A Granted Wish Part 5

A Granted Wish V by Danielle

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A Granted Wish (Part V) by Danielle

Dana awoke suddenly and looked around disorientedly, trying to determine what had awoken her. Fox slept soundly next to her, his arm resting heavily on her hip and his light snores rustling her hair. She groped for her watch and winced when she saw the time. So damn late. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep but something nagged at her. A voice called to her. *Dana, I need to talk to you. Wake up, Dana, wake up.* Her eyes flew open, all trace of sleepiness gone. The voice had sounded like Alain. Knowing that she would not be able to sleep with this preying on her mind, she gently extracted herself from Mulder's clinging arms. He murmured, scowling slightly, but did not awaken.

She did not bother putting on a robe, simply slid on some shoes and flew out the door and down the stairs. At the porch door, she paused, considering whether she should run back up and grab her gun. But her instincts nixed that idea and she quietly exited the house. In Dana's rush, she did not notice the loving green eyes watching her from the top of the stairs. No, Dana was too busy dashing to the gazebo, *knowing* that was were he was waiting for her. Alain. Roland.

He waited outside the gazebo, serenely sitting on grass. His long curly blond hair brushed his shoulders and his colorless eyes beatifically at her panting form as she skidded to a stop in front of him. "Hello Dana. Long time no see."

Scully fought to catch her breath, inwardly marveling at his calmness, "Hello Alain."

"Actually, my real name is Roland. I was only Alain for that time sixteen years ago. You weren't ready to know the real me then."

Well he was not one for pleasantries, Scully thought peevishly to herself. Just jump into the explanation, Mulder would love him. "And I am now? Who or what exactly are you? What is going on? How are you involved in this case?" Two can play this game, she thought as she planted exasperated hands on her hips. I am an FBI agent, trained to ferret out answers and I will get my answers!

He laughed and held up a hand to stop the flood of questions. He grasped her wrist and pulled her down next to him. So much for the empowerment of height, she thought ruefully. "Sit and stay awhile. And calm down, I am going to give you all the answers that I can. This will be a bit confusing for you and definitely not easy to explain. Now, where should I start," he wondered out loud.

Dana supposed she should be profoundly disturbed by the fact that this *man* has just admitted to having two personas. Or that she was sitting in dewy grass in her nightclothes with no real desire to be anywhere else, except for perhaps, Mulder's arms. "Well, the best place to start is usually at the beginning. Unless you prefer my partner's method, which is to start at the most outlandish, extreme point and barrel on from there."

"Ah, yes, the infamous Spooky Mulder. He is a handful, isn't he?"

Scully immediately stiffened, perceptibly moving away from Alain to gaze suspiciously at his placid face. "How do you know Mulder? How did you know his nickname is Spooky?" She narrowed her eyes at him, impatiently waiting for an answer. It was one thing for him to know things about her, but knowing personal items about Mulder was strange and possibly dangerous. She would have no one, no matter how benign seeming, threatening Mulder. No one.

"Calm down, Dana. I pose no threat to Fox Mulder. The only I know of him is because of you. It is my job to know about everything that affects your life. Dana, it always has been."

She relaxed, but remained silent, letting him direct the course.

"Dana, do you remember Melissa's guardian angel and your skepticism?" At her nod, he continued, "Well, you were always the difficult one. Missy had no trouble believing me when I told her, but I knew your innate suspicion would prevent you from accepting my role in your life. As your guardian angel."

He paused to let that sink in, waiting for outbursts and denials. There were none. Good girl, Dana, wait for the out story before flying off the handle. He could see why Fox relied on her so much. She was careful and intelligent, waiting for him to screw up. "I was appointed as your and Melissa's guardian angel. I must say I was blessed with a wonderful pair. Melissa had such an openness and a willingness to believe, whereas you had the capacity to believe and the heart to follow through with what you believed. The only catch was that as the sensible one, you never sensed my presence, while on the other hand, Melissa knew about me since she was a toddler."

She finally broke her silence, "How old are you? How did you become an angel?" There was no surprise or disbelief coloring her tones. Just curiosity.

