Title: Never No More
Author: Katherine Scully
Author email: dolphin_66th@hotmail.com 
Rating: PG13
Series: The X-Files
Timeline: Early to mid-Season 8
Category: DSR
Feedback: Don’t make me beg…
Archive: Sure, just email me first. ATD, TLS and SHODDS can have it if they 
want it.
Disclaimer: The X-Files and all related characters are property of Chris 
Carter and 1013 productions.
Note: Response to SHODDS challenge: Doggett and Scully trapped, one/both 
hurt.

Never No More
By Katherine Scully

The explosion knocked them both to the ground. The building shook, debris 
fell everywhere. She couldn’t see for a moment when the lights went out, 
then everything calmed down and a beam of white light shone through the 
darkness.

“What the hell was that?” Doggett demanded from somewhere in the darkness, 
in the general direction of the beam of light. She became aware of a 
shooting pain in her right leg. It felt like it was broken. She couldn’t 
move it… there was something heavy lying on top of it. Her first thought 
was thank God it hadn’t landed across her stomach. She could have lost the 
baby.

“Doggett.” She managed to grunt out his name, the pain becoming more 
intense now that she was focusing on it. Damn.

“Scully?” the pain in her voice had alerted him that something was wrong. 
“Scully, where are you?”

“Over here,” she called, louder. She picked up a rock and tapped it against 
the ground so he could follow the sound to her. He did.

“My God.” He grunted, and the heavy thing was off her leg. “Looks broken,” 
he said, observing the damage to her leg. “Not bad, but you’ll need to get 
a cast on that as soon as we can get out of here. That won’t be so easy.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

“The entrance we came through is blocked. The only source of water in here 
is a grubby sink and toilet, and nothing else even resembles an exit. Cell 
phones don’t work, I just tried,” he said. He’d tried to call the Bureau as 
he was making his way over to Scully, but with no success.

“Here.” He gathered Scully into his arms and lifted her out of the pile of 
debris. A quick look around with the flashlight revealed an old sofa stuck 
in the corner, and he carried her over to it, lying her down. “We’re going 
to have to set your leg,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” He left her side 
and found two smaller pieces of wood that he could use for a makeshift 
splint to keep it in place. Finding nothing else, he ripped both of the 
sleeves off his suit jacket. He returned to her side, noticing how pale her 
face was from the pain. Very carefully, he set the bone back in place. She 
screamed.

“Sorry,” he said, moving her leg to put one of the splints and the jacket 
sleeves underneath. He wrapped the first sleeve around her leg as a bandage 
to stop the bleeding. Then he set the second splint overtop and tied the 
other jacket sleeve firmly around it, making sure her leg couldn’t move. He 
noticed that she visibly relaxed. He walked over to the grubby sink and 
turned on one of the taps. Muddy water came out. He decided to let it run 
for a little while before trying to give Scully any of it to drink. He 
fished around in her purse and found a bottle of aspirin. They wouldn’t do 
much good with her injury, but at least they might take the edge of the 
pain. He looked around for something to use as a cup, but saw nothing. He 
sighed. He’d have to use his hands to give her water and knowing the 
aspirin wouldn’t do much, he’d have to do his best to keep her mind off the 
pain. He sat down on the floor next to her.

“Great situation we’re in, huh, Scully,” he said, managing a smile for her 
benefit.

“Yeah. You and me, trapped in the basement of some abandoned warehouse and 
no one knows we’re here,” she said. He sighed.

“Well, Skinner knows. He’ll figure out that there’s a problem when we’re 
not back in a day or two. In the mean time I guess we’ll just have to sit 
tight,” Doggett said. He attempted an encouraging smile.

<><><>

“You awake, Scully?” Doggett asked a few hours later. He had been trying 
with little luck to clear the blocked doorway of debris, but some of the 
pieces were too heavy for him to move without help. She grunted an 
affirmative.

“Unfortunately.”

“Hang in there.” He took her hand, giving her an encouraging smile. “We’ll 
get out of here. Eventually.” Scully looked at him, his intense blue eyes 
burning into her soul, surprised at the tingle of excitement traveling up 
her arm at his touch. “Scully… sing something,” he said suddenly.

“What?” she blinked at him, not sure she’d heard him right.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing.”

