Date: Tue, 24 Feb 1998

DISCLAIMER:I don't own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, or anyone else who should
pop up. They belong to Chris Carter.

This is my first try at fanfic. I was inspired by Susan Proto, Vickie
Moseley, and Sean Spencer. I absolutely love all of your stories, and can
only hope that I write something like you. Please email me with any
comments at madame.butterfly@mailexcite.com.

PAYBACKS
BY: Madame Butterfly

"Get back in the car, and you will be escorted back to your
hotel." the cop added as he walked back to his car.

Scully took one look at Mulder, and jumped in the driver's
seat. He obviously was not up to making comments about her feet not
reaching the gas pedal. He limped over to the passenger seat, and dropped
in.

They had been investigating a possible cult-related case
when the local police had impeded the investigation. Mulder had copped an
attitude, and recieved a hard kick in the groin.

"Mulder, are you okay?"
"Well, besides my new purple tattoo, I feel just great."
"You should be going to a hospital."
"Just follow them to the hotel. I'm not asking for another
knee in my groin."
"I'm examining you before we get on the plane."
"I don't think so, Scully. Bureau protocol frowns heavily on
partners with physical relationships, and I don't need anymore strikes
against me."
"Mulder, I'm a doctor, and you could have internal bleeding.
"Scully, you're a forensic pathologist, and I don't think
I'm dead yet."
"When we get back to the hotel, I'm examining you, so stop
arguing."
"Sure. Fine. Whatever."

As Scully pulled into the parking lot and the cops left,
Mulder was still hunched over in the pain. "Go change your clothes and meet
me in my room."
Mulder managed to get out of the car gingerly, and walk
slowly to his room. He started to loosen his tie. *Damn, this hurts, maybe
Scully's right.* As he pulled his T-shirt over his head, he saw the purple
splotch that extended from his navel to his spine on his right side. From
the bottom of his ribcage to his "family jewels," there was a huge bruise.
Slowly, he put on a green polo shirt and a pair of jeans.
As he tried to zip the jeans, the pain radiated to his stomach, and quickly
turned into nausea. He ran to the bathroom and after throwing up the entire
contents of his stomach, he rinsed the sweat off his forehead and walked to
Scully's room.
"Mulder, you're whiter than a ghost. Lay down."
"I'm okay, Scully. I just got a little warm." he said as he
cautiously laid down on the bed.
"Bullshit, Mulder. Your eyes are bloodshot. Have you been
throwing up?"
"Damn, Scully, how did you know that?"
"Bloodshot eyes are a sign of increased intercranial
pressure, and my first guess was vomiting. Now take off your shirt."
"Scully if you want to seduce, I'm not looking into
masochism."
She shot him a dirty look and started to pull the zipper on
his jeans down. "Take that shirt off or you're going to see the sadistic
side of me."
"Oh, Scully, I never knew." He said with a smirk. Then, he
winced as he pulled the shirt over his head, and Scully pulled his jeans
down over his hips. "God, Mulder, that asshole got you good." She was
worried now; he hadn't even commented when she yanked his pants down.
She began to palpate the area slowly watching for his
reaction. He groaned as she got closer to his kidney. Somehow, she was
managing to maintain a clinical detachment despite the soft skin that she
was running her hands over. She started to push the waistband of his boxers
down.
"Sculleeeeee. . ."
"Mulder, I need to see how far the bruise goes down."
"It goes down as far as it can, Scully, and no, you can't
see!"
"Fine, but turn over on your stomach." Carefully, he
flipped over on his stomach, and she pressed down on the small of his back.
"FUCK, Scully, that hurts."
"Sorry, Mulder. You're not going to like this, but I need
to see a urine sample."
It was his turn to send dirty looks now. "No."
"Mulder, either you go in their and pee or I take you to the
hospital, and I know you don't want that. So go, and don't flush."
"I don't like playing doctor with you, Scully. It's no
fun." He missed the smile that played on her lips as he limped to the
bathroom.

