True Love Never Dies – A Scully-Doggett Love Story  
 
This story is dedicated to Sue_866, whose love for the Doggett-Scully relationship was 
my inspiration.  



 
Part I – The seeds of love  
 
The night sky was overcast and the moon could only occasionally be seen here and there 
as it slipped between a small break in the clouds, there for a moment and then gone the 
next. Trees lined either side of the highway like a continuous wall of darkness that went 
on and on into the horizon, with only the soft chatter of the radio and the humming of the 
car's engine to keep Doggett's heavy eyelids from closing.  
 
Scully slept quietly in the passenger seat of the government issued Ford Taurus, her 
breathing soft and regular, and her gold cross hanging slightly askew as she leaned 
against the passenger door in her sleep. Doggett looked longingly at her tranquil face and 
the soft white skin of her neck. The V-shaped neck of her shirt had parted slightly, 
revealing a small glimpse of her bra and only the slightest hint of the curve of her breast. 
Doggett turned his head back to the road and the long drive. It would be several hours 
after daylight before they even got close to their destination and he needed to keep 
focused on staying awake. Luckily, while Scully was busy performing the autopsy she 
had been requested to do, he would have plenty of time to kick back in the car and catch 
up on his beauty sleep.  
 
Mile after mile of highway drifted past, with only an occasional set of oncoming 
headlights to remind Doggett that there were other people who chose to be up and driving 
around at 3 in the morning. Normally, driving down 150 miles of near-deserted highway 
in the middle of the night would be up there with getting a root canal on his list of 
favorite things to do. When the job called for it though, he was always willing to do what 
needed to be done. The opportunity to spend some time with Scully had also seemed 
appealing at the time, but that was before he came to the realization that she would likely 
sleep through the whole ride.  
 
Up ahead, the glow of the car's headlights caught the shape of a vehicle on the side of the 
road, its taillights reflecting back a dull crimson red. Doggett peered through the window, 
his face drawn in momentary thought. "Scully," he said, glancing at her, "you awake?" 
Scully continued leaning against the car door, her chest rising and falling slowly, without 
a sign of hearing him.  
 
Doggett raised his voice a little louder. "Scully, you awake?" Suddenly Scully made a 
snorting sound and sat straight up in her seat, looking confused and still half asleep. 
"Huh? Where are we?" She looked around with a slightly alarmed look on her face, as 
though there might be some sort of danger or emergency and that was the reason she was 
awakened. A small line of drool hung from the corner of her mouth in a glistening arc to 
the car door. She wiped it away quickly, hoping that Doggett hadn't noticed that she had 
a drooling problem whenever she fell asleep.  
 
Doggett glanced at her and then back to the car illuminated by the Ford's headlights, 
drawing closer every moment. "Do you remember the case of the roadside murders that 
took place on the east coast last month?" "Sure," she said, wiping her hands on her pants. 
"There were 3 separate murders, all taking place in the middle of the night on deserted 
highways. The killer left a clue at each of the sites, suggesting he may have some sort of 
pathological desire or need to be caught."  
 
"Right," Doggett replied, his accent coming through a little heavier than usual. "But do 
you remember the make of the car that the suspect had been driving?" Scully looked at 
Doggett doubtfully. "It was a '97 Ford Escort, but that was a month ago. There is no way 
that thing is still on the road. He would have had to drive it all the way across the United 
States and the odds are 100 to 1 that anything made by Ford would make it that far."  
 
The taillights of the Escort flashed brighter as Doggett pulled up behind it and placed the 
Ford Taurus in Park. "Well, this is just a hunch, Scully, but let's just say that after he 
finished with his work on the east coast, he needed to go somewhere where there wasn't 
so much heat on him, so he could start over. It seems like the other side of the U.S. would 
be about as good as you are going to get without leaving the country."  
 
Scully leaned her car seat back, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. "There are 
thousands of Ford Escorts on the road between here and there, maybe hundreds of 
thousands. The chances of this being the exact one they are looking for on the other side 
of the country are hardly worth mentioning."  
 
