Title: All Things Considered 
Author: AngX
Rating: 17+
Category: Smut/MSR
Spoilers: All Things 
Summary: This is my take on what really happened in All 
Things, at the very least what SHOULD HAVE happened.
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Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, they 
are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX 
and all stockholders of News Corp.   If anyone wants to sue 
me, all I can say is "GET IN LINE!"


Fox Mulder found himself alone, sitting in a business-class 
seat on a plane bound for London.  He stared down at the 
pile of papers on the pull-down tray before him, for a 
moment forgetting what he was looking at.  Crop circles.  
Yeah, that was it.  Coming back to reality he began to read 
again, going over the history behind these phenomena in 
the small English farming community he was bound 
toward.  According to what he read, past occurrences 
indicated that new circle formations were to appear the next 
night.  He would be there.  Maybe this was it, he thought.  
This is when he would finally find solid proof of the 
paranormal.   Pushing all other thoughts out of his mind he 
focused on that one goal and remained there.  Mulder 
couldn't allow himself to think of anything else.  This, after 
all, was his life.  This was the choice he made a long time 
ago.  He would never stop running, never stop looking for 
what he needed to find.  Nothing else mattered to him.  So 
what if Scully didn't want to come with him, he went 
without her.  He ignored the fact that he consciously hoped 
until the very last phone call that she would change her 
mind, saying that she would meet him at the airport.  He 
pictured her, bags in hand, heading towards him.  But that 
didn't happen, and he didn't care.  She was his partner, but 
she wasn't obligated to go everywhere with him, he 
thought.  She was entitled to her own life and this time she 
chose it.  As much as he understood that very fact, he 
couldn't help but be annoyed at her for doing this to him.  
Yeah, doing it to HIM.  She had always been there, right 
along side him whenever he needed her.  He had gotten so 
used to her being there that he had forgotten what it was 
like to work alone.  The hell with it, he thought finally, she 
made her choice and I made mine a long time ago.   


Dana Scully stared incredulously at the chart in her hands, 
more precisely at the name on the chart: Daniel Waterston.  
She didn't have to question it, she knew it was him.  In an 
instant she felt the years fall away and she was back at 
medical school.  Dr. Waterston was a respected member of 
the faculty, her teacher, mentor and her married lover.  She 
was eager, determined, talented and ready to take on the 
world.  The only thing Daniel wanted to take on was her.  
He was in love with her and ready to give everything up, 
including his wife.  Dana Scully couldn't allow that to 
happen.  For a while she thought she wanted to spend the 
rest of her life with him, but then realized that it would no 
longer be her life.  It would be the realization of his vision 
for their life together.  These were the thoughts that filled 
her mind when she signed her application to the FBI and 
started on a new life that would be all hers.  She didn't 
want Daniel to give anything up for her.  She didn't want 
him that way.  Did she make the right decision?  Scully 
surprised herself with that thought, after all if she had 
chosen that life she never would have entered the FBI, 
never been assigned to the X-Files.  She never would have 
met Mulder.  She probably would have been married, had 
children and would now be living a quiet respectable life.  
No chasing after aliens, or crop circles.  No abduction, no 
cancer.  Maybe Melissa wouldn't have...she shook the 
thought away.  What the hell was going on with her, what 
was she thinking?  Before she could even answer that 
question she found herself at his bedside.  He lay there, 
hooked up to a heart monitor, tubes, and oxygen.  He 
looked weak, vulnerable and not at all like she 
remembered.  But yet he hadn't changed.  Just being near 
him reminded her of so much that she had forgotten years 
ago.  With that thought she started to cry.  Holding her 
hand up to her mouth she left the room and ran.  She ran as 
fast as she could.


