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Sick Day	By : Maripose Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 6706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Scully sat with Skinner for a while longer before a Doctor walked into the waiting room, raising a chart and reading a name off, “Mulder?”
Scully stood and walked to the man, “I’m his partner.”
The doctor looked skeptically at her before glancing to the man who was now standing behind Scully, “Family?”
Scully fidgeted her hands and looked away, “Well, no.”
“Spouse?”
“At one point…”
The doctor glanced at her, “Excuse me Ma’am?”
More fidgeting, a sigh. “No.”
“Girlfriend?”
Scully’s face flamed at she caught the doctor’s eye, “No. Not exactly. Partner, from work.”
Skinner laid a hand on Scully’s shoulder and stepped forward, showing his badge to the doctor, “I’m his boss. Just tell us the room number.”
The doctor’s eyebrows rose as he looked at Skinner’s badge before turning his back, “Follow me, I’ll bring you to the room. He’s a bit groggy, but we’re trying to keep him awake, want to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.”
Scully hurried along behind the man, attempting to keep her hands calmly at her sides, her tense shoulders giving away how upset she was by the situation.
The doctor showed brought them up one level and showed them down a white hallway before stopping at a door with the numbers 101-3, “He’s in there. Just, don’t get him too riled up, he was pretty sick. We have him on some fluids, but he should get to leave by about 6 tonight.”
Scully rushed in as the Skinner held the doctor back and talked to the man a bit.
Mulder was watching TV as he was lying on the hospital bed, his clothes folded on the night stand next to him.
He turned to see who had walked in, a smile gracing his lips as he saw it was Scully. He pointed up to the TV, an excited grin on his face.
“They get porn here! Can you believe that Scully! Porn!” Mulder turned back to the lewd program before shutting off the TV and set the remote on his folded clothes on the chair next to his bed.
Scully sat in a chair placed next to the bed, “How are you feeling Mulder?”
He leaned back into the pillows behind him, the goofy smile still on his face, “Better. I feel loads better. Guess all I needed was to pass out.” He laughed at the disapproving look on Scully’ face, “No need to worry your pretty little red head. The Doc says I should be out of here by tonight.”
Scully gave a weak attempt at a smile but it slid off her face quickly, “Mulder look, I’m so sorry about-”
Mulder let his hand land on one of hers, “Think nothing of it. It was my mistake. Let’s just forget the whole thing, yeah?”
He looked earnestly into her face, trying to keep his as neutral as possible, as away from his true feelings of breaking apart in the wake of her rejection away from his expression.
“No Mulder, you don’t understand. When I said-” Before Scully could finish Mulder’s doctor walked in, cutting off the small red headed woman.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Could I speak with Mr. Mulder, alone.” The man stood in his white coat holding a chart, not having the wherewithal left after speaking to Skinner and a full shift to even appear bashful.
Scully stood suddenly, pulling her hand away from Mulder’s and keeping her face trained on the Doctor’s, “Yes, of course. I’ll just be, right outside with Skinner.” And with that, the small woman hurried out the door to meet her bosses inquisitive face.
“Well?”
Scully sighed and leaned against the wall next to Skinner, “He said his doctor was going let him out of the Hospital tonight if all keeps going well. He’s fine. Just a bump on the head, some exhaustion. He probably shouldn’t come into work for a few days.”
Skinner sighed and put an arm around the diminutive woman’s shoulders, “That’s not what I was asking, and you know it.”
She nodded, dipping her head low, “I know Sir.”
He squeezed her shoulder once and was contented to just let her lean against him, “Ok. We’re not talking about it. But please know Dana, I’m here if you need someone to talk to, even outside of a professional capacity.”
She nodded, her head keeping low.
Skinner sighed again and pulled her to stand in front of him, pulling her head to rest against his chest, one arm wrapped around her upper back, the other hand resting against the top of her head.
“I’m sorry Dana. I know this whole situation is taxing and rough. Everything will seem fine soon. It always works out between you two. You know it does.”
She nodded, her eyes and Skinner’s shirt remaining dry and tear free. One arm of hers slipping around the tall man’s waist, “Thank you Sir. This is…Immensely helpful.”
He smiled and leaned his head down to rest a cheek on the top of his Agent’s head, “Anytime. Now, why don’t you head home and rest and think some and I’ll take Agent Mulder home? Some time alone to think and relax and just not worry about things might do you some good, don’t you think?”
The red head under his head nodded and took a step back, shaking her head quickly before looking up at the man in front of her.
“You’re very right, thank you Sir. I’ll see you tomorrow at the office. Please make sure Mulder doesn’t come in. You know he’s going to try”
A laugh bubbled up from the man, “I’ll do my best Agent. Now go. Head home, sleep, relax. See you tomorrow.”
The man stepped around the woman and headed into the room in front of them.
Scully sighed and walked out the nearest exit of the hospital, hailed a cab, and took a quiet ride home, her mind stuck on Mulder flat in the hallway, sick, and all her fault.
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She sat back in her bed and lay the folder down, her eyes throbbing. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, two ten am, and decided that sleep would just have to be forced.
She’d put all thoughts of Mulder down and just sleep.
She turned the light off, slid the folder to the edge of the left side of her bed, and rolled onto her right side, and closed her eyes.
She listened to the quiet street outside.
She heard the rooms shift around her.
She heard the awkward chirp of those stupid birds that couldn’t just realize it was two in the morning and it was not, so they seemed to think, the middle of the day.
She lay flat on her back, hands resting on her stomach, and sighed.
Closed her eyes once again, and tried to just let everything slow to a non-existent crawl in her mind and allow her heartbeat to lull her to sleep.
And then the knock happened.
