TITLE: If It Were My Story (Boxer’s version).

AUTHOR: Triton

Email: triton-x@yahoo.com

or visit my little library at: http://geocities.datacellar.net/triton-x/Fanfic

DATE: December 20th, 1999

DISCLAIMER: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and all related characters belong to that amazing person called Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network. I mean no infringement. I am just borrowing the characters briefly to placate a concerned friend. CC can have them back anytime he likes (well, that does depend on Boxer’s wishes!).

CATEGORY: ST and MSR themes.

RATING: R (Definitely)

SPOILERS: None

ARCHIVE: I have NO idea about this - so please just ask me. Thank You.

(Sure, Fine, Whatever!)

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Boxers snorted and angrily manoeuvred the mouse across the rubber mat until the cursor was positioned over the cross in the top right hand corner of the open browser window. She had just finished reading "Autopsy This" (a delightful little fluff-based fanfic) and she was not impressed.

"Damn, it’s not fair, she got her thrill, but she didn’t get to see his winkie! Is she NUTS? Well, he has nuts, but she didn’t even get to see them!" Boxers grunted and closed the screen, then balled her fists and banged them on the desk. "Now, if this was MY story..."

Staring at the screen, she was startled to hear footsteps approaching behind her, and she twirled around stifling a scream. A deep voice emanated from the image in front of her.

"So, you didn’t like the ending of that story much, did you, Boxers?"

Boxers couldn’t speak. She was too stunned by the presence of the tall, lanky, devishly handsome man standing less than a foot in front of her.

"Oh...how...what...how did YOU get here?"

Fox Mulder smiled gently at her. "You brought me here."

"I did?"

"You wanted to see my winkie!"

"Well, not like this - I wanted to see it appear in the story!"

Mulder grinned, and reached out his hand. "Come with me then, we’ll make up our own story!"

Boxers, overcome by a rush of emotion, shook her head quickly, and took a deep breath to settle her nerves. "But what about Scully?"

"Do you want to be Scully?" Mulder murmured seductively.

Boxers thought for a minute, trying desperately to not get caught up in the deep mesmerising gaze of his hazel eyes. "No, I don’t want to be Scully, I want her to be her and me to be me."

"Hmmm, so, what do you want, Boxers?"

Boxers sat up quickly, and pointed at the blank screen of her monitor.

"I want you to get back into that story, but I want a different ending. Go back into the autopsy bay..."

Mulder interrupted, "No - can’t. We finished in there, that was for Scully."

"What about you, Mulder? What was in it for you?"

"Making Scully smile does it for me!" and Mulder’s eyes drifted away from Boxers gaze as he began thinking of his partner, and small delighted grin played across his lips.

Boxers watched him briefly, then smiled to herself. "I have an idea!" she grinned mischievously as she opened a new document. "Mulder, you can go now!" And he did.

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Scully let herself into Mulder’s apartment after her attempts at knocking on his door provided no response. A quick look around the semi-darkened apartment, and the telltale sound of an electric razor buzzing from behind the closed door of the bathroom, told her that Mulder was occupied. She wandered into the dim kitchen, filled the kettle and connected it to the power outlet, then pulled out a couple of mugs from the cupboard.

Flicking at the off switch just as the water came to the boil, she thought she heard the distant sound of a phone ring, but as she moved in towards the lounge area the sound stopped.

‘Hmm...Mulder has his cell-phone in the bathroom with him,’ she thought to herself, ‘I must keep that in mind next time I call him." Scully grinned as an unexpected, yet pleasant, image came to mind.

In the distance, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and she could hear Mulder’s voice murmuring. From the shadowed recess, she peeked around the corner of the kitchen area to look into the lounge, and paused in mid breath, gasping quietly.

Her intention was to notify Mulder of her presence, but she was rendered speechless as a completely and gloriously naked Mulder wandered into view, a damp towel hanging over his head. Oblivious of her proximity, he was rubbing the towel over his hair, and still talking into the cell phone. He walked over to the desk and reached up to open the venetian blinds a fraction, allowing strips of dappled light to strike his body, highlighting the contours of his taut skin and firm muscles. He turned slightly, and a ray of light crept down his torso until it settled on the solid muscular organ nested amongst a spray of dark springy curls.

Scully stared unabashedly, feeling a slight warmth spread across her face. She knew she should move back into the kitchen, to give Mulder the privacy he assumed he had. She then realised that if she did move back, this may alert him to her uninvited presence, and may ultimately embarrass him.

Mulder dropped the towel onto the couch, and with his free hand rubbed at his chin. "Well, sir, it does appear that the latest body suffered the same treatment as the previous victims." He began scratching at the skin across his neckline, then splayed his palm out across his chest, stroking gently. "I still have a few police reports to read through."

Mulder rolled his head back and forth, knocking out a few stiff kinks. "Yes, Sir, I agree with that. Tomorrow morning would be the best time." He leant back against the edge of the desk, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

"Correct, Sir." Mulder then smiled, a gentle sweet smile that lit up his whole face, and his eyes lowered to concentrate on a spot above the television set. "Agent Scully? Yes, she is bringing over the autopsy results tonight."

Scully watched, mesmerised, as his hand moved down through his tangled curls and absently cupped his scrotum. She looked up quickly to catch the expression in his eyes, and was taken aback by the tender unfocused gaze.

"Scully spent all day working with the corpse, Sir. I spoke to her briefly after she had finished." Mulder continued to stroke himself gently, tenderly, delicately. It crossed Scully’s mind that he was not aware that he was touching himself, and that he was not aiming at sexual fulfilment. Knowing that he was thinking of her as he masturbated normally would have made her nervous, but at this moment it didn’t, and she felt tears pricking her eyes as she instantly realised the emotion he was unconsciously radiating.

She watched as he finished the call to Skinner, and, as he turned to place the phone on the desk, the decision was made before she was consciously aware of making it, she slipped quietly up behind him. Reaching around his body very gently, she placed her hands over his, and lay her head against his back, kissing the bare skin.

Mulder was startled momentarily and turned quickly in her embrace. Scully held back a delighted smile as she noticed he was blushing, and looked up into his questioning reflection.

"Hey Mulder. I love you too."

END