Title: Non-Existent 
 
Author: Dana Doggett – feedback@danadoggett.com
 
Date: June 25, 2006 
 
Distribution: XFMU, Gossamer, Spookys
 
Rating: R – sex 
 
Category: RRR (which stands for Rohrer/Reyes 
Relationship), implied Doggett/Scully

Timeline: Season 9 – as if Knowle isn't a Super 
Soldier, he's your regular D.O.D. agent/informant.

Disclaimer: In my hands these characters really aren't 
the characters that surfer created, they're better 
than that, they like to explore more extreme 
possibilities.
 
Beta: Alexa

Summary: Sometimes relationships are non-existent even 
though they exist.

Dedication: For Kristi since she's the one who got 
this pairing in my head. Without Kristi there would be 
no "Triple R".

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What the fuck was he thinking? Sleeping with Monica 
Reyes? Her affections serve no purpose towards any 
professional goals he desires. In his field of work 
there's no time or room for personal relationships, 
they only get in the way. He shouldn't self-indulge 
like this.

She's a damn attractive woman. Brunettes have always 
been his type. She's strong, muscular. This attracts 
him. She doesn't bite her tongue when she knows that 
she should. She's creative, sensual, and erotic. 
Hell, the woman makes long-sleeve turtlenecks sexy.

The stairwell to Monica's apartment building is dark. 
A lightbulb must have burned out. There's a faint 
smell of cigarettes. Knowle Rohrer breathes deep. 
Cigarettes remind him of his time with her after they 
have sex. The sex must not be enough to relax her or 
calm whatever nerves she has, that must be why she 
smokes afterwards. Something else is on her mind. For 
months now he thinks he knows what that something is. 
It's possible he feels the same way too.

They've been sleeping together for a few years now. 
Hooked up in 1999 when she was in D.C., visiting her 
friend, John Doggett, before she had to leave for New 
Orleans. Every so often after that first night they'd 
make plans to see each other. Either she'd come up to 
D.C. or he'd plan a trip down to New Orleans. John 
had no idea their love affair was going on and he was 
the reason it ever began. All he did was introduce 
them: "Monica this is Knowle Rohrer, fellow Marine. 
Knowle, this is Monica Reyes, she was the one who 
worked on Luke's case." Knowle remembers his eyes 
meeting hers and knowing right then and there that 
there was something special between them. For the 
longest time he figured it was physical attraction 
and lust but lately… he stops himself from thinking 
what else it could be.

Knowle slowly makes his way down the steps of her 
building. He stops and turns around, looking up at 
her apartment window. The lights are out, but he sees 
the butt of her cigarette light up as her lips 
encompass it as her lips had encompassed him. She 
inhales the poisonous nicotine and exhales.

Knowle looks away. She must have been awake when he 
got dressed and left her bed. He never wants to wake 
up next to her. That would mean that what they have 
together is much more than they pretend it to be…

He gets into his car and drives off. He wishes 
something, whatever it is between them, he wishes it 
could change, but each of their lives is complex and 
won't allow them to do so right now.

---

She can't stand to stare at her reflection in the 
elevator doors on the way down to the basement office 
in the morning. The numb expression on her face 
reminds her of the heartache she feels every time she 
wakes up and hears Knowle silently leaving her in the 
middle of the night.

Some days she wishes John had never introduced them. 
Her love life wouldn't be so complicated if that had 
never happened.

The elevator door opens and Scully stands in front of 
her. Monica flashes her a quick smile. Her smile 
always seems sincere, but is really only a cover for 
the darkness inside of her.

"Agent Scully?" She's surprised that Scully is at the 
office.

"Good morning." Scully smiles at her, and enters the 
elevator.

"Late start for classes today?" Is it just her or 
does it seem like Agent Scully spends an awful lot of 
time here at the Bureau helping John Doggett?

"Yes. I was just checking in on John." Scully smiles; 
she always smiles when she talks about John. "You 
know, sometimes he needs someone with similar ideas 
and outlook to talk to."

"We have a case?"

"No…" Scully nervously places a strand of hair behind 
her ear.

Monica steps out of the elevator just as John Doggett 
steps out of his office.

"Dana… I'll pick you up at six…" He stops short when 
he sees Monica in the hallway.

Monica looks back at Scully, she's smiling.

"Six sounds fine." There's a smile in her voice.

The elevator door closes. John rubs the back of his 
neck.

"Why do you get nervous whenever I accidentally 
stumble upon something between you and Dana?"

Monica walks up to him and stops, crossing her arms 
across her chest.

"Not sure… maybe because I met her at work, I was her 
partner. I feel like it's against rules and 
regulations…"

"She's not your partner anymore." Monica didn't mean 
to snap at him. "You don't have to pretend nothing is 
going on. I get sick of that in my own life." She's 
moody today, great.

