The Ghosts Of Love

by Leebeedo

ACT I

"You really do love this movie, don't you?"  Marita asked as she gently tightened her grip around him.

"Well - yeah…"  Mulder admitted as he looked back at her plaintively, hoping she wasn't disappointed.  "I've been watching this stuff since I was a kid."

A kid - she thought lovingly.  She adored this man, everything about him.  They were lying together on his couch, she behind him with her arms around his torso.  "Abbot and Costello" was running on the VCR.  She wasn't enjoying the film, but she was enjoying his reaction to it.  Her handsome FBI agent husband was laughing like a little boy.  It was late Saturday night and she had never been happier.

"You are so cute…" she muttered as she bent her head to kiss his cheek.  The scent of her blonde hair suddenly aroused him and the two became enraptured with each other.  Abbot and Costello were forgotten.

This special time together was suddenly disturbed by a frenzied knock on his door.

"Mulderrrrrrrrrr" a female voice wailed outside.  He recognized it.

He jumped up and ran to the door.  "Shit, Dana!  what's wrong!"  he shouted panicking.  His partner Dana Scully stood there in a stained, green cocktail dress.  She was carrying a bottle of some kind of alcohol, although he wasn't sure what and it was obvious she had been drinking heavily.

"Nothing's wrong!"  she slurred loudly.  "I wasz in your neighborhood and I really n-needed..'hic'-a place to crash-I didn' thing you'd mind?"

Mulder was horrified.  "Did you drive in that condition, Dana?"  he asked as he struggled to keep her standing up.

"Course!"  she announced.  "And not one goddamm cop came near me-…"  she wobbled in his arms and then noticed he wasn't alone.

"Oh-Hello, Marita-."  she slurred.

"That was very careless of you, Dana, to drive drunk."  Marita replied coldly.  "You might have hurt someone-or yourself."

Mulder looked desperately at Marita.  "What do I do here?"  he asked.

"You had better take her home, Fox."  Marita offered.

Mulder gave her an apologetic glance.  He was being forced to make a choice

"Marita…this won't take long" he promised as he threw Scully over his shoulder.

She stared at him, a long, pale blue look.  "It's alright, dear."  she replied softly.

ACT II

At Dana's apartment, Mulder struggled to get her into her bed.  "Take my dress off-" she wailed.  Mulder complied and pulled the tight green dress over her head.  She wore nothing underneath but a pair of black panties.

"You're staring at my breasts" she giggled drukenly.

"Cut it out, Dana, you're making an ass out of yourself!"  he said as he pulled up her comfortor and tried to fight off his incredible desires.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards him.  "Baby…"  she whispered.  "I wan't you."

"Fuck you, Scully, you tricked me, you're not even drunk!"  he said angrily as he tried to draw away from her, but her desperate hands had now wandered into his trousers.

"I got you big time!"  she joked as she pulled him towards here and imprisoned him with a kiss.

Mulder's long dormant desires for Scully were suddenly awoken and without thinking, he drove into her, again and again…

Hours later he awoke.  "Shit!"  he said angrily and woke her up.

"Where you going, handsome-" she asked lustily.

He quickly got dressed.  "Back to my wife, if she'll ever forgive me for this.  I think you need to get over this-get help.  I don't like to see you living your life like this.  Fucking every man in sight and now you are trying to break up my marriage.

ACT II

"Darling"  the note read  "Call me in New York when you've made your choice.  Until then, I don't think I should be wearing this.  I love you Marita"

"Fuck, Fuck!"  he swore angrily as he tore the note into little pieces.  He placed her ring on his baby finger for safekeeping, grabbed the phone and dialed her apartment in New York only to get her service.  "This is Marita Mulder speaking."  her smooth, quiet voice said.  "I'm away with my husband until Monday.  Please leave any urgent messages with my office at - "  Mulder panicked and hung up before hearing the rest of the message.  She must not be at home or else she would have changed her message!  Marita compulsively changed her message.

"Where is she!"  he wondered outloud.

Desperately he dialed the number again.  "Hi-I need to talk to you" he muttered into the receiver.  "It…it wasn't what you think, honey.  Dana's been off the rails ever since you and I got married, but I talked to her and I think she's going to be okay now-call me?  Please?"  he begged.

"Fuck!"  he swore again as he banged the receiver and trashed his apartment in anger.

ACT III

Monday morning came and Mulder still hadn't heard from Marita.  He barged into his office at 8:30 a.m.  to find Dana already there.  "Hi handsome" she greeted him as she sat in his chair.  Her skirt was shorter than usual, and she wore no shirt under her deeply cut jacket.

