Date: Mon, 4 May 1998

TITLE: "Sick Day--Part II"
AUTHOR: Jen
EMAIL: JenR13@aol.com
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
CLASSIFICATION: SR
SUMMARY: Picks up where "Sick Day" left off.

Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and any other X-Files characters used in
this fanfic do not belong to me. They are (unfortunately) property of Chris
Carter and Fox. So don't sue(please???!!)

Writer's Notes: This story is the continuation of my last story "Sick Day",
which is available at the alt.tv.x-files.creative newsgroup. If you can't
find it, send me an e-mail and I'll gladly send it to you. You may have some
trouble following this story if you don't read the first, but for those who
didn't read the first, here's the lowdown: Mulder comes in to the office sick
and Scully takes him home.

Dedication: To the people that sent me feedback, urging a sequel. It gave me
the inspiration to write one. I hope you like. :-)

"Sick Day--Part II"
By Jen

"I'm glad you're staying," Fox Mulder said his partner, Dana Scully.
"Me, too. Now go to sleep." Scully sat on the bed next to him untill he
fell asleep. She looked at him and smiled. She felt safe with him, too.
Yawning, she went to the other side of the bed. Just as she laid down, she
glanced at Mulder and he cracked open an eye and glanced at her. Their eyes
met once again. Only this time they didn't turn away.
As Scully stared into Mulder's hazel eyes she realized there was something in
there she never saw before. In the back of her mind she knew it was there,
but until then had never truly recognized it. She had tried to deny it.
Scully blinked and smiled. Mulder had always thought she had a beautiful
smile, but it seemed even more beautiful now. Even in his sickened state, he
felt something between them after that stare.
They looked at each in silence, not knowing what to say. Finally Scully
turned away. She glanced down at the sheets. Mulder tipped his head so he
could see her and said, "Scully how long can we do this?"
"Do what?" Scully asked, even though she knew the answer.
"You know what," Mulder answered simply. He looked toward the wall.
"Mulder, you're sick. You're not thinking straight." Scully joined him and
also stared toward the wall.
He turned her toward him, "I think I'm thinking more clearly then I ever
have."
"But, Mulder...." She turned away, not knowing what to do. Part of her cared
for Mulder. As a friend, as a partner. Then one day when he got sick, she
found herself digging up feelings she'd thought she would never have to face.
<Maybe I don't want to face them> she thought.
"Scully...." Mulder trailed off and looked into her eyes. Part of him wanted
that friendship they had always shared, the other part of him wanted more.
<More?> he thought. The achiness he had seemed like a small problem when he
thought of the problem that laid ahead of him. He sighed.
Mulder's sigh mirrored Scully's feelings. Her mixed feelings. <Can we keep
doing this? Pretending that there's nothing there> she thought. She put her
thoughts aside as she looked at Mulder and saw how pale he was. <He's not up
to this.> Scully got up and walked to his side of the bed.
"Mulder, you need to rest," she said pushing him back down onto the bed.
"We need to talk....," he started and tried to get up but Scully pushed him
down again. Before he could say anything else, Scully had gone into the
living room and had come back with her themometer. He opened his mouth to
continue, but Scully stuck the themometer in it instead.
For two minutes they sat there in silence waiting for the themometer. Scully
finally took it out. She looked at it and frowned.
"What does it say?" Mulder asked.
"103. It went up. You need to sleep. Don't argue with me. You won't win."
Scully smiled and pushed him back into bed. "We will talk later."
Mulder nodded and closed his eyes. He was so tired all of a sudden. Scully
walked out of room and sat on the couch. She flipped on the TV, but didn't
pay attention to it. She was too busy thinking. Mulder. <How do I feel
about him?> she asked herself, and found it suprisingly easy to answer.
"I love him," she whispered, shocked by her own words. She had said it. <Is
it true?> she wondered. She nodded. She did. She did. She smiled. For the
first time in her life, she was sure. She felt overjoyed. Then another
question entered her mind. <What do I do now?>
Mulder turned in his sleep. He knew he needed the rest, but each time he
closed his eyes he saw Scully. Scully. He looked up at the ceiling. <How do
I feel about her?> he thought. He stared toward the window and saw a ray of
sunshine trying to sneak it's way in. Then he knew.
"I love her," he whispered. <Oh my god, I do> he realized. He felt sure.
He was more sure of that fact then of anything else that he had ever felt in
his life. He smiled. He was happy. Then a question entered his mind. <What
do I do now?>
Scully glanced at her watch. It had been two hours. She got up from the
couch and walked to the bedroom. She stood in the doorway and watched Mulder
sleep. She stood there for at least five minutes, when Mulder stirred. <This
is it> she thought.
Mulder opened his eyes and saw Scully standing in the doorway. He sat up.
<This is it.> he thought.
Scully walked in and put her hand on Mulder's forhead. "Fever's down," she
said.
"That's good."
They caught each other's eye. She looked at him and he looked at her. They
knew. They just knew. Mulder broke the silence.
"I love you, Dana Katherine Scully, even though you don't agree with all of
my theories." He smiled and took her hand.
"I love you, Fox William Mulder. You and your theories." She smiled.
"You sure about my theories?"
"Well...., maybe that's going to far." Scully laughed and leaned
forward and they kissed, long and passionately. Mulder pulled away and looked
up at Scully.
"You'll never leave, right?"
"Never."

"The End"

--That's it. It's sappy, I know. But I like sappy <g> :-) So, what did you
think? Send all comments to JenR13@aol.com. I'd love to hear what you
thought.