Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com

Part 2a of 19a and b

Scully looked up quickly and filled her eyes with partner, his
long, lean body bent slightly over the desk where Bureau Chief
Reynolds was sitting with their liaison SAC Anna Barton. Scully
found that a moist heat began to burn from her very soul, as she
carefully watched the graceful movements of her well dressed
partner. Even after seven years of watching him, he never once
failed to bring the same reaction from her time and time again.
Scully bit her lip as she watched the sleek muscles dance under
the well fitted cloth. ' In this case G-man, the man does make the
clothes. '

Scully suppressed the desire that smoldered within the cool
confines of stoic logic. She brought her attentions to the
brunette which reminded her way to much of Diana Fowley. Scully
wasn't sure if she liked SAC Barton. From the moment that they had
met, she felt quite uncomfortable around her. SAC Barton had
seemed aloof, even cold when she had first met her. The fact that
Barton wouldn't even make eye contact with her, to Scully, wasn't
a good sign. She considered herself to be a good judge of
character generally, and for some reason * she * set off wildly
ringing bells.

However Scully knew that to get ahead in this bureau, women often
had to suppress their true selves to be considered as competent
at their job. Being a woman, an attractive woman at that, was a
sin which Scully knew too well. From the moment that she had
joined the bureau, she had to make herself into the woman that she
was today in order to command the respect that she deserved. Men
often expected, as did other women, that they had to ' sleep '
around in order to get where they were. She knew that SAC Barton
had also probably faced the very same thing, so she chastised
herself for her impudence.

Scully crossed her nylon clad legs, and gently let her hand fall
to the surface of smooth cool surface of the spotless hardwood.
She began to trace lazy, undefined circles upon the shiny surface,
with the index finder of one hand as she ran her fingers through
the lock of hair which had fallen to obscure her view.

Scully could feel the tension, which was settling across her
shoulders making it impossible for her to concentrate further so
closed her azure eyes, willing the bright light from her view.
She then brought her hand from her hair to her cheek where she
gently laid her chin on her palm as she placed her elbow on the
edge of the desk. She then opened them and looked back over at
Mulder, and a small smile broke across her delicate features,
lighting the room with her beauty. Her intense love for the man
before her filled her heart and silenced her nagging thoughts
about the woman that she had been thinking about.

Scully loved Mulder. That was one Truth that she was very aware
of.

That first moment that their eyes had met, Scully found herself
drawn in to them, like a moth to a flame. His highly
unconventional style, superlative acumen and improvident nature
had insinuated themselves deep within the furthest reaches of her
heart.

It just wasn't just his mental attributes, which had caught her
interest. From that moment, she loved every corporeal feature
about him also. She loved towering, athletic types with a lithe
manner. Add to that his soulful eyes and remarkable smile, she
found herself comparing him every other man she met, he being the
standard. However they always seemed to fall off to the way side,
her heart already committed to her feelings.  

And he loved her.

His every single touch, heated and determined, his every glance,
pointed and meaningful, his every single word, laden with meanings
that the two of them could only share.

They belonged to one another, body and soul. The words never dared
uttered and never fully received. The knowledge, instinctive, like
life itself, clearly understood, never challenged.

They were good together. Their partnership had proven as such.
They could work with each other under the worst of circumstances
and come out on top. They had been through so much, yet nothing or
no one had ever managed to tear them apart from one another.

Their relationship was a marriage of convenience of sorts.
Mulder and she were polar opposites, a believer and a skeptic,
bound to have some problems along the way. They were complemented,
like two halves of a coin, filling in the blanks and showcasing
their effectiveness.

They had the same goals in mind and they of course, did agree to
disagree on how to reach their shared goals, but they respected
one another's methods of making the journey. In spite of the
inherent difficulties that their relationship held, they managed
to continue on, finding the answers that they were both seeking.

However, other than a few, strays from their appointed path,
they had never acted upon what they felt. They had been content
to let things exist as they were, and allowed time and often
distance to settle between them. They set limits on who and what
they were to on a another in hopes of escaping the inevitable.