Scully entered her apartment and sat on the couch.  The 
past twenty-four hours had been like no other she could 
remember in her life.  She felt torn, unsure of herself.  She 
struggled to remember what the woman at the Healing 
Center had told her.  Everything happens for a reason, what 
was the reason for seeing Daniel again?  Was it to remind 
her of what she had lost?  Was it to show her what her life 
could have been?  Here she was in her thirties, alone, and 
spending most of her time with a man whose job was his 
life.  He was the exact opposite of Daniel.  Mulder's life 
was his job, more precisely his journey and quest for the 
truths that had been eluding him.   She had been along for 
the ride the past seven years.  But where was she now?  
"Oh, God" she said aloud. "Why am I feeling like this?  
She didn't want to be here, she should be with Mulder 
waiting for those goddamn circles to appear.  It was safe 
there; there were no questions to have to answer.  Only to 
find answers to questions that had nothing to do with her.  
The phone rang and she turned to pick it up.  It was 
Maggie.  Daniel wanted to see her.


Mulder sat at Heathrow Airport waiting for his flight back 
to D.C.  He pulled his baseball cap down lower as he 
thought about the complete waste of time the past 48 hours 
had been.  He came thousands of miles just to sit in a 
fucking field with a bunch of farmers waiting...for nothing.  
Nothing happened.  Sure this had happened before; this was 
not the only dead end.  But this time he was irritated by it 
and halfway wishing he'd never even come.   He was 
thinking about Scully again.  That was the source of his 
irritation.  Not her exactly, but what she had said the last 
time they'd seen each other.  "Mulder, why are we always 
running, why can't we stand still?"  "I wouldn't know what 
I was missing," he responded quickly.  In this case he 
missed nothing, except Scully.  Oh, not that shit again.  His 
muscles tensed at the thoughts that flooded his mind.  He 
should have stayed with her; he shouldn't have left like 
that.   But, hey, she knew who he was and what was 
important to him, she should have gone with him.  Was 
taking a bath so fucking important to her?  He looked up 
just as his flight was announced and gathered his bags.  He 
was going home.  

It was nearly 10 hours and 2 flight connections later that 
Mulder finally stepped through his apartment door.  He 
dropped his bags in the hall and went to the machine.   
There were no messages.   He quickly picked up the phone 
and dialed Scully's home number.  The machine answered, 
"Scully, pick up if you're there," he said flatly. He waited.. 
no answer.  "Listen, I'm back home, so call me when you 
get in."  He hung up the phone and sat on his couch, 
extending his legs onto the coffee table.  The hospital, 
that's where she was.  That's where she was when he last 
spoke to her, she might be finishing up with that autopsy.  
He didn't know why, but he felt an urgent need to see her, 
he missed her.  He missed her?  Fuck, he thought, it had 
only been a couple of days.  Besides she was his partner.  
He wasn't supposed to miss her.  He stood at the front door 
while he thought this, silently debating whether he should 
go.  Before he could come up with an answer, he was 
already in a cab headed toward the hospital.  

She wasn't there.  He went to pathology and asked for her, 
but no one there had seen her in over a day.   This irritated 
him even more.  Now he didn't even know where she was, 
and their last conversation wasn't exactly friendly.  Shit, he 
wondered, was she that pissed at him?  He walked out of 
the hospital defeated, deciding to go home and let her find 
him.   It was sunny and warm out and he took his time 
walking down the street to hail a cab.   The warmth of the 
sun on his shoulder was suddenly replaced with hand 
spinning him around to face......Scully.   "Mulder?"  she 
said looking at him, surprised.  He stared back at her.


As promised, she made him tea.  They sat together on his 
couch drinking it as she told him of the events of the past 
couple of days.  He could see something different in her, 
something had changed in the short time he was gone.  
Buddhist temples, visions, the words coming out of her 
mouth surprised him.  This was Dana Scully, doctor, 
scientist and true skeptic.  What she was telling him now 
sounded like something that would come out of someone 
else's mouth, not hers.  One thing he didn't want to hear 
was about this Daniel Waterston.  Although he listened 
intently as Scully told him the story of her and Daniel, he 
was very uncomfortable.  He tried to ignore these feelings 
as she spoke, doing the best he could to be there for her, to 
understand.  Scully spoke about choices and how she 
realized how that one choice in her life ten years ago had 
made such an incredible difference.  What she would have 
missed.  Mulder was happy when she said this, he couldn't 
help but be happy.  Scully realized her place was with him.  
Isn't that what she was trying to say?  It was like he was 
having two conversations, one with himself, the other with 
her. 