"Yeah, you are probably right," Doggett said, giving her a quick glance. "You just go 
back to sleep. I am going to take a quick stroll through the forest to get some fresh air and 
stretch my legs."  
Agent Doggett opened the car door and stepped out, closing it softly behind him. Pulling 
out a note pad from the inside pocket of his suit, he jotted down the Escort's license plate 
number and walked slowly up to the driver's side door, glancing in. Hmm, nothing 
suspicious in there, he thought, taking one long look through the window. Probably some 
poor schmuck ran out of gas and had to call one of his friends for a lift to the gas station.  
 
He leaned closer to the window and took out his pocket flashlight, shining it onto the 
dash. The gas gauge showed the tank to be close to full.  
"Well my friend," Doggett quietly said to himself, "looks like you're not out of gas after 
all."  
 
He turned and walked slowly into the forest, his small pocket flashlight shining a 
surprisingly bright beam into the trees and brush.  
Scully opened her eyes a moment and glanced out of the window, just in time to see 
Agent Doggett disappear into the forest, his flashlight flicking back and forth in the 
distance. She leaned forward for just long enough to stab one finger onto the power 
button of the radio, turning it off, before she leaned back in her seat and began to drift 
off.  
 
From somewhere off in the forest came a single muffled popping noise and Scully sat 
bolt upright in her seat, suddenly wide awake. She wasn't sure if it had been several 
seconds or several hours since Agent Doggett had gotten out of the car. She opened the 
glove compartment and quickly grabbed her gun, feeling the heavy, cold metal against 
her soft hands. She hated to use it, hated to even handle it, but over and over again she 
would find it in her hand, ready to serve its purpose, should the need arise. It was both 
protection and power, a tool of enforcement or a tool of murder, depending on who had it 
in their hands.  
 
She quickly stepped out of the car and closed the door, placing both hands on the handle 
of the pistol, pointing it slightly down and forward. "Agent Doggett," she said firmly, 
raising her voice not quite to a yell. "Agent Doggett, where are you?"  
 
She stood there a moment, glancing down the road in both directions. Her pistol was cold 
and heavy in her grip, a feeling both familiar and comfortable. She reached into her 
pocket with one hand and took out her pocket flashlight, holding it alongside the pistol so 
that anything in the beam of the flashlight would also be in the sights of the gun.  
"Agent Doggett," she said again, firmly, walking quickly down the ditch on the side of 
the road, her flashlight illuminating nothing but trees and brush. "Where are you?"  
 
She moved past the outer line of trees and into the forest, holding her gun straight ahead 
now, in line with the flashlight. The brush was thick here and she pushed past the 
branches, the dried leaves and twigs of the forest crunching underfoot. "Agent Doggett, 
where are you?"  
 
The only sound in response to her voice was the sound of crunching leaves and 
scratching branches, but off in the distance she could see the faint light of Doggett's 
flashlight. It seemed to be on the ground from what she could tell and that was never a 
good sign. She continued moving forward toward the flashlight, now a little alarmed. As 
she drew closer, she slowed down, quickly panning the beam of light from left to right. 
"Agent Doggett, are you there? Answer me."  
 
From up ahead, somewhere near the blotch of light that Doggett's flashlight left on the 
ground came a guttural sound, somewhere between the moaning of a wounded cow and 
the grunting of someone who needs more fiber in their diet. "Uuunnggg….. 
UUUnnnggg…"  
Scully paused, turning her flashlight onto a dark shape on the ground. "Agent Doggett, is 
that you? Are you alright?"  
"UUnnnnggggg," came the reply in a voice that was unmistakably John Doggett's. "He 
shot me Scully! Shot me right in the ass!" Scully moved closer. The bright glow of her 
flashlight fell on Agent Doggett lying on his stomach on the ground, his flashlight a few 
feet away from him. His pistol was lying about six inches from his face and both of his 
hands were clutching his butt cheeks in vain, as though he could stop the pain simply by 
squeezing extra hard. The posterior of his immaculate black suit was quickly turning a 
brownish red and a clear hole could be seen, right in the dead center of his rear end. A 
small line of smoke came up from the hole as though Doggett had been forced to the 
ground and then shot, assassin style.  
 