"I don't remember how old I am. Age doesn't really matter anymore. As for how long I have been an angel, I don't know. It seems as if I have always been one. The closest I can give you to a time frame is since before you and Melissa were born. But this is all besides the point, what you really want to know is why you are here now. Why I am."

She nodded, "Nothing about this case makes sense. Nothing about the way I'm acting makes sense. Or Mulder either. It is like we are different people living in a different world."

Roland shook his head admiringly, appreciating the acuity of her mind, "You were always too smart for your own good, Dana. This case doesn't make sense because it doesn't exist. You and Mulder are different because this," he waved a sweeping arm, "this is not reality but an articulation of your wish."

She whispered, "What wish?"

"The wish you made when Mulder disappeared. The wish in which you wanted one chance to show him your love. A chance to make him want to return your love. Well, it was my dream come true. Finally, I had something to work with, something you really wanted. Something I could partially give you."

"What do you mean partially?" Scully did want to hear the answer but she had never backed away from something she feared. She wasn't about to start now. But she still didn't want to hear Roland's answer.

"I am an angel, Dana, not God or whatever you want to call Him. I can't force human behavior, I can only offer the opportunity for humans to act out their deepest desires and hope that they remember them. You see, this is all a dream. Not a single thing about the past two weeks is real. It is real in the sense that you are actually feeling and acting as humans normally would, but you are doing so in a sort of suspended. . .universe. A temporal heaven, if you will. I am offering this alternate reality to give you the chance to finally realize what will make you happy. Fox Mulder."

She stared at him, stricken, her large blue eyes glowing eerily in the dark, "So none of this is true. The things Mulder and I did, the things we said," her voice dropped to below a whisper, "the love we admitted to?"

His face lost its placid expression as compassion and love flooded into it. He gathered her to him and gave her a reassuring hug, "Oh, it is all true, Dana. But your real self has yet to realize it. I am helping *that* Dana get what she wants by giving *this* Dana the fulfillment of her wish. I am a guardian angel granting a wish. Because it was such a potentially dangerous wish, I could only do the granting in a suspended environment. If I did in real time, I would not be able to determined the consequences. Especially with all the enemies you and Mulder have acquired."

"The devilman you mean. The devilman is Cancerman."

"Yes. I won't lie to you, Dana, he poses a serious threat to your relationship with Fox. To your lives. Therefore, the real Dana and Fox have to consider that element of danger when they decide to further their relationship. If they decide to do so."

"If? Can't you tell me the future? What is going to happen to Mulder and myself?"

"I wish I could, honey, but I am only a helper. I help the future along but I cannot predict it or bend it to my will. If you and Fox decide to take your friendship to another level, the two you have to do that without any prompting. Your love must be strong enough to appear on its own accord because it will affect your future and the future of others. That is too great a responsibility for me to tamper with."

That angered her and she exploded, "But isn't all this tampering with the future? If I awake back in real time and remember, your actions will have changed my future and that of Mulder's. Everything will be different. Everything *is* different."

"Dana, you're not going to remember any of this when you return. I have only planted the awareness in you, that you are incomplete. It will be up to you to discover what is missing from your life. It will be up to you to realize that you have been in love with Fox for years and to get past all your worries and insecurities."

"If that is so, why the case? Why go to such trouble for a dream?"

"This is not a dream, Dana, but an alternate reality. I had to make it as realistic as possible for you to accept it. I had to make it as convincing and real-time realistic as possible for you to accept the other incongruities, such as the fact that Mulder falls asleep every night."

Scully pulled from his embrace and stared vacantly into the night. All this was not real. She had not declared her love to Mulder and he hadn't declared his love for her. They hadn't really touched, caressed, or held each other. Back in real time, everything was the same. Status quo. They were partners separated by guilt, grief, and fear. Tears began to roll down her cheeks but no sound emerged from her lips.

Roland watched her, torn with grief that he couldn't alleviate her pain. He cursed the strictures of his role. Why can't I do more, why, he thought despairingly to himself. A gentle hand on his shoulder ceased his recriminations and he smiled wanly as his lover sat next to him. Dana sensed the new presence and lifted a tear-stained face to gaze questioningly at the new figure, "You are Audrey, aren't you? If that is your real name."

