A tall man cannot comfortably curl up into an arm chair. This was the conclusion Fox Mulder came to as he drifted in and out of sleep at his partner's house. Knowing Scully would probably shoot him for lounging all over her furniture, Mulder decided that the couch was definately more comfortable (and in better view of the tv) than the chair was. Once he was settled on the couch, Mulder suddenly became aware of exactly how itchy he was. Every inch of his body tingled and stung at the same time. Reaching around, he could feel what appeared to be hundreds of welts on his neck and upper back. However the middle of his back was the worst because he couldn't quite reach the exact spot that was bothering him. Mulder was so involved in trying to scratch his own back that he didn't notice Scully enter the apartment.
"Don't do that," she exclaimed putting several bags down on her kitchen counter.
"Don't do what?" Mulder asked innocently, his arms still stretched around himself.
"I got something that should help the itching," Scully said hanging her coat and Mulder's up in the closet. "How're you feeling?"
"Fine," Mulder said trying to ignore the the horrible itchy welts that felt like they were multipying.
Raising an eyebrow at him Scully sat down next to him on the couch. She felt his forhead, "You're burning up."
"And itching like hell," Mulder said trying not to sound too whiney but not suceeding.
"Take off your shirt," Scully said setting one of her shopping bags on the coffee table.
"You know I've dreamed of this moment for a long time Scully," Mulder mumbled as he lifted his sweater over his head.
"Hold still," Scully said choosing to ignore her partner's most recent comment. She sighed as she caught sight of Mulder's chest, which was covered in red splotches.
"What're you doing?" Mulder asked as Scully opened a bottle of pink fluid.
"It's medicated lotion Mulder. It'll help with the itching."
"It's pink," Mulder said in horror.
"Yes it is," Scully replied. "I was going to get the clear kind but they were sold out of it."
"I'm going to look like one of those marshmellow peeps you get at Easter," Mulder pouted.
"Probably," said Scully putting some of the pink liquid on a cotton ball. "Now hold still."
As soon as the pink stuff touched his skin, Mulder jumped about two feet practically spilling the bottle all over Scully.
"Sorry," he whispered to Scully. "I didn't realize how cold it would be."
"It's alright," Scully shrugged. "Now seriously hold still this time."
Mulder complied trying not to think about the cold or the color of what Scully was putting all over his chest and back. Instead he concentrated on Scully and how kind she was being to him. After all, it wasn't every woman who would take care of him when he was sick and itchy, especially one who had to put up with him on a daily basis. Maybe it was the fever, or maybe delusions were a symptoms of the chicken pox that she hadn't yet informed him of, but Mulder suddenly decided that Scully must be what angels look like.
"Scully," he said softly.
"Hmm?" She said closing the dreaded pink bottle and walking over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he said as she turned the water on.
"What'd you say Mulder?" asked Scully turning the sink off and drying her hands.
"I said that you were wonderful and lovely and," Mulder was cut off by Scully fowning and feeling his forhead.
"Sh," she said placing a cool washcloth on his forehead. "Maybe you should try to get some sleep."
**Stay tuned for Chapter 5**
"Don't do that," she exclaimed putting several bags down on her kitchen counter.
"Don't do what?" Mulder asked innocently, his arms still stretched around himself.
"I got something that should help the itching," Scully said hanging her coat and Mulder's up in the closet. "How're you feeling?"
"Fine," Mulder said trying to ignore the the horrible itchy welts that felt like they were multipying.
Raising an eyebrow at him Scully sat down next to him on the couch. She felt his forhead, "You're burning up."
"And itching like hell," Mulder said trying not to sound too whiney but not suceeding.
"Take off your shirt," Scully said setting one of her shopping bags on the coffee table.
"You know I've dreamed of this moment for a long time Scully," Mulder mumbled as he lifted his sweater over his head.
"Hold still," Scully said choosing to ignore her partner's most recent comment. She sighed as she caught sight of Mulder's chest, which was covered in red splotches.
"What're you doing?" Mulder asked as Scully opened a bottle of pink fluid.
"It's medicated lotion Mulder. It'll help with the itching."
"It's pink," Mulder said in horror.
"Yes it is," Scully replied. "I was going to get the clear kind but they were sold out of it."
"I'm going to look like one of those marshmellow peeps you get at Easter," Mulder pouted.
"Probably," said Scully putting some of the pink liquid on a cotton ball. "Now hold still."
As soon as the pink stuff touched his skin, Mulder jumped about two feet practically spilling the bottle all over Scully.
"Sorry," he whispered to Scully. "I didn't realize how cold it would be."
"It's alright," Scully shrugged. "Now seriously hold still this time."
Mulder complied trying not to think about the cold or the color of what Scully was putting all over his chest and back. Instead he concentrated on Scully and how kind she was being to him. After all, it wasn't every woman who would take care of him when he was sick and itchy, especially one who had to put up with him on a daily basis. Maybe it was the fever, or maybe delusions were a symptoms of the chicken pox that she hadn't yet informed him of, but Mulder suddenly decided that Scully must be what angels look like.
"Scully," he said softly.
"Hmm?" She said closing the dreaded pink bottle and walking over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he said as she turned the water on.
"What'd you say Mulder?" asked Scully turning the sink off and drying her hands.
"I said that you were wonderful and lovely and," Mulder was cut off by Scully fowning and feeling his forhead.
"Sh," she said placing a cool washcloth on his forehead. "Maybe you should try to get some sleep."
**Stay tuned for Chapter 5**
