From: colbysgurl@shaw.ca   
      
   Authors: Sassy and Jacquie   
      
   Category: MSR   
      
   Rating: M   
      
   Summary: Post epi for "Post Modern Prometheus"   
      
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   He began to jerk a little on the bed. The visions he was seeing were   
   horrific. He was watching the "white man" kill Scully and there was nothing   
   he could do about it. He cried out in his sleep. Tears poured down his face.   
   He couldn't move.   
      
   Scully sat straight up in bed when she heard Mulder cry out. It took her   
   foggy mind a few seconds to realize that it was Mulder who made the strange   
   strangled noise. When she did, she was up and by his bedside, wiping away   
   his tears.   
      
   "Mulder, it's okay...you were dreaming," she said softly. His hand slid up   
   and pulled her to him. "It's okay," she whispered again as her hand gently   
   caressed his trembling muscles. His hand slid up to her face where he wiped   
   away the tears that had spilled out of her eyes.   
      
   "Let me hold you," Mulder managed to get out.   
      
   "Hang on a sec." Scully shifted herself a little so she was up on the bed   
   beside Mulder. He watched almost helpless as she wrapped his arms snugly   
   around her. He managed to kiss her head softly as she laid her head in his   
   chest. He sighed.   
      
   She looked up at him. "You comfortable?"   
      
   Mulder blinked twice for yes. He had exhausted himself with only the small   
   amount of movement. Before she could stop herself, Scully kissed him softly.   
   As she laid her head on his chest again, she wondered why she did that.   
      
   His lips tingled where hers had just been. His hand slid up to touch them.   
   "Scully?" he whispered.   
      
   "Hm?"   
      
   He wanted her to look at him. He cleared his throat. Scully couldn't resist   
   a small smile at that. She lifted her head. "Yes, Mulder?"   
   Mulder lifted his head and let his lips brush hers again. Now it was her   
   turn to have tingling lips. Her eyes remained closed for a moment. then she   
   smiled.   
      
   "You better rest some more", she said softly.   
      
   Mulder nodded. 'And when I next see the sun, I had better have use of my own   
   body'   
      
   Scully was unaware he could hear her sigh. "I...." she stopped again. "Don't   
   worry. I'll still be here when you wake up."   
      
   "Good," he yawned.   
      
   And she was. But so were the orderlies. They were waiting to do another   
   round of blood tests and x-rays.   
      
   Mulder groaned. "I don't want to."   
      
   "You have to, Agent Mulder." When the orderlies were rough with Mulder   
   that's what got under Scully's skin. Two gruelling hours of being poked and   
   prodded had him returned to his room achy and sore.   
      
   "I just want to go home, Scully." He looked pleadingly up at her. "You be my   
   doctor...you nurse me back to health. You are gentler."   
      
   Scully glared at the orderlies when she saw the bruises that were forming on   
   Mulder's wrists. "What do you guys think you're dealing with? A sack of   
   potatoes?"   
      
   "He was being uncooperative."   
      
   "Uncooperative? He's half-paralyzed." Scully was struggling to stay calm.   
      
   Mulder laid his hand on top of hers. "It's okay, Dana."   
      
   What you going to do? Call the supervisor?"   
      
   "I'll do one better. I'll go straight to the AMA."   
      
   Mulder had to hold in a smile. She was protective of him. He liked that   
   about her. She went to the mat for no one but him. His fingers slipped into   
   hers and stroked her palm with her fingers. The orderlies clearly thought   
   that Scully was serious. They slinked out of the room. She took a few   
   cleansing breaths.   
      
   Mulder tapped her hand. "Calm down."   
      
   Scully gently pulled away. "I'll be right back, K?" She walked into the   
   bathroom and closed the door behind her. She leaned her forehead against the   
   mirror. 'What am I getting so worked up for anyway?'   
      
   When she returned, Mulder was half out of bed coming after her.   
      
   "Mulder..." she gently repositioned him in the bed."You're going to hurt   
   yourself."   
      
   "I wanted to make sure you're okay." He looked up at her. "Are you?"   
      
   "Yes, I'm fine. I kind of overreacted," she said softly.   
      
   "I was being difficult," Mulder admitted.   
      
   "Why am I not surprised?" Scully allowed herself to brush back a strand of   
   his hair before moving to her bed again and lying down.   
      
   He turned on his side. "Comfortable?"   
      
   "No not really," she looked at him. "Think you can manage to drink some   
   water?"   
      
   "Only if you get back up her with me," he compromised.   
      
   Scully had to admit it was more comfortable than the cot. She also managed   
   to tell herself that it didn't mean anything. Mulder was going to forget   
   about it the moment he was well again. Silently she reached for the water   
   bottle and held it to his lips.   
      
   He took a sip. "Seriously Scully, why can't you take me home and nurse me   
   back to health?" 'I hate hospitals'   
      
   "I know you're being serious. I'm sure they just want to make sure there's   
   no permanent damage."   
      
   'You mean "I" don't you?' a voice in her head asked.   
      
   "Do you think there is? Permanent damage I mean?" Mulder was worried now.   
      
   "No. You seem to be l...recovering well." Scully bit her lip and then   
   smiled. "Might take a few more days before everything's back, but it's   
   looking good."   
      
   Mulder let out a sigh of relief. "You don't have to stay if you don't want   
   to." He wanted her there, but he couldn't stand the thought of keeping her   
   from her life. "I'm sure you had plans."   
   'You're too beautiful to sit home alone'   
      
   "Me? Plans?" Scully's eyebrow went up. Then she smiled. "You're not a burden   
   if that's what you're worried about.'I need to be with you' she mentally   
   added.   
      
   Mulder smiled and pulled her closer to him. "Good." 'I've got you all to   
   myself. Just how do I convince you that you need me as much as I need you?'   
      
   "It'll make me feel better if I'm there," Scully admitted after a moment.   
      
   "I need you," he let slip.   
      
   Before Scully could respond, the doctor returned with the news that Mulder   
   could be released into Scully's care the next morning. They just wanted to   
   keep him one more night to make sure everything was looking as well as they   
   thought.   
      
   "I'd high five you, Scully, but right now...I'm just too damn tired." Mulder   
   grinned at her.   
      
   Don't worry about it, Mulder." She was just happy he could talk to her   
   again...well, sort of. He did it with some difficulty.   
      
   "I'll be as well-behaved as I can. I promise." Mulder knew he could be   
   difficult and knew that Scully sometimes wanted to ring his jaws. However,   
   her only response was to roll her eyes.   
      
   "Pay back." He groaned. "Shouldn't have done that so much when I couldn't   
   talk."   
      
   Scully pulled up the blankets around his waist a little more snugly. Do you   
   need anything?"   
      
   'YOU!' his head screamed. "I'm good."   
      
   "Okay. I'm just gonna..." Scully settled against the pillows beside him.   
   "Close my eyes for a bit."   
      
   "Sleep." Mulder said more forcefully than he intended.   
      
   "Okay, Daddy." She half smiled before giving in to her exhaustion.   
      
   "Don't call me that," Mulder teased. Scully was already asleep however, and   
   didn't hear him. He sighed against her hair   
      
      
      
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