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Ok, guyz, I haven't written a serious fan fic in a while
so I thought I'd grace you with one today<g> It's
basically about Scully taking care of Mulder when he's
sick, we've seen this a million times before, but he's
only got the flu now, not some alien virus;*) For some
reason, taking care of the person you love when their
sick is one of the most romantic things in the world to
me, so enjoy!
From: K@tie at DKScully@juno.com
Category:VR
Date: June 28, 1997
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mulder gets sick, and it's Dr. Dana to the
rescue! Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and Skinner belong to
CC, 1013, and FOX, not lil ole me ;*) Author's note:
Ok, ok, I'm only 13, but as it turns out I know a lot
about love. I know that it's a natural instinct to
women to want to take care of the men they love when
they're feeling under the weather, and that's just what
happens in this story ;*)
Only For You
Dana breezed in the office this morning to find
that Mulder
wasn't there. Odd, she thought. As she walked over to
her desk, she noticed a post-it note stuck to her name
plate. It read, 'Agent Scully, Agent Mulder will be
out today, on a sick day.' She frowned. I wonder if
he's ok, she thought. Without even realizing, she
picked up the phone, and called him.
Lying on his couch with a cold sweat, Mulder was in
no shape to
get the phone. He let it ring until it stopped, and
then threw up into a bowel beside his couch. This flu
was awful, and he didn't want to talk to anyone at the
moment.
She frowned again, and made a split second decision
to go see if
he was okay. She picked up the phone once more. "Yes,
I'd like to speak with Assistant Director Skinner,
please. Sir, this is Agent Scully, I'm not feeling very
well myself, and I'm going to take a sick day. Yes,
I'll be ok. Thank you."
He felt rather than heard someone knocking at his
door. "Who is
it?" He asked a bit annoyed and groggy.
"Mulder, it's me."
He gave a small smile. "Scully, you don't want to
be here right
now, trust me."
She could hear vomiting from the other side of the
door. She
wasn't really worried about herself getting sick, she
just wanted to take care of him. "Oh, I think I could
give a day to take care of a friend," she said softly as
she opened the door and stood before him.
"You don't need to take care of me, Scully, you
could get sick
yourself."
"I know, but I want to take care of you. Is that
okay?"
"Sure," he said with a grin.
She frowned. "Mulder, you should be in bed."
He sighed. "I usually sleep here anyway, plus I
was too tired."
"Well, come on, we're going to get you
comfortable."
He just looked at her, knowing that even if he did
try to resist,
she'd win in the end. She came over to his side, gently
sitting him up, slipping an arm around his back, and
resting the other on his chest lightly to steady them.
She smiled, noticing his black silk boxers beneath a
white tee shirt. Even when he was sick, he was the most
adorable man she'd ever seen. They took small and
careful steps to his bed. She sat him down, and tucked
him in. After he was settled, she ran her hand slowly
over his forehead, and he closed his eyes and smiled.
She noticed he was sweating, and her medical training
took over, but not before her heart. She leaned down,
and kissed his forehead, lingering a little, loving
being this close to him. "I'll be right back, I'm going
to rinse out your bowel, and bring it back with a cold
ice rag, " She whispered. He nodded sleepily, and
sighed again.
When she returned, he had fallen asleep. She
placed the bowel
next to the bed, and folded the wash rag before setting
it gently on his forehead. She pulled a chair up to his
side where she could sit and keep an eye on him. She
slipped her small hand into his, and he unconciously
took it, giving it a gentle squeeze before returning
limp. She smiled and sat back in the chair. For a long
while, she just sat, watching him sleep, paying close
attenion to the slow rising and falling of his chest.
Without a stethoscope, she couldn't know exactly,
but she placed
her hand softly under the neckline of his shirt to check
his heartbeat. His skin was much warmer than hers, but
she didn't know if it was his fever, or being this
close. His heart beat slow and rhythmic beneath her
palm, and she exhaled slowly, relieved. Before she
could take her hand away, Mulder unconciously took it,
pressed it gently to his lips, and laid it on the pillow
beside his head. She smiled, before taking her hand
back, to rest at her side. He must be dreaming.
As he rolled onto his side, the rag slid off his
head. She
picked it up, and felt his forehead again to see if his
fever had subsided. He wasn't as hot as he was when she
had first come, and that was good. She allowed her hand
to slide down the features of his face tenderly, cupping
his cheek before returning her hand to her side. "How
could anyone love somebody so much?" She thought to
herself before slipping off to sleep herself.
Sometime later, she woke to find Mulder gone, and
water running
in the bathroom. She sat still until the water was
turned off, and Mulder emerged from the bathroom with a
towel around his waist. She surpressed staring at his
gorgeous body to look him in the eyes which melted her
anyway. "Feeling better?" She asked a bit strained.
"Yeah, 100%, you're very good, Dr. Dana," He said
with a smile
that sent a chill down her spine.
She smiled back, almost blushing. "Yeah, well I
would do it only
for you, Mulder."
He smiled again, touched by her words, knowing she
meant them.
He stared into her eyes for a couple minutes before
realizing he was still only wearing a wet towel. "Oh, I
guess I should change, huh?" He asked a bit chagrinned.
Her mind said, "Well actually..." But she ended up
saying,
"Yeah, you don't want to catch another cold." She
smiled at him, and left the bedroom so he could change.
Five minutes later, he came out wearing black jeans
and a new
white tee shirt. She silently wondered if he knew what
his taste in clothes did to her. She was standing by
the door with her coat on, and he came over to her.
"Hey, Scully, as a reward for taking care of me, how
bout we go get some pizza, my treat?"
She gave him that famous frown. "Mulder, you were
sick just a
couple hours ago, do you think you'll be ok?"
"Hours? Scully, it's Tuesday," he said coming up
behind her to
massage her shoulders. "You spent the night in my
chair. I'll be fine, but I'm sure you're hungery."
She smiled. "Yeah,lets go." She turned the door
knob, but his
words stopped her.
"And Scully?"
She turned around.
"Thank you for taking care of me, I really
appreciate it. It's
nice to have someone."
The sentence sounded to her like it wasn't over,
but when he
didn't speak more, his meaning set in on her, and she
had a warm feeling in her heart. She smiled at him
sweetly, and nodded.
The End!
Hey guyz, I know you're dying to give me
feedback on
this<g> Well even if you're not, it would sure be
appreciated! Send all comments to DKScully@juno.com
Thanx for reading! K@tie ;*)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ K@tie a.k.a.
Sam-The truely hopeless romantic X-Files Fan Fic rules
Silk Stalker forever~Long live Chris&Rita! "Trust Dr.
Lorenzo." ~Chris Lorenzo
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