From: Jennifer Sheppard Date: 17 Feb 2003 23:28:00 -0800 Subject: xfc: NEW: Snow Daze - MSR, MT Source: atxc TITLE: Snow Daze AUTHOR: Jenna (aka XFMnS4Ever) DATE /TIME WRITTEN: 02/17/03 - 10:00 p.m. FEEDBACK: Feed me at xfmns4ever@yahoo.com SPOILERS: None. CLASSIFICATION: MSR; MT RATING: PG DISCLAIMER: Nope...a girl can dream though. ARCHIVE: Yes....Please! SUMMARY: Mulder just *can't* catch a break. Or can he? AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought it would be nice to do a little piece of fluff with some mild torture to our favorite guy during this wintertime storm most of us seem to be going through. Happy Birthday to the February babies at the "Mulder's Refuge Board." This one's for you. ;) This hasn't been beta-ed yet. All mistakes are my own. ****************************************************** February 23, 2003 Scully's apartment 7:00 p.m. "Happy Birthday Scully," he said handing her the fuzzy bear with a small rectangular box attached. "What's this?" "Well, open it up and find out," he answered with a suppressed grin. She slowly pulled the bow away and opened the box, which revealed a small pair of sapphire earrings. "Oh Mulder, these are beautiful. Thank you so much". She reached over to hug him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "You are welcome." She had insisted he come over for dinner after work, neither of them knowing the snow was beginning to accumulate at a rapid pace. He looked over to the fireplace and realized it needed another log. He stood and stretched his long, lanky form from its resting position. "Looks like we need another log." "I'll put one on. Sit down...you are company." "No it's okay, Scully. I got it." While crossing the room, she was too late to warm him of the small toy car left by Matthew over last weekend's visit. "Mul..." CRASH! "Oh God...Mulder are you okay?" she asked rushing to his side to examine him for injuries. She noted he could not seem to move and had a glazed look of agony and pain on his face. "Mulder? Damn Mulder, answer me!" "'M okay Scully. Just got the wind knocked out of me." He attempted to sit up, but realized only then that the pain was not from being able to catch his breath, but his wrist was throbbing with pain. "Uh...I can't move my wrist." "Try to move your thumb." With much effort, but little results due to the pain, she realized it was time to take him to the hospital. "Mulder, I need to take you to have this x-rayed. It's probably broken." "Nooooo. I'm *not* going to a hospital Scully. Can't you fix with something here?" he whined. "Mulder, even if I did have everything, and I don't; I could not even x-ray your wrist to see if it's broken. We need to take you to the hospital." Suddenly resigned to the fact he was not getting out of this one, he stood with her assistance. She helped him into his jacket and zipped it up and then proceeded to do the same with her own, closing the fireplace doors before they left. Once outside, she realized she was going to have to scrape snow and ice off her vehicle before she could drive anywhere. "Come on, I'll start the car and you can get warm." He didn't argue and went directly to the car door. As he placed his good arm on the door frame to seat himself, it slipped and he fell on the ground. "Ouch!" "I can't take you anywhere," she muttered, helping him stand up and get situated in the car. She finished cleaning off the windows and started the drive to the hospital. ****************************************************** February 23, 2003 Georgetown Memorial Hospital Emergency Room 9:15 p.m. "Hello Mr. Mulder, I am Dr. Geragos. I hear you had a little mishap this evening? Can you tell me what happened?" While glaring at Scully, he spoke, "Well doctor, it seems as if my friend here had a little something on her floor and forgot to tell me. In any case, to make a long story short...I tripped on a toy car and hurt my wrist...and here I am. So how long before I can get sprung from this joint?" The doctor smiled at his impatience. "Well, x-ray is a little backed up right now, but it shouldn't be more than another 30 minutes I would say. Let me call them and see right now. I'll be right back." "Thanks doc, I appreciate that." After about 10 minutes, the doctor returned and gave Mulder the good news that it looked like he could be called in next. Within the hour, his arm was in a stretch splint with instructions from the doctor to use the RICE method to help heal his strained wrist and to take off two weeks from field time. Giving his assurance to the doctor that he would follow all instructions, they were allowed to sign him out and leave. "Scully, I didn't want to sound dumb or anything, but what exactly *is* the RICE method?" "Uh, that means rest, ice, compression and elevation." "Oh...thank you, Dr. Scully," he smiled widely. She quickly noticed his earlier foul mood had long since disappeared and hoped he did not blame her for his current state. "Mulder, earlier...I'm sorry I didn't tell you in time." "Really, it's okay Scully. Besides...now you have to give me a present on *your* birthday." She reached over the car seat and whispered close to his ear. "What kind of a present would you like on *my* birthday Mulder?" He turned to look at her with a knowing grin. "Ah...ah...ah. You will find out soon enough." ****************************************************** February 23, 2003 Scully's apartment 10:30 p.m. Once they had arrived back at her apartment and settled in, she stoked the fireplace with another log and the blaze soon regained it's earlier brightness. "Mulder do you want a glass of iced tea?" "Sure. Could you also put some ice in that bag of yours and bring it in when you come. My wrist is starting to hurt like crazy." She was instantly at his side. "Your medication wearing off? Dr. Geragos gave me some samples before we left. I can get you one," she said with worry. "Scully, I'll be fine. Please go get the tea and bag of ice." When she returned to the living room, she found he had removed his shoes and was laying on his good side asleep. She smiled down at him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips and covered him with the throw from the back of the couch. "I guess it will be tomorrow before you can tell me what I was supposed to give you for *my* birthday." However, she walked away before hearing his quiet response. "You gave me *you* for your birthday," he murmured and fell into a deep sleep. -END-