Title: Reflections in the Reflecting Pool Authors: Foxfirex_00, Girlie_girl7 EM: Foxfirex_00@yahoo.com Date: 6-26-02 Category: post FTF Spoilers: everything up to and including FTF Archive: Anywhere Rating: PG Disclaimer: They belong to Fox This is a Laverne and Shirley production. "If I quit now they win." Scully takes his hand in hers. The feel of his strong hand wrapped around hers makes her feel safe, makes her feel sane. For a brief moment suspended in time she thinks he will lean in and kiss her, as he had tired to do in his hallway. Her breath caught, but realizing their open position, they both simply turn away. Hands still clasped, they make their way along the reflecting pool. Its tranquil surface mocking the turmoil they both feel. Who can say, in the aftermath of this fateful day what really happened to start the proverbial ball rolling, Scully calls it a simple accident. Mulder will swear before a gathering of his peer's that fate, and a loose stone was afoot. . . "Ooomph" < SPLASH > "Ow! Dammit!" "Mulder! What the hell happened?" "What the hell does it look like Scully? I slipped on a rock!" "And fell into the reflecting pool." Fox Mulder sat in the reflecting pool vainly attempting to look dignified with his ass soaking wet. "That would be the correct answer, thank you for playing. Now help me up." "You can find your way across Antarctica to save me, and yet you fall into the reflecting pool and bust your ass." Scully is now leaning down laughing at him. "Yes, the irony astounds. Are you going to help me up, or just stand there laughing." Scully reaches out her hand to Mulder. "Okay, okay, give me your hand." < Jerk, SPLASH > "Laugh now Red." "You are so dead Fox Mulder!" Scully says as she wipes the wet hair from her face. "Hah! In your dreams! You have to catch me first." "Mulder I am NOT swimming the length of the reflecting pool! Dammit! My new fuck me pumps are ruined!" "Okay, I'm sorry Scully, really. I'll replace your shoes. As for the intent of the shoes, I'd be glad to help you out with that, too." Scully glares at Mulder, wet and cold with water dripping off her nose. "Jeeze Scully, it was just a joke, Scully. . .Scully could you stop slapping my arm? People are starting to stare and I'm pretty sure that guy just called 911!" Scaly hauls herself out of the pool. "Come on Mulder get out of there!" "I can't Scully, I think my ankle is broken!" "Dammit Mulder, sit up here on the edge and let me take a look at it and hurry! I think those sirens are getting closer and I don't want to give that old bitch anything else to hang us with." "Just be careful, please? Ow! Scully don't twist it, I told you it was broken." "Let me see it Mulder." Scully examines Mulder's foot. "Looks like a nasty sprain but I don't think you broke it. Can you walk on it?" "No I can't walk on it, it hurts. You could just let me lean on you until we get to the car." "Can you get out of the pool Mulder? I can't carry you." Mulder looks at Scully dejectedly, "I carried you the length of a buried space craft. The least you can do is carry me to the car." "Come on Mulder." "And it was NOT a buried spacecraft." "Ouch, ouch, careful. Was too." "Lift your leg. We'll discuss that spacecraft later." The car door slams, only the fear of being arrested in the reflecting pool moves Mulder fast enough to beat the on coming sirens. "Scully, where are you taking me? I live the other way." "You're coming with me, Mark Spitz." "You're going to take me home and play doctor?" "No, I'm taking you to the ER." "Can we play doctor later?" "We'll see." Mulder's face lights up. This is as far as he's ever gotten with the good Doctor Scully. -- Georgetown General ER Home away from home Mulder sits in the car while Scully retrieves a wheelchair. Once inside they are escorted to exam room 7. Preliminary questions are unnecessary, as Mulder is, in hospital terms, a frequent flier. Scully paces while Mulder fidgets. "Hey Mulder, how's it going big boy?" Christy Myers, RN knows him well. She makes it almost...pleasant to be in the ER. "Hey Christy, I broke my foot." He's pulling an effective pout for the pretty nurses' benefit. She makes some notes, examines his injured extremity felling properly sorry for him, then leaves them for the doctor. Scully paces while Mulder fidgets. "You have interesting friends, Mulder." Her eyebrow arches at him. "Yeah, being popular has it advantages." "Mulder sit still!" Mulder begins a low chuckle that turns into a full-blown laugh. "What's so funny?" "You are! You should see yourself, you look like a drowned rat." "I'm not alone you know, you look just as bad." Scully tries to flap her jacket to get some of the water out. "You mad at me?" Mulder looks over as he wipes water from his left ear. "For you being wet? No, that was an accident but as for myself. . ." Just then the curtain is drawn back. A man in a white coat stands before them. "Hello, I'm Doctor Petel." He looks down at the chart in his hand. "And you are Agent Fox Mulder?" "That's right and this is my partner Agent Dana Scully." The doctor looks over at Scully who is equally as wet as Mulder. "So you two chase a suspect into the drink?" The doctor expects to hear an affirmative answer but instead gets. . . "No we fell into the reflecting pool." Mulder beams. Scully's eyes grow wide. "Actually Agent Mulder tripped and fell in. I was pulled." "Okay," Is all the confused doctor says, "Let's get an x-ray but first I need to get a little history from you Agent Mulder. The doctor rolls over on a small stool while Mulder sits on the edge of the bed and Scully stands next to him. Her arms are crossed over her growing chilled body. Mulder looks down at the doctor with a smile on his face. "You got a couple of hours?" Minutes later. . . "No, Scully, actually I have been shot three times not two. I was shot in the leg on the docks in North Carolina, I