The young woman smiled as she absentmindedly rubbed circles on Roland's back. Judging the dewy perfection and clarity of Audrey's face, Dana guessed she that she was the other woman's senior. Of course, if Audrey were an angel she could be any age. However, Scully didn't think an angel would be making such obvious romantic gestures. Angels didn't have love lives, did they?

Audrey answered her unspoken query, "As a matter of fact, we aren't supposed to. Roland and I are sort of breaking the rules, which is one reason why he can't extend this interlude much longer. I'm afraid that because of me, Roland's abilities have been severely curtailed." Roland made a move to protest Audrey's self-castigation, but she laid a finger against his lips, silencing him, "Darling, you know it is true. Angels are not supposed to fall in love with mortals, much less make love to them. And if they do, once they have gotten caught they really should end the transgression. But you didn't. Partly because you couldn't and partly because I refused to let you go. Now everything is screwed." She ended succinctly, turning frank but sad eyes in Scully's direction.

Scully was intrigued, momentarily forgetting her despair, "So you are alive then?"

Audrey shook her head, "No. I was killed five years ago along with my three friends. Don't you see, Dana, the four of us, Gina, Frankie, Grace and myself died at the hands of the serial murderer that was terrorizing New Orleans five years ago."

The redhead sucked in a sharp breath, "The case Mulder was sent here to work on. The one where he got sick and pulled off to go to California on another case."

Audrey looked at Roland. "You better tell her. Might as well get it all out in the open."

Roland shrugged, "I'm the reason Mulder got sick, Dana. I couldn't have him working on the case because. . .because I was formulating the plans for this temporal heaven. I couldn't have him running into myself or the girls, not before he had met you. Otherwise this alternate reality could not have happened. You see everything you know about the girls is true, just five years old."

"That is when you met and fell in love with Audrey?"

He nodded, "I was following the killer because one of his intended victims was one of my charges. It just so happened that I met Audrey and got a little distracted." A look of pain twisted his handsome features and he shuddered. Audrey cupped her hands around his face and forced Roland to look at her.

"It is not your fault, Roland. I made my choice. The girls made their choice. Who is to say that we wouldn't have attracted his attention anyway. He had the same powers you did, but he was twisted."

Scully’s eyes darted back and forth as she tried to make sense of their cryptic talk, "Who was the killer?"

Roland looked at Scully, obviously startled to find her still with them, "Another angel. One who let the power go to his head and started making life and death decisions. I was sent here to stop him. However, I got involved with Audrey and wasn't careful. He found out and decided to save her and her friends from my wicked behavior. He killed them."

Roland looked away, reliving his own guilt-filled memories, so Audrey continued the story, "Because of Roland's transgressions he should have been ordered to stop mixing with mortals and have his powers taken from him. However, because of the unforeseeable and terrible acts of the other angel and the despair Roland had to endure as a result of those actions, he was merely reprimanded and had his favored status revoked."

"How does that effect me?"

"It made it harder for him to grant your wish. He had to wait and recruit my and the girl’s help. Miss Eloise, too, before he could initiate the plan. He couldn't help warn you of Melissa's death. He could only watch

over the two of you and hope for the best."

Scully stared at him incredulously, "You knew about Melissa's death? You knew about her and didn't help her?"

Roland leaned toward her, only just refraining from touching her, "I'm so sorry, Dana. But I wasn't allowed to help you or Missy. I wasn't allowed to interfere in what was meant to be. I'm so sorry, if I could have saved Melissa, I would have."

Scully stared at him with accusing eyes, wanting to yell and pummel his angelic face. Just as suddenly as her rage filled her, it left, leaving her defeated and empty. Her anger would serve no purpose. How could one fight a superior power? A power that made all the decisions. Her shoulders sagged and she murmured, "What now?"

Roland held her hands in his, "Your time is almost up. You must return. My powers are weakening. I am still very much on the disgraced list, especially since I continue to love and see Audrey. And Audrey and the girls have very limited powers; they will not be able to sustain this reality by themselves."