"Did my wife call?"  he asked, trying not to look at her.  A year ago he would have been thrilled by her sudden sexual aggression.  Now he was afraid of it.

"Kiss me!"  she demanded as she pulled him towards her.  Before he could stop himself he had returned her embrace and was kissing her deeply.  "Mmmm-you didn't shave" she observed as she touched his cheek.  "I didn't sleep either-look Dana-I can't do this."  he objected as he pushed her away.  "I can't reach Marita in New York and I'm worried about her."  He twisted her wedding ring on his finger and wiped the memory of Dana's succulent lips from his mouth.

Dana sighed.  "O, don't tell me she's in a snit about us?"

"That was a dirty trick you pulled the other night, Dana" he yelled.

"You didn't think so when you spent the rest of the night fucking me."  she laughed.

Mulder reddened.  "Look, you took advantage of me.  I lost control!"

"I'll say you did.  If I had known you were that good, I would have seduced you years ago?"  she smiled, satisfied and catlike.

"Dana" he said with concern.  "Why don't you take some time off and get a grip".

"I had my time off remember?"  she gulped, he eyes brimming with tears.  "I took a month off just after you married her and came back just in time to hear the happy news of her pregnancy!"

Fox Mulder sighed.  This was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.  "Dana-I love Marita-and nothing you say or do is ever going to change that.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find my wife."

Dana wiped the tears angrily from her face.  "I wouldn't worry.  She's probably snug in a rug with Comrade Krycek" she replied hurtfully.

Mulder swallowed hard.  Krycek.  Marita's great love.  Sometimes he wondered if he would ever measure up to the murderous Russian.  Whenever she spoke of "Alex" her eyes took on a faraway look.  She had loved him passionately and for a long time, but Krycek's activities had ended their affair.  Mulder himself had now known Marita for two years.  They had been a couple for 8 months, married for four.  Marita had become pregnant almost immediately and he wondered if things had happened to quickly.  Did he catch Marita on the rebound?

"Krycek…"  he muttered aloud.  "What rock does he live under these days, Dana?"

"I wouldn't know!"  she said petulantly as she sat down in her chair and deliberately spread her legs.  "But you can bet your little wifey is right there with him!"

"You're wrong, Dana" came a voice behind them.  Marita stood at the door.  She looked luminous in an ice blue dress.  She was not yet showing her pregnancy, yet her skin glowed with the proud knowledge of the child she carried.

"I haven't been with Krycek I've been with Fox's mother."

"You went to my mom's?"  Mulder asked incredulously as he ran towards his wife.  "I was so worried, I nearly went crazy-why didn't you call?"

"You needn't have worred" she replied.  "I just needed to think."  she said as she stepped back warily.  "Fox, your mother told me I'm too jealous, that I'll have to learn to share you".

"You'll never have to share me" he said as he grabbed her and kissed her hungrily.  She hugged him possessively and looked coldly over his shoulder at the shocked, white face of Dana Scully.

"He's mine" she said calmly to the red haired girl.

"Dana, I'm taking the rest of the day off!"  Mulder said without looking at his partner.  He put his arms about Marita's shoulders and led her from the office.  "We can finish watching Abbot & Costello!"  Marita suggested quietly.

"Forget it-" Mulder replied.  "I've got other ideas…"

Dana Scully took a deep breath.  She was defeated.

ACT IV

"Do you finally have him out of your system?"  Krycek asked as he stroked Dana's red hair.  "I think so  I think I'm finally over him" she muttered sleepily.  She was lying in Krycek's arms in the very bed she had used to seduce Fox Mulder a few night's before.

"I guess I just needed that closure.  I needed to be with him, just once.  I needed to know if it would be enough to take him from Marita.  It wasn't.  He really doesn't love me, Alex.  I've come to terms with that.  It's just you and I now…"

Krycek squirmed jealously in her arms.  "I love you Dana.  I wanted to kill him for taking Marita away from me.  Now the only thing that bothers me is that he's slept with you!"

She traced his shapely mouth.  "You'll always have a reason to hate him."  she joked.  "My night with him meant nothing.  All I care about now is you.  I'm free.  Free to love whom I choose.  And I choose you, Alex."  They kissed passionately.

Alex Krycek felt victorious.  Finally, at last, the sensuous Dana Scully was his.  It had taken him a long time to convince her that it was love between them, and not just sex or revenge against Marita and Mulder.  They could both now go on with their lives having freed themselves of the ghosts of love.  The future indeed looked happy.

The End

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