Title: A headache
Author: NightBloomingJasmine
Plot: Scully has a headache and Mulder helps elevate the pain. SPOV, MSR
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Files that guy Chris Carter does and Fox Production Studios or something like that.

This has got to be the headache to end all headaches. I was trying to finish up the remaining bits and pieces of this report that is due to Skinner on Monday and all of a sudden my head started pounding. This wasn't an ordinary, take an aspirin, wait 20 minutes and continue about your business headache. No, this headache started out as a slight throbbing that I could deal with, at first. Until it began to pulsing with every heart beat. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I click saved on the document putting off the rest until tomorrow.

It's Saturday night anyway. Maybe I could find a movie on or something, but first I have to deal with this headache. So I leave the crummy lap top behind and head for the medicine cabinet. After taking two extra strength Tylenol and deciding it would probably help even more if changed into something more comfortable. I head to the couch with blanket, pillow, and remote in hand.

After situating myself and noting that the headache is not getting any better, I forego the TV for now and just lay in the quiet stillness of my apartment. This pain is starting to wear on my nerves. I can feel it in the middle of my forehead radiating to my temples and around to the rest of my cerebral cortex. God it's killing me, I just want it to go away now. Suddenly I hear a rapping at my door. Please god don't let it be Mulder, wanting to take me to god knows where. I can't take a plane flight right now. So I gather myself up and drag to the door. Unlocking the locks after looking through the peep, you know who is there in all his glory.

"Hey Scully…you okay? You don't look so good?" Nice observation Mulder. I shake my head at him option not to pursue him in any way to talk over abundantly right now. He walks in throwing his jacket over the back of some chair, instead of hanging it up, but I'm not in the mood right now to argue with him. He takes a sit on my sofa couch where I was laying none the less.

"Taking a nap?" He lifts the blanket slightly. He has got to stop talking my head can't process anything right now. So I walk over and reclaim my former position on the couch, which now includes his lap. I don't think he's surprised, he just shifts over, so that I can stretch out a little bit more.

"Headache?" He questions and I nod my head slightly pulling the blanket around me tightly. Then I feel his fingers start their smoothing and tension releasing magic right in the center of the chaos going on inside my head. I think I hear his name escape my mouth as my eyes close.

"Just try and go to sleep okay." His other hand is slipping under the covers to rub my back, and it doesn't take long before I'm slipping into a light sleep. I can still feel his fingers gently massaging skin between my eyes and down my nose. What seems like moments later, but could be minutes, he's at my temples, behind my ear, and now, at the back of my neck. Some how I managed too switch position, no longer on my side but lying flat on my abdomen with my face turn toward his belly to block out any light. The last thing I remember is being lifted into the air and moved to my bedroom. The soothing of his breathing and melodic rhythm of his caresses lulling my aching head to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can thank him, but for now I welcome this sumber.