From: "starbuck22" Fletcher2:Rollercoaster by Dana Starbuck Feedback: dks_starbuck@yahoo.com Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 Thank yous: Thanks to Athos & Selena for stepping in and "pitch hitting" when I 'lost' 2 beta readers. They seem to joined the starting lineup. And a special thank you to deejay, who's done more than his share of hand-holding, and not just over the beta reads. He's worked his way from the bullpen to the starting lineup, and now he's number one in the rotation. (Sorry, I'm a baseball fan, folks ) <> Sunday, November 22nd, 8:45 AM The sound of a steady knock on the front door woke Scully up. Fletcher was still sound asleep, on her stomach, her face buried in her pillow. Scully quickly got out of bed and put her robe on without disturbing her. Scully thought ruefully. She glanced at the clock on her way to the living room. She looked through the peephole. When she saw it was Mulder, she unlocked the door. "Is Fletcher up?" Mulder asked as he walked into the apartment. "No, she's still asleep. We had a late night last night." "Is she dressed?" "What?" Scully was confused. "Does she have any clothes on?" "Yes. A t-shirt and a pair of sweats." "Good," he said with one of his patented smirks. "Why do you want to know?" Mulder ignored Scully's question and walked past her and into the bedroom. She followed him in, curious to see what he was up to, certain that it was no good. "Rise and shine, Fletcher!" he said loudly. "Go away, Mulder," she groaned, covering her head with a pillow. He sat down on the bed beside her and started bouncing up and down, singing in time to his bounces. "Hah-pee birth! Day! To! You! Hah-pee birth! Day! To! You..." "Mulder, if you don't stop shaking the bed, I'll be forced to do something drastic." "Like what?" "I might...have...to puke on you." She leaned toward him, making a retching sound. Mulder jumped back. As he did, Fletcher rolled off the bed and clobbered Mulder with her pillow, knocking him over. As he tumbled back on the bed, Fletcher pounced on him, sitting on his back and pinning him face down, one arm behind his back. "Say uncle." "Aunt." "Uncle," Fletcher repeated. "Never!" She reached down and began to poke him in the ribs and armpits. Mulder erupted in peals of laughter. Scully's eyes widened. She couldn't believe she was watching two supposed grown-ups acting like this. She folded her arms across her chest and tried to look stern, but it didn't work. Her face dissolved into laughter. "Tell me, Mulder," Fletcher asked as he squirmed and laughed beneath her. "How do you know if a girl is ticklish?" "Give her a couple of test-ticles," he shot back, almost giggling. She continued to tickle him. "No...no more...uncle...uncle," he pleaded. Fletcher got off of him and sat back. Mulder snorted a few more times, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He rolled over and sat up beside her. "Y'know, Mulder, you're the only man I ever let into my bed." "I can see why," he deadpanned. "I don't understand, Mulder. I thought you were into the rough stuff." "No, you must have me confused with somebody else," he replied, looking at Scully. "Mulder!" She grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it. "Kidding, kidding," he said, his hands up in self-defense. "And don't encourage him, either," Scully said, trying to glare at Fletcher, but failing. "You two..." She threw her hands up in exasperation and shook her head. "I'm going to take a shower." Fletcher turned to Mulder after Scully disappeared into the bathroom. "Maybe I'll go join her. Wash her back and..." She smacked her lips and leered at Mulder. "I, uh, I don't want to know about it." Mulder fidgeted. Fletcher leaned over, hooked her arm around his neck and whispered into his ear in a low and throaty voice. "Wouldn't it just about kill you to have to sit out here, waiting, while you know that Scully and I are taking a shower together?" He clapped his hands over his ears. "I can't hear you," he said, beginning to hum loudly. "Just imagine it, Wonder Boy. Scully and I, in the shower, naked, our bodies all wet and soapy." "La,la,la,la,la,la..." "Better than any of your videos, huh?" she laughed, slapping his thigh. "And it'd be happening live, only feet from you, just a door away." She got up from the bed and started for the bathroom. Mulder jumped up and retreated to the living room, Fletcher's laughter following him. Sunday, 12:00 PM "Perfect football weather," Fletcher said, squinting into the bright November sun. "Just cool enough to need sweatshirts, but not too cold." She adjusted her maroon and gold baseball cap, then placed it back on her head. "I ordered it up special," Mulder said with a grin. "Did you expect anything less from me?" "From