For seven years they had allowed this to occur, often times
damaging the fragile balance which existed between them.

Why?

Scully leaned back and said silently to herself, the words almost
sacred to her inner musings...

' Fear. The thing that keeps us from one another, is our mutual
blinding, all consuming fear. '

But as of late, things had been changing between them. Not
precipitated by outside sources, but by themselves. Like the
shifting sands of time, blow with the winds of change, things had
been shifting between them. The line, which they had drawn so long
ago between them had become obscured, blurred in a haze of self
discovery and emotional acceptance.

She couldn't remember when it had blurred, but she had seen it
clearly after Padgett's confession of her love for Mulder, which
now seemed a life time ago.

She had been so upset, after the fiasco with Diana and the
dissention which the incident had created for them. His betrayal
of her in the Lone Gun Men's office, had ripped the very fabric
from the stays of her soul, leaving it to ooze painfully upon that
dusty floor as she left him there to sort out the fall out that
he had created. She then buried her very intense feelings for him
deep inside, where they were safe from the ills of the outside
world. He had hurt her. He had hurt her more than he would ever
fathom. And she never really told him.

That just wouldn't be she.

So she didn't and time had went on. They had gotten back the
files, and as time heals the deepest of wounds, she found herself
being drawn back to him. She had wanted to distance herself, to
protect the part of her that wasn't destroyed by his betrayal,
but her heart wouldn't cooperate.

She knew that he loved her. That was never the question at hand.
But why had he done that to her?

She knew. Just as he.

A futile attempt to push her away. Just as she would with her
emotional distancing and flatly uttered, " I'm fines. "

When ever they got close to making that leap of faith and
believing that their love would be enough, they would find ways to
push each other away.

Because for them, status quo was the safest way out...
They would rather remain stagnant, then risk what they already
had.

Scully had never been one for overt emotionalism. She was a
passionately burning woman who encased herself, in the cool, deep
still waters of logic.

She kept those emotions; feelings, dreams, passions, locked
deeply away within the furthest recesses of her heart knowing
that emotions were a liability, a weakness that she couldn't
tolerate.

In spite of that logical controlled side, her heart and body
secretly longed to let go and find herself with him. Mulder could
extricate that passionate side. He would be the only one that she
would trust to see that part of her. She knew that with him,
anything could be possible. But in that possibility, a seed of
hope by which all things grow, came fear.

' I am so timorous of expressing how I feel Mulder. I am so scared
of taking that next step and admitting how I feel and never being
able to go back. I am so afraid of maligning or even losing you,
because somehow I end up disappointing you. You expect so much
from me that I am affrighted that when you get to know the
* real * me, you will leave. I am so afraid of being feeble and
abortive. I am so intimidated of not being what you need, what I
need, that I have created so many different roles for myself, and
for you, that I am so demoralized, by searching for and ultimately
finding the real me. In that disclosure and subsequent development,
I fear most of all losing myself. '

So what had happened between then and now.

Inevitability.

She knew that their procrastination would soon end itself. Things
had a way of working themselves out whether or not you wanted them
to. That was the sheer simplicity of life. Even if you try to hide
from it in the shadows of denial and self recrimination, it will
still inevitably find you, and bring you where you need to be.
And the tide was quickly closing in on them. It was only a matter
of time.

Scully was startled from her musings as a manila folder was
dropped unceremoniously upon the wood before her. She looked up,
her musings dropped at the countenance of SAC Anna Barton, looking
down upon her with a most unpleasant grimace. Scully looked about
and Mulder was nowhere to be seen.

' My, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, ' her
internalized Maggie Scully voice mused as she picked up the folder
in her steady graceful hand and said politely, " May I help you
with something Agent Barton? " Scully uncrossed her legs and slid
further back into her chair in a vain attempt to appear larger
than she was.