At her blank look, he gave her a shake, "Dana, you only have a few hours left. You must make the most of it. You must make sure that you leave your mark on Fox. So when he wakes up, he will always feel incomplete. A mark that he will foggily remember and urge him to explore the possibility of loving you."

She was still uncomprehending and Audrey decided to be blunt, "Go back to the house, Dana, and make love to Fox. Become one. Be as intimate as possible with him, share you whole soul with him. Mark with you love. If it is meant to be, he won't be able to hide from it for long."

Comprehension dawned and Dana scrambled to her feet, "How much time do I have left?"

"One hour."

Scully turned to run, but quickly twirled around again and dropped to her knees. She fiercely hugged both apparitions, pausing to lock her eyes with Roland's. "I *know* you did everything you could and I know Missy does, too. She wouldn't want me to hate you. I don't think I can hate you. So, thank you, Roland. Thank you for granting my wish. I promise you I'm not going to let him go. If you and Audrey can do it, so can Mulder and I."

They returned her hug and pushed her off into the night. As she ran back to the house she remembered to call out, "Thank the other girls, too, and Miss Eloise, whomever she may be."

Scully got back to the house in record time and darted up the stairs to her room. She slowed down at the door and caught hold of her rapid breathing. She had one hour. One hour to give Mulder a night he won't, can't ever forget. She touched a slim finger to her lips and was surprised to find them curved into a wide smile. She opened the door and prepared for the seduction.

Mulder awoke to the smell of burning wax. He sleepily blinked open his eyes and saw candles of various sizes, dotting the dresser and bedside tables. The scent of roses permeated the room. He hurriedly sat up and scanned the room for Scully. When his eyes finally alighted upon her, all he could do was gape.

She stood at the foot of the bed, naked. Her left hand held a red rose which she swished softly against the crest of her breasts. Her right hand enticingly stroked the swell of her upper thigh, fingers rustling the red curls of her femininity. Yet, it was her eyes that transfixed him, they were slumberous with the promise of passion and love. They seared him.

He croaked, "Scully?"

She smiled her special Scully smile that all too rarely and walked over to his side of the bed. He moved over to let her sit and she playfully rubbed the rose against his lips, "I love you, Mulder. And I don't want to wait any longer to fully share my love with you. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? We have to take advantage of the now." She leaned in, excruciatingly close, her lips hovering over his, "Make love with me, Fox. Right now."

His eyes widened and his sleep dulled brain tried to formulate an appropriate response, "Okay."

She smiled wantonly and climbed over, dropping the rose on the floor. She straddled his hips and sat back, the crevice of her bottom resting against his engorged member. He lay supine, dumbfounded by the turn of events. To help remind of his role, she suggestively rolled her hips against his groin and leaned to rub her breasts against his chest. He needed no further prompting. With a moan of long suppressed need, he clasped her face between his hands and brought her mouth down to his. Her lips opened wide as he hungrily kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every crevice. His hands drifted from her face to her body, lingering at the deep indentation of her waist, the flair of her hips and the curve of her rear. Without dislodging his mouth from hers, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Only then dragging his mouth from hers.

He looked at the sprite sitting atop of him with her tousled hair and kiss swollen mouth. Her big blue eyes were heavy with desire, a desire for him. Mulder growled low in this throat, "Dana, honey, I want this to last, but I don't think I am capable. I want you too much."

She bent her head to suck a flat hard nipple, mumbling around her ministrations, "I don't want you to do anything you don' want to, Mulder. All I require is that somewhere along the way. . .you find yourself in me."

His hazel eyes slid close as he pictured her request. He pulled her head away from his torso and pushed her gently until she lay next to him. He got up from the bed and faced her lounging from. She was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow. He stared at her for long moments, communicating the depth of his love with his eyes. When she smiled, he relaxed and slowly shoved his sweats off his body. Then he stood sentinel-like, waiting for her reaction.

