Author's note: i know that this story could never happen in the serie but after it, it could, or maybe not, i don't know but don't you agree this two deserve a moment of pure fluffnes? Maybe it's the fever talking (yes, i'm ill, that's why i wrote this) but please be nice, it's my first fic and english is not my native language.
Disclaimer: this characters don't belong to me, they belong to each other, and of course to chris charter.
The sunlight started to bother Scully, she opened her eyes, slowly. She was in her bedroom, in a motel, after a case, she remembered. She remembered too that she was ill and that Mulder was taking care of her, even if he was ill as well… Mulder! Where was he? She opened her eyes once more, wide awake now and took a look around the room, it was empty. She asked herself if she had dreamed everything about last night, even the cuddling, but no, it was impossible. She took Mulder's pillow, it smelled like him.
A few minutes later Mulder opened her door, carrying a few paper bags. "Where were you? I was worried" Mulder was about to make a joke but he saw his partner's eyes and understood that she was actually worried about him, he sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly kissed Scully's forehead, she closed her eyes automatically letting emotions invade her, "was that a tear?" she thought "why am I crying?! He is fine" When Mulder looked into Scully's eyes once again he realized she was crying. He gently cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb "hey, what's wrong?" "I thought something had happened to you" She hated to be this weak but she was afraid of losing him. Besides she was ill and on fever, she was even worse than the night before. "But it didn´t, I'm here" He wrapped his arms around her, and she let her head fall to his chest. "I hate this" Scully murmured "What?" "being so weak" "Scully, you don't have to be tough with me, I love you just how you are. Even if you are ill and I have to go out and buy our breakfast" "I love you too" he smiled and kissed her forehead. They stayed like this for a few more minutes, forgetting about everything else, FBI politics included, in that little world only existed the other one, without aliens or cancer man.
"Mulder" she said after a while "Mmmh?" "weren't you sick as well?" "I was, but I guess it was only allergy" "I'm glad" "now, let's have breakfast" With that, Mulder released Scully from the embrace and opened the bags, inside it were: a cough medicine, something for Scully's fever, a packet of soda cookies and a packet of jam. After putting everything in the right place (the night table, the bags in the trash bin) and after Scully took all her pills, Mulder sat besides her on bed and put his arm around her shoulders "thanks for the jam, and the medicine, and everything" "You are welcome, I called Skinner and told him that you weren't in conditions of travelling by plane, he said we should stay here 'till you get better, then we should travel back and we have the day off when we get to Washington" "Great, thanks" She let her head fall to his shoulder and started to close her eyes, her head still hurt like hell "Now you have to eat something" "I'm not hungry yet" "Ok, try to get some sleep, when you wake up again you eat" "All right, you start to sound like my father" "Scully, get some sleep" She lied down and he did it too, no because he was sleepy, it was only for holding her in his arms, she slept for a couple of hours and the whole time Mulder stared at her, tracing patterns in her lower back, kissing her hair or simply thinking.