From: "daniela labod" Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2001 21:10:18 +0800 Subject: xfc: NEW: Making It Better by Corran Source: xfc Title: Making it better Author: Corran (e-mail: starfish666@email.com) Rating: PG-13 Classification:V, MSR, UST Spoilers: none Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST Summary: Mulder has some little problems Archive: yes!! but please tell me where it goes (`cause i want to visit it ). Just e-mail me. Disclaimer: nope, they`re not mine (unfortunately). they belong to cc and 1013 Feedback: YES !! I love feedback. Written 03/28/2001 Making it better Scully is sitting across the room working on some expense reports. I'm trying to do the same but when I stretch my arm to get a file that is about to fall to the floor I wince in pain. "Mulder? Is something wrong?" Scully asks me, the concern in her voice obvious. I try to reassure her. "Nah, not really. I think I've just pulled a nerve. Here at my ribs." I say and point to the hurting spot at my left side. "It hurts a little when I move or breathe." Wow. Have I really said that? Usually I'm not one who would admit when he's in pain. "Why don't you call it a day and go home? It would probably be better if you could lay down for awhile." Well, she has a point.. "Maybe you're right. Why don't you go home, too? I would feel guilty for letting you do all the paperwork." I stand up to get my coat and wince again. Shit. Scully's seen it. "You sure you can drive? Why don't I just drop you off at your appartment?" Before I can say anything against it she already has grabbed her briefcase, keys and coat and shoves me out of the office. "Try not to make any rash movements, Mulder." Scully's already slipped in mother-bear-mode and I can't help the smile that creeps over my face when she helps me to get settled on my couch and places a cushion under my head. "Thanks, Scully." "You know, I'm sure you would feel better if you'd let me massage it a little." "Hey, you're the doctor. Just go ahead." Who am I to complain anyway? She starts a gentle massaging. I never thought they're teaching that stuff at medschool. So where did she learn it? Comfort wins over curiosity and I begin to relax under her touch. "My mom used to do that when I was a child," she says suddenly. "I often had some injuries." She laughs at the memory. "You could say I was a *wild* child." "What, the calm and reasonable Dr. Scully was a tomboy?" I just HAD to tease her about that. "Yeah," she admits,"I sort of had to. With two brothers?" After some minutes of comfortable silence she speaks again. "Hmmm, take off your shirt. I think that's better. And...relax." Uh oh, relax...Not an easy task when her strong, tiny hands are dancing up and down my ribcage. Soon it stops hurting and I enjoy her touch. It sends shivers through my body and up my spine. I think she knows exactly what she's doing to me 'cause I'm way past the point where I am able to supress my reactions. Scully smiles down at me. That wonderful 1000-watt-smile that reaches her beautiful blue eyes and never fails to touch my heart. I could drown in those baby blue eyes... "Better?" she asks and it takes me some time to focus on her words. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Thanks, that was wonderful. You know, you could make a living out of it when you've had enough of the FBI." "I don't think so. I like what we do and who I am now." "But your job description doesn't include massages for your partner. How can I ever make up for it?" "Oh, I'm sure I can come up with something," she replies and a wicked smile creeps over her face. Should I be afraid? Nah. I only hope that some day I get to *massage* some parts of *her* body... END. AUTHOR'S NOTES: well, that was just a little piece I wrote awhile ago (you could call it my early days in fanfic writing) and wanted to share. Therefore it can contain some spelling and other mistakes. I don't have spellcheck so it would be nice if you send me an email to point out the mistakes I made. And yes, it really can hurt like hell to clamp or pull a nerve. --