Alpha Male 
by Sara Lynn
Originally posted March 24th, 2001
Classification:  MSR (for the month of March I was worried, I'd never write those 
letters again) 
Rating:  PG-13, dirty thoughts follow 
Spoilers:  after DeadAlive and probably set around Three Words, not post-ep 
Archiving:  NO GOSSAMER. Xemplary, Ephemeral and Spookys okay. All 
others, ask first. 
Summary: What happens when Mulder and Doggett have to share that tiny 
basement office. 
Disclaimer: Not mine. 
I'm not sure what it is but I don't like John Doggett.  Maybe it's his smug way of 
taking an X-File and instantly going along with whatever Scully says. Perhaps it's 
that dour, cute in that rugged NYPD Blue way look on his face. Somewhere in 
the back of my mind, I'm almost convinced it's the way he reminds me of that evil 
shapeshifting thing from Terminator 2. No, but I do know what it is. It's the fact 
he's always here and will not leave.
	I understand that I was abducted. I can almost accept the fact Skinner 
wants to keep me behind a desk for a while. It's the fact that while I'm stuck in 
the office, *He* is the one out in the field with my Scully.
	Now before I get chastised for using the possessive, I have full right 
claim on Dana Scully. I've planted my seed in her field and to my surprise 
something's growing. That's my baby, Doggett. My baby. My Scully.
	Another day stuck in the office. At least I'm not alone. Scully, who is 
starting to show and let everyone know how virile her partner is (Mulder genes 
pass genetic muster everytime), is present along with Doggett. She's in that 'tiny 
tummy making her clothes puff out' stage. She's not waddling . . . yet.  She got 
rid of those ridiculous high heels and now shuffles along in flats.  The gentleman 
in me has held every door open for her and I can tell it's bothering her. I won't 
say it, but I'm trying to prove something. Whether it's to myself or to Doggett, I 
still haven't decided.
	He sits at *his* desk reading over the newest X-File. Scully pulled some 
strings to get that desk. Why she never did that to get her own desk . . . why *I* 
never did that . . . is beyond me. In any case, Scully does what she always does, 
sit in the vinyl chair in front of my desk reading her copy of the file. She's got 
those reading glasses of hers on and it's so adorable.  I wonder what she would 
say if I asked her to wear those the next time that we make love. Definitely would 
be interesting.  Either way she has her feet stretched out in front of her with her 
shoes off. I know how her feet have swollen and any shoes she wears hurt.  I 
don't mind though, her bare little feet are currently playing under the cuff of my 
pants. Well, Doggett, I've one-upped you right here - you don't have a Scully 
playing footsie with you now do you?
	From the few baby books I've read, pregnant women are supposed to be 
frisky in the second trimester. Fortunately, my reappearance coincided with 
Scully's sexual pre-natal peak.  We've been like bunnies and can't seem to keep 
it out of the office. Wouldn't you like to be me, Doggett? Well, you can't.
	I don't realize I've been staring until Doggett gets up from his seat and 
comes closer to ask Scully a question. "Scully, do you have any ideas as to why 
this town has suddenly become engulfed with something that looks like it came 
out of the Ten Commandments?" 
	I try to concentrate on the computer screen and my e-mail inbox while 
trying to listen to Scully's explanation. Not as scientifically sound as I'm used to 
hearing but it's rather refreshing to see that a little bit of my blind faith has rubbed 
off on her. Although if I had my way, I'd love to rub off on her .   .  .
	"What do you think, Agent Mulder?" 
	"Huh?" Doggett's just asked me a question?  C'mon, Fox, you know you 
have a theory. You always have a theory. God, I love listening to the little Scully 
voice in my head. "I'm. . . I'm going to have to concur with Agent Scully's theory." 
	"Really? I would have thought you would have suggested something a 
little more fantastic." 
	"Sorry to disappoint you, Agent Doggett. Not everything we deal with on 
the X-Files has to do with the little gray men."   Before I know it, I'm on my feet 
trying to intimidate the man.
	We're stuck in a staring down contest until Scully grunts her way out of 
the chair. We both seem to turn to her as she gets to her feet. "I'll be right back" 
	"Where are you going?" I have to ask dumbly.
	"To get a tape measure. When I get back, you two can whip it out and 
we'll just see who's bigger." Softly, she slips her shoes on and starts down the 
hall towards the bathrooms.
	"Agent Mulder."  There are times I hate the sound of my name and after 
hearing Doggett say it, I've just added another one to the list.  I turn to him and 
get a rather sour look for my trouble. "You seem to have the wrong impression of 
me." 
	"Oh really?"
	"I'm not interested in Agent Scully."
	Where the hell did that come from? "Uh-huh." 
	"I know you two have something going on and I'm the third wheel, but 
you may as well get used to me." 
	"Oh?" Yep, those years at Oxford definitely paid off.
	"You're out for another month at least and before we both know it, Scully 
will be as big as a house and she'll be the one on desk duty. You're going to 
need a partner while she's unavailable."
	Damnit. I hate it that he's right. Scully's condition, which I am most 
definitely responsible for, and my little trip on the flying saucer have made good 
ole' John Doggett a necessary part of the X-Files.
	"Now if you'll excuse me I need to visit the little boys room." He slides 
past Scully as she returns holding what looks like the coffee mug I gave her a 
few years ago.
	"So did you two find out which one's of you two alpha males runs the X-
Files?" 
	"Yep, the one that knocked up his partner."
	She smiles that enigmatic Scully smile around the rim of her cup as she 
sips at its contents.  "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet." 
	"Figured out what?" I move around the desk and sit down in the other 
vinyl seat next to her.
	"You and Agent Doggett. You're so alike." 
	"Are we now?" 
	"Ok, little green-eyed monster, since you're getting insecure. You and 
Agent Doggett had the same workaholic attitude, the same deadpan sense of 
humor. My god Mulder, you both take your coffee the same."   She sips a bit 
more before leaning in slightly. "The only difference," She whispered, "is I'm not 
in love with him." 
 	Aww, Shucks. Scully's going to make me blush. I look up to see Doggett 
slink into the room and sit back down at his desk.  Not really caring what he 
thinks now, I lean over and place a kiss on my Scully's cheek. Yes, Agent 
Doggett, I am the alpha male in this office and my alpha female partner is 
carrying our little alpha X-File.
END