A couple minutes later, Mulder came back and curled up on
the bed fetally. Somehow Scully knew that things couldn't be good if he
wasn't up to making sarcastic remarks. She peeked into the bathroom, and
then sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his back.
"Okay, Mulder, in the car, we're going to the hospital.
There's blood in your urine."
"Sculleee. . . it's not much." he said feebly.
"Any is too much. Now, let's go." As he began to uncurl
and get up, he made a dash for the bathroom. After watching him dry heave
for a couple minutes, Scully took a wet washcloth and put it to his
forehead.
"Mulder, you're sick." she said as she cradled his head in
her lap.
"Way to state the obvious. If we have to go, let's go."

They made it to the hospital after two stops to dry heave,
and lots of groaning. As he hobbled into the ER, a nurse came forward a
stretcher.
"No triage?" Scully asked.
"Hey, things are slow today, and he looks like he need to
get off his feet." the nurse said as Mulder tried to climb up on the gurney.
His face was pale, and a little bit green with pain, but he managed to curl
up on the gurney.
"Mulder, you need to lay flat on your back."
"Scully," he said through gritted teeth, "I don't know if I
can." He was clutching his mid-section, and his eyes had a glassy, faraway
look.
"Stay with me. We're gonna get you something for the pain.
Hold on."
Once they were in the hospital, Mulder faintly heard Scully
reciting the events of the day, and his injury. A short, bald man was
pushing his jeans down in order to shoot a needle in his ass. *Great, now
I'll have a matching bruise on my ass.* he thought.
Scully was becoming more and more anxious. Mulder had let
them strip him in front of her, and stick a needle in him without so much as
a peep. The doctor was now able to turn him on his back with the help of a
muscle relaxant.
"Mr. Mulder, we're going to insert a catheter." the doctor
said. Immediately, Mulder was back on his side rocking back and forth.
"Nooo! I don't want one. Don't touch me."
"Mulder, we nee to get a clean specimen."
"No, Scully, they are not sticking that thing in me."
"Mulder, please, I don't want to have to restrain you."
"Scully, I'm warning you now, paybacks are a bitch." he
moaned.

Finally, the catheter was in after a lot of complaining, and
the doctor began his cursory exam. Scully could already see that the bruise
had grown. *God, please, don't let there be any bleeding. Let it just be a
really bad bruise.* But as she saw the first drops of urine run into the
catheter bag, she knew that they weren't that lucky.
"Doctor, we've got a problem. There's very little urine,
and a whole lot of blood." the nurse reported.
"Get me an ultrasound in here, stat. We've definitely got
some internal bleeding; his abdomen's rigid."
Scully was terrified at how docile Mulder was. HIs eyes
were totally glassed over with pain, and everytime the doctor touched him,
he winced and moaned.
"Mulder, hang in there."
"It. . h. .hurts."
"I know your kidney is bleeding internally. They're getting
ready to take you into surgery." Tears were welling up in his eyes with
only the gentle pressure of the ultrasound.
"Let's get him to the OR, stat!" the doctor yelled.

Scully paced the hallway outside the OR, waiting for some
word about Mulder. A nurse came out, and said that they were now conducting
exploratory surgery because there had been more damage than they expected.
*How the hell did Mulder always manage to make a mountain out of a
molehill?* Scully thought. *Most people would have been bruised for a
couple of days, and then been fine, but Mulder gets kicked in the groin, and
immediately throws up, gets blood in his urine, and has to be taken to the
hospital. Couldn't he ever just do something half-assed?* Scully looked up
to see Assistant Director Skinner walking down the hall.
"Sir, I didn'r know anyone had called you. Mulder's in
surgery."
"I know. The hospital called me to ask about family to be
notified because I'm his direct superior. What's his condition?"
"He's stable, but critical. Some small town cop though he
should kick Mulder in the groin for asking a question, and of course, Mulder
being Mulder started to bleed."
"Did you get a name?"
"Yes, but when I ran it through the Bureau's system nothing
came up. Something strange is going on there, but I'm sure it's all been
covered up now."
A petite, blonde nurse walked towards them. "Are you Dana
Scully?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Mulder is awake and askng for you. He didn't take very
well to the anesthesia, so he came out of it fast."
"He never takes drugs, so they don't affect his system very
well. How was the surgery?"
"We stopped the bleeding, but he does have a pretty good
sized hematoma on his right kidney."
"Can I see him?"
"Follow me."