was shot by you in the shoulder and I was grazed by that bullet a couple of weeks ago." "Oh, I forgot about the Boggs case." The doctor looks up at Scully. "You shot your partner? Friendly fire right?" "Something like that." Mulder grins. "Mulder! You swore you would not bring that up, and if I had not shot you we could never have proven Krycek killed your father. Besides you were drugged." Mulder points his finger to the doctor's pad. "Put that down, I was drugged." "Drugged?" The doctor questions. "That's right, a hallucinogenic was introduced into Agent Mulder's water system." Scully says as she pushes the wet hair away from her face. "Don't forget I was poisoned by that dart from the blow gun." "That's right and a year ago he was drugged with chloral hydrate." "Okay, anything else?" The doctor frowns. Scully speaks up. "His left kidney was torn." "A perp get you Agent Mulder?" The doctor comments as he continues to scribble. "No NSA, they've beaten me up twice. I hate NSA beatings they're efficient. "He also suffered from kidney shut down and was placed on dialysis." "When was that?" Mulder looks puzzled. "On the ship Mulder, remember the rapid aging? It was sodium chloride toxicity. Scully says says to the docotor. "Okay." Is all the doctor says, "Any breathing problems?" "I did suffer from smoke inhalation about five years ago." "And don't forget about that burning box car in Arizona." Scully adds. "What treatment did you receive for that Agent Mulder?" "A Navajo Blessing Way chant was preformed." Mulder says nonplused. The doctor looks up to stare first at Mulder then at Scully. Scully finally speaks up. "What can I tell you, it worked." "I was electrocuted on both arms with high voltage current." "Any residual damage?" The doctor asks still scribbling. "No but I do have the urge to fly a kite in a lightning storm." Mulder grins. "Mulder!" Scully chastises. "Have you had any OTHER injuries Agent Mulder?" Mulder bites down on his bottom lip and furrows his brow. Then he touches his thumb to his little finger and begins to count off injuries. "In Jersey, I had my chest slashed by this beast woman and I was kicked in the face in DC." "I don't remember that." Scully says. "The Kindred Scully, you got drugged and almost did the naked pretzel before I broke down that door." "I forgot that one." "I did sprain my left ankle trying to get a look at an EBE." "An EBE?" The doctor questions. "Extra-terrestrial biological entity." "Of course." The doctor blinks and scribbling on his pad again. Mulder sighs. "Then there was the time I was cut on the wrist by that deranged woman whose microwave told her to kill me." Mulder clicks off another finger. "Speaking of wrist, that bell hop also cut you on that case in Minnesota." "That's right! The case when you got Queegueg." The doctor looks from Mulder to Scully. "What's a Queegueg?" "Scully's dog, it was eaten by an alligator but I guess you don't need to put that down." Mulder gathers in a breath. "Then there was that cut on the forehead." "In the line of duty?" The doctor asks. "I guess you could say that, it was my former instructor welding the knife. Cut me up pretty good too." Mulder sees the shocked look on the doctor's face. "But its okay. He was committed to a mental ward." "Don't forget you were hit by that car when we thought we had found your sister." "Scully's right, and I was in that car wreck with Krycek." "Krycek? The guy who killed your father?" The doctor says with a puzzled look on his face. "That's right. Well it was a little more involved then that." Mulder counts off another finger. "I was also beaten up by an imformant." Scully leans in a little and softly says, "When was this?" "X, about three years ago." Mulder lowers his head. "You weren't there." "Where was I. . . oh, Mulder I'm so sorry." Scully realizes why she wasn't there to back Mulder up. "It was nothing." The doctor looks from one sad face to the other. "Anyway, I was nailed by Skinner, twice." "Who's Skinner." The doctor has stopped writing and is just watching the interaction going on in front of him. "Our boss." Scully says pulling the wet jacket away from her chest. "I attacked him when they poisoned my water. You already got that down." Mulder says trying to look at the doctor's pad. "Then he roughed me up a couple of months ago." "Where was this Mulder?" "Vinyl-Rite Scully, the rubber room, remember." "Oh yes but he was only keeping you from shooting that man." "A criminal?" "No a victim." They both answer. "I still contend that he was a monster." Mulder mumbles. "What ever." Scully says with an eye roll. "Then in Russia, I took some pretty good kicks to the ribs and chest, I was made to snort a black oily substance and that chicken wire itched like hell." Scully looks at Mulder with sad eyes. "I didn't know about that." "Hey its what we do." Mulder softly says as he clasps her hand. The doctor is beginning to feel like a third wheel. He rises from the stool. His back is giving him hell for sitting there for so long. "Well, that's about all." Mulder tears his eyes away from Scully. "Don't you want to hear about the insect bites, or the mothman who attacked me or the alien virus I was exposed to or the . . ." "No Agent Mulder, I think that will be all. You may go." The doctor looks dumbfounded and slowly backs away. Scully looks at Mulder with a frown on her face. Mulder yells out, "Hey doc, my ankle. What about my ankle." The doctor turns around. "I'll get a resident. This sounds like a good case for one." Under his breath, Scully hears him mutter 'a psych resident'. Mulder brings Scully's chilled fingers to his lips. "You're cold Scully." Scully brushes the wet matted hair way from Mulder's face. "Yes, I am but I'm sure we can think of a way to warm us both up." Mulder breaks out in a wide grin and softly says, "You think those shoes of yours are dry now?" ~ The End ~