From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 12 Aug 2002 19:59:52 -0000
Subject: Little Dana by Rebel
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Title: Little Dana - A Vignette
Author: Rebel
E-Mail: CDRebel@aol.com
Category: MSR
Keyword:  fever
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the x-files characters.  Chris Carter, 
            Fox, etc. own all the rights.  No infringement 
            intended.  No money made.

Summary: Dana Scully gets a fever.

Little Dana

Little Dana was in heaven.  She could feel the curve of the 
hammock beneath her and the hard camp pillow as she rocked.  
Aunt Olive and Uncle Louie let them use their camp two weeks 
each summer.  Sometimes, if Daddy was on leave, they used it 
in the autumn, too.  She smiled and sighed a happy, "Mmmmmm," 
snuggling deeper into the pillow.

She felt fingers softly brush the hair back from her face, 
then a kiss on the top of her head.  Keeping her eyes closed, 
she let her mind idly work on it.  The fingers were too large 
for Mommy, so it must be Daddy.  She loved it when Daddy could 
spend time with the family.  "Daddy?"

It must be late.  Daddy had come to get her for bedtime.  All 
that sun, swimming, running and climbing had wiped her out.  
She felt too lethargic to get up to go inside.  "Daddy, would 
you carry me to bed?"  Her voice sounded small and earnest, 
with complete confidence in her father.

His strong arms lifted her, and she snuggled her face into his 
neck, taking a deep breath.  She loved his scent.  Whenever she 
was upset or scared and her father was away, she would hide in 
his closet and just let the scent of him sooth and comfort her.  
She took another, more tentative breath.  His scent was a little 
different, but had that same comforting quality it always had.  
She relaxed and enjoyed being transported in the security of his 
arms.

He laid her on the bed and pulled up the covers.  Still without 
opening her eyes, she held onto his hand and pleaded, "Stay with 
me a little while, just till I go to sleep."

He smiled, kissed her hand and said, "Okay, Dana.  But your 
fever's pretty high.  You need to take the medicine the doctor 
gave you first.  I'll be right back."

She nodded and released his hand.  He returned quickly, as 
promised, and helped her half-sit to take her medicine.  He 
had to help hold the water glass because her hands were weak 
and shaky from the fever.

He helped her lie down again, and tucked the covers under her 
chin.  "I'm putting your water glass on this little table in 
case you get thirsty."  

She nodded again.  She was so sleepy.  But she managed a slightly 
sleep-slurred, "I love you, Daddy."

He brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.  "I love you 
too, Scully."  

When he left her bedroom, Mulder left the door half open so he 
could hear her in the night if she needed him.

End