It felt good to be here with him, she thought.  She had 
learned so much about herself in so little time.  It was 
amazing.  She knew now that her choice had been the right 
one, she was where she belonged.  As Mulder spoke about 
choices in life and signs along the way not to be ignored, 
she watched his lips move, and studied his profile as he 
spoke.  Scully felt her tired body relax and soon drifted off 
to sleep.  Mulder was mid-sentence when he looked down 
and saw a sleeping Scully, her head brushing his shoulder.  
She looked so good he couldn't help but reach out and 
touch her face, brushing her hair behind her left ear.  He 
reached down and pulled a multi-colored aphgan he kept on 
the couch for his naps up over her.  It was late.  Turning off 
the light, he got up and went toward the bedroom.   He sat 
on the bed and untied his shoes, taking them off and tossing 
them aside.  He swung his legs onto the bed and laid back, 
his arm reaching up and resting behind his head.  He sighed 
heavily trying to understand everything she'd told him. At 
that moment he began to question his life and the choices 
he'd made.  Were they the right ones?  He closed his eyes 
and pictured Scully sleeping on his couch, alone.  She was 
just in the other room, a few feet away.  They'd spent 
plenty of nights together like this, the only difference was 
that usually he'd be the one on the couch.  She took the 
bed.  He wondered if he should wake her and let her have 
the bed.  He never slept in it anyway and preferred the 
couch.  Mulder stood up and walked into the other room.  
Scully had stretched out on the couch and was sound 
asleep.  He liked to watch her sleep.  It was one of the 
benefits of sharing motel rooms.  He usually sat in the chair 
and watched her as she lay in bed taking notice of the way 
she moved, and the way she breathed.  He heard every 
sound that came out of her.  There were times he wanted so 
much to crawl in with her, the only thing holding him back 
was the fear of her saying no.  So he sat there and watched, 
feeling himself getting excited and not doing a fucking 
thing about it. 

Scully woke up, feeling like someone was staring at her.  
She looked up and saw Mulder standing at the end of the 
couch, near his bedroom doorway.  
"What is it?"  she asked groggily.  
"Nothing."  He responded.  "I just thought you'd be more 
comfortable in bed, I'll take the couch.  I'm used to it."  
She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. "Mulder, I'm 
gonna go home.  It's late." 
No, he panicked at the thought, she can't leave.   "Scully, 
its too late to go home, stay," he whispered as he walked 
over to the couch.  "C'mon, take the bed."  He sat down 
next to her.  She turned to look at him in the dark, barely 
making out his features in the dim streetlight that filtered in 
through the window.  She stood still for a moment realizing 
that the very thought of him sitting next to her in the dark 
made her want to reach over and kiss him.  Scully couldn't 
believe what she was thinking and tried to shrug it off.  But 
she couldn't shake the image.  She saw herself doing it.  
"Scully?" he questioned, "Are you going to bed?"  She 
didn't think, she just did it.  She turned to him and leaned 
over, putting her lips against his and kissing him.  Mulder 
was taken by surprise.  He didn't know what to do and for a 
minute he did nothing.  She was kissing him and he wasn't 
kissing back.  She pulled away.  
"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm so embarrassed."  She pulled 
back and turned away feeling like a complete idiot.  Okay, 
she thought, he must think I'm nuts.  
Mulder was still in shock.  Did she just kiss him?   She did, 
and what's worse is he didn't kiss her back.  Seven years 
with this woman, night after night of staring at her, wanting 
to be with her and now she kisses him and he 
does.....nothing.  Stupid fucking asshole.  She began to 
stand up when she felt Mulder's hand on her arm, pulling 
her back down.  He reached up and placed his hand on the 
side of her face pulling her toward him.  He began to kiss 
her, at first softly, then hard.  She opened her mouth in 
response letting his tongue explore her mouth.  His arms 
reached around her in an embrace, she slipped her arms 
underneath his, her hands on his upper back.  He could feel 
her breasts up against his chest.  Oh my God, this is so 
good, he thought.  Please God, don't make it stop, he 
pleaded silently.  She broke the kiss, licking his lower lip 
then biting it.  He began to breathe heavily.  He kissed her 
cheek and then made his way down the side of her neck 
with his lips and tongue, licking and sucking every inch.  
He pushed aside her hair and she felt his lips on the back of 
her neck.  Scully sucked in her breath.  She felt herself 
tingling all over, getting wet between her legs.   She 
couldn't think, she couldn't breathe.  All she could do was 
let him touch her.  She wanted this person so much, the 
feelings came flooding in.   She needed him so bad.  
"I want....." she began in a low breathless voice.  "I want... 
"  Mulder covered her mouth again and they kissed deep 
and hard, their tongues flicking inside each other's mouths. 
 "What....what do you want.....?" he whispered pulling 
away.  She didn't answer.  He knew what she wanted, but 
he wanted to hear her say it.  
"Tell me,"  he said, kissing her neck, his arms still around 
her.  
"I want you......now," she said finally. 
 He felt his erection straining against the fabric of his pants 
when she said that and placed his hand behind her head 
pulling her to him.

