From lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Fri May 23 23:33:11 1997 Subject: The Sickie (1/1) Nicole van Dam From: "Nicole vanDam" -------- The Sickie Nicole van Dam lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Rating: V Summary: Scully's sick and needs some comfort... Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not belong to me,,, they belong to Chris Carter and the folks in LA... I send my regards... Hey. I'm writing this because I'm sick and I needed something to do. First I had to wade through the mountain of kleenex to find the keyboard, but I just wanted to share my misfortune with all you healthy people. I hope you like it. Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things, such as warm my igloo and my sled dogs, roast whale blubber, toast those little baby seals you've seen on the cover of National Geographic, and well... amuse me because I love fire. :-) (flame rights altered for those people who still think, even after all our efforts, that the land of Canada is made entirely of permafrost... let's wake up and smell the coffee people... it's burning.) enjoy. The Sickie Nicole van Dam aka: The Warfarine Dealer The knock on the door couldn't have been that loud. It was only seven in the morning, after all. But in the congested head of Dana Scully, the knock sounded more like a marine corp. marching by. Dana cringed without opening her eyes and snuggled deeper into the warm blanket on her bed. Her head wouldn't stop pounding, even after the medication she had taken. None of it was working. she cursed, thinking of all the commercials she had seen over the years. She turned over and caught a glimpse of the mountain of kleenexes on her night stand, along with the mug of half-finished tea from the night before. The knock came again and she groaned, burying her face into her pillow. After a second, the knock was followed by the sound of a key in her lock, which ultimately narrowed down the chances of her visitors. "Scully?" came the tentative question from her living room. Ignoring the inquiry seemed to be the best decision. She really wasn't in the mood for any visitors. She wasn't very presentable even if she did want visitors. "Scully?" The voice was making its way to her bedroom. "Go away, Mulder," she said from under her blanket. Fox Mulder took in the scene and walked to his partner's side. "Are you okay?" Scully turned onto her back and looked at him from behind her puffy red eyes. "Yes, Mulder, I feel wonderful. I'm just trying to catch up on my sleep." Her response was topped off by a tiny coughing fit. Mulder looked at his transformed partner. "What happened? I mean, you were fine yesterday." Her eyes drifted shut. "The worst of them always come up on you quickly." She sighed. "Go home, Mulder," she said. "I'll be fine in a couple of days." Fox nodded and stood. "All right," he replied. "But call if you need anything, okay?" She nodded and turned over, bringing the blanket to her shoulder. Mulder walked out of her bedroom and toward the front door when her heard her coughing again. Compassion got the best of him, and he double-backed to her bathroom. Dana took a deep breath, wishing she hadn't turned him away. If anything, she wanted some comfort. The tickle in her throat caused her to cough and she groaned, wishing all of it would just go away. Lying on her back, her eyes closed, she felt the best thing she ever could have come across at that time. She flinched slightly, the difference in temperature surprising her, but a hand came to her face and stroked it lightly. "Shh. Take it easy." Scully opened her eyes a little to see Mulder sitting on the side of her bed. His other hand pressed lightly on the cold compress he'd put on her forehead and drifted down to her cheek. "Geez, Scully, you're hot." She smiled weakly. "Thank you." Mulder smiled, enjoying the joke and stood. "I'm going to put on some hot water okay? I'll be back in a sec." Dana nodded as her eyes fell shut again. God, she wanted to just sink down into a dark hole and sleep away the rest of this horrible illness. She held the compress to her forhead and pressed down so the cloth released a few drops of water. Then she took it from her brow and wiped her face down, sighing at the pleasant feel of the water. Mulder returned shortly, his trench and jacket gone, and sat beside her. "I figure after all the times you've tended to me, I thought I owed you." She smiled. He had never really seen her like this. It was a side of her that he rarely was able to witness. He knew she didn't get sick much, if she did, she didn't let on, but his time, he knew she was having a rough time with it. Scully breathed deeply, trying to fall asleep. It seemed just the knowledge of Mulder being there at her side was enough to alleviate the cold all together. She didn't care if he really did anything, just as long as he was there and keeping an eye on her. She had never liked it when he played 'big brother' to her, trying to keep her out of any trouble. But it was different this time. She wanted the peace of mind, the company, the comfort. Fox smiled as her breathing slowed and evened out. He heard the kettle in the kitchen whistling its head off and before getting up to retrieve it, he looked down at his partner. His hand reached for her, tucking a loose stand of hair behind her ear and he leaned over gently, lightly kissing her temple. "Get well, Scully." ==== THE END February 20, 1997 ==== "My immune system sucks." --a sick and grumpy Rachael McMillan Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies All I Need to Know I Learned From my Cat(s): "Don't quit... lose interest." Thanks for baring with me y'all To look is one thing, To see what you look at is another, To understand what you see is a third, To learn from what you understand is still something else: To act on what you learn is all that matters. --Taoist saying Question of the Week: If you took the shell off a turtle, would it be homeless, or naked? Death to Roborat!! >:-) --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------