Anne Barton sat down on the edge of the desk, making sure that
she revealed an ample amount of her nylon clad leg in case her
prey was watching. She leaned over, her way too unbuttoned white
silk shirt revealing the ample swells of her violet ensconced
bust. " Yes, I think that you can. May I ask why you are here on
this case, I mean Agent Mulder * is * the profiler, so why did you
come along? I do believe that I did only request that he be sent
sent to assist us with a profile of this killer. "

Scully wasn't sure if she liked that question. The words were just
too laden with derogatory undertones. She put the file down and
placed her hands in her lap, entwining the perfectly manicured
fingers there. She tilted her head toward the right and said
calmly, not allowing the doubts to creep into her words, " I am
here because I am Agent Mulder's partner of seven years. I am a
licensed pathologist trained and very competent in field work. As
you know, just because one member of a team is pulled for an
outside consultation, it doesn't mean that the other is
necessarily left behind. Besides, Mulder would just fall apart if
I weren't here. I keep him in line, " she added the last part in
attempt to drive some humor into a very uncomfortable situation.

Agent Barton smiled so widely that it was painful to behold.
She flung her long dark hair behind her shoulder and as she pinned
Scully with her deep brown eyes said cattily, " I am sure that
without you he would be fine, Very fine. I have seen his
credentials, and he is more than competent for the job. He does
have quite a way with getting into the UNSUB's thoughts. I am sure
that you are more of a hindrance than an asset. Barton thought for
a moment, assessing the woman before her. From the moment she had
read his dossier and seen his file, she knew that he was the man
for her. The men she had chased here were thick headed and quite
boring, Mulder was totally different. He could give her what she
wanted on so many different fronts. " A handsome man like that
could have any woman that he wanted, " Barton added carefully,
trying to surmise the situation between the woman before her and
the man that Barton had set her eyes on.

' Ok. Now I really don't like this conversation. " Scully mused
as she took a deep breath and tried to bite the sarcastic words
that she really wanted to say. Scully pushed the chair back, the
legs squeaking slightly under her effort, She reached down and
straightened her jacket, all the while not breaking eye contact
and said, " I am sure that he could, but we are on a case here
and that alone warrants my being here. I have not and will never
interfere in Agent Mulder's personal life. That is his business. "
That was the truth. Scully was all business when on a case. She
would never allow personal feelings to interject into a case.

Agent Barton stood up, all 5'9" of legs and curves and smiled,
obviously very pleased with herself. ' What am I worried about,
he could never go for her. She is nothing like I am sure that his
type is. Cold fish is not good for a main meal. ' She wiped a
stray mark of non existent lipstick from the corner of her darkly
painted mouth and said authoritatively, " Then I take it that you
are not involved with him, good. So I am giving you fair warning.
I want him, so do not, I repeat, do not get in my way. I will make
your life a miserable living hell, is that understood? "

Scully came right up to her face and as she opened her mouth,
an agent from across the room called, " Agent Barton, you have
a phone call and you might want to take it. " Scully was in shock.
She had never had another agent speak to her in such a manner. She
shook her head and bit her tongue, ' Now is not the time. We both
have a job to do. '

Barton smiled sweetly and said, " Just keep that in mind, Agent
Scully and we will not have any problems. " With that she turned
rather graceful and sauntered across the office, her skirt
swaying rather exaggeratedly behind her. Her fears of the petite
red head had been relieved. She could continue with her plan to
seduce Agent Mulder without impediment.  He was her ticket out of
this one horse town and she planned to cash it in.

Scully crossed her arms across her chest, the nub of the fabric
rubbing her cuffs cruelly into her sensitive wrists. She blew a
strand of fire, the fire burning within her soul, which had fallen
across her aristocratic features, out of her way and huffed
slightly in indignation. ' What a bitch. ' Scully mused
thoughtfully. ' How dare she threaten me like that? Well, I will
just have to stay away from her. I can manage that. We all need
to remain professional here, and Lord knows I will not stoop to
* her * level. I only hope that Mulder knows what he is in for. '
She knew that Mulder tended to be blind to women, which had hidden
agendas, and she hoped that she didn't hurt him in the process.

Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com

end part 2a of 19a and b
see part 2b of 19a and b

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