Fletcher2: Rollercoaster 
By: Dana Starbuck
Feedback: dks_starbuck@yahoo.com
Disclaimers:  See Chapter 1
WARNING:  The next few chapters contain some violence and "ick".
THANKS:  Once again, big thanks to Athos, Selena & Rad (welcome back, Rad).
 Your help, feedback, patience and friendship is greatly appreciated.  I
can't do it without you.  And a special thanks to my cyberbro deejay. 
Words can't express my thanks and gratitude.


<<Chapter 26>>

Fletcher's House
Thursday, December 10th, 12:30 PM

<I'm going 'home' for lunch,> Scully thought with a smile as she parked the
car.  <I haven't done that since I was in elementary school.  And this is
the second straight day.  I could get used to this.>  

It had been a crazy week in the labs and she was glad to have a reason to
get away, even if only for an hour or so.  <At least I'm staying put,> she
thought as she unlocked the front door.  <Mulder must not know if he's
coming or going.  He's flown back and forth to New Jersey at least once
every day this week.  And then he comes home and gets grilled by Fletcher. 
Poor guy.  I haven't seen him this tired or this stressed in a long time. 
Maybe I should try to get Fletcher to lay off him tonight.>

She headed for the kitchen first, hoping that Fletcher wasn't upstairs
working.  The first day that she'd come home at noontime, she'd found
Fletcher in her office.  She'd been working on her computer all morning and
by the time Scully had come home, Fletcher had fallen asleep at her desk. 
Scully had been nearly apoplectic when she saw her.  This time, Fletcher
was in the kitchen, sipping from a spoon as she bent over a huge pot
bubbling on the stove.

<She must be feeling better,> Scully thought, noticing that Fletcher was
wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater.  <First time she's been out of
sweats or pajamas since she's come home from New Jersey.  She looks better,
too.  I'm glad she talked me into changing her bandage and putting on a
fresh, smaller one.>  Scully had been horrified the first time she saw the
jagged line that the stitches had made.  The dark line ran from the corner
of Fletcher's eyebrow, across her temple, ending just above her ear.  <At
least the other cuts are healing quickly, and they won't leave any scars.> 
Fletcher's eye was no longer swollen shut, but the sclera was still bright
red.  And the 'shiner' that she sported had grown to a deep purple with a
tinge of yellow around the edges.  <All in all, I have to say I'm pretty
amazed with her recuperative powers.>

Fletcher turned around, a big grin on her face.  <Like the cat that
swallowed the canary,> Scully thought.  <She looks like she's up to
something – something no good, I'm sure.>

"Hungry?" Fletcher asked, setting the spoon aside.  "I've got some homemade
vegetable soup and a fresh loaf of bread."

"You've been busy this morning."

"Sort of."  She leaned over and kissed Scully as she stirred the soup.  "Go
look out on the patio."

"Now?"

"Yes.  I was gonna wait until after dinner, but I wanted you to see it."

"What is it?"

"C'mon,"  Fletcher took Scully's hand and led her out to the patio.  "The
jacuzzi came today.  I made arrangements to have it delivered while I was
home."  She slipped her arm around Scully's waist and kissed her on the
neck.  "I can't wait to try it out with you."

"You've got to be careful, Fletcher.  It probably wouldn't be a good idea
for you to be soaking in such hot water."

"I'll turn the heat down, I promise."

"It does look appealing."  <After the week I've – we've – had, I don't
think I'll want to get out of it.>

"When you come home tonight, I'll fix you a nice dinner, a good strong
drink, and then we can go soak in it."

"Sounds wonderful."  Scully smiled.  "Though I am surprised at your sudden
interest in domestic chores."

"I've been going stir crazy ever since they locked me out of the computers
at work."  Fletcher headed back to the kitchen to get their lunch.  "I
still can't believe Roy found out I was working from home."  She looked at
Scully with a suspicious eye.  "I don't suppose you said something to him,
did you?"

"Not me.  I imagine he knows you well enough to know you'd try to work from
home."

"True, true," she agreed.  "Did I tell you I got the caterers all squared
away for the party next week?" she said, setting a bowl of soup down in
front of Scully.  "And I'm all caught up on the RSVPs for the party."

