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Sick Day	By : Maripose Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 6705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 1
Scully sat at hers and Mulder’s desk, waiting for said man to appear. She stared at the computer screen, a blank document open and the case file in front of her.
The case Mulder and she had just worked had been mildly typical. They argued about whether or not the creepy looking kid in a small southern town was secretly an alien abduction victim.
She had been right; he was just a weird kid with an odd birth defect.
Just another case where Mulder had wasted both their times in the pursuit of something, ‘Out Of This World’.
She sat back and looked at the clock. Thirty minutes late.
Very Un-Mulder like.
If he wasn’t here in thirty more minutes, Mulder was going to get a phone call from a very angered Dana Scully.
So Scully sat back and began her paperwork for the monumental time waste of a case on her desk.
The minutes slipped by quickly for Scully, and before she knew it, it had been an hour since she had decided to call Mulder, and she still had not seen hide or hair of the man.
She leaned over and picked up her office phone and dialed his home phone number.
On the third ring a tired and sore voice answered, “Mulder.”
Scully was suddenly sorry she had called, “Hey Mulder, it’s Scully. You hadn’t come in, and I didn’t hear anything, and I wanted to see what was up.”
Mulder coughed on the other end before answering, “Sick. Sorry for not calling you. I called the Skinner’s assistant.”
Scully felt even worse, “I’m sorry Mulder. I hope you feel better.”
He ‘hmmd’ on the other end and coughed again.
“I’ll bring you some soup tonight, ok?” Scully offered, trying to make up for the fact that she had probably woken the sick man up.
“No, Scully, it’s fine. You don’t-”
Scully cut Mulder off, “Well, I’m going to. I’ll stop at home and pick up some things, then go to your place and make you some soup.”
Mulder coughed one more time, “If you insist. See you tonight Dana.”
Scully was quieted at the use of her first name as the phone disconnected at the other end. She pulled the phone away from her ear, looked down at it and raised an eyebrow, before she put the receiver back into the cradle.
“Alright then.”
She then went back to work on her file, hoping to get it in to Skinner before lunch so she could take the rest of the day off and go home to make Mulder some soup.
She didn’t have anything else to do today anyway.
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She laid the file on Skinner’s secretary’s desk turned to the woman, “I’m going to take the rest of the day off. Can you tell the A.D. for me please?”
The woman nodded and Scully turned and left to go back to the basement office to collect her things together and go home.
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Scully stood in front of Mulder’s apartment, one arm holding a bag containing her home-made soup for the sick man, her other hand holding the key to his apartment as she tried to fit it into his lock.
Before she could fully unlock the door it was unlocked from the other side and the door pulled away from her.
In the doorway stood a very bedraggled tired looking Fox Mulder. He nodded to Scully before turning his back on her and walking back to his couch, his shoulders slumped and feet dragging slightly in his exhausted state.
Scully walked in and took her key from the lock before closing the door behind her and locking it. She walked the rest of the way in and entered the kitchen, setting down her bag on the counter top.
“Sorry if I woke you trying to open the door.” She took the container out and set it down, balling up the plastic bag and throwing it away.
“No, I was awake. I haven’t been able to sleep. My head’s too fuzzy.” Mulder tiredly answered from the next room.
Scully tsk’d, “You should have told me, I would have stopped off and brought you some medicine.”
Mulder hissed from the next room, “Medicine? Like, from stores? Scully, come on. You know what they put in that stuff. I’d never put that poison in me.”
Scully rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bowl from the cupboard above the stove, “Can you not be so paranoid for just a few days Mulder? You’re sick, let it go.”
Another scoff, “Please, this would be the best time to get at me, while I’m sick and weak. I can barely stand on my own right now Scully, let alone fight for the truth!” As his voice rose in a mock yell, it was cut off with a sharp cough that sounded wracking and painful and caused Scully to wince.
