dhamphir (dhamphir) wrote,

Weak in the Knees; chapter thirty-six

Title: Weak in the Knees

Author: Dhamphir

Fandom: X-Files

Pairing: Scully/OFC

Rating: NC-17

Please see previous posts for disclaimer/summary/notes. As always, thanks to celievamp for the beta!


Chapter 36


Scully eased her way through the stacks and towards the sound of Morgan’s voice. Scully could hear the voice of a man, but she couldn’t see him anywhere. His voice sounded like it was coming through a radio. She finally came to an area that had been cleared, and was relieved to see Morgan standing there. Then she heard the man’s voice coming over a radio on the other side of the area.


“You think you’re going play head-shrinker with me, Dr. Morgan? You think you can help me?” he replied mockingly. “You can’t even help yourself! You certainly couldn’t help Agent Jeffers and you won’t be able to help Agent Scully!”


“You sick bastard.”


It infuriated Scully to hear the suspect use Toni, and her, against Jess.


Morgan suddenly burst into motion, running for the stacks of crates, bullets striking the floor in her footsteps.


Scully tried to get a look in the direction the shots had come from without exposing herself. She listened as Morgan continued to talk to the suspect. A frisson of foreboding set her heart racing when Morgan stepped out of the stacks and back into the clear area – back into the field of fire. She also felt proud of how well Morgan was handling the suspect, pushing his buttons and keeping him off balance.








He knew Morgan and the other two had left Boston. That’s why he was back in DC. He was sur­prised she’d called and left the message asking him to call her, espe­cially after she had refused to talk to him. He thought it was the perfect opportunity to go to the next step of his plan. But then she refused to meet him until the next night.


No matter. She would be showing up soon. He’d stayed in his spot all through the night, and the next day. No one was going to get anything past him or set him up. He was too smart for that. And that bitch would find out she wasn’t good enough.


He looked at his watch. It was time. He turned on his phone and called Morgan. He told her which warehouse to come to, then turned off his phone. He watched her enter, and made her wait sev­eral minutes. He wasn’t stupid. He waited to make sure she really was alone. Finally, he keyed his radio.


“How do I know you came alone?”


He definitely didn’t like her attitude. When she turned to go he let loose a few shots, letting her know he was in control. She wasn’t going to leave if he didn’t want her to – and he wasn’t done with her yet. He relished her visible reaction to his taunting, to the mention of Jeffers... and Scully. He had the upper hand. This was his game and she was going to have to play by his rules.


He was caught just a little off guard when Morgan made a sudden dash for the stacks. He was sure he could take her out, but he didn’t want to – at least not yet. She needed to be taught a few les­sons first. So he simply followed her footsteps with his almost silent shots.


After a few moments he heard her voice again, coming directly over his radio. She had obviously found it and was now holding it. That was when she started. First she called him a coward. Then she accused of him not knowing how to love a woman, how to please a woman. How dare she?!


“Stop it!” he ordered.


She taunted him, even stepped back out into the clearing. He could take her out so easily. The fucking bitch deserved it! He wasn’t impotent! He unzipped his pants and took out his dick. He wasn’t impotent... he’d prove it. He started rubbing himself.




He realized he’d closed his eyes. He opened them to see that cunt smiling. Smiling! Fuck! How did she know he was jerking off? How could she know? His dick wasn’t puny. He could get hard without watching porn. Damn it! Why wasn’t he getting hard? He moved his hand faster, squeezing and pulling. She was still smiling.




That fucking cunt dared to tell him he couldn’t deliver. Well, he’d show her. He was going to deliver a lesson she’d never forget. Damn, his dick was still limp. He spit on his hand and tried to rub himself faster. Fuck her! He was not an egomaniac.


“That’s not true!”


He was having trouble keeping his weapon aimed at her as he continued to try to make his dick hard. Tears... must be from the dust. Tears blurred his vision. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his favorite object of lust. He was not impotent! If he could just keep the right pictures in his mind.