Dana let her eyes cruise over his broad shoulders and tautly muscled arms. She admired his strongly corded neck and finely haired chest. One finger reached out to trace the ridges of his stomach muscles, dipping curiously into deep belly button. She smiled slightly when he shivered, but made no other movement. He wanted her to finish looking at him. She fought back a laugh. She hadn't realized her partner was so vain. He shifted to remind her of her task and she went back to it with pleasure.

Her eyes skipped over his sex, saving that for last and traveled down the length of his long legs, over his hard thighs and calves to his long, highly arched feet. Only when she had completed her visual tour did she turn her eyes to his midsection and was awed. Dana had always preferred big men and Mulder with his litheness was somewhat of an anomaly. However, he wasn't lithe everywhere. She sucked in her breath and stared at his large, obviously ready shaft. The thick organ was red with tightly leashed passion and strained up toward Mulder's navel. "Oh my."

Mulder grinned with delighted glee at her favorable reception and jumped back in bed with her. "Not bad, huh," he crowed as he moved to settle between her thighs. He propped himself up on his hands and looked down at her expectantly, waiting for more accolades.

Dana was not about to encourage this unseemly display of vanity and decided to remind him of her own *charms*. She raised her legs high and wrapped them around him. She then angled her hips so the tip of his penis lay at her hot, wet entrance. She moved imperceptibly so he slipped in her slightly.

"Dana," he squeaked breathlessly.

She leaned up to nip at his chin and pressed the heels of her hands against his flanks, trying to push him in deeper. "Mulder, I have no time for your patience. I want you *now*." Then she clenched her vaginal muscles, pulling him deeper into her. He moaned hoarsely and fastened a worshipping mouth to her breasts. He sucked voraciously for a long while, fighting her efforts to force him in deeper. He lifted his head and stared into her demanding eyes. "You want this," he questioned as he slowly thrust the whole of his length into her tight channel. She whimpered and violently nodded her head, her nails lightly digging into the small of his back. He stopped, concentrating on the curtain of hair that haloed her head. He shifted his weight so he could thrust his fingers into her red curls, "I love your hair. Every night when you are asleep, I bury my nose and mouth in it. So the scent never leaves me." Then he just as slowly withdrew until only the tip of him remained in her.

She whimpered again, "Fox, please."

"Please what? Tell me what you want, Dana."

"You. Inside me," she panted.

He ignored her request, preferring to work her into a rapture of pleasure. He repeated his torturous actions, thrusting deeply, sometimes to the depth of her womb, before entirely withdrawing. He did it again and almost undone when she clenched tightly around him, refusing to relinquish him. He grimaced, mentally battling to gain control of his raging desires. Just as he regained some semblance of self-control, she reached between their bodies and caressed him where he joined her. He was lost. He thrust deeper, filling her tight center, "You win."

She smiled, but her eyes were serious, "We both win."

Dana pushed her hips into his, moaning loudly. He started moving more quickly, keeping time with her frenetic motions. Her moans were wild and guttural as their bodies pressed into each other in rapid rhythm. He drank in the sight of her untamed passion, belying any facade of poise and control. Intent on heightening her pleasure further, he reached down to manipulate that hidden center of nerves. She gasped, shuddering as bliss invaded her, tightening her nipples and prickling her flesh. Before she succumbed, she quickly removed his hand. When he looked questioningly at her, Dana breathlessly explained, "I want to be with you. Partners in everything. Pain and pleasure."

Her words excited him as no action could. Mulder felt a ringing in his ears and a low pressure building at the base of his scrotum. His whole body throbbed. He kissed her again, fiercely sucking and biting at her lips. She retaliated, her scoring his back.

He slammed into her purposefully, unmindful of how forceful he was being. He was too lost to passion, to the intoxicating scent of her to be gentle now. But Dana didn't mind. She wanted all of him, she wanted to absorb him and meld with as one. Her breath quickened and she felt the rising tide of her orgasm. Dana opened her heavy lids and locked her eyes with his. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, reflecting the storehouse of love, passion and fealty that had been collecting for years in their hearts and minds. In their souls. When she tumbling over the edge, her cries soft and seductive in his ears, he followed, eager to experience everything with her. Right before the intensity of their mutual orgasms blacked them to all feeling except pleasure, he whispered, "My love. Always."

