Title: Safety and Security
Author: M. Edison
Rating: PG
Archive: To Ephemeral, and Gossamer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the X-Files.
Feedback welcome at medison@thezone.net You can flame me but in truth, the
only thing you'll get is a headache and I'll get a good laugh. (as will the
SHODDS mailing list. we find flames most amusing) As a MSR friend of mine
says, you respect my bubble, I respect yours.
Spoilers: Minor ones for the end of Season 8
Timeline: Post Essence/Existence
Dedication: To the wonderful DB cause she's a doll and to Azar who got me
into DSR to begin with. ;-)
Summary: Dana Scully's got a bad flu, Mom Scully's going out of town,
Mulder's MIA - guess who gets the call.
Thanks to Azar for the beta
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I honestly and truly like Mulder (Which reminds me
I gotta get cracking on that Mulder AU) but I don't wear blinders when I
look at the character. I like him flaws and all. So, when Scully has similar
thoughts in this fic, don't freak. She still cares about the guy, she's just
being honest with herself for once. Personally, I don't think the comments
are that inflammatory but given some of the flamers I've encountered since
beginning to write XF fanfiction, I thought I'd give them a warning up front
so they can avoid it.
But, given their attitudes, that's almost impossible. *sighs*
Anyway, on with the fic.
This was written as a sickfic for the List Mom of ShoDDs. Glad you're
feeling better DB!
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Safety and Security
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He'd just stepped into the house after his Saturday morning ride when the
phone rang. Not one to dawdle, he left his bicycle in the doorway and
hurried to grab up the phone.
"John Doggett."
"Agent Doggett? We haven't met but my daughter Dana is a close friend of
yours."
Surprised, John took the cordless in hand and went back to the door to
completely pull his bike into the house - all the while wondering why on
earth would Dana Scully's mother be calling him?
For the briefest of moments he entertained the rather farfetched notion that
Mrs. Scully was calling to ask his intentions toward her daughter. At the
thought, John bit back a chuckle. Yeah right.
Though, given the number of times he'd found himself over at Dana's
apartment lately, he could understand why she'd wonder. It seemed he was
continually finding reasons to be over there but in truth, half of them were
ones Dana'd come up with. In fact, she'd started the habitual visits when
she'd asked him to drop by and help set up William's crib.
Mulder had planned to help but the Lone Gunmen had called with a hot tip on
the alien replicant people who'd chased Scully and Monica halfway across the
country. Finding out why they'd left Scully's baby alone was the subject of
Mulder's most recent intense hunt.
Thus, with the tip too hot to pass up, the crib had become a secondary
concern.
However, since Dana was a little uneasy at the thought of letting William
sleep in her bed with her - having heard one too many stories about babies
getting rolled on or *out* of bed - she didn't want to wait. Remembering
that John had offered to help whenever she needed, Dana'd called him and,
ever since, he'd been averaging three to four visits weekly. Sometimes, she
called him, others he just dropped by. It was an easy friendship and both
were enjoying it.
"Pleasure to hear your voice, Mrs. Scully," The FBI agent said warmly,
closing the door.
"Call me Maggie," she corrected. "Mrs. Scully was my mother-in-law."
"Only if you call me John," Doggett countered immediately.
"All right, John...." Maggie agreed then paused before saying, "I know you'
re probably wondering why I called you."
"Question had crossed my mind."
"I thought as much." There was another pause. "John, are you busy this
afternoon?"
"No, ma'am." he drawled respectively pulling a bottle of water out of the
refrigerator. "Nothin' of any consequence planned."
"Well, Dana isn't feeling well today and frankly, "I don't want her to have
to be alone with the baby - I'd stay with her but I'm supposed to visit my
son, Charlie, this week and Dana refuses to let me cancel." The frustration
in her voice brought a bemused smile to Doggett's lips as he pictured the
scene of Dana squaring off with her mother. Impressive and typical of the
pint-sized agent.
Nevertheless, he had to ask. "If you don't mine me askin' - why didn't you
call Mulder?"
"To be truthful, I couldn't reach him. Then I remembered Dana did say if she
needed anything, she'd call you. I'm just making sure you knew about it. I
have no doubt you know just how stubborn Dana can be when she puts her mind
to it."
"Do I ever..."