“... You’ll never know what it’s like to be loved by her.”


“She will love me!!”


“No she won’t. She’ll never love you, because you can’t be what she desires, what she needs, what she deserves.”


“NOOOOO!” He let go of his flaccid dick and wiped the tears from his eyes. He aimed and fired. Fucking bitch!




Morgan went down, a look of surprise on her face. Casper heard Scully’s yell, but she was on the far side of the area, too far to get to Morgan. He would have to get Morgan out of there himself. As the shots kept coming Casper moved out from behind a crate and started returning fire in the di­rection he thought the shots were coming from. He didn’t get very far. He was hit in the shoulder. The force of the impact spun him around and he hit his head on a crate on the way down. He was down and out.




“JESS!” Scully felt her heart stop. Her partner... the woman she lo– Jess was down, and shots were still being fired. Casper was hit next. A round slammed into his shoulder, spinning him around. He hit his head on the way down and was knocked senseless. Scully shoved a new magazine into her weapon and watched for movement. Finally, she saw it. The suspect was a dark mass, moving his weapon back forth between the fallen bodies of the downed agents. He was waiting for either of them to move to take another shot. Scully couldn’t get a shot at him without fully exposing herself.




Scully looked at Morgan. Her eyes were open and she was looking at right at her. “Don’t move, Jess.” She looked back up in the shadows. There was sudden movement from the suspect as he detected motion from Casper. Scully made her move. She stepped from behind cover, fully expos­ing herself, and rapidly fired three times. Her target went down, his weapon dropping from his hands.


“Casper! You okay?”


“Yeah,” he called back. “I’m hit, but the vest caught it. I got him covered, check Jessica.”


Scully rushed to Morgan, dropping to her side. “Jess?” She set her weapon down and ripped open Morgan’s shirt to reveal a bulletproof vest with a bullet imbedded in the place over her heart. But blood was pooling next Morgan. Scully pulled the vest away and found the bullet wound. A bullet had hit her in the side, missing the Kevlar. She pulled her jacket off, folded it up and pressed it against the wound, putting pressure on it. She pulled out her cell and called for help.


“9-1-1. What’s your emergency?”


“Yes. I’m FBI Agent Dana Scully, badge number JTT0331613. I need two ambulances at 125 O Street. I’ve got two agents down. Repeat, two agents down. Hurry! Send backup.”


“Ambulances are on the way, Agent Scully. ETA six minutes. Backup ETA three minutes.”


Scully hung up. “Jess? Jess!”


Morgan’s eyes opened again and she slowly moved her head to look up at Scully. Her eyes were dull. “Cold...” she breathed.


“You have to fight, Jess!” Tears ran down Dana’s face. “Help’s coming, it’s almost here. Hang on, Jess... just a few minutes...”


“S-Sorry...” Her eyes drifted shut.


“JESS! Damn it, FIGHT!” They could hear the sirens closing in on them.


Morgan’s eyelids fluttered and then opened. “Too... late...”


The problem with being a doctor is being able to tell when someone is dying... and knowing it’s too late for medical intervention. The pool of Morgan’s blood was too big; the rattle in her lungs por­tended her final breaths. Scully leaned down and got in Morgan’s face. “Damn it, Jess, I just found you and I am not going to lose you. You can make it; you can survive... if you take my blood.”






“I can’t... told you... consequences...”


“I know. Now do it, before it’s too late.” She slipped her hand under Morgan’s head and lifted it, pressing Jess’s face to her throat. “Please! I love you, and I need you.”


Dana felt the initial stab of two sharp fangs breaking her skin, but then there was no pain at all. She felt like she was floating. Time slowed. She became very aware of each beat of her heart, the movement of air in and out of her lungs with each breath, the blood flowing through her veins, flowing from her and to the woman she loved. She could sense strength returning to Jess’s body, her heartbeat... and then their hearts beating as one. She had no idea how long it lasted but she knew the instant Jess stopped, because time snapped back to normal. She gently eased her head back down. Dana looked into fathomless obsidian eyes and saw two gleaming fangs between her parted lips, but she saw no monster – only love.