"You _have_ been busy."  Scully blew gently on her spoon full of soup.

"Just give me a phone and an email account and it's done."

"Mmmm.  Good soup, Fletcher."

Fletcher nodded her thanks.  "Enjoy these nice hot lunches while you can. 
I'm going back to work tomorrow."

Scully raised an eyebrow.  "I don't think so, Fletcher."

"Only for a half day, Red.  I've got to get some of my paperwork caught
up."

"As a doctor –"

"Scully, I'm fine.  Even my wrist is better," Fletcher flexed her hand and
then made a fist several times.  "Of course, we both know what the real
test of my wrist is," she said, her voice lower, her hand dropping to
Scully's thigh.

"Sounds like someone's feeling _much_ better."  Scully removed Fletcher's
hand.  "Enough, 'Romeo'.  I have to go back to work."

"I know, I know.  And I've got a few errands to run today."

"Are you sure you feel up to driving?"

"I'm _fine_, Red.  Having my own personal physician with me every night has
been my miracle cure."

"Uh huh," Scully said, her voice heavy with her skepticism.

"A little TLC – isn't that what the doctor ordered?"

Scully pretended to be annoyed with Fletcher, but secretly she was pleased
to see her doing so well.



Thursday, 5:48 PM

Fletcher parked the Cherokee in the garage.  <Good.  Neither one of them's
home yet.  I've got time to hide their Christmas presents.>  She carried
two large bags into the house.  A small box was safely hidden in her coat
pocket.  She was feeling rather smug at having finished her gift buying for
her two current housemates.  <First time I've enjoyed Christmas shopping in
a _long_ time.  Feels pretty good, too, to have someone special to shop
for,> she thought, grinning.  <Guess there's something to be said for
having a few days off after all.>

She placed the bags in the closet in her office, setting the small box in
her desk drawer.  She locked the desk, then the office.  <There.  Even
Mulder can't snoop around in here.>  She looked at her watch as she headed
back down the stairs.  <Hmmm.  I wonder what time they'll be home?  I
suppose I could call... Nah, I'll just start dinner.>

The phone was ringing in the kitchen.  She picked it up on the third ring. 
"Buchanan."

"Fletcher, it's me."

"Hey, Mulder. How goes the paper chase?"

"We could be in for a marathon.  Cambridge County's one of the largest
counties in New Jersey, with the tax base to match.  As such, they've got a
Public Works department about the size of the British Navy."

"I don't suppose any of their employees own hunting rifles."

"You want all of them, or just the ones that are registered?"

<What I figured.>  "And nothing's coming up? Employee records, work orders,
time cards..."

"All that and a hernia belt to help you lift it all.  Unfortunately, none
of it helps us.  According to everything we've seen so far, there was no
Public Works activity -- including any sewer work -- anywhere near the
crime scenes.  Nothing official, anyway.  Algernon could have been assigned
one place but found an hour here and there to cruise for victims.  We
canvassed the neighborhoods, but it's like Crocker says: These people are
invisible until they tie up the traffic.  Algernon could have set up shop
on someone's front lawn and the residents wouldn't know until they found
out their grass had died."

"Swell," Fletcher grumped.  <The newspaper was a dead end, too. Algernon
could have picked it up anywhere, including outside the county.>  "When
should we expect you?"

"Don't," Mulder sighed. "I need a break from the chopper, and Dillard wants
to do some maintenance anyway.  I'm checking into a motel.  I should be in
the office by ten-thirty."

"I'll see you then.  I'm going in tomorrow."

"Does Scully know?"

"Yeah, Scully knows.  She's not happy about it, but I told her I'd only go
in for half a day."

"Okay."  He sounded doubtful, but Fletcher didn't comment.  "If anything
comes up before then, I'll call."

"Good.  Thanks."



Thursday, 6:50 PM

Scully walked through the front door, cutting through the dining room.  She
stopped to admire Fletcher's handiwork.  Fletcher had set the table in the
dining room with her 'good' china and she'd dimmed the lights on the
chandelier.  Whatever was cooking on the stove made Scully's mouth water in
an instant.