The immediate response brought a merry laugh from the elder Scully. "I
assure you, she gets it from her father."
"Uh huh..." John replied dryly, enjoying the relaxed camaraderie. It was
rare for him to be so comfortable with a woman he hadn't even met face to
face yet. It was even rarer for him to be so sure he'd like her when he did.
One thing he wasn't surprised at was the strength of character he could
sense in this woman. But then, he'd seen it before. Every time he looked
into her daughter's face. "Thanks for callin', Mrs....Maggie. I'll check in
on her - you enjoy your trip and don't worry."
"Thank you, John...very much."
"My pleasure, ma'am."
/////////////
Hanging up with a relieved smile, Maggie Scully picked up her carry-on bag
and suitcase. She had to get moving or risk missing her plane.
As she hustled out the door, Maggie's smile widened as she thought of John
Doggett.
She liked him. She liked him a lot.
//////////////
When someone knocked on the door, Dana flinched at the sound which seemed to
echo through her pounding head, and tried to ignore it. They'd go away.
Please God...make them go away.
However, the knocking persisted and that's when William decided Mommy was
being rude and loudly voiced his displeasure.
Her son's cry pierced through her head like a buzzsaw and Dana moaned loudly
as she rolled out of bed to pick him up.
Singing softly, she shuffled out of her bedroom and headed for the front
door. It was probably rude of her but she was fervently wishing it was
someone she could get rid of in a hurry. The last thing she needed was one
of her mother's friends dropping by to see the baby. It got on her last
nerve.
Her mother hadn't been gone for two hours and already Dana regretted
convincing her to go. That thought brought a wave of guilt. It had been a
while since her mother had been able to visit Charlie and Dana didn't want
to intrude on that visit. Sick or no.
Cuddling Will closer, while trying not to breathe on him - last thing she
needed was a sick baby too - Dana peered through the peephole and almost
sobbed in relief.
"John." Smiling wanly, the trip from the bedroom seeming to have exhausted
her, the sick redhead opened the door to admit her friend. "Come in."
Seeing the fatigue in her blue eyes, John held out his arms in a silent
request for the baby and, gratefully, Dana handed him over. "How're you
feeling?"
"Miserable," Scully replied honestly. "How'd you--? Oh. Mom." With a rueful
smile, she answered her own question somewhat abruptly.
Chuckling, John nodded; the gently rocking motion of his arms lulled little
William into a peaceful quiet leaving him content to let himself be held
while the adults talked. "Yeah, your mom called me this morning before she
left. Wanted to make sure somebody was gonna be checkin' on you two."
Looking up from the baby's gaze, her friend offered a smile and a half
shrug. "So here I am."
They shared a smile and a quiet moment before the silence was broken by Dana
doubling over as her slim body was wracked by a fit of harsh coughs.
A frown of concern appeared on John's face and, carefully balancing Will, he
gestured toward her bedroom. "You go lie down. We'll be okay out here."
"You're sure?" Scully asked, her voice hoarse from the coughing.
"Completely," Was his confident response as he guided her into her bedroom.
//////////////
After getting Dana settled in her bed, John took William with him into the
kitchen.
"Now," The lean man said, his eyes searching around him. "I know your mom
has a car seat for you around here somewhere...Don't suppose you know where
it is?"
With that he looked down at the baby. William didn't make a sound, but did
shake a small fist.
"I'll take that as a no," John responded with a chuckle. "Okay....let's
see." Holding the baby close, he wandered around the apartment and finally
found it in the closet.
"Okay buddy," he continued, looking down at the baby. "Let's get you settled
in."
After carefully arranging the blankets in the seat, and moving with the
experience of one who'd done it so many times before, John lowered the baby
into it and draped a blanket over William's legs before standing back to
survey his work.
"Comfy?" he asked as Will seemed to wiggle into a position he liked better.
The baby made a soft murmuring sound of apparent agreement, bringing a
chuckle from Doggett.
"Glad to hear it." Picking up the seat, John carried it into the kitchen
where he set it down on the kitchen table - in the middle so there would be
no chance of it falling off. "Now, let's make a treat for your mom."
Thus said, John kept up a running, one-sided, conversation with the littlest
Scully while he moved around the kitchen, preparing things. Though William
couldn't answer, per se, he did watch the adult's movements somewhat
intently, occasionally 'responding' by wiggling or making a soft noise or,
in some cases, a yawn.
