Title:  Clarification     
Author: Cassie
Date: January 24, 2003
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know (foxytime@yahoo.com)
Category: DSR
Spoilers: Never Again
Disclaimer: John Doggett, Dana Scully, Monica Reyes and Fox Mulder
are not my characters, if they were, "The X-Files" would have ended
in a completely different way. I do not profit from writing
fanfiction; I do this for pure enjoyment.
Feedback: I love it! Send to: foxytime@yahoo.com
Summary: Scully takes Doggett to the Hard Eight Lounge in
Philadelphia.

Author's Note: I'm not very confident with this story, it's a
departure from what I normally write. All feedback is greatly
appreciated. I've used no beta so any and all mistakes are mine and I
like them, so ha!

Dedication: to Kristi for inspiring me to write a story outside
of "Fox & Rat" Virtual Series, and to not write humor, and for
reading this story before I typed it up, despite the fact that you do
not 100% support DSR. But I know you like it.

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CLARIFICATION
By Cassie


It had been a long day of surveillance for John Doggett and Dana
Scully. Mulder had insisted that they go check out a UFO organization
based in Philadelphia. He had received an anonymous tip that the
organization had captured an alien and were going to use its
telepathic powers to control the mind of the President and other
world leaders. Because Mulder and Monica were already working on
another case, Mulder demanded that Scully and Doggett "check things
out". They did so, but only after Scully debated with Mulder for a
couple hours.

After the first few hours passed in their surveillance, Doggett and
Scully's suspicions were proven correct. This UFO organization was
nothing more than a group of twenty-somethings getting together to
watch alien movies.

Scully had called Mulder on his cell phone and informed him that his
informant was only pulling his leg, there was no alien. Mulder was
disappointed but thanked her for checking it out anyway and then hung
up.

Since they were stuck in Philadelphia for the remainder of the
evening, Doggett and Scully decided to go back to the hotel, wash up
and go out for dinner and a drink.

It was Scully's idea to go to the Hard Eight Lounge. The place was
just as she remembered it. Dark, loud, still the number one place for
people to go when they wished to feel better about their own lives
because everyone else who was there seemed to have worse problems
than they do.

Scully and Doggett found a table in a dark corner of the bar and
ordered drinks.

Though he didn't say it, Doggett seemed puzzled as to why Scully had
chosen to take him to this place. He figured she was a conservative
person. Maybe he was wrong. To keep himself comfortable, he rambled
on about the ridiculous case Mulder had asked them to do that day.

As he rambled, Scully drifted away in her own thoughts. Why had she
wanted to come back to this place? It's not like she had the greatest
time here several years ago. Was it because once again Mulder played
her superior and demanded that she do work for him? Did she
unknowingly feel the need to get wasted again? God help her, there
was no way in Hell that she was going to come home with another
tattooed souvenir or a one-night stand.

She pauses her thoughts and glances at Doggett, he seemed rather
comfortable in his surroundings. Had he spent nights at bars such as
this, drowning his own sorrows? She didn't know. In fact, there was a
lot unsaid between the two of them. They had become close friends
over the past few years. Yet there were still topics that they want
to discuss – need to discuss – but they haven't found the right
opportunity to do so. One being her suspicion that John believed she
and Mulder were romantically together…interested in each other. The
opportunity to clarify that never seemed to present itself.

"Dana?"

Upon hearing John's voice, Scully snapped out of her own mind.

"Yeah?"

"I asked you a question," he seemed a bit irritated.

"I'm sorry, I uh… was thinking about something else. What was the
question?"

"I asked whether or not you were going to enlighten me as to why we
came to a place like this." He smiled at her, reassuring her that he
isn't irritated with her lack of attention. He continued when she
didn't answer him right away. "Or should I let my imagination come up
with a wild theory? You know agent Mulder isn't the only one capable
of such a thing."

There he goes again, mentioning Mulder, ok time to get off that
topic. She laughs before speaking.

"Wild theory? Now you've got me interested in the ideas of your
imagination." She gives him a smile. "Actually I was here several
years ago, some guy told me it was a great place to go to make
yourself feel better, ya know everyone here looks like they have
worse problems than you."

"You got a problem?"

Scully takes a sip from her drink.

"Everyone's got problems, John."

"You said you've been here before, with agent Mulder I presume?"

"No. Mulder wasn't with me. Like today, he asked me to do
surveillance, I wound  up in the tattoo parlor across the street, met
a guy and he had mentioned this place, I asked him to take me here."