It startled her and she sat up, thinking she had misheard it.
It was someone else’s door getting knocked on in the middle of the night.
Another rap followed.
Nope, her door.
She laid her feet on her cold floor and flinched back.
Ok, cold floor, slippers time.
She fished the slippers out from under her bed with her toes before sliding her feet into the cozy warmth.
Meanwhile, someone was very insistently knocking on her door.
She grabbed her robe from the back of her bedroom door and walked quickly to the door, throwing it open in irritation.
“It’s two am, what the hell do you-Mulder! You should be at home! Asleep! What the hell are you doing here!” The small woman held her place in her doorway, arm still on the door, barring all entry into her domain.
“Well, Skinner drove me home a few hours ago and insisted on staying until now. He said he had to talk to me, make sure I fell asleep. He’s asleep on my couch now. Can I come in?” The man stood before her in light gray sweatpants and a slip on jacket.
Scully glanced over her shoulder into her darkened apartment before looking back at Mulder, “I’m not so sure. It’s late, you really should be at home asleep. You just got out of the Hospital Mulder.”
Mulder smiled at her concern before laying a hand on her shoulder, “Well, I’m already here. Might as well just let me crash here, right?”
Scully heaved a sigh and looked at him, “Mulder, about the hospital-”
He pushed her hand gently away from the doorjamb and brushed passed her, “No need to say a thing Scully. All is fine and forgotten. Guest room’s this way right?” and the tall man hurried off down the hallway leading to the bathroom, guestroom, and master bedroom.
Scully closed the door behind him and sighed.
Yup, no sleep tonight. She might as well call in sick tomorrow because she wasn’t going to be able to do anything tomorrow with no sleep tonight.
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Sleep claimed Dana Scully at about five am soon after she called in sick to work.
She was awoken at six am but A.D. Skinner knocking on her door asking if Mulder was there.
She said yes. The man nodded gravely and left, only smirking after Dana had closed the door and he was halfway down her buildings hallway.
She was awoken yet again at seven am by something warm nudging her onto her side and curling itself tight to her back.
She moaned in exhaustion and gave a push to the warm thing with her ass, whining, “Go away Missy. I’m tired and don’t give a shit if you’re afraid of the dark.” Before falling back to sleep.
She missed the huffed laughter that mingled with the hairs on the top of her head in her sleep.
She woke again at twelve in the afternoon, bleary eyed and still tired.
She stretched and wiggled her body so she was laying on her opposite site and slid her nose against the warm hard plane in front her, breathing in deeply and knocking the top of her head against the bony chin resting on top of her head.
Her eyes sprang open and she jolted back, her hands shoving against the chest in front of her and legs kicking out to smash against bares ones in a slamming kicking motion.
She sat up and grabbed the gun from her bed side table and swung it down to rest at the grumbling prone body on her floor.
“Never surprise an F.B.I. agent, gotcha.”
Scully lowered the gun and looked down at the man on her floor, “Mulder, what the fuck.”
She raised the gun again and switch the safety on, leveling the barrel on the man’s shoulder, “If you did a damn thing to me other than crawl into my bed speak now and I might not shoot you. I’ve done it once, I’ll do it the fuck again.”
Mulder started to stand and got ready to get back on the bed when Scully clicked her tongue to her teeth and used the gun to gesture away from the edge of her bed, “Don’t even think about it. Stay right there, bed creeper.”
He sighed and stepped back holding his hands palm up next to his head, “Gotcha. Listen to the lady with the gun.”
Scully snorted, “Duh. Now, explain.”
Mulder sighed and leaned against the window sill at his back, “Your guest room was cold.”
Scully put the gun back into her bedside table and leveled her gaze on him again, “So you hopped into my bed? Mulder, you’ve been here enough to know where the blankets are. Come on now, really?”
He huffed and looked over his shoulder outside, “Well, we’re close. I figured you wouldn’t mind letting a sick man just out of the hospital into your bed!”
Scully raised an eyebrow, un-amused and blank faced, “So you could get me sick? Thank you Mulder. That’s just what I wanted, to be sick.”
He chuckled and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I’m sorry ok. I just-I wanted to-I was cold and it just, seemed like a good idea. I’m sorry. I am. I’ll just, head back to my room now, ok?”
Mulder stood away from the window and let his arms fall to his sides and started to walk towards Scully’s bedroom door.
Scully huffed and leaned back against her headboard, “Mulder.”
The man stopped in the open door way and turned to face the red head in her bed, “Yeeees Ms. Scully?”
“You’re not too much of a sick moron to make me pancakes, are you?”
Mulder laid a hand to his chest and let out a high pitched huff, “Me?! You doubt my pancake skills? Scully, you wound me!”
Scully rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah. Blueberries in the freezer, hop to it Spooky.”
Mulder walked off to the kitchen, a smile spreading his face as he heard the shower switch on in the direction of Scully’s room.
He got out a bowl and a skillet and began to rifle through the freezer for the blueberries, “Yeah, I’ll make you pancakes, pancakes so good you’ll love me. That’ll show you, little red headed Minx.”
Mulder continued to mutter to himself as he began the pancake process, a smile in semi-permanent residence on the man’s face.
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A.N. BAM. Chapter III! Only took, like, fifty billion months. I’m sorry. I just, slumped. I just couldn’t care anymore and I’m so sorry. I’m writing again now! And it looks like I’ll have a lot of time for writing, no job and all, and my college doesn’t start for like, another 2 months, lucky all you! I’m also working on my other fanfics, and some new fandoms now too!
Love,
Maripose!
(written to Maroon 5 - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long, We Are Scientists – With Love and Squallor, Skrillex)
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