Fletcher was standing in front of the stove, humming.  Scully stopped to
watch her.  <It's too bad it took a gunshot to give her some time off. 
She's certainly needed it.  She's like a different person, more like the
Fletcher I first met three months ago.>

She walked up to Fletcher, slipping her arms around her waist, her face
pressing against Fletcher's back.  Fletcher set her spoon down and turned
around.  "Hey, there," she said softly, her hands on Scully's hips.

"The dining room looks great."

"Thanks."  She bent her head and kissed Scully gently on the lips.  "How
was your afternoon?"

"Okay.  Nothing new for you from the lab, unfortunately."

"Nothing from Jersey, either.  Mulder's head's getting sore from running
into so many dead ends.  What would you like to drink – wine or scotch?"

"Wine, thanks."

"Why don't you go give your feet a rest?  I'll bring you a glass."

Scully went into the den, noticing that Fletcher had built a fire.  <First
fire for us,> Scully thought sitting down on the couch.  <She's really
pulling out all the stops.>

Fletcher came into the room minutes later, a glass of wine in her hand. 
She gave the glass to Scully, then took Scully's free hand in hers.  Scully
gave Fletcher's hand a squeeze as she took a sip from her glass.

"Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes," Fletcher said, sitting down
beside her.

"You're too good to me, Fletcher," Scully said, kicking off her shoes and
putting her feet up on the coffee table.

"Well, my intentions aren't all that honorable," she confessed, her grin
threatening to run away with wickedness.

"Whatever do you mean?" Scully asked, eyes wide with feigned innocence.

"I have ulterior motives."  She brought Scully's hand to her mouth and
kissed it.

"And they are?" 

"Can't you tell I'm trying to seduce you?"

"Gosh, I thought you were trying to cut down the heating bill."  Scully let
go of Fletcher's hand, her fingers brushing against Fletcher's lips.  Her
voice dropped with longing and love.  "Don't you know that all you have to
do is ask?"

"It's more romantic this way."  She kissed Scully lightly on the lips, then
got up from the couch.  "I've got to check on dinner."

- - - - -

Fletcher's robe was at least two sizes too big for Scully, but she tried to
wear it whenever she got a chance.  <I can smell her wherever I go,> she
thought.  She had her hands stuffed in the robe's pockets as she followed
Fletcher outside to the patio.  Fletcher was wearing an old tattered
flannel robe that looked like it would come apart if you washed it any
other way but by hand.  Scully shivered in the cool night air while
Fletcher fiddled with the light switches. Then she flipped the cover back
and said, "Tah Dahhhhhhhh!"  

An unearthly blue glow emanated from the bubbling water.  Steam rose off
the surface into the cool night air, making it look like a modern-day
witch's cauldron.  Fletcher untied her robe and tossed it on the chair. 
Scully shyly followed Fletcher's lead.  She was a little uncomfortable
being completely naked out on the patio, even though she knew no one could
see them.

Fletcher sighed loudly as she slowly eased her body into the water.  "Oh,
man, is it hot, but it feels _sooo_ good."

Scully cautiously stepped in, almost wincing at how scorching the water
felt.  She lowered her body in, sitting beside Fletcher. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she
hummed, feeling the tension slowly ebb from her body.

"Good, huh?" Fletcher asked.

"Divine."  Scully took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly.  "I haven't been
in a jacuzzi in so long."

"When was the last time?"

Scully thought about it. "You know, I can't even remember.  Maybe not since
spring break at Maryland.  They had one at the gym I used to go to, but it
was always chock-full.  The wait was longer for that than it was for the
Life-Cycles."

Fletcher sank down so that the water was almost touching her chin.  Wisps
of steam came off her face.  "I bet it's really beautiful in here when the
snow falls."

"You'd go out here when it's snowing?"

"Sure. They do it in Colorado all the time."  She slid along the bottom so
that she was sitting between Scully's legs.  She leaned back against
Scully's chest.  "Hey, Red."

"Mm hmm?"

"Have I told you today how much I love you?"