The yawns would bring a laugh from John who'd stop before the seat and say
something along the lines of, "Boring you, am I buddy?" His friendly eyes
would dim slightly then and murmur, "My little guy used to do the same
thing..."
William didn't know who the little guy was but he did know he liked it when
Mommy had Uncle John over - He didn't make those stupid noises or wave toys
in his face. Uncle John talked like he knew William could understand him and
that was something the newest Scully appreciated.
But then, Uncle John did stuff like that all the time. William liked Uncle
John.
//////////////
Dana awakened to a warm hand touching her shoulder. Opening heavy eyes,
which was no small feat, she found John sitting on the edge of her bed with
a steaming mug in his free hand.
"What's that?" she asked thickly as he set it aside to help her into a
sitting position.
"Somethin' Monica recommended to me last time I was sick - said it's
supposed to be heaven on a sore throat." After he'd handed her the mug, John
pressed his hand to her forehead and frowned in concentration.
Unlike last time, when he'd found it far too high for his liking, he nodded
in approval. "You're not hot..."
"Gee thanks..." Dana teased and was rewarded by his cheeks reddening.
"Not what I meant," her partner said gruffly as he stood, not giving voice
to the comment that flitted through his head at her tease. 'Sick or not, you
're a knock out...' "Drink up."
Tasting it tentatively, Scully eyed him skeptically. "Chocolate milk?"
Standing his ground, John nodded. "Warmed up on the stove - works like a
charm."
A soft cry from William caught their attention then and with a murmured, "be
right back," Doggett left the room.
Lying in bed, the mug held in her hands, Dana sipped at the steaming liquid
while reflecting on the attire of the man who'd just left her bedroom: jeans
and a white t-shirt that seemed to hug his chest.
'No one should look *that* good in those clothes....I'll never look at him
in those suits the same way again...'
//////////////
"Feeling any better?" John's voice was soft, pitched for her ears only, as
it intruded into the darkened room.
Opening her eyes, Dana smiled faintly. "I'm a little nauseous and very
tired..."
"Wanna move to the couch for a while?" he suggested. "You've been in here
all day, change of scenery might do you good."
Sitting up slightly against her pillow, Dana ran a hand over her tousled
hair and nodded. "It'd be nice, give me a chance to clean up a bit too. How'
s Will?"
John adjusted his posture so she could see her son. "Had his bath and a
bottle, 'bout ready to go down for a nap I think."
Reaching out to touch one tiny hand, her expression one of awe, the redhead
nodded. "He looks it."
Having received her agreement, John stood up and carried the infant to his
crib - settling him in with great care.
Turning on the baby monitor, he moved to the windows and made sure they were
shut before returning to the bed and helping Dana out. "You want to go to
the bathroom first?"
Nodding, she held his arm tightly as she tested out her rubbery legs. "Been
a while since I've had a flu this bad," she commented ruefully, a small
smile on her lips.
"Had it a few years back this bad." John chuckled. "Felt as weak as a
kitten - could barely get out of bed."
Moving slowly, he led her toward the door, grabbing her bathrobe off the
hook before helping her into the bathroom.
"Just yell when you're ready to come back out." He said with a warm smile
before closing the door behind her.
Standing in the bathroom, clutching her robe in her hand, Dana looked into
the mirror and winced at what she saw. Her hair was tousled and greasy,
having come loose from the small clip she'd had it in, her face was wan and
had little colour, and the pajamas she wore were rumpled.
"I didn't look this bad when I was pregnant," she murmured with a tired
voice, setting down the robe and reaching for her hair brush.
Working it through her hair, the ill woman winced as it hit snags but she
kept it up. She wasn't sure why on earth she was so annoyed with her
appearance but she was. She couldn't help it.
Sighing, she decided it was simply the fact she didn't like looking out of
sorts...and certainly not like the mess she currently found herself in.
'Admit it Dana...' her mind nagged with a voice that sounded remarkably like
her mother. 'It has nothing to do with how you see yourself and everything
to do with how that man out there sees you.'
Yanking the brush a little harder, Dana dismissed the voice irritably. "It
is not." she informed the mirror in annoyance.
'Yes it is..' her mother's voice argued.
