From: Cathey Date: 22 Feb 2002 17:45:17 -0800 Subject: [all-xf] New: Blessed Recovery (1 of 1) by Cathey Scully Source: atxc Title: Blessed Recovery Author: Cathey Scully Rating: R...Mulder has a dirty mouth Category: V, R, A, post-ep for Tithonus Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: Tithonus Summary: Mulder's thoughts after the "lucky man" comment. Archive: Sure, just tell me where you're putting it, so I can visit. Feedback: Please! Even a small note is cherished. CatheyScully@the-pentagon.com or Scully@ga.prestige.net Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Ritter and Kersh are not mine. Don't sue me, because it'll be a waste of legal fees. Cause you'll end up paying more to your lawyers than you'll get from me. Notes: This sorta just came to me after watching that last scene. Thanks: To Angharad, for beta'ing, even if I didn't agree with all of her suggestions. * ~ * That bastard. That son of a bitch. Lucky Man, bullshit. The only reason why that little fucker is still alive is because my partner, my Scully, is currently listed as being "in Stable condition" and is recovering nicely. He swears it wasn't his fault that Scully got hurt. I heard the asshole's statement to the police, and Skinner, and AD Kersh. That son of a bitch should never have graduated from the academy, let alone been assigned to field duty. I pushed my way past him, the little weasel scurried off. I entered Scully's room and immediately locked gazes with her. She smiled tiredly, and reached for my hand at once. We played a quick game of thumb war before I settled on her hospital bed. I told her what her doctor told me, what was Ritter's only saving grace. She's gonna be okay. We discussed her thoughts about Alfred Fellig, but I could tell she was getting tired. She told me I didn't have to stay, but I shook my head and kissed her silently. I was staying. After some rearrangement, I slid into the bed behind Scully, and held her loosely. While she slept, I felt my blood boil once again. I'd almost lost her. Lost this. All because of him. That stupid fucking son of a bitch. He'd nearly killed the one person in the world who I trusted, who kept me sane, who I loved. Had that happened, that asshole would be six feet under right now. The night nurse came in and tried to coax me from Scully's bed, but her efforts were for naught. Until the moment Scully is discharged into my care, I'm staying right here. And if I meet Ritter ever again, that son of a bitch had better hope Scully stays well. End. Another "whim" fic for Cathey. Whatcha think?