Scully found herself in Mulder's bedroom standing at the 
side of his bed while he kissed her so hard she thought her 
knees would give.  Mulder pulled down her suit jacket and 
her arms came down letting the jacket fall to the floor.  His 
right hand reached up to her breast, cupping and massaging 
it, running his fingers over her nipple through her t-shirt.  
Scully moaned softly as her nipple hardened at his touch.  
He reached down and pulled up her shirt, reaching under it 
and touching her breasts through her bra.  She grabbed his 
hands and pushed them away, at the next instant pulling up 
her shirt and lifting it over her head, then dropping it to the 
floor.   Mulder stood there, his hands massaging her sides.. 
He watched as her arms reached behind her back and then 
felt her bra come loose.  Mulder grabbed the right strap and 
pulled at it, slipping it off her arm.  Scully let her left arm 
drop and the bra fell away.  He could feel her breasts 
against his chest, through his shirt.  It felt good, but it could 
feel a whole lot better.  As if she were reading his mind, 
Scully began to unbutton his shirt, quickly working her way 
down to the bottom and then opening it, slamming herself 
against his bare chest .  She gasped as she felt his hot skin 
against hers, the excitement building into a frenzy that was 
making her dizzy.  Suddenly she started to get nervous.
"What's the matter"  Mulder asked her, feeling her 
hesitation. 
"I'm......she paused, looking down.  "I haven't been 
with......" his fingers touching her lips interrupted her. 
"Shhh, its okay....." he said softly, "me neither".  With 
that, they both smiled, breaking the tension that had 
suddenly been created between them.   With a quick move, 
he reached down and unzipped her skirt, taking it off.  He 
discovered that she wasn't wearing nylons, just white lace 
panties that he found unbelievably sexy.  She stood there, 
in her little lace panties and black pumps and he let out a 
deep sigh as he slipped his hand between her legs.  She 
gasped as he felt her wet heat seeping through the silky 
fabric.  Scully felt a surge throughout her body, every nerve 
ending pulsing.  She could feel the blood rush to her face 
and her skin becoming hot.  Mulder brought his hand up 
and caressed the side of her face as he planted open-mouth 
kisses on her cheek and down the side of her neck.  Scully 
placed her hand over his, guiding his index and middle 
finger into her mouth.  Mulder moaned as she drew them in 
and out of her mouth slowly, making them smooth and wet.   
The sight of her doing this was driving him crazy.  He 
watched as her swollen red lips puckered as he drew his 
fingers out, his hand then gliding down the side of her 
body.  Throwing her head back she breathed out a long sigh 
as she felt his fingers pushing her panties aside and slipping 
inside her so deeply that she lost her balance.  Holding his 
free hand against her back, Mulder kept her from falling. 
Instead he held her up against him even closer as he 
fingered her.
"Oh, God, yeah," she moaned, her eyes closed.  Mulder 
leaned forward and brought his face to hers finding her lips 
and parting them with his tongue.  She sucked on it, tasting 
and teasing, while he imagined what else she could use her 
tongue on.  Scully ran her hands up his back at the same 
time pushing her hips against his fingers, his thumb rubbing 
her clit.  It felt so good, she'd wanted this for so long.  She 
pulled her face away from his and they locked eyes, their 
gaze never breaking as he continued finger fucking her.  
Suddenly, he stopped and she felt his fingers withdraw.  
Mulder then brought his hand up to his mouth and she 
watched as he sucked his fingers, getting turned on at the 
thought of him tasting her.  She kissed him and tasted 
herself in his mouth.  It wasn't enough, she wanted to taste 
