Title: Feverish Behaviour
Author: Gabiabi
Rating: PG
Classification: no idea will probably become MSR tho
Summary: When both agents are sick, who will look after them
Spoilers: none really
Disclaimer: Any characters you recognise are not mine
Author's notes: I had the flu last week and was watching the x-files videos whenever I was awake until my VCR broke. Then I had to write.
"Aaaaah - chooo!"
"Mulder. That's the eighth time you've sneezed in the past ten minutes."
"Thank you Scully - I was actually aware of that. Do you know how? Because you've told me every time I've sneezed how many times it was."
"You're not well Mulder, go home."
Mulder sighed loudly.
"Scully, we've been through this already - seven times in fact. This makes eight times you've told me to go home and eight times I've told you no. Would you give it up now, please?"
"I'll make you a deal Mulder. You either go home or you have to give me a dollar for every time you sneeze - you decide."
"Fine Scully. I'll give you a dollar every time I sneeze but..."
"For goodness sake Mulder. You won't have any money left by the time we both go home."
"Hey, if you would let me finish...Thank you. As I was about to say... I'll give you a dollar every time I sneeze if you give me five dollars every time you have to cough."
"Mulder..."
"No Scully - this way I'll be five times as rich because you're coughing just as much as I'm sneezing. You should be the one going home."
"I'm fine Mulder. I just have a bit of a tickle at the back of my throat, it's noth..."
Scully broke off into another coughing fit. She held up her finger to show Mulder that she wasn't finished talking and would continue in a minute. Mulder ignored the hand gesture and began to speak but instead sneezed violently. His head was really starting to pound from all the sneezing and he was feeling generally lousy. He had been hiding his headache and slight temperature from Scully and was now beginning to regret arguing with her advice to go home. He merely hadn't wanted to leave her on her own since he knew that she was feeling crappy as well but just wouldn't admit it.
Scully had recovered from her coughing fit and was now looking at Mulder with concern. He was still sneezing and she recognized the slight furrow of his brow that he always got when he had a headache. She had watched it become more and more noticeable with every sneeze but he had stubbornly refused to admit it. She also realised that his cheeks were tinged a slight pink - a sure sign of a temperature. Before she could call him on it though, she felt the back of her throat burn from not coughing and her eyes began to water. Not wanting Mulder to think she was crying, she had to give in to the urge to cough. As she wiped the excess water from her eyes she realised that she too had a temperature.
'Damn, now I know I'm sick. I never get a temperature. I can't let Mulder know, he'll make me go home and leave him here.'
End chptr1
Author: Gabiabi
Rating: PG
Classification: no idea will probably become MSR tho
Summary: When both agents are sick, who will look after them
Spoilers: none really
Disclaimer: Any characters you recognise are not mine
Author's notes: I had the flu last week and was watching the x-files videos whenever I was awake until my VCR broke. Then I had to write.
"Aaaaah - chooo!"
"Mulder. That's the eighth time you've sneezed in the past ten minutes."
"Thank you Scully - I was actually aware of that. Do you know how? Because you've told me every time I've sneezed how many times it was."
"You're not well Mulder, go home."
Mulder sighed loudly.
"Scully, we've been through this already - seven times in fact. This makes eight times you've told me to go home and eight times I've told you no. Would you give it up now, please?"
"I'll make you a deal Mulder. You either go home or you have to give me a dollar for every time you sneeze - you decide."
"Fine Scully. I'll give you a dollar every time I sneeze but..."
"For goodness sake Mulder. You won't have any money left by the time we both go home."
"Hey, if you would let me finish...Thank you. As I was about to say... I'll give you a dollar every time I sneeze if you give me five dollars every time you have to cough."
"Mulder..."
"No Scully - this way I'll be five times as rich because you're coughing just as much as I'm sneezing. You should be the one going home."
"I'm fine Mulder. I just have a bit of a tickle at the back of my throat, it's noth..."
Scully broke off into another coughing fit. She held up her finger to show Mulder that she wasn't finished talking and would continue in a minute. Mulder ignored the hand gesture and began to speak but instead sneezed violently. His head was really starting to pound from all the sneezing and he was feeling generally lousy. He had been hiding his headache and slight temperature from Scully and was now beginning to regret arguing with her advice to go home. He merely hadn't wanted to leave her on her own since he knew that she was feeling crappy as well but just wouldn't admit it.
Scully had recovered from her coughing fit and was now looking at Mulder with concern. He was still sneezing and she recognized the slight furrow of his brow that he always got when he had a headache. She had watched it become more and more noticeable with every sneeze but he had stubbornly refused to admit it. She also realised that his cheeks were tinged a slight pink - a sure sign of a temperature. Before she could call him on it though, she felt the back of her throat burn from not coughing and her eyes began to water. Not wanting Mulder to think she was crying, she had to give in to the urge to cough. As she wiped the excess water from her eyes she realised that she too had a temperature.
'Damn, now I know I'm sick. I never get a temperature. I can't let Mulder know, he'll make me go home and leave him here.'
End chptr1