Title: Urgggg

Author: Rotem Shahar

Feedback: yes! LaughsR@prodigy.net

Summary: A cliché little sickfic

Rating: PG

Category: V

Keywords: sickfic, UST, fluff

Dedicated to: Cathey, who's waaaay to nice to me and is finally not sick 
anymore! Thanx to Jay for the title!:) and Thanx to Gina Maria for betaing!

Disclaimer: Dana Scully and Fox Mulder are not mine. They belong to Chris 
Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX. No infringement is intended. 

*~*X*~*
Dana Scully's Apartment
Monday

Scully rolled over and drearily looked at the clock. 

9:32 a.m. 

"Damn it!" she exclaimed as she realized she was late for work. Her head 
pounded as she attempted to get up. Flames of dizziness engulfed her and she 
sat back down to regain control.

She got up slowly this time and made her way into the bathroom. She opened 
the medicine cabinet and took out two Advil. Filling her cup with water, 
she swallowed the two pills.

She walked back to her bedroom, leaning on the walls for support.

Carelessly grabbing a suit from the closet, she threw it onto a chair. She 
then made her way back to her bed. All that walking had worn her out and she 
needed to rest. 

*~*X*~*
9:57 a.m.

**knock knock knock**

The poundings on the door along with the drums playing in her head were 
unbearable.

She leapt out of the bed and started towards the door. In the hallway the 
dizziness attacked her once more. She slid down the wall and onto the floor, 
putting her head between her knees trying to catch her breath.

Keys jingled as the door opened.

"Scully?!" Mulder cried out frantically.

He ran into the hallway and stopped short upon seeing Scully on the floor.

"Scully?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

She looked up and Mulder saw the tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Scully?" Mulder asked again as he approached her.

She wiped away her tears as she started "I feel - I don't - I'm not -" That 
was all she could say before the tears started flowing again.

Mulder sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her, hoping to give 
her solace.

"Come on Scully, get up. Let's get you back in bed." Mulder gently told her.

She complied, and together, they walked into her bedroom. She lay down on her
bed and Mulder tucked her in. He then took a seat next to her. 

"Why are you here?" Scully inquired sleepily, the medicine beginning to take 
effect.

"You weren't at work and you didn't answer your phone" Mulder told her as he 
caressed her cheek. "Are you going to be ok?"

"I'll be fine Mulder, don't worry about me." She sighed.

"I cant help it" he replied without thinking.

Scully looked at him, scrutinizing his expression, wondering what he meant.

"Do you want something to eat?" Mulder asked, breaking her out of her trance.

"Hmm? Oh, yea. Soup?" she asked sounding like a lost child.

"Sure." He replied, his heart breaking to seeing her ill. He left the room 
and headed into the kitchen.

*~*X*~*
10:23 a.m.

Soup in hand Mulder headed back into Scully's room.

Scully was fast asleep.

He placed the soup on her dresser, and went into the living room, staying 
there until she woke up.

*~*X*~*

The End!

Let me know what you thought!
LaughsR@prodigy.net