Scully entered the room, and gasped at the sight of him
hooked up to about ten machines.
"Why did you hook him up to the respirator?"
The doctor turned from where he was arranging tubes. "With
all the blood that he lost, he was too weak to breathe so we decided to help
him out some. He's conscious, but sleeping."
"What's the prognosis?"
"He should be out of here in three to five days. He'll have
to get frequent urinanalyses when he gets out, and he'll have to take it
easy for at least two weeks, if not a month." He turned to leave, and
Scully went to sit by the bed. There was a catheter, IV, respirator, heart
monitor, nasogastric tube, and a blood pressure cuff. She knew that he was
gonna fight the respirator as soon as he woke up.
"Mulder, its Scully. I'm here. I know you want to open
your eyes. There's a tube down your throat to help you breathe. Please
don't fight it. You need it right now. Just sleep and maybe when you wake
up all the tubes will be gone."
As if on cue, Mulder's eyelids began to flutter. He opened
his eyes, and Scully saw the terror in them. "It's okay. The tube's
helping. Don't try to talk."
He nodded at her, and started to float back into blackness.
Scully stroked the soft brown hair off his forehead. "Fox, I want you to
hear this. I don't know if you can, but I need to tell you something that's
been bothering me for a long time. I always shoot down your theories, and
hit you with my scientific approach, but I appreciate and love every moment
with you. In fact, Fox. . .I think that. . . that I love you. Not only as
a partner or friend, but as a. . .Mulder, I think I love you as a soulmate.
. . or a husband or . . .even a lover."
Getting that off her chest comforted Scully. *Why didn't I
tell him before or at least when he was conscious?*