you, Mulder, I'd expect freezing temperatures and torrential rain," Scully commented. "Oh ye of little faith. How could you doubt me?" "I've known you far too long to expect anything but the worst," Scully fired back. "You really outdid yourself with the picnic, Spooky," Fletcher said, pulling another beer from the cooler. "What I want to know is, who helped you?" "Nobody. I went to the grocery store _myself_ and made the sandwiches _myself_." "I'm impressed. You're not domestically-challenged after all," she laughed. "Hey, I resent that." Mulder pretended to be hurt. "Puh-lease, Mulder. I've been feeding you for years under the pretense that you couldn't fend for yourself." "Which doesn't make _me_ the clueless one." "Point taken," Fletcher grinned, raising her bottle in a salute. "Mulder, did you pack anything for dessert?" Scully asked. "Chocolate chip cookies from the bakery," he replied, pulling out a small bag. "My favorite," Fletcher smiled. "I remembered." "I don't know, Mulder. I may have to open up an X-File of my own on you," Fletcher teased. "You packed a picnic lunch and even remembered a dessert." "And I could open one on you, too," he countered. "Why's that?" Mulder looked over at Scully who had moved to the front seat of the car, looking through her purse for something. "That's more of an X-File than me." "What? Scully dating me?" "Well, yeah," he agreed, "but more _you_ dating anyone more than a week or two." "I guess you'd better check the stars. Maybe the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter's aligning with Mars." "That's about the only plausible explanation I've heard." "For what?" Scully asked, returning. "Uh, why the Redskins are so bad this year," Fletcher lied. "Speaking of which, we should probably get to our seats soon," Mulder suggested. "Good idea. Let me finish my beer first." She swallowed the last of her beer, then returned the empty bottle to the cooler. Mulder locked up the car and the trio headed for the stadium. Sunday, 5:10 PM "Great game, great game," Mulder said as they walked back through the parking lot. "I was ready to leave at halftime," Fletcher said. "Well, when they were down thirty-one points, I thought 'here we go again.' I was really surprised they made a game of it." "Maybe there's some hope for them. And how 'bout those Cardinals? They could make the playoffs this year." Scully walked quietly beside Fletcher, just listening to them. She understood football, had even enjoyed the game, but she wasn't a fan like Fletcher and Mulder. "Where should we go for dinner?" Mulder said, unlocking the car. "Dinner? You had two hotdogs during the game," Scully observed. "And two pretzels and a box of popcorn," Fletcher added. "That was hours ago. By the time we get out of here, it'll be dinner time." "Why don't we stop and get a pizza on the way home?" Fletcher proposed. "By the time we get to my apartment, I might be hungry enough to fight you over the last slice." "How about you, Scully?" Mulder asked. "A pizza would be fine." Sunday, 7:30 PM "What time should I come over on Tuesday?" Mulder asked, picking up another slice of pizza. "Anytime after work. I'll be in Pittsburgh, but I should be home by seven-thirty." She looked over her shoulder for Scully, who had disappeared into the kitchen. "Hey, Scully, are you staying over at my house Tuesday night?" "I didn't know I was invited," she said, returning to the living room, a can of diet coke in her hand. "Consider yourself invited." "Are you sure I won't be in the way?" Scully asked, sitting down beside Fletcher. "Of course not. You'd better be packed and ready to go, Mulder," Fletcher warned. "I want to get an early start." She draped a leg over Scully's lap. "Well, I'm sure they won't be sending Scully and me anyplace so I should be packed." "Good, good. I'll fix us a late supper." "Let me, Fletcher," Scully offered, her hand dropping to Fletcher's thigh. "I need the practice, especially with my trip to my mother's coming up." "Be my guest," Fletcher said with a grin. "I won't ever stand in the way of anyone else cooking - unless it's Mulder." "Hey! I know how to cook," Mulder whined. "Since when? What have you ever cooked that wasn't frozen?" "I've cooked plenty of things." "Boiling water for ramen noodles doesn't count." "You wait, Fletcher. I'll cook you a dinner." "I won't hold my breath waiting. In the meantime..." She leaned forward and grabbed the last slice of pizza before Mulder could. "Do you want a bite?" she asked Scully. "Of the pizza?" "Well, yeah," Fletcher said, a crooked grin on her face. "Unless you're offering to bite something else." She raised her eyebrows several times in a poor imitation of Groucho Marx. "Yuck! You two are making me lose my appetite," Mulder