"Yes, but you can tell me again," Scully said, her arms around her neck. 
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say it."  Fletcher turned her head and
Scully leaned over to kiss her.  "I'm glad you're feeling better,
Fletcher."

"In a little while, I'll show you just how much better I'm feeling," she
said, her hand sliding up Scully's thigh.

Scully kissed Fletcher again, her hand finding Fletcher's breast, then her
nipple.  She rolled Fletcher's nipple between her fingers as she kissed her
deeply with her tongue.  <I love her so much,> Scully thought, her fingers
tweaking, pinching one nipple, then the other.  <It's only been five days
since we last made love... it seems so much longer...>

Fletcher suddenly broke off the kiss and turned around.  She knelt between
Scully's legs, her body leaning into her.  Scully raised her legs, wrapping
them around Fletcher's waist.  The hot water sloshed up between them as
Fletcher repeatedly pressed her body into Scully's.

"Fletcher..."  Scully tilted her head back, her neck exposed to Fletcher's
kisses.

"What?" Fletcher asked, her lips sliding across Scully's wet shoulders.

"We'll drown each other," Scully said with a smile, gently pushing Fletcher
back.

"I want you so bad," Fletcher said hoarsely.

"Not here, Fletcher."

"Must you always be so prudent, Doctor Scully?"

"Mulder might show up at any time..."

"Not any time _tonight_," Fletcher told her.  "He's giving his inner ear a
rest, spending the night in Jersey."

"Lucky us."  Scully giggled as she kissed Fletcher.  "I hope he found a
motel with in-room movies.  Otherwise, he'll be a bear to deal with in the
morning."

"You're bad," Fletcher laughed, giving her a light swat on the arm.

"Just bad _enough_," Scully purred.  She got out of the water and reached
for her robe.  The sensation of leaving the steaming water and returning to
the cold air made her a little lightheaded.  She belted her robe, then
picked up Fletcher's.

Fletcher stepped out of the jacuzzi and quickly put on her robe.  She
tinkered with the controls, then put the cover back on.  Once she was done,
she turned her attention back to Scully.

"Let's go to bed, Fletcher," Scully said, taking Fletcher's hand.

"Uh uh."  Fletcher shook her head.  "I can't wait that long."

<Come to think of it, neither can I,> Scully thought headily, the wetness
between her legs no longer from the water.

Fletcher closed the patio door behind them, then turned the light off as
she backed Scully into the room.  She pushed the coffee table out of the
way as she eased Scully to the floor near the fireplace.  She followed
Scully down to the floor, grabbing a few pillows off the loveseat as she
did.

"I love you, Red," she said, looking down at Scully as she knelt,
straddling Scully's thigh.

"I love you, too."  She reached up and untied Fletcher's robe.  <I could
never get tired of her body,> Scully thought, her hands running up
Fletcher's sides, then across her stomach.  She watched Fletcher's torso
tremble beneath her touch.  She gently raked her fingernails down
Fletcher's abdomen, then tangled her fingers in the wet curly hair.

Fletcher's eyes were locked on Scully, her breaths shallow and quick.  Her
chest rose and fell with every breath and Scully watched the hard little
nipples rise and fall with them.  Scully suddenly sat up, her lips clamping
down on one of Fletcher's nipples.

"Scully... " Fletcher groaned.

Scully's fingers slid lower and she rolled Fletcher's hard clit between
them.  <Oh, God, I need to be in her, need to feel her... > Scully thought,
moaning loudly.  She plunged one, then two fingers up into Fletcher.  She
pumped her fingers wildly, her other hand on Fletcher's hip, steadying her.

"Oh, goddess... oh, Scully... it's... Just like that... Oh... Oh, yeah...
that's it... don't stop... don't stop, Sculleeeeeeeeeeee..."

"Yes, yes..." Scully urged.  <Here it comes... God, look at her face, it's
so wonderful...>

Fletcher cried out, collapsing against Scully.  Scully slowly lay back,
gently cradling Fletcher in her arms as the tremors came out of Fletcher
and into her.

"Damn..." Fletcher groaned against Scully's neck.  "Too fast..."

"S'okay," Scully whispered, kissing Fletcher's temple.  "I like that I can
make it happen that fast."

