From: "Bud Weiser" <bweiser@ceasa.net>
Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 22:12:22 -0600
Source: revision

Title: Sick Angel

Rating: PG/12K/Category SR

Spoilers:

Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance

Summary: Scully gets the Flu and Mulder tries to cure her, but things
don't always work out nicely.

 

Disclaimer: I have no money.  I do not own any of these charcaters, just
what they do in this story.  Cris Carters owns everything cause he is a
god(lol, not). Sue me and get my.crappy computer made of cannibalized
parts, cause that is all I have.

February 2nd 

Scully's apartment
9:05 am

     Scully hung up the phone and then coughed, she was rapped up in her
favorite afghan that she had made with her mother and was surrounded by
cough drops, tissues and glasses, which once held juice.  She felt
horrible.  She was wearing her gray sweat pants and shirt, and her hair
was tangled, frizzy, and it was not styled at all.  <I cannot believe I
got the Flu> she thought.  

"Better call Mulder," she said to herself as she reached for the phone
again, dodging the boxes of tissues and her thermometer.

     She hit memory 2, the office, on her phone and waited for him to
answer.

"Mulder." 

"Mulder, its me.  I am not going to be in today," She said in a throaty
voice.

"Scully, I probably shouldn't say this, but you sound horrible."

"Thanks a lot Mulder," Scully replied with a slight bit of sarcasm and a
grin, her voice getting more raspy as she spoke,  "I have the Flu."

"Is that your medical opinion?  Have you gotten a second opinion? .Sorry
to hear that, "Mulder said in a soft, sweet voice, the voice he always
uses when he is concerned for her, "Do you want me to bring anything by
for you. Some Sherbet, tea, a few of my videos?"  Mulder tried not to
laugh but he couldn't help it.

"Yea, Mulder, sure I want to see your videos.  I am having a hard enough
time keeping saltines down already without seeing that," she grinned
into the phone and Mulder grinned when he heard her grin. <I had better
not frown, she can see it through the phone.  Is that a good thing or a
bad.Good>

"Well, you get better now, okay?  I need you to be here to keep me in
line, "Mulder said.

"Okay, Mulder, I will.  Now you stay out of trouble.  And that is an
order, Mister."  "If you even choose to follow it," she mumbled into the
phone.

"I heard that," Mulder said with a chuckle.

She started to chuckle but stopped immediately when it hurt her throat. 
She quickly said, "Bye Mulder."

"See-ya later, Scully.  And I might drop by later to see how you are,"
and with that he hung up before she could get a word in edge-wise.

     She hung up the phone with a grin, which seized immediately when
she started to cough uncontrollably.  Scully turned on the TV and looked
for something good to watch.  To her dismay the only thing on was the
news and Barney. <Who can stand that cheery purple thing when they are
miserable? >Scully thought with a yawn.  After thinking that she left it
on a channel, which was doing its newscast and closed her eyes.

 

Mulder's office

11:30 am

     

Mulder sit in his office, his legs resting in-between the ruble on his
desk, trying to keep his mind on his work, but it was impossible today. 
He too was not looking his best, but his grungy appearance was because
of his worry over Scully at home, sick.  His gray suit coat was
unbuttoned, revealing the half-untucked shirt underneath, and the
matching gray pants were wrinkled from his sitting all day.  He looked
over to her "area" and wished that she were there for him to watch,
hear, and to have someone to talk to.  His heart and mind longed for her
when she was not there, but to the ease of his mind he knew she was at
home and was not kidnapped or abducted.  <If she were gone again I do
not know what I would do.  What if I lost her forever? >the thought made
Mulder frown.  

With a sigh Mulder looked at his watch.  <It is a slow day, Scully is
sick, and it is near lunchtime.  I doubt Skinner would have any problem
with me taking a longer lunch than usual. >  And with that though Mulder
went over to the coat rack grabbed his black trench coat and his Glock,
then headed out the door, locking it of course, on his way to his car. 
He would have made it there without being seen, undisturbed, free for
leaving and finding the one he needed, but Skinner was getting out of
the elevator just as Mulder had stepped out into the hall.