Scully had been through situations similar to this, though thankfully not exactly the same, 
over and over in her training. She quickly kneeled down next to Doggett and remaining 
calm, placed her gun in its holster at her side. "John, I'm going to have to open your 
pants to see how bad it is. Move your hands."  
 
"No, Scully! UUNNGGG!!! " Doggett exclaimed, waving his hands back and forth over 
the seat of his pants like a child trying to ward off a spanking. "It hurts, Scully!! 
UNNGGGGG!!!"  
 
Agent Scully brushed Doggett's flailing hands out of the way with one hand and then 
carefully placed one finger from each hand through the hole. She pulled hard with both 
hands and the compromised fabric of the pants quickly gave way with a loud ripping 
noise. At that point she could clearly see that not only had Agent Doggett been shot 
directly through the rectum, but his ass needed a serious shave.  
 
"Okay, Agent Doggett, listen carefully to me," she said calmly. "You have a serious 
gunshot wound and I am going to need to run back to the car for my bag. I need you to 
place pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding until I get back. This is very important 
John, are you with me?"  
Agent Doggett looked at Scully with a mixture of pain and shock on his face. "He shot 
me right in the ass, Scully! What kind of sick bastard shoots a man in the ass?"  
 
Agent Scully took Doggett's hand and pressed firmly on his rectum, eliciting a loud 
moan from him. "AAAHHH!!! UNNNGGG!!!"  
 
Scully stood and moved quickly back towards the car, saying over her shoulder, "Keep 
the pressure on it, I will be right back." She felt tears sting her eyes as she rushed back to 
the car, her flashlight swinging wildly back and forth. "Just hold on for me, Jon. I won't 
let you die."  
 
The car was only a hundred feet or so away, but the sprint felt like miles to Scully. She 
knew that Doggett could be losing a lot of blood and she would have to stop the bleeding 
within moments or he would die for sure.  
 
She reached the car and whipped open the driver's side door, grabbing the keys. Without 
even closing the door, she ran to the trunk and jammed the keys in. Flinging the trunk 
open, she snatched the large black leather bag from the trunk that had been meant to help 
her perform an autopsy in the morning. There were no pain killers or sedatives in there, 
but she had all of the other tools that would be necessary to either perform a long and 
careful autopsy or a quick and dirty bullet removal.  
 
Scully ran back to Agent Doggett's side and set her black bag on the ground, quickly 
opening it. Doggett had taken his hand off the bullet wound where Scully had placed it 
and was again clutching his butt cheeks, the same as when she had first found him. 
"Uuunnnggg," he moaned, obviously in shock. "My ass!"  
 
Agent Scully was no first year med student and knew exactly what needed to be done. 
She pulled her clear plastic face mask out of the bag and put it over her head. She then 
took out a pair of flat, stainless steel tongs and what looked like oversized tweezers. 
"Agent Doggett," she said, "This is going to hurt. I need you to stay still for me and to try 
to just concentrate on your breathing."  
 
Agent Scully leaned forward, expertly inserting the flat tongs into Doggett's bleeding 
rectum and squeezed the handles, forcing it open. Blood and brown fecal matter sprayed 
out, spattering her face mask, startling her, and causing her to jump. She then inserted the 
oversized tweezers into the foul gap, searching around for the bullet. Within moments she 
had gotten a firm grip on it and pulled it out. Clearly she could see that the bullet had 
pierced his rectum and entered his colon. What was shocking to her was that it had only 
gone in about 4 inches and then lodged in something that appeared to be a black clump of 
rock. To an amateur that would have been perplexing, but Scully knew exactly what it 
was.  
 
"Well, Agent Doggett," she said, holding the clump in front of the flashlight, "It looks 
like years of eating McDonalds and avoiding vegetables has finally paid off. You had a 
rock hard, bullet stopping clump of Chicken McNuggets in your rear end that looks like it 
may have saved your life."  
She quickly went back to work, stopping the bleeding and stitching up what was left of 
Agent Doggett's rectum. Through his moans and incomprehensible mutterings, all she 
could make out was him repeatedly saying, "Oh god, my ASS! UUNNGG!! That sick 
bastard!"  
 
 
Part II - Gratuitous Love Scene...