The next day Mulder was definitely better and he wanted the
respirator out.
"Alright, Mr. Mulder, I need you to take a deep breath, and
let it out on three." the doctor said. Mulder did as he was told, and the
doctor pulled the tube from his throat. Mulder began to cough and choke
with the disappearance of the tube. Scully took the glass of water and held
the straw to his mouth. "Don't swallow it, Mulder."
"Scully, my throat hurts." he said in a voice that sounded
more like a croak.
"I'll take that NG tube out, but you have to eat." the
doctor said with a firm glance.
"Hospital food?" Mulder said with disgust. Scully and the
doctor just looked at him with impatience. Then, the doctor moved to pull
out the other tube out of his nose. Mulder was making a face and cringing.
"OK, it's out. Oops, I guess I scratched you." he said as
Mulder's nose began to bleed. He handed him a washcloth. "Tilt your head
back."
Mulder obeyed the doctor's orders, and then took the drink
from Scully. Just that little bit of effort had tired him out, hopefully,
he'd be able to get more sleep now that only the catheter and the IV were
left.
"Scully," he said with a whisper, "I love you, too." His
eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Mulder slept for almost fourteen hours and thankfully,
Scully was able to get some rest. She had been awake for almost two days,
and was about ready to drop. The nurses had brought in a pull out chair,
pillow and blanket to let Scully crash. She awoke every couple just to
check Mulder's vitals, and make sure he was still asleep.
When he awoke the next day, he instantly began to complain
about the catheter. "Scully, can we please take it out? It's embarrassing.
I'm quite capable of pissing by myself. Besides that I'll probably get a
fuckin' infection and not be able to piss without being in extreme pain for
a week."
"Fine, Mulder, I'll go talk to the doctor, but you still
have to use the bedpan. You are no ready to get out of that bed yet."
"Scully," he said as she walked towards the door," I don't
want you to take it out either. I let them strip me in front of you.
YOu've seen enough to hold yourself over. I'm not ready for your mad crazy
sex yet." A grin lit up his face with the last sentence.
Scully rolled her eyes. "You wish, Mulder. I'll be right
back.
She came back with the doctor about five minutes later. "So
you'd like to get rid of this?" the doctor asked as he examined the drainage
bag for blood. "There's still a small amount of blood in your urine, but I
can let you use a bedpan."
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth, "just get this thing
out of me. Scully, out." He nodded at the door telling to her to leave.
"Mulder, its nothing I haven't seen before."
"Yeah, well, give me an ounce of dignity, and pretend that
you haven't."
She left the room as the doctor pulled back the blanket, and
pushed up the gown. There was still bruising in the groin area, but it
looked much better and wasn't as sensitive to the touch. Mulder winced as
the doctor gently pulled out the catheter. "Fuck, that hurts."
"I think that you have a urinary tract infection. It's
going to burn when you urinate the first time."
"I told her." Mulder muttered under his breath as the doctor
held the bedpan in front of him.
"I'll get you on some antibiotics right away. Would you try
to use this please?" Mulder began to bear down, and winced.
"I don't need to go."
"Are you sure or does it hurt too bad to try?" The doctor
saw right through Mulder's act.
"It's sore."
"Fine, I'll bring the antibiotics in, but I want to see some
output soon." He replaced the gown and blanket, then left the room.
Scully came back in with a syringe full of antibiotics which
she injected into the IV port. Then, she walked around the bed to hold
Mulder's hand. "Okay, you were right."
"Scully, you should have learned by now that I am always
right."
"Sure, Mulder."
"Scully, when can I get out of here?" He said with a
pleading look.
"You just were treated for internal bleeding, and had major
surgery. You need to rest for longer than three days."
"I can rest at home."
"Mulder, I know you better than that. Sleeping on your
couch is not going to be comfortable with stitches in you groin. Plus your
kidney could start bleeding again with too much activity."
"Well, then maybe I should come to your house where I can
sleep in your bed, and you can watch me. Maybe we can even have that mad,
crazy sex." He was grinning from ear to ear now.
Scully let a small smile break out on her face. "Someday
Mulder, but you're going to have to live without it for a couple of weeks.
That kidney isn't ready for what I have planned."
The hazel in his eyes turned green with anticipation. "I'm
a fast healer, Scully."
"Oh, really," she said as she flipped back the balnket and
began to run her hands up under the gown.
"Sculleeee," he moaned, "Believe me. I don't want you to
stop, but I'm really sore down there."
"Poor Mulder." She hopped off the bed to retrieve something
that he couldn't quite see, and then settled herself in between his legs.
She pulled open the cap of the lotion, and began to stroke Mulder's length
with it. As she touched him, his cock came to life, and his brain lost
control. "You better not leave me hanging here, Scully."
"Shutup and let me work, Mulder." His only respnse was a
low moan.
She took her hands off his penis, and began to roll his
testicles in between her fingers. She stretched them until she heard his
breathing becoming more rapid, and the hum vibrate deep in his throat.
Then, she took more lotion and rubbed it into his anus as her other hand
stroked the vein on the underside of his cock.
"Scully, what are y-?" he stopped abruptly as she pushed her
finger past the sphincters and stretched him. She gently scraped his
prostate and he tightened around her fingers with pleasure.
"Did ya like that, Mulder?" The growl that answered her was
one of full ecstacy. She rubbed it again, and felt his testicles tighten in
their sack. It was definitely time to finish him off.
She lowered herself down onto the bed and kissed the tip of
his glans with no more pressure than a butterfly would. His hips began to
buck upwards against her lips. "Hold still."
She ran her tongue up the back of his cock, and then sucked
each of his balls separately as they drew up closer to his body. Finally,
she deep throated him in one motion.
"God, Scully." She teased back and forth with her teeth and
slipped her tongue into the tip of his urethra, and then took him all the
way down her throat again. That was all it took. He came with a burst
trying not to choke her. She swallowed every drop, and then sucked all the
way to the tip where she left a small kiss. His penis fell flaccid against
his leg as she reached up to grab a tissure. Gently, she began to clean the
lotion off his ass. Then she ran her hands over his groin purring almost
cat-like. He winced at the pressure.
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little, but I think that my nerves are on overload right
now." She grinned up at him.
"You know, you taste great."
"Fantabulous, Scully. It didn't even burn when I came."
"It will when you piss, believe me."
"I really don't care, Scully, that's the first time you've
blessed me with the best blowjob of my life after a hospital stay."
"Glad you enjoyed it because I intend to be repaid."
"Oh, Scully," he said with a mock evil grin, "remember
paybacks are a bitch."

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