"You do make it happen," Fletcher sighed, catching her breath.  <That's
_not_ what I had planned for tonight.  And I certainly didn't expect to
come _that_ fast.  God, you'd think it was weeks since we've touched
instead of a few days.>

Fletcher shifted her body off of Scully and laid beside her.  Looking into
Scully's eyes, she untied the robe and opened it.  The small gold cross and
chain shimmered with the light from the fire.  She slowly pushed the robe
open further, uncovering Scully's breasts.  "So beautiful..." she
whispered, her fingers trailing up and down Scully's body, then drawing
small circles around her nipples.  

Scully placed her hand on the back of Fletcher's neck and drew her to her. 
She kissed Fletcher tenderly, affectionately.  Fletcher responded by
lowering her face to Scully's breasts.  She loved the contrast between the
soft breasts and the hard nipples.  She began to lovingly suck one breast,
then the other, her tongue flicking at the very tip.  She could feel
Scully's fingers stroking her hair, her neck and her shoulders.

"Nice... nice," Scully breathed.

"Mmmmm," Fletcher mumbled in agreement.  <Yes, it is so nice... _they_ are
_so_ nice... I could stay here all night... and would, but I think Scully
might have something to say about that...>  She smiled to herself.  

Fletcher's hand slid down Scully's side to her hip, then the soft curve of
her ass.  She gently pulled Scully close, positioning her hip between
Scully's legs.  Scully began a slow grind against the hard hipbone and
Fletcher could feel a matching wetness between her own legs.  She moved her
hand to the small of Scully's back, keeping her tight over her hip.

Slowly, almost painfully slow to Scully, Fletcher began to kiss and lick
her way down Scully's body.  She replaced the hard, constant pressure of
her hipbone on Scully's clit with a light touch of her tongue.

"Yesssssssss," Scully hissed.  She reached for Fletcher's hands and laced
her fingers through hers.  

Fletcher's tongue was so light, so gentle on her clit Scully wasn't even
sure at first if Fletcher was even touching it.  But her body could feel it
and it responded.  Her hips began rocking, her pelvis tilted up and she
spread her legs even further apart.  No matter how much she moved beneath
Fletcher, no matter how hard she squeezed her fingers, she couldn't get
Fletcher to change the pace, touch her any harder.

And yet, Scully could feel the tension building in her pelvis and spreading
up.  <Please Fletcher...>  The gentle touches suddenly stopped and were
replaced with bold, firm strokes.  She raised her knees, trying to urge
Fletcher down further.  She let go of Fletcher's hands and pressed on her
head.

<I know what you want, Red... I know what you need... but not yet... >
Fletcher thought, her lips surrounding Scully clit.  She squeezed Scully's
thigh, her knee, her ass, then her thigh once again.  She pressed two
fingers against Scully's wet opening, but didn't go inside of her.  

"Fletcher..." Scully moaned.  "Please..."

Fletcher slowly inserted the tips of two fingers and held them motionless. 
Scully squirmed, trying to force her fingers in further.  She grabbed
Fletcher's wrist, pushing them in as deep as they could go.  Fletcher
pulled them partially out, knowing that it was driving Scully crazy with
desire, then drove them back in quickly.

"Oh, God..." Scully cried out.  "Again... don't stop..."

Fletcher sucked hard on Scully's clit, her fingers pistoning furiously.  
Scully's hips moved wildly, her hands clutching Fletcher's shoulders. The
stillness of the room was shattered by Scully's cries as she came.

Fletcher moved up, her mouth smothering Scully's with deep kisses.  Her
fingers still stirred within Scully, their movements matching the action of
her tongue.  Her hips pounded a steady cadence against Scully's and soon
Scully's body shook with another orgasm.

"Oh, God, Fletcher..." she gasped, breaking the kiss off.

"I love you, Scully."  Fletcher held her tight against her body.  "I love
you so much."

"So good, Fletcher... so good..."

Fletcher lifted her head up and looked down at her.  "So, Doctor Scully,
does this mean I pass my back-to-work physical?" she asked with a smile.

"With flying colors," Scully smiled back.

-end-