Annapolis, Maryland Dana Scully's apartment August 20th

Dana landed with a thump on her rug covered floor. She looked around distractedly, trying to determine what had disturbed her nap. She looked at the couch and thought about how much like Mulder she was getting. Sleeping on the couch. Mulder. She closed her eyes as she realized it must be he who was pounding at her door with apparent disregard for her neighbors. Her suspicions were confirmed when his imperious voice came through the wood, "Dammit Scully, hurry up and open the door. What's taking you so long?"

She scrambled to her feet and went to open the door, absentmindedly rubbing her tender behind. As soon as the door was open, he pushed past her and lopped into the kitchen. His only greeting was, "What's wrong with your ass?"

She shook her head at his behavior and padded into the kitchen after him. Her stomach grumbled when she registered the fragrant aroma emanating from the white bags he placed on her counter. "Yum, that smells good. What did you bring for dinner?"

He set down two tapes next to the bags and looked at his partner. Scully looked cute, standing there in her baggy sweats and Johns Hopkins sweatshirt. He shook his head, not sure where that thought came from. "Sleeping on the couch, huh? Getting as bad as me, Scully. Next thing you know you'll be watching porns, eating sunflower seeds, and tracking UFOs."

She grimaced at him, "I already do"

He purposefully misunderstood her, trying to trigger her temper, "You watch porns, too? What's your favorite?"

Scully scowled at him, "You are too funny for words, Mulder. I am speechless with internal laughter. I meant the sunflower seeds. Which reminds me, I'm hungry and you must feed me. Now. Whaddya bring?"

He grinned unrepentantly, "Don't get mad at me, Scully. I always have your best interests at heart. In fact, I brought some of your favorites because I care so much. Seafood gumbo and red beans and rice."

Her smile was beautific, "Oh Mulder, remind me to kiss you later."

Mulder leered and puckered his full lips, "How 'bout now?"

For a split second, Dana had the urge to take him up on his offer. "Oh no," she thought to herself, "I thought I was getting those feelings under control."

Mulder wondered at the bemused look on her face. Maybe she's going to kiss me. Then he just as quickly reprimanded himself for being a besotted fool. Scully didn't know he was alive, at least not in that way. Suddenly depressed, he turned and got out some plates and began dishing up their dinner.

Scully idly scanned the titles of the two tapes her rented. *The Big Easy* and *Kiss of the Vampire*. She shook her head bemusedly, sometimes there was just no accounting for what made her partner tick. "What's this? New Orleans night?"

He grinned at her, his early moodiness forgotten and her handed her plate, "I say we watch *The Big Easy* first."

She looked suspiciously at him, "Why? Do you think that Dennis Quaid's rear is an unexplained phenomenon, too?"

"Nope. I just want to see all the gratuitous sex they have. You know, there is this one part where he sticks his hand up her skirt and does this thing. . ." he trailed off as she warned, "Mulder."

His grin widened and he moved to the living room, grabbing his tape of choice. "Anyway, I was thinking we could try that. You know, scientific investigation and all that."

Mulder laughed when she dryly retorted, "Mulder, do you *want* me to shoot you again? Don't tempt me to make you into a x-file."

Location Unknown Time and Date Unknown

Roland smiled at the woman next to him. She was so different without the girth, dusky skin, or age. Only the brilliant, loving green eyes remained the same.

"They are going to be fine. It won't be much longer before they come together as they should."

Melissa smiled at her guardian angel, "I know that. They love each other too much to wait much longer." Her smile dimmed as she sensed the other's presence, "I'm just afraid of him, of Cancerman. The forces driving him are getting more dangerous. They are going to need each other more than ever. It is going to get so much more worse before it gets better."

Pensive now, they both looked worriedly at their two charges. The scent of roses wafting around Melissa and Roland.

Fin. Hoped everyone liked it. Sorry about the mixed ending, but I couldn't flout the 1013 tradition too much. Danielle