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Title: The Little Things   

Author: Sara B.

E-mail: sabo727@tampabay.rr.com

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Rating:  Over Thirteen - Small non graphic reference to sex   

Category: M/Angst, MSM

Spoilers:  One Breath

Summary:  Scully is in a coma and Mulder remembers the little things.

Feedback:  How can you not?

Archive: I would be honored, just let me know.

Disclaimer:  The recognized characters are used Without Prejudice and are the property of C. Carter, Fox and the wonderful actors who breathed life into written words, most notably G. Anderson and D. Duchovny who were able to make us believe in the improbable.  No Infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.  The story and before unknown characters belongs to me.

Gratitude: To AnneM. and KimK. you are the best, thank you.  To my Dennis, enough said.  To CC and Company, who created the X-Files.  Lastly, but my no means least, to the readers, you make this hobby of mine have meaning.

Author’s Notes:  This story is dedicated to the heroic and dear Nancy.  Nancy, you are one of the bright spots in this world.

 

The Little Things   

Sara B. 11/07

Mulder stared into her silent face and wished he could hear her say, “Mulder, you’re crazy.”  Or if she would give him that smile that was reserved for him; the one that told him everything would be okay.  “Damnit, Scully, just open your eyes,” he pleaded then added quietly, “please.”

His beautiful Scully was in another damned hospital bed on the brink of death.  If she were aware she would be so damned mad.  She was here not because of her job or their quest but because some jackass had a fight with his wife and went out and got drunk.  “This time even Bill couldn’t blame it on him.”

Mulder took her left hand gently in his and played with the wedding ring on her finger.  It was so Scully, understated beauty.  He’d wanted to buy her an extravagantly expensive wedding set.  He’d even picked it out, but when he took her to have it sized she took one look and shook her head.  ‘I love that you think of me this much but I would rather something like,” she pointed at a platinum ring with three recesses diamonds nestled in two bands of tiny sapphires.  He hated to admit it but the ring was perfect and better still it had a matching man’s band.  He held the two ring fingers next to each other.  Hers so small and delicate looking while his was large and callused; no one would guess that hers was really the stronger. 

“Scully come on, I’m starting to think you want to get away from me.”  He teased her but she still didn’t respond.  He sat back in the chair and unconsciously his fingers caressed her hand.

“It’s the little things,” a soft feminine voice said.  Mulder looked toward the owner and saw a nurse walk in.

“Pardon?”  He asked her.

“For me, it is always the little things I think of.  Those moments in your life that are only between the two of you.  The first kiss, the first time you knew that you loved each other.  The favorite movies or songs.  Those are the things that are most important to be remembered.”

Mulder smiled at her then thanked her.  He looked at her nametag and, unlike everyone else who flitted in and out, he knew he would remember her name.

“Scully, I knew I was in trouble the moment you walked into my man-cave in the basement.  You stood there with those eyes that tore into me and let me know that I’d met my match.  So it took me seven years to make a move on you.  Well, technically, I made my first real move in five years but I didn’t follow through. 

“Remember our first real kiss?  You’d asked me to dinner and you almost called it off because I took too long to answer.  God, I’m a dope sometimes.  You took me to that little restaurant down the street from your place.  All night I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.  You wore that little blue dress with the crescent moon pin on your left shoulder.  After dinner we stopped at the video store and while I was searching for the quintessential chick flick, to show off my sensitive side, you were scouring the horror flicks for the latest B grade blood bath movie.  Not that it mattered because we spent the night talking.  Not something strange to us but the subject was; we talked openly about ourselves.  You started it with a simple request.  “Mulder, tell me one of the happiest moments of your childhood.”  I told you about going with Sam and my mom to buy dad’s Christmas gift one year.  Then we spent the rest of the night swapping stories.  I’d never felt so naked yet protected as I did then.  Then you kissed me and it was perfect.”

The doctor came in and checked Scully’s chart.  “Mr. Mulder, if she doesn’t awaken in the next forty-eight hours we need to seriously think about a long care facility.”  The bastard kept talking but Mulder didn’t hear it.  His Scully had been through worse than this, she would show them, she was going to wake up and give them all a good ‘what for.’  ‘Scully, Babe, please wake up and give them hell and tell them you are a doctor and you want to be discharge and everything you always do when you're in the hospital.’

A few minutes later it was just the two of them again and he went back to reminiscing.  "Remember the night we conceived Will?  One minute we were arguing over that case in Kentucky and the next we were naked on my couch and we weren’t arguing anymore.  That is right up there at the top of my list of world’s bests.  But that could be said for most of our time together.”  He placed his head next to hers and kissed her.  “You told me you loved me that night.”  He chuckled, “We were lying there naked with those self satisfied smirks on our faces.  All I could think of was how stupid we were not to have done that sooner.  Then you looked me in the eyes and just said, “I love you, Mulder.””

Mulder closed his eyes for a moment and whispered, “I love you, Scully,” then slowly let his eyes open to see two sleepy electric blue eyes looking at him with love.

“I still love you, Fox Mulder”  

Two minutes later medical professionals descended on them. 

~

Scully was well on her way to a full recovery.  She was sitting up eating, well, neither of them really knew what it was she was eating.  The menu called it chicken but Mulder defied anyone to actually cut it unless they had a chain saw.

One of the nurses came in to take her vitals.  “Excuse me,” Mulder began, “could you tell me where I might find Nurse Owens, G. Owens?”  He failed to notice Scully’s discomfort which only increased with the nurses reply.

“Did you say Owens?”  He nodded, “There is no nurse Owen’s at this hospital.”

Mulder was about to protest but Scully said, “Mulder, I have something to tell you.”

END

A.N. The chicken incident happened to me while I was hospital.  I was really weak so I thought it was just me when I couldn’t cut my chicken breast up.  My beloved Dennis tried for several minutes and only made a dent in the darned thing. 

 

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