"Scully? Are you there?" Impatiently, Mulder knocked again on the door to his partners apartment. Wasn't she home? It was Sunday, and he didn't know where she could be if not home.
Just as he wanted to knock for the fourth time, he heard something. "... in a minute!", Scully yelled from inside, followed by a suppressed "Oh, fuck!"
"Scully? Are you alright?", he asked through the closed door but didn't get an answer until Scully opened it.
Surprised he looked down on his partner, her hair wasn't perfectly combed as usual but looked as if she just got out of bed, her eyes were looking tired and her nose was red.
"Hi, Mulder", she said and sniffed, leaning against the door, closing her eyes for a few seconds.
"Scully, are you sick??"
"No, Mulder. That's just me without any makeup. Of course I'm sick!", she answered and went back inside her flat, letting herself fall on the sofa.
Mulder followed her and closed the door behind him. Not sure what to say, he sat down on the armchair across from her. She looks kinda cute when she's sick, he thought but rejected the thought as he saw how Scully looked at him.
"Why are you here, Mulder? I just wanted to make me a sou-" , she said before her voice cracked and she got a coughing fit. She sat up and tried to calm herself down, as Mulder already hurried into the kitchen to get her a glass of water.
"Thank you", Scully whispered as he reached it to her. "So, why are you here?"
"Uhm I... I just... I just wanted to discuss something with you. I've got some pictures of unidentified flying objects and...", Mulder started to explain but already saw how Scully's eyebrow started moving upwards and stopped.
"I know, they're most likely faked but you know what? Since I'm already here, I can take care of you now."
Scully sighed. "I don't need anyone to take care of me. It's just a little cold, I'm-"
"-fine. No, you're not fine, Scully. We're all getting sick sometimes, it's okay", he interrupted her and got up.
He took the blanket which laid over the armchair and stayed standing next to Scully.
"You've got to be kidding me", she said and stayed sitting where she was. Why was he doing this? That's...kinda cute, she thought but immediately rejected this thought again.
"Just lay down and sleep a little, I'm gonna make you a soup", Mulder answered, his voice was soft and caring, and Scully finally accepted his offer.
She took the pillow behind her back, rested her head on it and Mulder covered her carefully with the blanket. "Call me, if you need something", he said and went to the kitchen.
What could I need?, Scully asked herself. I'm fine, just a little cold. I'm gonna feel much better tomorrow.
While laying there on the sofa, she saw the envelope Mulder had left on the armchair. Are those the pictures he talked about?
Scully was too curious about it, so she sat up and took the envelope before she snuggled under the warm blanket again. Carefully she opened it and took the four pictures in her hands. While looking at them, she was more than sure that they were only manips. The shadows weren't always matching with the flying objects, and some others seemed familiar to her. Like some objects out of movies. She put the pictures on the table and listened to Mulder working in the kitchen. But she couldn't prevent falling asleep...
As Mulder was finished with the soup, he carried a bowl of it to Scully who was still laying asleep on the sofa.
Smiling, he put the soup on the table where he suddenly saw the pictures he brought with him.
"I bet they're all fake", Scully said with weak voice as she woke up and saw his face.
"Well, I don't wanna argue with you about this. And the pictures aren't that important right now", he answered and watched Scully sitting up.
"Are you feeling a little better?", he asked and sat down next to her.
"Well...I'm cold." Scully took the blanket and wrapped it around her. Before she or Mulder could say something, she suddenly sneezed a few times and Mulder tried not to smile. She just looked too adorable.
Without a word, he handed her the package of tissues which was laying on the table and grateful she took it.
"You know what?", Mulder asked after Scully blew her nose a few times.
"What?", Scully asked, wrapping the blanket even tighter around her shoulders.
"You look like the reindeer Rudolph", he answered pointing at her now extremely red nose.
"Shut up, Mulder."
Scully reached out for the bowl of soup at the table but Mulder stopped her. He saw how her hands were shaking and insisted on helping her.
"You wanna feed me like a kid?", Scully asked but didn't complain more about it.
"I do whatever I have to do to make you feel better", Mulder answered. "Caution, it might be hot."
Scully swallowed the first spoon of soup and looked impressed. "Wow, that's good. I can't taste much but it's good."
"Well, thank you", Mulder laughed and kept feeding her.
After a while, Scully finished the soup and felt warm again. Her head still hurt, her nose was running and her throath was burning like hell, but she felt comfortable with Mulder next to her.
"Thank you, Mulder."
"You don't have to thank me for that. You'd do the same for me."
"Shut up and let me thank you", Scully smiled and leaned back, resting her head on the sofa.
"Can I do anything else for you? Do you want a tea?"
"Maybe later, for now I'd like to sleep a little", she answered and laid down again. "Can you stay?", she asked after a short moment of silence. Her voice was quiet, she wasn't sure what he'd answer.
"Sure", he said, smiling a little.
He stayed sitting next to her and started reading a book which was laying on the table as well. After a while, he noticed that Scully was still shaking and didn't seem to feel warm.
"Come here", he said and moved a little closer to her.
Not sure what he meant, Scully looked up to him but Mulder just nodded. So she sat up again and leaned herself against Mulder, who wrapped his arm around her and hold her tight. She rested her head on his chest, enjoying the warmth he spread and felt immediately warmer than before. Or was it just the blood in her cheeks, making her blush? She didn't know, and in this moment she also didn't care.
"But Mulder, what if you're getting sick now, too??"
Scully wanted to move away a little, but Mulder held her close to him. "I don't get sick so easily, don't worry", he whispered and Scully rested her head again on his chest. She didn't want to say something against it, she was grateful for this very moment....
A week later, Scully already felt much better. It was Saturday and she just came home from the supermarket as she saw Mulder waiting in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall next to her door, apparently waiting for her.
He turned around. And sneezed.
"Hi, Scully", he said, his voice sounded weak and she noticed the scarf around his neck. It wasn't even that cold this day.
"Are you alright?", she asked worried, trying to find her keys in the pocket of her jacket.
"Well, maybe you can take care of me now. Because I... I think you might have infected me a little." Mulder sneezed heavily after he barely finished his sentence and coughed into his scarf.
Scully couldn't hide a smile as she finally opened the door. "Just come in. Like you said, I'd do the same for you."