“Are you... You’re going to be okay, right?” Scully tenderly brushed Morgan’s hair away from her face.


Morgan closed her eyes. “Yes.” When she opened her eyes they were once again grey and held the spark of life within them instead of the flatness of death.


Two squad cars screeched to a halt. The police, under Casper’s direction, checked on the suspect. He was alive but unconscious.


Only minutes later, Scully was riding in the first ambulance with Morgan, on the way to the hos­pi­tal; never once letting go of her hand.




Officer Kyle Noble and his partner cautiously rushed in. They found the three agents in question. The male agent immediately directed them to the suspect’s position. While Casper kept his weapon pointed at the suspect, Noble and his partner made their way up the ladder to the gantry. With weapons drawn, they approached the suspect. They relaxed a little when they determined he was unconscious. Once he was securely cuffed, Noble looked down at the man and shook his head. The bastard had his dick hanging out. Why would the guy have his limp dick hanging out while shooting at FBI agents?




When AD Taylor arrived on the scene, Morgan was already on the way to the hospital. Scully had gone with her. He walked up to the second ambulance as the paramedics finished preparing the suspect for transport. He looked down at the unconscious man. “You fucking prick. You’re going to wish you were dead by the time I’m done with you.” Taylor noticed the man’s penis was out. “You sick fuck.” He assigned an agent to ride to the hospital with him. “You make sure he stays cuffed – no matter what. Don’t let him out of your sight, and I want to know about anything he says if he come to.”


“Yes, sir.”


The second ambulance left.


Casper was sitting in the back of the third ambulance. His vest had prevented one bullet from penetrating, but another did hit his arm. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been.


“What the hell happened?!” Taylor asked.


“He shot Morgan. I got clipped when I tried to get to her. Then Scully nailed his ass. She called for backup while I kept him covered until the police got here and took him into custody. Scully went with Morgan in the first ambulance.”


“How bad was Morgan hit?”


Casper shook his head. “She didn’t look good, sir. She lost a lot of blood.” He paused. “I’m pretty sure she was wearing a vest, so I don’t know where she was hit.” He suddenly winced as the EMT examining his ribs lightly pressed on a particularly tender spot.


“You’re going to need x-rays, sir, to make sure you haven’t cracked or broken anything,” said the EMT.


“I’m fine.”


“You’re going, Casper.” Taylor nodded to the paramedic, “Take him.”




Even though Jess had told her she’d be okay, Scully couldn’t help being worried sick as the am­bu­lance rushed to the hospital. Jess had closed her eyes before the ambulance arrived and hadn’t yet opened them again, no matter how hard Scully squeezed her hand.


She had seen how well Jess could heal after drinking some blood, but the beating she’d taken in Atlanta wasn’t as serious as the gunshot wound she had in her side. Jess had lost so much blood and the rattle in her breath spoke of lung damage. After what seemed like much too long, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. Jess was rushed into a trauma bay and Scully was told to wait in the waiting room. A few minutes later another ambulance arrived, bringing in the shooter.



Chapter 37...

prologue|ch 1|ch 2|ch 3|ch 4|ch 5|ch 6|ch 7|ch 8|ch 9|ch 10|
ch 11|ch 12|ch 13|ch 14|ch 15|ch 16|ch 17|ch 18|ch 19|ch 20|
ch 21|ch 22|ch 23|ch 24|ch 25|ch 26|ch 27|ch 28|ch 29|ch 30|
ch 31|ch 32|ch 33|ch 34|ch 35|

Tags: character: dana scully, character: jessica morgan, character: ofc, fandom: x-files, fic, pairing: scully/morgan, pairing: scully/ofc, rating: nc17, weak in the knees

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