Monica walks past him and into their office. John 
wrinkles his brow. She seems angry, upset, or 
something. He's never been good at reading her moods. 
He follows her into the office. He sits down at his 
desk and looks at her. She's sitting at Mulder's 
desk.

"Bad start to the morning, Monica?"

"You could say so."

Monica's itching for a cigarette.

She can't shake Knowle Rohrer from her mind. Seeing 
John and Dana together in the hallway, well, not 
together, rather finalizing their plans for a date 
made thoughts of Knowle enter her mind.

He's hypnotic and he's not even in the room with her. 
His hazel green eyes, so cold and so warm to her. His 
jaw so defined, chiseled. Such a man. His shoulders, 
muscular and that USMC tattoo doesn't hurt either.

Monica sighs. She's been with him so much that her 
mind's eye no longer needs to imagine his parts. She 
relies on memory now to enjoy him at any time during 
the day, and sometimes lonely nights for that matter.

His chest rising and falling in rhythm to his 
breathing. Her hand resting on him, her fingertips 
skimming over his thin chest hair. She smiles to 
herself upon the thought of his powerful, muscular 
thighs. She's never had such a perfectly masculine 
and attractive lover.

"What're you smiling about?" John's question is so 
innocent in comparison to her thoughts.

"Someone."

"Someone? What kind of answer is that? Who?" He can 
be so nosey.

"Doesn't matter, you don't know him." She lies.

John shakes his head and returns his thoughts to 
whatever he occupies himself with at the office when 
they have no case work.

---

Monica wasn't surprised when John cut out of work 
early today. All day he seemed antsy about his date 
with Dana, even though he continues to act as if 
nothing is going on between them. Sort of how her 
relationship with Knowle has been, existent yet non-
existent.

Monica glances down at her handbag on the floor. 
Morley Lights await her. She hears rain pouring on 
the small window behind her desk. She doesn't want to 
step outside for a cigarette to satisfy her nicotine 
addiction, not when it's raining.

She stands up and walks to the office door. She 
closes it and turns off the light. The office is dark 
except for the light from her computer monitor. She 
crawls up on a small filing cabinet and cracks open 
the window. A fresh, moist breeze fills the room. She 
grabs her handbag and takes out a pack of Morley 
Lights. She removes a cigarette and lights up.

She sits on top of her desk, staring up at the window 
as she deeply inhales the nicotine. She hopes John 
and Dana don't make the same mistake she is making 
with Knowle: not letting anyone know… concealing the 
relationship, letting it become only about sex and 
nothing else. John and Dana each deserve a 
relationship based on much more than that.

Monica takes a long drag off her cigarette, closing 
her eyes. She hasn't had a smoke all day and she's 
been itching for a fix since this morning. This feels 
so good, but it isn't really what she desires. He is.

She hears the office door open and close behind her. 
That better not be John or her boss. She quickly 
tries to hide her cigarette.

"Smokin' in the office now, are you?"
 
Monica turns around, it's Knowle. She sucks on her 
cigarette again.

"You're not fucking your partner, are you?" He sounds 
serious, but Monica knows he's just kidding with her.

"Been thinking of you, actually." She puts her 
cigarette out inside her metal garbage can.

Knowle comes up to her. He's wet from the pouring 
rain outside. He doesn't smell of his aftershave, he 
smells purely masculine, the scent of his body, wet 
from the rain. He brushes the back of his hand across 
her cheek, gentle and perhaps in a loving way.

"We don't talk much, do we?" His voice is soft yet 
rugged, and so very sensual.

"No. We don't." She wonders why he said that.

Monica wraps her arms around his neck and presses her 
body against his. She lowers his mouth to hers, 
running her hands through his wet hair. She opens her 
mouth to him, and he slides his tongue into her 
mouth, massaging her tongue with a passion and desire 
she's never known before. The dampness of his body 
makes the air between them hot and humid. If the 
office were any smaller they'd be steaming up the 
windows in no time.

She runs her hand down his chest and slowly unzips 
his pants and slides her hand into his boxers. Her 
smooth hand stroking and gently squeezing his growing 
erection. She does this to him, arouses him. He 
growls his approval into her mouth.

He's quick to take control. He doesn't like to be out 
of control of a situation for too long. He pushes her 
up against the wall. He's rough, but she likes it 
this way. Normally she'd prefer to dominate, but with 
him she's comfortable letting him take control. His 
strong hands unbutton her blouse; he moves the fabric 
aside to expose her black bra. He pulls the straps 
off her shoulder with his mouth, and his hand gropes 
her muscular arm.