"You wound up in a tattoo parlor? I didn't notice that you had a
tattoo." He sounds amused.

"Let's just say it's well-hidden." She watches Doggett react to her
vague detail on the location of her tattoo. The look on his face made
her wonder where his mind was placing the tattoo on her body. She
smiles at that thought.

Doggett began to ask a question, "What kind of -"

"An ouroborous. Snake eating it's own tail. It represents conflict in
life, that one must die in order to be reborn, a symbol of a new
beginning."

"Must have been at a changing point in your life. Well, either that
or you were really hammered."

"No, not hammered, it was more rebellious. I have the tendency to do
that when I feel misunderstood or degraded by authority figures."

"Any chance you'll be getting another tattoo tonight?" He asked
playfully.

"No."

For a few seconds, they are quiet. Doggett seems to be humored by
something, Scully doesn't even want to imagine what, but she just has
to ask.

"What is it, John?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you talkin' all mysterious about your tattoo's location - "

"I was not."

"Well, you told me what it was but not where you had it done. I'd say
you're purposely not tellin' me, for your own humor." He smirked at
her, "Besides, I think you're forgetting that I've read all those x-
file cases, I know where it is." He winks at her and takes a long
drink from his glass.

Slightly embarrassed, Scully lowers her head, "So, you know
everything that happened between Ed and I? The one-night stand - "

"- Geez Dana!" He lets out an uncomfortable cough, "One-night stand?!
Was the guy worth it?!"

Scully gives him a disapproving look, she doesn't answer.

Again, silence. A minute passes and Doggett rubs the back of his
neck, better change the subject.

"So, somethin' goin' on in your life now that made you wanna come
back here tonight?" He speaks seriously, then changes his tone to
flirtation for the rest of his question, "Or are you expectin' to get
a one-night stand outta me?"

The straight-forwardness to his question makes Scully uncomfortable.

"No… and um… even if that were my plan, I'd know better because you
aren't that kind of guy."

He teases her, "You sure of that?"

Scully's mouth drops open in shock. What is he doing to her mind? How
does she respond to that?

Doggett senses her uneasiness.

"I'm just kiddin', Dana." He's sincere. He reaches over and places
his hands on hers. She looks up at him, wide-eyed. "You're right, I'm
not that kind of guy."

Doggett lets go of her hands. What comes out of her mouth next is
unexpected, even to her.

"What kind of guy are you, John?" He looks at her quizzically, she
elaborates, "I've known you for a few years now and not once have you
been out with a woman."

"I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"Besides me."

"Besides you? I don't like to waste my time with women I'm not
interested in."

"What are you saying, that you're interested in me?" She laughs, not
taking him seriously, or is she laughing because she knows that is
the truth, and finally it's coming out? She stops when she notices
Doggett was being serious. For some idiotic reason, she feels the
need to apologize to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you're
interested in me… like that."

"No. You're exactly what I'm interested in, Dana." He's blunt.

Since when has John Doggett been so straight-to-the-point with her?
She leans back in her chair, to better look at him, trying to see if
he is pulling her leg.

"Why me?" she asks suspiciously.

"Why not?"

Suddenly, it seems as if everyone has stopped what they were doing,
and has decided to watch them and listen in on their conversation.
Uncomfortable, Scully turns her head to look behind her, no one is
watching, they could care less.

When Scully hadn't answered him after a few seconds, Doggett decides
that he has said something wrong, that he shouldn't have told her
that he's interested in her.

"Look, I respect you. If you don't share the feelings that I have for
you, that's all right, I understand."

Angrily, he stands up and heads to the bar to pay for their drinks.
Scully remains at their table, speechless. She didn't mean to upset
him, she just wasn't sure how to express her feelings to him. She had
her suspicions that he cared for her more than just a working
relationship. She assumed he didn't act upon his feelings because of
either her inability to show interest in him or her unclear
relationship with Mulder. Well, the last part is unclear to Doggett,
not her.

She stands up, grabbing her coat and heads to the exit, where Doggett
is waiting. However before she can get to him, he steps outside.
Obviously, still bitter about her reaction to him saying he is
interested in her.

Wonderful, they have the rest of the night, morning breakfast and an
airplane ride back to D.C. to get through and he's acting like this.
She should tell him how she feels about him and clarify to him her
relationship with Mulder. She exits, unsure how to go about doing
this.

Doggett is only a few feet ahead of her, heading back to their rental
car, which is parked a couple blocks away. Scully quickens her pace
in order to catch up to him.