"No..."
'Yes...'
"Oh shut up." She gave in finally, turning to removed her pajamas and
turning the shower on.
"Hot, hot, hot." A smile quirked her face when she said it, remembering a
comedy sketch she'd seen once. "Gotta be hot."
'Speaking of hot...' that little voice piped up. 'have you seen how that man
looks in jeans? Nice....'
Now that one she wasn't going to argue. It had been a long time since she'd
seen a man who wore jeans quite as well as John Doggett.
Stepping under the spray of the shower, Dana closed her eyes and let the
water run over her head as she ran her hands through her hair.
'And that chest...those suits sure hide a lot huh?'
As if to add emphasis to the thought, Dana's mind conjured up two separate
pictures of John Doggett. One in those suits he chose to wear and the other,
the jeans and t-shirt she'd just seen him in.
An appreciative sigh escaped her and immediately, she frowned.
"Don't even...." She warned herself. "You will not start thinking about John
Doggett in that manner!"
'Start?' that little voice, her mother's voice, countered with amusement.
'You've been thinking about him like *that* for a while now. Admit it
dear...you're attracted to that man.'
"But I don't want to be!" Dana argued with a glare at the wall of the
shower.
'Why? He's a wonderful man and you know it. Does he, or does he not, fit the
description you've always had of the ideal man. Not perfect....Perfection's
an illusion. But *real*...Well, Dana, does he?'
Sighing again, the redhead turned to face the spray, reaching for her
shampoo bottle. "He does," she confessed. "And I like it..."
'See, that wasn't so hard was it?'
Massaging the shampoo into her hair, Dana sighed again.
"No..." She confessed aloud. "It wasn't."
There was a long pause then she sighed. "But..."
'Oh no you don't.' the voice argued. 'Don't you dare bring Mulder into this.
He's made his choice, whether he realizes it or not. He's a good man but not
ready for a family, or a real relationship. Every time something has come up
about Will, he's always had a more pressing need to take care of. Yes,
finding out what *they* have planned for that precious baby boy is
important, but what's the point of being so diligent in his protection that
he never stops to be a part of William's life? Or yours? Fox Mulder is a
wonderful friend, and you both care about each other deeply, but sometimes
that's not enough...'
"No," Dana agreed sadly. "It's not."
/////////////////
As he'd promised, John was waiting outside the bathroom door with fresh
clothing for her when she got out of the shower.
He'd hooked an arm around the door to pass it to her, too gentlemanly to
make her even feel the remotest bit uncomfortable.
Dana'd taken the clothing with a murmured thank you before shutting it again
and leaning against it to dress. She was still very tired. Her body was
recovering, it'd helped having someone take care of the baby all day, but
she wasn't quite there yet.
When she opened the door, her hair brushed into place and her robe hooked
over her sleeve.
"How are you feeling?" John queried immediately, taking the robe from her
and carrying it to her room.
"Tired."
Nodding, he moved back to wrap an arm around her waist. At her surprised
look, he quirked a smile. "Lean on me a little, I promise I have nothing but
honorable intentions."
It was Dana's turn to flush with embarrassment and she nodded once as they
resumed their path to the living room and the couch.
There, John helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket he had ready.
"You think you're up to eating something?"hHe questioned, resting his hands
on the back of the couch and looking down at her.
Running a hand over the soft knit material of the blanket, Dana considered
the question then finally nodded. "Something light."
"Toast?"
"Yes, please." came the quiet response as she rested her head back against
the pillow.
Smiling, John pushed away from the couch and headed into the kitchen. He'd
gotten pretty familiar with where things were so he was able to keep the
noise down while he worked.
Finally, when the toast was ready, he returned to the living room - plate in
hand - and leaned over the couch to find his charge sound asleep.
With a small smile on his face, the quiet man turned and carried it back
into the kitchen. Putting the toast in the oven on a low heat to keep it
warm, he found a book amongst Dana's collection and sat down on a chair,
keeping one ear focused on the baby monitor and the other on the breathing
of the woman on the couch.
With their protector sitting watch over them both, the Scully family slept
peaceful - secure in the knowledge John Doggett would keep them safe. From
aliens or the flu...it didn't matter to him. It was just how he did
business. And, in his mind, it was no less than what they deserved.
Security.
