This was written by Julianne Lee 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 

        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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