Skinner queried with his teeth clenched, "Agent, where are you going?"  

<He is either mad about my leaving or is having a bad day><I am going to
meet a contact, "Without informing me agent?" That would not work.ah! >
Mulder tried to think of an answer that would not get him in trouble,
"Um."

"Going to see Agent Scully?"

"Actually, yea I am.  Is that alright, sir?"<Sir?! Did that come from my
mouth? >

"That is why I was coming down here.  I figured you were going to go see
her and I was hoping you would give her something for me."<Now what to
give her? >Skinner thought quickly, and the remembering the envelope he
had in his coat pocket, which was given to him by Smoky himself and
contained nothing, as far as he could tell.

"What would that be, sir?"

"It is just some," Skinner thought quick and answered, "information she
had asked for me to get her."

"Okay, sir."  Skinner reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the
empty envelope.  Mulder took it wondering if he should look inside it.  

"Agent why don't you take the rest of the day off, <wouldn't have gotten
much work done when thinking of her>" Skinner hid the grin that was
trying to make its way to his lips.

"Thank you, sir."

Mulder got in the elevator.  He had made his way to the parking lot with
out trying to open that letter.  He reached for it, but something
stopped him, something that he couldn't place.  Mulder got into his car
and left heading for the grocery store to pick something up for Scully.

When he finally got to the store he first headed to the juice isle to
pick up Scully's favorite juice, pink lemonade.  He then went get
crackers, chicken noodle soup, orange sherbet, and some iced tea for
him.  Mulder made his way to the check out line and he still had nothing
but Scully on his mind.  <Not that Scully on my mind is abnormal> his
mind amended.  He paid for the items and then got into his car and went
to Scully's apartment.  

 

Scully's apartment

12:05 p.m.

 

As Mulder parked the car infront of Scully's he looked up to her window
to see if she was up or if her lights were on, but he couldn't tell for
the shades had been pulled.  He took the stairs to Scully's floor, and
when reaching her door he tapped on it quietly.  Waiting for a minute
before he actually knocked.  When there was no answer panic struck
Mulder's mind.  <What if she is unconscious or hurt> his mind raced.  He
pulled out his keys, while balancing the groceries in one hand, and
struggled to find her key.  He opened the door, almost dropping the
groceries and saw her.  <Thank God> She was sleeping on the couch, as
peaceful as an angel, his angel.  The only apparent sign of life from
her was the steady rising and falling of her chest.  He quietly took the
groceries to the kitchen and started putting them away.  

He had managed to put everything away quietly so far.  He reached for
the Sherbet and it had started to melt, so the outside of the container
was slippery, and it fell to the counter with a thud.  Mulder stay as
still as possible trying to hear if he had wakened her.  Hearing nothing
he picked up the sherbet, with both hands to steady it, and put it in
the freezer.  

Mulder walked to the couch, and he sat down gently beside her and to
steady himself he put his arm on the back of the couch.  Mulder sat
there in awe of her just sleeping there.  <She is still so beautiful,
nothing takes that away from her, not even the Flu. >Scully stirred in
her sleep and Mulder just sat there not wanting the quiet to end, not
wanting his angel to awake just yet.  Scully's left eye opened half way
and then closed.  When her mind finally got the message that she was not
alone anymore she woke with a start.  

"I didn't mean to scare you," Mulder said in his soft voice.

"When did you? What time," Scully coughed out.

"Skinner gave me the day off.  He wanted me to give you this," Mulder
said reaching into his pocket and retrieving the envelope and handing it
to her.

"Thank you"

Mulder smiled, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Mulder." 

"Does that mean you are okay, or that you do not want me to worry," he
smiled upon saying this.

"The worry."Scully started to cough.  Mulder sat her up and rubbed her
back until she was finished.