Finis
Author: M. Edison
Rating: PG
Archive: To Ephemeral, and Gossamer
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the X-Files.
Feedback welcome at medison@thezone.net You can flame me but in truth, the
only thing you'll get is a headache and I'll get a good laugh. (as will the
SHODDS mailing list. we find flames most amusing) As a MSR friend of mine
says, you respect my bubble, I respect yours.
Spoilers: Minor ones for the end of Season 8
Timeline: Post Essence/Existence
Dedication: To the wonderful DB cause she's a doll and to Azar who got me
into DSR to begin with. ;-)
Summary: Dana Scully's got a bad flu, Mom Scully's going out of town,
Mulder's MIA - guess who gets the call.
Thanks to Azar for the beta
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I honestly and truly like Mulder (Which reminds me
I gotta get cracking on that Mulder AU) but I don't wear blinders when I
look at the character. I like him flaws and all. So, when Scully has similar
thoughts in this fic, don't freak. She still cares about the guy, she's just
being honest with herself for once. Personally, I don't think the comments
are that inflammatory but given some of the flamers I've encountered since
beginning to write XF fanfiction, I thought I'd give them a warning up front
so they can avoid it.
But, given their attitudes, that's almost impossible. *sighs*
Anyway, on with the fic.
This was written as a sickfic for the List Mom of ShoDDs. Glad you're
feeling better DB!
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Safety and Security
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He'd just stepped into the house after his Saturday morning ride when the
phone rang. Not one to dawdle, he left his bicycle in the doorway and
hurried to grab up the phone.
"John Doggett."
"Agent Doggett? We haven't met but my daughter Dana is a close friend of
yours."
Surprised, John took the cordless in hand and went back to the door to
completely pull his bike into the house - all the while wondering why on
earth would Dana Scully's mother be calling him?
For the briefest of moments he entertained the rather farfetched notion that
Mrs. Scully was calling to ask his intentions toward her daughter. At the
thought, John bit back a chuckle. Yeah right.
Though, given the number of times he'd found himself over at Dana's
apartment lately, he could understand why she'd wonder. It seemed he was
continually finding reasons to be over there but in truth, half of them were
ones Dana'd come up with. In fact, she'd started the habitual visits when
she'd asked him to drop by and help set up William's crib.
Mulder had planned to help but the Lone Gunmen had called with a hot tip on
the alien replicant people who'd chased Scully and Monica halfway across the
country. Finding out why they'd left Scully's baby alone was the subject of
Mulder's most recent intense hunt.
Thus, with the tip too hot to pass up, the crib had become a secondary
concern.
However, since Dana was a little uneasy at the thought of letting William
sleep in her bed with her - having heard one too many stories about babies
getting rolled on or *out* of bed - she didn't want to wait. Remembering
that John had offered to help whenever she needed, Dana'd called him and,
ever since, he'd been averaging three to four visits weekly. Sometimes, she
called him, others he just dropped by. It was an easy friendship and both
were enjoying it.
"Pleasure to hear your voice, Mrs. Scully," The FBI agent said warmly,
closing the door.
"Call me Maggie," she corrected. "Mrs. Scully was my mother-in-law."
"Only if you call me John," Doggett countered immediately.
"All right, John...." Maggie agreed then paused before saying, "I know you'
re probably wondering why I called you."
"Question had crossed my mind."
"I thought as much." There was another pause. "John, are you busy this
afternoon?"
"No, ma'am." he drawled respectively pulling a bottle of water out of the
refrigerator. "Nothin' of any consequence planned."
"Well, Dana isn't feeling well today and frankly, "I don't want her to have
to be alone with the baby - I'd stay with her but I'm supposed to visit my
son, Charlie, this week and Dana refuses to let me cancel." The frustration
in her voice brought a bemused smile to Doggett's lips as he pictured the
scene of Dana squaring off with her mother. Impressive and typical of the
pint-sized agent.
Nevertheless, he had to ask. "If you don't mine me askin' - why didn't you
call Mulder?"
"To be truthful, I couldn't reach him. Then I remembered Dana did say if she
needed anything, she'd call you. I'm just making sure you knew about it. I
have no doubt you know just how stubborn Dana can be when she puts her mind
to it."
"Do I ever..."