groaned. "I doubt it," Fletcher hooted. "It's probably those five slices of pizza on top of two hotdogs on top of two sandwiches..." "But who's counting," Scully added. "I don't need this abuse," he grumbled, trying not to smile as he got up from the recliner. "You don't have to go, Mulder. We'll behave ourselves." "Nah, it's late. I've got to get a start on my packing." Fletcher set the pizza down and got up. She walked Mulder to the door and hugged him. "Thanks for the great birthday, Spooky." "We'll have to make it an annual event again." "Most definitely. Thanks again," she said, kissing him on the cheek. He was embarrassed and tried to cover it up. "Careful, Fletcher. You know what they say about jealous redheads." Scully gave him the raised eyebrow. "Don't you have to be a threat for me to be jealous?" Mulder staggered, clutching his heart. "Medic!" Scully laughed. "See you tomorrow, Mulder." Tuesday, November 24th, 6:30 PM Scully parked her car next to Mulder's. She reached into the back seat and picked up the bag of groceries. Mulder opened the front door for her. "So what's for dinner, Scully?" he asked, taking the bag from her. "Salad, steaks, baked potatoes." "Sounds like a lot of food just before Thanksgiving." "God only knows what you two will be eating while you're away. I wanted to make sure you had at least one decent meal before hitting the road," she replied, unpacking the groceries. "Did you get packed?" "Yup," he said, proud of himself. "My bag's in my car." "Good, then you can help me fix dinner." The look on his face was priceless. "Are you sure you want me to?" "I trust you with a knife, Mulder. Besides, if you hurt yourself, I'm a doctor, remember?" "Okay, but I'm _not_ wearing an apron." -------------- "How do you feel about being apart on your first Thanksgiving?" Mulder asked as he attempted to cut the carrots. "Fine," Scully asked, surprised that Mulder had even asked. She bent over and picked up the pieces of carrots that had bounced to the floor. "Mulder, let me show you how to do this without making a mess." She demonstrated the proper way to dice carrots, then had him try again. "Better, much better." "Does your family know about Fletcher?" "No." "Are you planning on telling them?" She avoided answering him by asking her own question. "What is this? Twenty questions?" "I'm just trying to make normal conversation, Scully. You're always telling me that my conversation is too focused on UFOs and conspiracy theories." "But does your conversation have to revolve around _my_ personal life?" "You're the only one that's got one, Scully." He put the carrots into the salad. "What's next?" "The cucumbers." "Cucumbers? Y'know what they say about cucumbers, Scully..." he leered. "Don't go there, Mulder," she warned. "Why _is_ a cucumber better than a man?" he persisted. "Mulder..." She waved her knife in front of him. "Okay, okay." "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want me to kick you out of the kitchen so you won't have to help. Nice try, but it won't work. Get chopping!" Tuesday, 7:55 PM Fletcher peeked in the oven before heading into the den. Mulder and Scully were sitting on the sofa together, watching TV. She did a double take at what they were watching. "'What is Mozart...'" Alex Trebek said dramatically, "is right!" Scully looked like the Cheshire Cat. She smiled and held out her hand. Mulder sighed as he handed her a dollar. Fletcher leaned over and kissed Scully on the cheek, then grinned and kissed Mulder on the cheek. "Don't mess with my girlfriend on 'Jeopardy', Mulder." "I knew we should have watched 'Cops'," he grumbled. "How long before we eat?" Fletcher put her briefcase down next to the sofa. "Dinner's ready whenever you are," Scully replied, getting up. "Great. Just let me hang up my coat and wash my hands." "How was your flight?" Scully asked as she put her arm around Fletcher's waist. "Late, as usual. And traffic was a bitch getting out of Dulles." Fletcher put her arm around Scully and gave her a quick one-armed hug. "Can I give you a hand with anything?" "No, it's all set." ------------- "Great dinner, Red," Fletcher said, pushing her empty plate out of the way. "Mulder helped." "Yeah, right," Fletcher said sarcastically. "Really. He made most of the salad." "I did," Mulder piped in. "I had no choice. Scully threatened me with a knife." "You'll get a cooking lesson from me one of these days, Mulder. How do expect to catch some woman if you can't even cook a simple dinner for her?" "I'll spoil her by wining and dining her at all the best restaurants." "Emphasis on _whining_, no doubt," Fletcher grinned. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." "He's got to meet a woman first before he can take her out to dinner," Scully teased. "Well, hanging around with you two isn't helping." "You're meeting women, Mulder. Just none that'll date you." "How 'bout -," he stopped himself. "How about what?" Scully asked. "How about dessert?" he asked, hoping he sounded smoother than he felt. "There's an idea," Fletcher agreed promptly. "Apple pie sound good?" Scully asked, apparently accepting Mulder's quick change of subject. "Always," Fletcher assured her. "With vanilla ice cream," Mulder added conspiratorially. "Ahhh," Fletcher sighed, leaning back in her chair. "There's no place like home." Mulder put his napkin on the table. "I'll get it." "No, sit down, Mulder. I'll take care of it. You and Fletcher can clean the kitchen and take care of the dirty dishes." "Damn, KP again," Mulder swore. "Are you packed?" Fletcher asked Mulder. "Yup. I'm ready to go." "Good. I've just got to make a quick trip to the grocery store tomorrow morning before we pack the car." "No problem. I'll just sleep in a little later." Wednesday, November 25th, 1:45 AM Fletcher moved closer to Scully, her hand slipping up underneath Scully's pajama top. Scully stirred, her body slowly waking up. She shifted, stretching her body, then arching it up to meet the strokes up Fletcher's hand. "What time is it?" she mumbled. "Almost two," Fletcher replied, her lips finding Scully's neck. "Again?" Scully asked with a hopeful smile, her eyes still shut. Scully sighed as she felt her body begin to stir. "Oh, yeah, again..." Fletcher unbuttoned Scully's top, then moved into Scully's arms, a leg wedged between Scully's legs. "Do you think he's asleep?" Scully whispered against Fletcher's lips. "I think so, and if he isn't, does it really matter?" she answered, her hips slowly rubbing against Scully. "No...not at all..." Scully's hands moved up Fletcher's back and she pulled her t-shirt up. Fletcher kissed Scully again and again, her hips continuing to thrust against her in a slow, steady pace. She slid her hands down and Scully raised her hips so that Fletcher could tug her pajama bottoms off. Fletcher lifted her body off of Scully's, but only so she could take off her own clothes. "Much better," Fletcher said, laying between Scully's legs, her breasts mashed against Scully's. She kissed her once, then again. "You feel so damned good, Red...I just love the way you feel against me..." Scully placed her hands on Fletcher's head and kissed her hard on the lips, her legs around Fletcher's hips, her pelvis pushing up against Fletcher's. Scully thought. "Fletcher..." "What?" Fletcher was breathing heavily. "You're getting me so excited..." "Tell me, Red...what do you want...what do you need..." "Touch me...go in me..." Fletcher dropped her hand between them and lightly stroked her fingers across Scully's clit, feeling the warm moisture increase. "How...how do you want it..." She slowly pressed two fingers inside of Scully, groaning aloud at how warm and soft it was. "Slow..." Her fingers slid slowly in and out once. "...or fast..." She quickly moved her fingers in and out, then stopped. "...soft..." Her fingers barely stirred inside of Scully, then she pushed her fingers deeply into Scully, filling her. "...or hard..." Each movement of her fingers caused Scully to respond by moving her hips in kind. "Slow...and hard...and...deep..." Scully replied. Fletcher was turned on, her body reacting in a way that she'd never felt before. She sensed something different between them, unsure what it was. Scully had never before been quite so verbal about her wants, her needs. "You want me to fuck you..." Fletcher croaked. "Yes..." Scully exhaled. "Then tell me that...tell me, Scully..." "I want you..." she stammered. "I want you to...fuck me..." she said in a hoarse voice, her hips seeming to move on their own accord. Fletcher did as requested, her fingers plunging into Scully, slowly and firmly, her hips moving with every thrust. She pressed her thumb down hard onto Scully's clit. "Oh, Scully..." Fletcher gasped. "So good...oh, Fletcher...don't stop...oh, god, please don't stop..." she babbled. "Never...never...oh, Red...almost there...come for me, baby...oh yeah..." Scully clutched at Fletcher, her arms tight around Fletcher's neck and her legs squeezing Fletcher's waist. "Faster...fuck me, Fletcher...oh, god... yes... yes... like that...oh, god, Fletcher..." Scully cried out, her body stiffening, her arms holding on to Fletcher tightly. ------------------ Mulder looked at the clock beside his bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Halfway down the hall, he heard the moans coming from Fletcher's bedroom and he stopped. He rushed past the closed door, only to hear a loud noise, a voice crying out. He ran down the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. -------------------------- Fletcher