 
length and the hair surrounding the base.  Her hand gently 
fondled his balls, feeling them tighten in response. 
He opened his eyes as he felt her move away from him, off the 
bed. Turning her back to him, she slowly undressed, dropping 
her jacket and blouse on the floor, loosening her pants and 
letting them fall also.  He watched her body moving slowly, 
sensually as she removed her outer garments. 
She turned around to face Doggett, in her bra and underwear.  
She grasped the blanket and sheet swinging them off onto the 
bed beside him.  Her hands came back and slowly pulled his 
boxer shorts off.  He looked at her, standing still at the foot of 
his bed, his gray-blue eyes darkened with bemusement and 
desire.  She explored his long, lean body with her eyes. 
"Am I awake?" he breathed. 
"Shhhhh." 
She knelt on the bed, then shifted her knee across his body, 
straddling his pelvis.  She lowered her body until her silky 
underpants rubbed his penis.  Doggett arched reflexively into 
her warmth.  She held herself there for a long moment, feeling 
his response to her. 
Scully raised herself back up until she was on her knees.  She 
reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra.  As her breasts 
came free, time slowed for him to an exquisite, tantalizing 
crawl. 
He reached out to her, sliding his hand along her waist, sliding 
down to her hips.  He slid his fingers under the edge of her 
panties, under the elastic along her leg.  She gently removed his 
hand and moved off the bed, ridding her body of her remaining 
piece of underwear. 
She looked at him a long while, he gazing back at her, unable to 
move, pinned by her eyes.  She shivered with desire and a bit of 
chill from the room.  He watched her rose nipples darken and 
tighten as they became erect in response to the desire/chill. 
Slowly, slowly she moved back to the bed, kneeling, then 
straddling Doggett again. She lowered her pelvis down towards 
his, until her vulva surrounded his erection.  She stayed there for 
a drawn-out moment, then reached down and guided his penis 
into her. 
She lowered her body down onto him, gasping as she sheathed 
his penis completely within her.  He gasped as he felt her 
muscles tighten around him.  She leaned forward and put her 
hands on the bed on either side of him, then slowly began to 
move.  She raised herself up, then down, with a languorous, 
torturous motion.  Doggett fought to remain still.  She had given 
him the clear signal that she would direct this lovemaking. 
Her hips began to move faster.  She thrust herself onto him, over 
and over, more quickly and fiercely.  He could remain still no 
longer. He reached up to grasp her breasts in his large hands, 
roughly fondling them.  His hands slid down her sides, moving 
down to help her hips, as he thrust his cock into her, responding 
to her fierceness. 
There was no sound in the room other than their breathing and 
the slick sound of their bodies' encounter.  Suddenly, she 
ground her crotch down upon him.  She arched back away from 
him, holding her breath as she shuddered into a long wave of 
release.  Her muscles tightened convulsively around his penis, 
pulling him over the top into a sharp, gasping orgasm.  His body 
arched off the bed, raising her up, feeling her shudder with the 
aftershocks of her release. Slowly, his back returned fully onto 
the bed 
Scully remained seated on top of him, her head bowed, her hair 
swinging down to shadow her face.  Doggett lay for a long 
moment, his eyes closed, his lungs heaving for breath.  As his 
breathing slowed, he opened his eyes and looked at her bowed 
head.  He reached for her shoulders, gently pulling her down to 
lay on top of him.  She burrowed her face into the curve of his 
neck and shoulder, her hands grasping his shoulders, hiding 
from his questioning eyes. 
He felt her body relax onto his, her breathing slowing into sleep. 
He pulled the sheet and blanket over them both.  His lack of 
sleep overcame him as well and he drifted off. 
************* 
The brightness of the noonday sun shining into his bedroom 
made Doggett slowly open his eyes.  'Am I awake?' he 
wondered to himself. The memory of the horror of his 
nightmare with Tipet being swept away by Dana's lovemaking 
returned to him.  Surely he had been sleeping? 
He looked over and saw the noon light glinting off her fiery 
head of hair resting just on the bottom edge of his pillow.  
Scully was turned away from him, but her back and buttocks 
were pressed into his side.  He looked at his sleeping partner for 
a long moment, then turned on his side, spooning with her. 
As he began to drift off to sleep again, burying his face in her 
hair, he remembered her hospital visit.  He gently slid his hand 
down to her abdomen, as if to protect whatever injury she had 
experienced. 
He felt a dawning sense of surprise as he felt her belly, made 
rounded and firm as only new life springing within can.  He 
gently pulled her closer, his instinctive wish to protect her and 
the child within, warring with his knowledge that she hadn't yet 
shared this news with him.  Lulled by her peaceful breathing 
and her complete relaxation, he fell back asleep. 
When he awoke the next time, she was gone. 
********* 
The next day found John Doggett making his way down to the 
basement office with some trepidation.  The events of the last 
couple of days had worked to loosen his firm grip on reality.  
Tipet -- was his third eye real, or a hallucination?  Had Scully 
really made love to him, or was it an amazingly realistic wet 
dream his subconcious produced to counter the horror of his 
nightmare? 
He stepped into the office.  Scully looked up from the file she 
was reading and said "Good Morning, Agent Doggett." 
He continued to look at her, with a question in his eyes?  Did 
she? What had…? 
"Are you all right, agent?" her cool voice pierced his 
preoccupation. 
"Ah, I'm fine, Agent Scully.  I just had some really strange 
dreams about the Tipet case." 
"Strange dreams?  You'll get used to strange dreams working 
the x- files." Her eyes looking at him, distantly sympathetic, 
without a hint of anything that would let him know what had 
really happened. 
He sat down and began working on a report of the Tipet case, 
still wondering, but not wanting to ask… 
*Fin*   
Gentle, instructive feedback requested.