The immediate response brought a merry laugh from the elder Scully. "I
assure you, she gets it from her father."
"Uh huh..." John replied dryly, enjoying the relaxed camaraderie. It was
rare for him to be so comfortable with a woman he hadn't even met face to
face yet. It was even rarer for him to be so sure he'd like her when he did.
One thing he wasn't surprised at was the strength of character he could
sense in this woman. But then, he'd seen it before. Every time he looked
into her daughter's face. "Thanks for callin', Mrs....Maggie. I'll check in
on her - you enjoy your trip and don't worry."
"Thank you, John...very much."
"My pleasure, ma'am."
/////////////
Hanging up with a relieved smile, Maggie Scully picked up her carry-on bag
and suitcase. She had to get moving or risk missing her plane.
As she hustled out the door, Maggie's smile widened as she thought of John
Doggett.
She liked him. She liked him a lot.
//////////////
When someone knocked on the door, Dana flinched at the sound which seemed to
echo through her pounding head, and tried to ignore it. They'd go away.
Please God...make them go away.
However, the knocking persisted and that's when William decided Mommy was
being rude and loudly voiced his displeasure.
Her son's cry pierced through her head like a buzzsaw and Dana moaned loudly
as she rolled out of bed to pick him up.
Singing softly, she shuffled out of her bedroom and headed for the front
door. It was probably rude of her but she was fervently wishing it was
someone she could get rid of in a hurry. The last thing she needed was one
of her mother's friends dropping by to see the baby. It got on her last
nerve.
Her mother hadn't been gone for two hours and already Dana regretted
convincing her to go. That thought brought a wave of guilt. It had been a
while since her mother had been able to visit Charlie and Dana didn't want
to intrude on that visit. Sick or no.
Cuddling Will closer, while trying not to breathe on him - last thing she
needed was a sick baby too - Dana peered through the peephole and almost
sobbed in relief.
"John." Smiling wanly, the trip from the bedroom seeming to have exhausted
her, the sick redhead opened the door to admit her friend. "Come in."
Seeing the fatigue in her blue eyes, John held out his arms in a silent
request for the baby and, gratefully, Dana handed him over. "How're you
feeling?"
"Miserable," Scully replied honestly. "How'd you--? Oh. Mom." With a rueful
smile, she answered her own question somewhat abruptly.
Chuckling, John nodded; the gently rocking motion of his arms lulled little
William into a peaceful quiet leaving him content to let himself be held
while the adults talked. "Yeah, your mom called me this morning before she
left. Wanted to make sure somebody was gonna be checkin' on you two."
Looking up from the baby's gaze, her friend offered a smile and a half
shrug. "So here I am."
They shared a smile and a quiet moment before the silence was broken by Dana
doubling over as her slim body was wracked by a fit of harsh coughs.
A frown of concern appeared on John's face and, carefully balancing Will, he
gestured toward her bedroom. "You go lie down. We'll be okay out here."
"You're sure?" Scully asked, her voice hoarse from the coughing.
"Completely," Was his confident response as he guided her into her bedroom.
//////////////
After getting Dana settled in her bed, John took William with him into the
kitchen.
"Now," The lean man said, his eyes searching around him. "I know your mom
has a car seat for you around here somewhere...Don't suppose you know where
it is?"
With that he looked down at the baby. William didn't make a sound, but did
shake a small fist.
"I'll take that as a no," John responded with a chuckle. "Okay....let's
see." Holding the baby close, he wandered around the apartment and finally
found it in the closet.
"Okay buddy," he continued, looking down at the baby. "Let's get you settled
in."
After carefully arranging the blankets in the seat, and moving with the
experience of one who'd done it so many times before, John lowered the baby
into it and draped a blanket over William's legs before standing back to
survey his work.
"Comfy?" he asked as Will seemed to wiggle into a position he liked better.
The baby made a soft murmuring sound of apparent agreement, bringing a
chuckle from Doggett.
"Glad to hear it." Picking up the seat, John carried it into the kitchen
where he set it down on the kitchen table - in the middle so there would be
no chance of it falling off. "Now, let's make a treat for your mom."
Thus said, John kept up a running, one-sided, conversation with the littlest
Scully while he moved around the kitchen, preparing things. Though William
couldn't answer, per se, he did watch the adult's movements somewhat
intently, occasionally 'responding' by wiggling or making a soft noise or,
in some cases, a yawn.