His hand finds its way to the bottom of the skirt she 
wore to work today. He lifts the skirt up and grabs 
her ass, sliding his fingers underneath her panties.

His hand grasps her panties, he makes a fist around 
them and tears them from her body. Monica moans; that 
hurt, but it feels so good. She adjusts her footing 
to give his hand more room to maneuver between her 
legs. She gasps loudly as his fingertip glides 
directly over her clit. He looks into her eyes 
devilishly. Does he care if she's not ready for 
direct stimulation? Does she care? No.

She places her hands on his pants and hooks her 
thumbs on his boxers and does her best to drop his 
pants as he continues to fondle her clitoris. She 
takes hold of his cock, she slides her hand from the 
base to the head over and over and over again until 
she feels pre-cum on the tip. She wipes it up with 
her index finger. She looks directly into his eyes.

He watches her as she places her index finger in her 
mouth and sucks his cum from her finger. With anyone 
else she'd never behave this way, and he knows it. He 
brings out her wild side.

He kisses her, devouring her mouth, tasting his 
juices on her lips. His hand gropes her breast, 
squeezing it.

"God, I love you…" He moans into her ear in between 
sloppy, sexy kisses.

She leads his cock into her throbbing core; he moans. 
His hand takes hold of her leg and he lifts it up to 
help spread her legs for better penetration. He 
slides his other hand on her ass. He lifts her up and 
lets her body come down around his hard cock, her 
body weight helping him penetrate her deeper and 
deeper.

He thrusts into her as she wraps her legs around him. 
She throws her head to the side and gasps. She moves 
hard against the rhythm he's set with his powerful 
thrusts. He never tires in this position. His sheer 
power and endurance never ceases to amaze her.

Monica wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his 
face closer to hers. He rests his forehead on hers 
and stares into her eyes as they fuck. He's never 
looked at her like this before. The thrill sends 
shivers through her body. She doesn't break eye 
contact with him. He's sweating, panting, but still 
his eyes remain locked with hers.

She feels his penis twitch inside of her, he's 
nearing climax. She moves one of her hands in between 
their bodies and strokes her clit, she wants their 
orgasms as close together as possible.

Knowle smirks, he enjoys knowing she's fondling 
herself.

"Like to… fuck yourself, Mon'?" He thrusts into her 
harder, and she lets out a soft cry. "That's hot…"

Yet his eyes don't leave hers.

Monica bites her lower lip and breaks contact with 
his eyes to throw her head back and close her eyes. 
She arches her back and feels her nipples harden as 
her body quakes through a very powerful orgasm. She 
presses her fingers hard against her clit, rubbing 
herself harder as she rides out her climax. 

She screams. Her muscles tighten around his hard 
cock, contracting, throbbing. He buries his face in 
the crook of her neck and grunts loudly through his 
own orgasm. She feels the warmth of his semen seep 
into her body, filling her.

She runs her hands into his hair and holds his head 
against her chest. She sighs, content. Her body 
begins to relax.

She lowers her feet to the floor. She breathes deep 
to help her muscles relax so they can get out of this 
position on the wall. He pulls away from her and his 
limp penis slips out of her slowly. She's still 
rather tight around him, he moans.

Monica steps away from him and feels their warm 
juices seep out in between her legs. She walks to 
John's desk and grabs a tissue. She wipes down her 
inner thighs. She hears Knowle zipping up his pants. 
Is he going to leave already? She wants to talk.

"Knowle…?"

She turns to look at him.

"Yeah?" 
 
"Please don't leave yet, there's something I want to 
talk to you about."

"What about?" 
 
"Us." 

Knowle checks his wrist watch. She knows he's going 
to invent an excuse to leave.

"You said you love me." She says this with the 
slightest hint of hesitation.

His eyes lock with hers. She knows he didn't just say 
that in the passion of the moment. He means it. Her 
heartbeat races.

"You'll need to air out your office so John doesn't 
figure out you were smoking down here." Knowle 
ignores what she said. He walks to the door. "I'll 
see you soon."

And with that he leaves the office. She hears him 
walk down the hallway and press the button for the 
elevator, the doors open. He's gotten in.

"I love you too." She sighs and continues to clean 
up.

Out in the hallway, Knowle's hand has kept the 
elevator door open. He heard her say she loves him. 
He hesitates to stay. He hesitates to make their 
relationship more than just sex, but his job, he's 
more committed to his job. There's no time right now 
for love. There are more important things he needs to 
take care of. More important than himself and what he 
wants out of life. He has other obligations.

He steps away from the elevator door and leans on the 
wall. The elevator doors shut. Maybe one day when 
things have settled down. Maybe… but until then it's 
best their relationship remain non-existent.

THE END

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