him.  She sat down on the bed before him and  pulled at the 
front of his jeans bringing his crotch up against her face, 
making quick work of undoing the top button and pulling 
down the zipper.  Mulder closed his eyes as she pushed 
down both his jeans and his shorts in one swift move.  He 
ran his hands through her hair as he felt her fingers around 
him, stroking softly.  He was so hard he was ready to burst.  
Wrapping her lips around him, she circled her tongue 
around the head of his cock before taking him full into her 
mouth.  He grabbed a fist full of her red hair as she stroked 
him rythmically with her lips and tongue.  It was all Mulder 
could do to keep from coming right then and there. He 
tasted so good she didn't want to stop, she wanted him to 
come.  Right into her mouth.  It had been so long.   He 
breathed heavily and moaned her name.  She felt as if there 
was a flood between her legs.   
"Jessssusss, Ssscullly," he moaned.  "Christ, that is sooooo 
fucking good."  Mulder was losing his mind, losing himself 
in her mouth. Her eyes glanced upward, noticing the 
expression of sheer ecstasy on his face.  She was out of 
practice, but she hadn't lost her touch.  Mulder opened his 
eyes and looked down watching her mouth move over his 
cock.  Okay, he thought, I can't wait anymore.  Scully felt 
his hands on each side of her head, gently slipping himself 
out of her mouth.  He pushed her down onto the bed.  She 
laid back and he laid on top of her, kissing her passionately.  
He stopped and looked at her face, flushed and shiny from 
the tiny beads of sweat that had formed.  Without a word he 
leaned back, one knee on the edge of the bed, as he slipped 
off his shorts.  He then reached down and pulled on her 
panties slipping them down her thighs.  She lifted her legs 
out of them as he pulled them off.  He brought his body 
over hers, her nipples slightly touching his chest.  Scully 
closed her eyes.
"No," he said softly, his face right above hers.  "Look at 
me."  Scully opened her eyes as she felt his hand on her 
inner thigh, she spread her legs in response, bringing her 
knees up slightly.  She felt the head of his cock start to prod 
at her opening and winced slightly, without moving her 
eyes away from his.  Then he thrusted hard into her and she 
threw her head back, crying out from the mixture of pain 
and pleasure of feeling him inside her, finally.  
"Look at me....." he demanded breathlessly and she 
brought her gaze back to his.  He pulled himself in and out 
of her slowly until she was slick enough for him.  She felt 
so good, he wanted to bury himself in her.  His lips met 
hers and he pushed harder and deeper, her hips coming up 
to meet his with each thrust.   Mulder knew he wasn't 
going to be able to hold out very long, he wanted to come 
so bad.  But he wanted her to come too.  With that thought 
in mind he put all his weight on top of her and rolled onto 
his back, bringing her with him.  She was now on top and 
the sensation of being inside her was even better this way.   
Scully immediately knew what he wanted her to do and she 
kissed him hungrily before placing her hands on his chest 
and throwing her head back, arching her back so that he 
had a full view of her beautiful breasts so very close to his 
face.    She moved herself on top of him, circling her hips 
as she felt his cock inside her full and hard.  Mulder 
grabbed the sides of her hips with each hand, pushing her 
down with each upward thrust of his hips.  She was 
whimpering now, making little moaning sounds that were 
threatening to push him over the edge.   He reached up and 
grabbed her left breast, cupping and massaging it.  He 
guided the hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked it 
while she ground herself into him.  
"Scully, do it, come for me," he groaned, his voice deep 
and demanding.  "C'mon, I want you to come now!"  As he 