The yawns would bring a laugh from John who'd stop before the seat and say
something along the lines of, "Boring you, am I buddy?" His friendly eyes
would dim slightly then and murmur, "My little guy used to do the same
thing..."
William didn't know who the little guy was but he did know he liked it when
Mommy had Uncle John over - He didn't make those stupid noises or wave toys
in his face. Uncle John talked like he knew William could understand him and
that was something the newest Scully appreciated.
But then, Uncle John did stuff like that all the time. William liked Uncle
John.
//////////////
Dana awakened to a warm hand touching her shoulder. Opening heavy eyes,
which was no small feat, she found John sitting on the edge of her bed with
a steaming mug in his free hand.
"What's that?" she asked thickly as he set it aside to help her into a
sitting position.
"Somethin' Monica recommended to me last time I was sick - said it's
supposed to be heaven on a sore throat." After he'd handed her the mug, John
pressed his hand to her forehead and frowned in concentration.
Unlike last time, when he'd found it far too high for his liking, he nodded
in approval. "You're not hot..."
"Gee thanks..." Dana teased and was rewarded by his cheeks reddening.
"Not what I meant," her partner said gruffly as he stood, not giving voice
to the comment that flitted through his head at her tease. 'Sick or not, you
're a knock out...' "Drink up."
Tasting it tentatively, Scully eyed him skeptically. "Chocolate milk?"
Standing his ground, John nodded. "Warmed up on the stove - works like a
charm."
A soft cry from William caught their attention then and with a murmured, "be
right back," Doggett left the room.
Lying in bed, the mug held in her hands, Dana sipped at the steaming liquid
while reflecting on the attire of the man who'd just left her bedroom: jeans
and a white t-shirt that seemed to hug his chest.
'No one should look *that* good in those clothes....I'll never look at him
in those suits the same way again...'
//////////////
"Feeling any better?" John's voice was soft, pitched for her ears only, as
it intruded into the darkened room.
Opening her eyes, Dana smiled faintly. "I'm a little nauseous and very
tired..."
"Wanna move to the couch for a while?" he suggested. "You've been in here
all day, change of scenery might do you good."
Sitting up slightly against her pillow, Dana ran a hand over her tousled
hair and nodded. "It'd be nice, give me a chance to clean up a bit too. How'
s Will?"
John adjusted his posture so she could see her son. "Had his bath and a
bottle, 'bout ready to go down for a nap I think."
Reaching out to touch one tiny hand, her expression one of awe, the redhead
nodded. "He looks it."
Having received her agreement, John stood up and carried the infant to his
crib - settling him in with great care.
Turning on the baby monitor, he moved to the windows and made sure they were
shut before returning to the bed and helping Dana out. "You want to go to
the bathroom first?"
Nodding, she held his arm tightly as she tested out her rubbery legs. "Been
a while since I've had a flu this bad," she commented ruefully, a small
smile on her lips.
"Had it a few years back this bad." John chuckled. "Felt as weak as a
kitten - could barely get out of bed."
Moving slowly, he led her toward the door, grabbing her bathrobe off the
hook before helping her into the bathroom.
"Just yell when you're ready to come back out." He said with a warm smile
before closing the door behind her.
Standing in the bathroom, clutching her robe in her hand, Dana looked into
the mirror and winced at what she saw. Her hair was tousled and greasy,
having come loose from the small clip she'd had it in, her face was wan and
had little colour, and the pajamas she wore were rumpled.
"I didn't look this bad when I was pregnant," she murmured with a tired
voice, setting down the robe and reaching for her hair brush.
Working it through her hair, the ill woman winced as it hit snags but she
kept it up. She wasn't sure why on earth she was so annoyed with her
appearance but she was. She couldn't help it.
Sighing, she decided it was simply the fact she didn't like looking out of
sorts...and certainly not like the mess she currently found herself in.
'Admit it Dana...' her mind nagged with a voice that sounded remarkably like
her mother. 'It has nothing to do with how you see yourself and everything
to do with how that man out there sees you.'
Yanking the brush a little harder, Dana dismissed the voice irritably. "It
is not." she informed the mirror in annoyance.
'Yes it is..' her mother's voice argued.