“Oh keep your voice down He-Man. You’ll kill yourself if you’re not careful.” She washed her hands before dipping a slender finger into the soup, checking the heat of it before she shrugged and licked the soup off her finger, picking the bowl up in her other hand and carrying it to the other room.
She stood in front of the TV, soup in hand as she placed the bowl on the table in front of the sick man.
Mulder sat up to make room for Scully on the couch and leaned forward to pull the bowl closer to him, his shoulders hunched under the blanket he had pulled over himself.
Scully sat down next to him and kicked her shoes off before leaning back on the couch and pulling her legs up to tuck them under herself.
The pair sat quietly, watching a scratchy black and white movie on the TV, Mulder eating his soup and Scully occasionally rubbing has back.
When the soup finished Mulder sat back and looked at Scully, catching her eye before using his shoulder to nudge her over. The small woman slid to the end of the couch, a confused look on her face.
Mulder laid down, adjusting the blanket around himself so that he could remain wrapped, his feet hanging off the end of the couch as he laid his head in Scully lap.
The woman looked mildly amused as she tangled her fingers in Mulder’s hair, beginning to pet the man as his eyes slipped closed.
With a small moan, Mulder was fast asleep his breathing even when not punctuated by snores.
Scully kept up petting Mulder’s head even when he was asleep before she too was consumed by comfort and let her head fall back against the couch, asleep.
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When Mulder awoke, his head felt much better and his sinuses had cleared some. Scully magical witches brew had worked! He was mostly cured!
He sat up and looked to his side to see the sleeping Scully. When he realized she was still asleep, he tried to not jostle her too much as he got up, laying the blanket he had used on the sleeping form and heading off to his bathroom to shower days’ worth of fever sweat off of his body.
After he was showered and in a loose pair of sweat pants he walked back out into his living room, Scully still asleep on the couch.
Scully quietly approached the woman and watcher her face.
She was calm, something he saw rarely, and even more rarely seen, her face wasn’t tense. Her whole body was loose muscles. Mulder reveled in the sight and imprinted it into his memory.
Her lips were slightly parted to take in air, and her eyes shifted beneath her lids, her expression lax.
Mulder put one hand on the back of the couch and leaned in, bringing his face within inches of Scully’s.
Scully’s head rolled to the left facing Mulder more and a small noise escaped her before she settled back into normal breathy sleep noises.
Mulder reached his other hand up and slipped some loose hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth of his hand against her face, letting his hand linger there for a moment.
With his hand softly on her face Mulder thought about the woman in front of him. His partner, his other half. The person who knew him better than anyone else, and someone he knew just as well.
They had seen each other at their highs, laughing and happy, celebrating.
They had pulled the other up from their lows, loss of family, or hopes, aspirations, dreams.
Before Mulder realized it, his eyes were closed and he had laid his lips against Scully’s sleeping ones in a chaste kiss.
Mulder felt a hand fall upon the one he had on Scully’s face.
He pulled away both hand and face from Scully to see the woman’s eyes open, her hand raised to him.
“Scully! I…I was-”
Scully looked away from Mulder’s flushed face before a look of realization slid onto her face.
“Oh.”
With that one word Scully stood up and rushed to the front door of the apartment, fumbling with the lock before throwing the door open and walking out, leaving Mulder dumbfounded by the couch.
“Fuck.”
After a few seconds Mulder rushed to his door and looked out into the hallway, hoping Scully had stopped.
She had not.
Mulder shut the door on the empty hallway and locked it.
He trudged his way back to his couch and sat down heavily.
“Oh, fuck.”
He rested his elbows upon his knees and laid his head on hands.
“I’m so fucked.”
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A.N. My first MulderXScully! Ooo I’m excited! Aren’t you?! Also, I have no clue what this will be rated. I’m still mulling that one over! Enjoy!
Also, please feel free to review! Let me know what you think, or if there are any flaws or grammar mistakes!
~Maripose
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