collapsed atop Scully, her body covered in sweat, her heart racing. She pressed her cheek to Scully's. "I gotta tell you, Red..." she gasped. "I'm getting rather fond of these, uh...wakeups in the middle of the night..." Scully slowly relaxed the hold she had on Fletcher. Her legs fell back to the bed and her arms remained loosely around Fletcher's back. She raised one hand and gently lifted Fletcher's head from her shoulder, then kissed Fletcher's forehead. "Just when I think it can't get any better..." she sighed. "I love you, Fletcher..." "I love you, too, Red...I love making love to you, touching you, feeling you..." She kissed Scully lightly on the lips. "It's going to be hell these next few days, being apart." "You've certainly given me something to remember you by." Scully smiled, hooking one leg around Fletcher's hip. She slid her hands down Fletcher's back to her ass. She squeezed the small behind, pulling Fletcher closer. Fletcher lifted her head higher, hearing a noise. "What?" Scully asked. "Shhh." She cocked her head and listened. "I thought I heard something." She lowered her head to Scully's breast. "Guess not." "Do you think it was Mulder?" "I don't think so. And you know what, I don't care." She propped her head up as she leaned on one elbow. "I refuse to have my sex life revolve around whether Mulder can hear us or not." Scully leaned into Fletcher and kissed her in an effort to silence her. She moved a hand up and placed it on Fletcher's chest, just above her breasts. Fletcher lifted her hand from Scully's waist and covered Scully's hand. "Do you feel it?" Fletcher asked. "What?" "My heart...beating for you..." she said earnestly, her eyes looking into Scully's eyes. Scully remained silent for a moment, wanting to process every feeling, every thought she was experiencing. "I love you, Fletcher." "I love you, too, Red." Wednesday, November 25th, 7:35 AM Mulder strolled into the kitchen, still wearing his sweatpants and faded t-shirt. Fletcher was standing by the backdoor, zipping up her leather jacket. Scully was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, and she was standing in front of the kitchen sink, a glass of juice in her hand. "I'm going to the store to pick up a few provisions," Fletcher said. "Do you need anything?" she asked Mulder. "How about some earplugs?" he asked with a smirk as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Scully spit her juice out, then began to choke, her face bright red. Mulder put his hand on her back. "You okay, Scully?" "Fine, fine," she managed to say. "It just went down wrong." "Uh huh, right." Fletcher glared at Mulder. "Just for that remark, Mulder, no donuts for the road." "What? _No_ donuts? I take it back, I take it back." "Too late." She turned to Scully. "Are you okay, Scully?" "I'm fine." "Do I dare leave you here with Mulder or do I take you with me?" "I won't shoot him _this_ time." "Yeah, been there, done that," Mulder cracked. "I could always aim a little further south, Mulder." "Fletcher, take her with you. I don't trust her not to hurt me." Wednesday, 8:50 AM Mulder loaded the cooler into the backseat and then got into the passenger seat. Fletcher walked down the driveway with Scully, holding her hand. They stopped by the front of the Cherokee and turned to face one another. "Call me?" Scully said. "Why don't you call me? I don't want to interrupt anything with your family." "Okay. I'll call tonight after I go to bed." "Bed, huh?" Fletcher grinned. Her hands moved to Scully's waist and she hugged her close. "Wish I was going to be there tonight." "Me, too." She kissed Fletcher on the cheek. "Have a safe trip. Try to stay out of trouble." "Always." She kissed Scully on the lips. "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you, too." Mulder leaned over and honked the horn. "C'mon, Fletcher, let's go," he called out. "In a sec, Mulder. Hold your horses." She pulled Scully up against her body and kissed her deeply on the lips. "When I get back..." "What?" "I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you for hours," she whispered against Scully's neck, her voice deep and full of lust. Scully's body instantly responded to Fletcher's words and the tone of her voice. She croaked, "and after that?" "And after that you can do the same for me," she grinned. "Can't beat _that_ deal with a stick," Scully giggled. She stroked Fletcher's cheek. "Please drive carefully." She snuck a glance at Mulder. "And make sure he doesn't go too far." "You know it." They had one more hug. "I love you." "I love you, too." It was a few moments before Fletcher reluctantly pulled away and got into the Cherokee. Scully didn't move until the SUV was through the gate and out of sight. <>