"No..."
'Yes...'
"Oh shut up." She gave in finally, turning to removed her pajamas and
turning the shower on.
"Hot, hot, hot." A smile quirked her face when she said it, remembering a
comedy sketch she'd seen once. "Gotta be hot."
'Speaking of hot...' that little voice piped up. 'have you seen how that man
looks in jeans? Nice....'
Now that one she wasn't going to argue. It had been a long time since she'd
seen a man who wore jeans quite as well as John Doggett.
Stepping under the spray of the shower, Dana closed her eyes and let the
water run over her head as she ran her hands through her hair.
'And that chest...those suits sure hide a lot huh?'
As if to add emphasis to the thought, Dana's mind conjured up two separate
pictures of John Doggett. One in those suits he chose to wear and the other,
the jeans and t-shirt she'd just seen him in.
An appreciative sigh escaped her and immediately, she frowned.
"Don't even...." She warned herself. "You will not start thinking about John
Doggett in that manner!"
'Start?' that little voice, her mother's voice, countered with amusement.
'You've been thinking about him like *that* for a while now. Admit it
dear...you're attracted to that man.'
"But I don't want to be!" Dana argued with a glare at the wall of the
shower.
'Why? He's a wonderful man and you know it. Does he, or does he not, fit the
description you've always had of the ideal man. Not perfect....Perfection's
an illusion. But *real*...Well, Dana, does he?'
Sighing again, the redhead turned to face the spray, reaching for her
shampoo bottle. "He does," she confessed. "And I like it..."
'See, that wasn't so hard was it?'
Massaging the shampoo into her hair, Dana sighed again.
"No..." She confessed aloud. "It wasn't."
There was a long pause then she sighed. "But..."
'Oh no you don't.' the voice argued. 'Don't you dare bring Mulder into this.
He's made his choice, whether he realizes it or not. He's a good man but not
ready for a family, or a real relationship. Every time something has come up
about Will, he's always had a more pressing need to take care of. Yes,
finding out what *they* have planned for that precious baby boy is
important, but what's the point of being so diligent in his protection that
he never stops to be a part of William's life? Or yours? Fox Mulder is a
wonderful friend, and you both care about each other deeply, but sometimes
that's not enough...'
"No," Dana agreed sadly. "It's not."
/////////////////
As he'd promised, John was waiting outside the bathroom door with fresh
clothing for her when she got out of the shower.
He'd hooked an arm around the door to pass it to her, too gentlemanly to
make her even feel the remotest bit uncomfortable.
Dana'd taken the clothing with a murmured thank you before shutting it again
and leaning against it to dress. She was still very tired. Her body was
recovering, it'd helped having someone take care of the baby all day, but
she wasn't quite there yet.
When she opened the door, her hair brushed into place and her robe hooked
over her sleeve.
"How are you feeling?" John queried immediately, taking the robe from her
and carrying it to her room.
"Tired."
Nodding, he moved back to wrap an arm around her waist. At her surprised
look, he quirked a smile. "Lean on me a little, I promise I have nothing but
honorable intentions."
It was Dana's turn to flush with embarrassment and she nodded once as they
resumed their path to the living room and the couch.
There, John helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket he had ready.
"You think you're up to eating something?"hHe questioned, resting his hands
on the back of the couch and looking down at her.
Running a hand over the soft knit material of the blanket, Dana considered
the question then finally nodded. "Something light."
"Toast?"
"Yes, please." came the quiet response as she rested her head back against
the pillow.
Smiling, John pushed away from the couch and headed into the kitchen. He'd
gotten pretty familiar with where things were so he was able to keep the
noise down while he worked.
Finally, when the toast was ready, he returned to the living room - plate in
hand - and leaned over the couch to find his charge sound asleep.
With a small smile on his face, the quiet man turned and carried it back
into the kitchen. Putting the toast in the oven on a low heat to keep it
warm, he found a book amongst Dana's collection and sat down on a chair,
keeping one ear focused on the baby monitor and the other on the breathing
of the woman on the couch.
With their protector sitting watch over them both, the Scully family slept
peaceful - secure in the knowledge John Doggett would keep them safe. From
aliens or the flu...it didn't matter to him. It was just how he did
business. And, in his mind, it was no less than what they deserved.
Security.
Finis