The End by Harrison Coin

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The End by Harrison Coin

It was over. After all these years of being stabbed in the back, betrayed, and having the rug pulled out from under him, it was over. They had brought down the whole conspiracy, revealed everything. Perhaps more than he had really wanted to know.

So what was he going to do now, now that he knew Samantha was dead, that the Smoking Man was dying a slow, painful death by lung cancer, and not even the treatment used to save Scully could save him. That was the hardest part of all of this, the fact that he wasn't going to pay for his crimes, although in a way, you could say he already was. He supposed he could go back to VC; after all, he was still a great profiler, and they were short-handed. But that didn't feel right, something was missing.

And he thought for a while, and realized what that something was.

It was over, so damn hard to believe, that after all she'd lost, her sister, her mother, nearly her life, that it was over. They had done it. Mulder had found out the truth about his sister; she had gone with him to put flowers on the grave. They had revealed the tendrils of the Smoking Man, or John, as his name turned out to be, ironically enough, his honest-to-God real name was John Doe, how deep they went. She was never placing money on the Bills again.

She should feel triumphant, happy. But she wasn't. The sad truth was the she was miserable. Five years of working alone, having no one, crashed in on her, and it struck her that was why her victory was so hollow.

She had no one to share it with.

No sense being sorry for yourself, she thought, and flicked on the television while her mind went over what her career was going to be like from now on. Teaching forensics to new agents, what a life. And what was poor Mulder going to do? She really couldn't see him going back to VC, they hated him and he hated them.

Just then, she heard an insistent rapping on her apartment door. Mulder's knock. She quickly went over, tuning out her feelings for him, and opened the door up.

"Dana..."

She realized he was in shock. "Get in here, Mulder."

"Yes, ma'am." he chuckled and walked in, but he was pretty obviously still bulldozed. She had been too, when the Lone Gunmen had decoded all of the info on the disk, and sent it out to every single email address they could find over the Internet.

As if he was reading her mind, he said "It isn't the conspiracy that's shocking me, Dana."

Something was wrong with the way he was talking, but it barely registered.

"It's how I feel for you. Oh, man, I can't believe I just said that." Mulder put his face in his hands and started to cry. Scully pulled his head up and settled it into her shoulder.

"Relax, Mulder, just take it easy..."

"Dana, what blocked us from having a relationship before?"

"The rules on fraternization."

"Do they apply to agents in different departments?"

"Of course not, you know..." what he meant cut her off in midsentence. He was planting little kisses on her neck, hands shifting, going over the small of her back. And it all crashed back with a rush, that ever-reliable levy that blocked off her attraction and love for him deciding what the hell, and blew up.

She pulled him closer, feeling the flex of his muscles, hands sliding down and cupping his ass. He traced her jawline with kisses and then his lips locked with hers. Their tongues intertwined even as they began undoing clothing.

He pulled her sweater off over her head, marvelling at her breasts. Her hands slid under his t-shirt and he gasped, hands falling to her hips. She went for his throat this time, and he cried out a little, and his hands strayed to the zipper on her jeans. The zipper seemed to scream as it was undone, covered by the clatter of Mulder's belt buckle. She tugged his jeans open as he yanked hers off. He was in jockey shorts and she was in panties as he took one pink nipple in his mouth, feeling her press him even closer.

As Mulder sucked, his hands explored, feeling the silk of her skin, the curls of her pubic hair. She was much more direct, she simply grabbed his shaft and tugged a little, feeling the vibration throughout her body. She got his jockeys off even as he began pulling away at her panties with his teeth.

When they were both completely nude, Scully reclined on the couch, thighs slightly parted, ready for whatever came next. Mulder slid on top of her, and their skins rubbing together made a sweet friction. She felt his manhood poised to enter her, and she whispered into his ear: "I love you, Fox."

"I love you, Dana." he whispered back and then he entered. They both sighed with pleasure, a long slow exhalation that might have been the wind. He began, moving slowly, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he did. Her sighs and moans became deeper, throatier, and he went faster with each one, unable to stop himself.

Like everything else, they climaxed together, feeling the electricity jump all over each other as it ended and they slumped to the couch.

"My god, that was great."

"It was a release. We must have really gotten to each other sexually was well as emotionally."

"You went to Oxford, and that's all you can tell me?"

"Well, do you need to know any more?"

"I only know that I love you, and I want to be with you..." They kissed deeply.

"So, what do you think the FBI holds for us now?"

"Fox, there's nothing there for us anymore. We don't have a chance in hell of getting normal careers. I don't think I'd like one anyway. I know you wouldn't be able to stand it."

"I don't know, put the Flukeman next to a credit card fraud case, and I'll take..."

"Admit it, you'd take the Flukeman in a New York minute."

"You're right, Dana, I would. So what do we do?"

"Quit? Become police officers? Become ADs?" they both laughed at the idea of replacing Skinner.

Just then Scully's phone trilled. "Hello?"

"Agent Scully, the ADs have been in conference for three hours. As you no doubt know, Director Skinner has been promoted."

"What???"

"Oh, you didn't know. Director Skinner is now head of the FBI, and we've been searching for a suitable replacement. We decided on you. Congratulations, Director Scully."

"Umm, thank you."

"Do you know where Agent Mulder is?"

"No idea." she lied.

"Well, if he does contact you, could you have him call us back? We have good news for him, too."

"I will. Good bye, Mr...."

"Agent. Agent Louwellen Burke. I'm the new guy in the BSPA, me and about seventeen other agents."

After formalities had been gone through, Scully hung up, feeling shockwaves going through her.

She told Mulder the news, and then what Agent Burke had told her.

"What the hell is the BSPA?"

"I think you'd better call in." Scully felt a little worm of concern. Not now, not after they'd just found happiness. Please.

"BSPA, Agent Louwellen Burke speaking."

"Hi, Agent Burke, this is Agent Mulder..."

"Director Mulder."

"What?"

"Director. I take it Ms. Scully told you that you had news."

"Yes. Yes, she did. But I thought she had been promoted..."

"The X-Files have split off, sir, they're something else now."

"What?"

"The Bureau of Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, currently with eighteen agents and one director, field offices opening in every FBI branch across the country."

"Oh my God."

"That was my reaction too, sir, permission to speak freely?"

"Go ahead."

"It's a great honor to be working with you, sir, it really is. It's about time the government invesigated the..."

Good God, he sounds so much like me.

"Let's can the opinions for now, Agent Burke. Right now I'm going to take the weekend off, tell the office to do the same thing."

"Yes, sir. Should I send over the files we're beginning work on? Larry over here is going nuts over the genetic material and technology that organization had, and he's neatly arranged everything."

"No, no, I'm going to be too busy to work. Thanks, bye."

Scully looked up at him as he returned the receiver to the cradle.

"So what was that all about?"

Mulder told her, her face and mouth forming into a little O of surprise. Mulder couldn't help but kiss that O, and it went away, dissolving into a smile.

"So I guess we can stay together after all."

"I guess things turned out all right in the end."

Jeremiah Michaels, the new head of covert operations for the Organization, sat back in his chair, looking at the happy couple as they began planning their new life. They were safely out of the way now.

Oh it had cost them, more than half of their contacts and income, but he had succeeded where others had failed. Now he only had to worry about his good friend Louwellen.

A match flared as he lit a cigarette. Oh, happy days, my friends, he thought, happy days.

END

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