finished his sentence he could feel her tighten around him, 
as she cried out louder.
"Ohhhhhh, god, Mullllllder,"  she whispered breathlessly.  
"You don't know how long......you don't........." she 
stopped and, closing her eyes, let out a long moan as she 
came.  It was better than any of his fantasies.  He would 
remember that look on her face as long as he lived.  She 
opened her eyes and smiled before collapsing on top of 
him.  He held on to her and rolled them over, bringing 
himself up on his elbows.  Mulder began slamming into her 
as she dug her nails into his back, his head deep in the 
space between her neck and shoulder.  His breathing 
became heavier and she knew he was close.  She tightened 
her grip around him, wanting to bring him to the 
completion he so desperately wanted.  It was so good he 
almost didn't want to come, didn't want it to end.  He 
wanted to be in her like this forever.  It was better than he 
ever imagined.  Mulder bit her neck softly as his orgasm 
began.  Scully felt him as he came hard into her, groaning 
her name.  He slowed down as his head dropped onto her 
shoulder.  They lay motionless for a moment, feeling the 
sticky sweat trickle down between them.  She ran her hands 
though his hair as he kissed her shoulder, still breathing 
heavily.  He was still inside her when he brought his face to 
hers, their lips meeting in a soft gentle kiss.  
"You okay."  He whispered, looked down at her.  She 
didn't answer.  "Dana?"
"I'm fine."  She said, wincing slightly as she felt him ease 
out of her.  He pushed strands of damp her from around her 
eyes, his lips inches from hers.
"I didn't think you wanted this, if I had known that you felt 
the same way....Christ I wouldn't have waited so long."  he 
said, a twinge of regret in his voice.
"You mean you couldn't tell?  Mulder I thought you didn't 
want ME., That's why I never said anything.  I thought the 
job was more important to you than anything else.  I didn't 
want to get in the way."
"Scully, YOU don't know how many nights I spent in this 
bed alone, thinking about you and....." he voice trailed off.
"And what....?" She said, looking at him wryly.  Mulder 
began to answer but then laughed softly, acknowledging 
that she understood what he was trying to say.  She knew 
what he was talking about, after all she had spent many of 
those same nights alone in her bed, touching herself while 
she thought of him.  He rolled off and onto his side facing 
her.  Scully brought her legs together feeling a welcome 
soreness between them.   She turned to him and they 
pressed their lips together, tasting each other again.  He lay 
back and she nuzzled her head against his chest.  She could 
hear his heart pounding against her ear.  He smelled the 
warm scent of her hair against his face.   Soon, they both 
drifted off to sleep.


Dana Scully awoke to the feeling of Fox Mulder's body 
spooned up against hers, his arm tight around her waist.  It 
was still dark out, but she could tell that daybreak wasn't 
far off.   If she got up now, she would have enough time to 
go home and change before heading for work.  She slipped 
out from Mulder's hold and he turned onto his back, still 
sleeping soundly.  She glanced at him quickly before 
searching the room for her clothes.  They were in a pile at 
the foot of the bed along with his.  As she gathered them, 
she held them up against herself and made her way to the 
bathroom.   She looked at herself in the mirror as she began 
to dress and felt......nothing.  Numbness coursed through 
her entire being, and her movements were automatic as she 
zipped up her skirt and stepped into her shoes.  She took 
one last look in the mirror and smoothed her hair.  She 
moved slowly into the bedroom past a sleeping Mulder, 
looking away from him as she put on her blazer and 
then........just walked out the front door.