“That’s because I *don’t* sing.” *Except for Mulder,* her conscience nagged 
at her. If she could sing for Mulder, why couldn’t she sing for Doggett? 
But, that was different. She and Mulder were just really close friends, 
nothing more. This was different. This was Doggett.

“Oh, come on, Scully. Everyone sings.”

“Nope.”

“Not even in the shower?”

“Especially not in the shower. Acoustics are better in the bathroom, your 
neighbors can hear you.”

“Spoilsport,” he teased. “Only someone who knew how to sing would know 
anything about acoustics. I bet you’re just afraid to.” He grinned at her 
challengingly.

“I am NOT!” she countered, glaring at him defiantly, but finding herself 
hiding a smile. As long as she didn’t have to sing “Jeremiah the Bullfrog”…

“I believe you, Scully.” Grinning, Doggett leaned back against the sofa, 
chuckling lightly. She looked at him for a moment then rolled her eyes.

“Oh, brother…” she muttered. She took a deep breath, glared at him as 
though daring him to say anything, and started singing. “Never no more will 
I be all alone. Never no more…” she trailed off when she saw the expression 
on his face. “What?”

“You’re good,” he said. “Really, Scully, I mean that.”

“I’m not good. I’ve never had any training. I don’t sing very often.”

“You’re still good. Believe me, I’ve heard far worse than you.” He took 
her hand again. She was surprised at how natural it felt to hold hands with 
him. He was looking at her like… like what? She couldn’t quite place the 
expression on his face, except that in that instant as he leaned in closer 
she was almost certain he was going to kiss her.

He did.

She had never experienced a kiss like this; the mere brush of his lips 
against hers set every nerve in her body on fire, making her moan softly as 
she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and responded to his kiss. His 
kiss was gentle and sweet yet still powerful; as her hands roamed over her 
body she realized he was in far better shape than his suits showed off… or 
perhaps she hadn’t wanted to notice.

It was over far too soon for either of them.

As he pulled back, she stared at him, realizing why she had mistrusted him 
so quickly; it wasn’t merely the “Trust No One” attitude that seven years of 
working on the X-Files had engrained in her, it was the immediate attraction 
to him that she had felt. Yes, now that she thought about it she realized 
that she had been attracted to Doggett for quite some time; perhaps even 
their first meeting. Now? She was dangerously close to falling in love 
with him. No, she corrected herself, she *had* fallen in love with him.

“John,” she whispered, about to speak.

“I love you, Dana,” he blurted out. She smiled.

“That’s good,” she said softly. “Because I’ve been in love with you for a 
while.”

“Really?” he asked hopefully. She nodded, her arms still around his 
shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her again.

His cell phone rang, startling both of them and ending the kiss prematurely. 
Doggett grabbed for it, surprised. He had tested the phone several times 
over the past few hours with no luck.

“Doggett.”

“Agent Doggett, move away from the door. We’re blasting through the 
debris.” It was Skinner’s voice, and Doggett carried Scully away from the 
sofa to a safe distance. He sheltered her with his body as there was a 
small explosion and the debris blocking the door settled into a maneuverable 
heap on the floor. Assistant Director Walter Skinner climbed over the pile 
of debris with several agents and paramedics in tow.

“Are you all right, Agents?” he asked, his tired face taut with concern. 
Doggett indicated Scully.

“Her leg’s broken. I’m fine,” he said. Skinner nodded and waved the 
paramedics over to help Scully onto a stretcher. It was over.

<><><>

Georgetown Memorial Hospital
24 hours later

She was awake and resting comfortably, her leg in a new cast and supported 
above her, and as Doggett entered her room and placed a single red rose on 
the table beside her she offered him a smile.

“Thank you, John,” she greeted him.

“You’re welcome. How’s that leg?” he asked. She smiled.

“Doesn’t hurt as much now. They’re keeping me overnight just to make sure 
there’s no swelling, I’ll get out of here tomorrow morning.”

“Good,” he said. “How long are you out of commission?”

“A month. Maybe two,” she said. He nodded.

“Can I pick you up tomorrow? I’d like to take you to lunch,” he said. She 
nodded.

“I’d like that, John,” she said. He grinned.

“Good. See you tomorrow,” he said with a smile. She nodded, smiling back 
at him, and he left.

~Finis~