Mulder gently rose his hand to her cheek and then her forehead trying to
take her temperature.  Feeling the burning skin under his hand Mulder
frowned. He then got up and went to the kitchen.  She was trying to see
what he was doing but her head hurt too much for her to move so she just
sat and waited.  She reached for the envelope to see to see what Skinner
had given her, even though she requested no information from him.  She
opened it, but saw nothing, except. ashes?  She closed the envelope and
tucked it under the phone.

Mulder returned a few minutes later with some Tylenol and a glass of the
juice he bought her, and a damp papertowel.  He sat down beside her and
handed her the Tylenol.  Scully took it and then gave him a questioning
glance about the juice.

"I got you some supplies before I came here," Mulder said with the
biggest smile on his face because she had not even asked him to do
anything for her.

Scully gave Mulder a surprised/happy look.

"I also got you some sherbet and some chicken noodle soup."

Content with Mulder and his answer she put the Tylenol in her mouth,
then she took the juice from him and swallowed.  Scully put the glass on
the coffee table and sat back.  To her surprise Mulder's arm was around
her shoulder.  Not daring to move, or to end this moment, she got
comfortable and started to smile when Mulder put the blanket around
them.  Mulder then took the papertowel and was dabbing her forehead and
neck with it.  Scully closed her eyes taking in the moment, not wanting
it to end.  In a few minutes he placed the now dry papertowel on the
coffeetable, and grabbed to remote.

They sat there for awhile watching TV when Mulder felt Scully's head on
his shoulder.  He looked down at her and smiled when he saw her eyes
closing.  Mulder looked at his watch, trying not to wake his angel
again, and noticed it was 11:15.  <I have spent the whole day with a
sick Scully and the time flew.  Just like Mrs. Scully said to me one
night when I was over at the Scully's during Scully's abduction, "time
flies when you are with a loved one, but it slows when your loved ones
are not near". >  Mulder got comfortable, loosened his tie, unbuttoned
the top button to his white dress shirt, shut his eyes, and held Scully
in his arms all through the night.

Scully woke at 4:00 am and felt extremely nauseous.  She tapped Mulder's
arm.  Mulder woke immediately and knew what was wrong, just by the
thought in his mind.  He reached down and grabbed the wastebasket and
handed it to Scully.  Mulder held her hair and rubbed her back some more
s she threw-up.  When she was done Mulder wiped her mouth with one of
the tissues and then got up to throw the contents of the wastebasket
away.  

Mulder returned and took his seat next to Scully and put his arm back
around her.

"Better?"

"Much," Scully replied.  And with that she fell asleep in his arms
again.

 

Scully's apartment

February 3rd

7:00 am

 

Scully woke to find Mulder watching her.  She smiled at the warmth of
his gaze, and then asked, jokingly, "Do you have to watch me while I
sleep?" 

"Sorry, can't help it." Mulder said in a voice that Scully could not
tell if he was joking or not.  

Mulder lifted his hand to take her temperature again.  This time, Mulder
smiled.

The skin under his hand was like normal again, the way he always
remembered it.  He removed his hand from Scully's forehead and clasped
her hand in his and entwined their fingers.  Scully smiled back at him.

     Not wanting to break this moment she squeezed his hand.  This time
Mulder got up.  Scully felt cold, like a piece of her was somehow
missing, and she tried to hide her frown.  Mulder went over to the
shades and opened them. <Whoa! Am I sore? >

He sat next to Scully the sunlight hitting his face.  The sunlight shone
on his hazel eyes and brown hair, which now stuck up in a hundred
different directions.  Scully looked at him and frowned.

     Mulder asked, "What?"

     "Thank you, Mulder, for everything, but I think it is time to
return the favor."

     Mulder's eyes questioned her. Then when her hand rose to his
forehead, he knew, he too had caught the Flu.

 

The End

Author's note:

     Thank you for bearing with my story and me.  This was my first
fanfic.  If you have anything, or any tips you would like to share with
me, e-mail me at suziewise@hotmail.com