"John!"

He stops and turns to face her. Once she is face to face with him,
she decides to blurt out what is on her mind.

"There's nothing between Mulder and I."

There, she said it, he knows.

Doggett doesn't respond to her statement. Not only is there a look of
relief written on his face, but also one that indicates he is still
ticked about earlier, yet a passion for her in his eyes. Before she
knows what is happening, Doggett has her back pressed up against the
brick wall of a building, his lips against hers.

This is raw passion, caused by years of pent up tension between the
two of them. Scully runs her hands roughly up the back of his neck
and through his hair. She holds his head, wanting him to continue,
not wanting this moment to end. He pulls back, leaving her breathless.

He steps back, keeping his eye on her. He knows that he has left her
wanting more, but he refuses to act upon it tonight. Yeah, she may
not be involved with Mulder, but he can't know for sure if she feels
the same way that he does about her, or if she's just looking for
another one-night stand. Especially considering she took him to a
place where she last hooked up with a one-nighter.

Scully lets out a small cough and steps away from the wall. She
straightens her hair and clothing, after realizing that his hands had
devoured her within seconds of contact. She looks to him, he looks
away. They head back to the car.

They drive back to their hotel in complete silence.


That night, Scully lies awake, unable to shake the feelings that John
Doggett aroused in her. The feel of his body pressed against her own,
the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his touch… all too much for
her to take at once. It had been years since a man made her feel this
way. She hated herself for only telling him the Mulder part of what
she wanted to say, that she didn't tell him that she cared for him
the way he cares for her. Now it was probably too late. He had been
silent for a reason. Like he had asked, he probably thought she was
trying to get a one-night stand out of him. That wasn't true.

Restless, she turns to glance at the clock, 3:17 a.m. Great, with her
mind and body as worked up as it is, she'll never get any sleep.

There is a gentle knock on the door that joins her room with
Doggett's. The door creeks open and Doggett pokes his head in.

"Dana…?" He's quiet. "You awake?"

Scully moans a response. She rolls over to face him and sits up.

Doggett enters the room and sits on the foot of her bed.

"I couldn't sleep," he began, "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I
disrespected you, I never meant to do that. It won't happen again."

Scully nods her head, it's nice to have a man state that he respects
her.

"Apology accepted."

Doggett nods his head, relieved that he did not upset her. He stands
up and heads to the door.

Dammit, she wants to tell him. She has to keep him here longer. Her
mind races to find a way to discuss her feelings for him.

"John?" she hesitates, "Why did you-?"

"It felt like the right thing to do."

He disappears into his room. Frustrated, Scully gets out of bed and
follows him.

"John? Why did you say that you won't let that happen again?"

"Why? Do you want it to happen again?"

Scully bites her lower lip. Of course she wants it to happen again.

"Well… it wouldn't be a bad thing… I just uh… need to… well, I want
to tell you that - "

"Dana, you're beating around the bush about something. What is it?"

Ok, he wants her to come right out and say it. She can do that.

"I want you, John."

There, she said it… though it could have been worded better.

"I'm standin' here." He crosses his arms across his chest.

Scully steps towards him, "I told you that there is nothing between
Mulder and I because I thought that maybe that was the reason why you
hadn't acted upon the feelings you have for me. I wanted to clarify
that so you could… then you did… and now you seem just a little… off."

He sighs and uncrosses his arms. "Ok, let's pretend you just told me
about you and Mulder. There's nothin' between you two. I'm lookin' at
you, you're lookin' at me… now what?"

They look into each other's eyes for some time, both unsure about
what to do next. Scully decides that she has to make the first move,
to show him that she cares for him. She goes up to him, places her
hand on his shoulder and kisses him on the cheek, lingering for a few
seconds. He looks down at her, a new softness in his eyes, he
understands.

"Dana…" he speaks softly to her.

"Shhh…" she places her fingertip on his mouth, quieting him.

She wraps her arms around his waist, engraving this moment into her
memory… the beat of his heart, the sound of his breath, the feel of
his arms pulling her closer to him. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the
comfort that being this close to him brings her. She lets out a sigh,
then relaxes into him. Melts into him.

Doggett's arms loosen and he tilts her face up towards his and kisses
her softly on the lips. The sensations his touch gives, cause her to
tremble lightly. She didn't know that any man could make her feel
this way, loved.

He kisses her once more on the forehead before caressing her face and
saying goodnight.

Scully returned to her own bed without him. She knew this would be
one of her last nights sleeping alone.

END

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