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From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
                                    Date: 4 Jan 2003 06:19:31 -0000
                                    Subject: The Perfect Christmas by Waddles52
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                                    Title:  The Perfect Christmas
                                    Author:  Waddles 52
                                    Summary:  While transporting a prisoner, Mulder and 
                                    Scully are forced to spend Christmas away 
                                    from home.
                                    Rating:  PG
                                    Category:  MSR, MT
                                    Disclaimer:  Not for profit.  Just for fun.  No 
                                    copyright infringement intended.
                                    Archives:  Written for IMTP X-Files Virtual Season 10 
                                    Holiday Special.  Others please ask.
                                    Feedback:  I'd love to hear from you.  
                                    Waddles52@wmconnect.com
                                    
                                    
                                    "Were you able to get a flight out tonight?" Mulder 
                                    asked, his voice sounding like he'd gargled with 
                                    glass.  He was nursing the Mother of all colds and a 
                                    sprained knee only added to his aggravation.
                                    
                                    "You've got to be kidding," Scully griped.  "I 
                                    couldn't get anything until the 27th.  I thought 
                                    Louisville was much more metropolitan than this."
                                    
                                    "With the city-county merger in January, Louisville 
                                    will become the 16th largest city in the U.S.," Mulder 
                                    informed her.
                                    
                                    "I guess I should just be thankful that our prisoner 
                                    decided to get appendicitis near a hospital with a 
                                    prison ward.  He'll be well guarded until he's ready 
                                    to travel, then the local field office will make sure 
                                    he's transported back to D.C."  Scully shrugged out 
                                    of her coat and sat on the side of Mulder's bed.  
                                    "How are you doing?"
                                    
                                    "They're ready to release me.  Just a sprain," he 
                                    answered, trying to hold back a cough.
                                    
                                    "The next time a 250 pound prisoner decides to pass 
                                    out in the aisle of an airplane, try to get out of 
                                    his way," Scully grinned.
                                    
                                    "I'll keep that in mind.  Did you find us a place to 
                                    stay?"
                                    
                                    "Yes.  The local office is handling that.  Agent Mike 
                                    Sumner should be here soon to take us to the hotel.  
                                    He said it wasn't far from the hospital."
                                    
                                    "As soon as they put my knee in a splint and hand me 
                                    some crutches I'm ready to roll, er hop.  I'm sorry 
                                    we're stuck here for Christmas.  Why don't we rent a 
                                    car and drive back to D.C.?"
                                    
                                    "I don't think your knee is up to a 12 hour drive.  
                                    We'll just hang out at the hotel and find a nice 
                                    restaurant for Christmas dinner," Scully decided.
                                    
                                    "That's okay for me, but what about your family?  You 
                                    deserve to be home for Christmas."
                                    
                                    "They will get along just fine without me.  I'll be 
                                    able to spend some time with them when we return.  
                                    They won't be leaving until next week."
                                    
                                    "Looks like I'll have you all to myself," Mulder 
                                    grinned.  "I could think of worse things."
                                    
                                    "Let's not think about those things.  Let me check 
                                    with the nurse about your discharge."
                                    
                                    An hour later Mulder was looking out his hotel 
                                    window, watching a barge make its way down the Ohio 
                                    River.  He turned as the door opened and Scully 
                                    stomped in.
                                    
                                    "I can't believe this city!" she fumed. "They roll up 
                                    the sidewalks at 6 o'clock on Christmas Eve.  If we 
                                    have a Christmas dinner it will have to come from 
                                    room service."  She plopped down on the bed.  "And 
                                    how did you manage to get a room with a nice view?  
                                    All I can see is the building across the street from 
                                    my window."
                                    
                                    "Doesn't matter."  He turned and made his way over to 
                                    the bed, moving carefully with his crutches.  "You'll 
                                    be here with me, so you can look at the river all you 
                                    want.  Of course, I'd like to be included in the 
                                    sights you want to see but if you want to look at 
                                    water and barges, my window is at your disposal."
                                    
                                    Mulder carefully laid on the bed.  "I feel like crap," 
                                    he sniffed.  "You wouldn't happen to have any cold 
                                    medicine in your first-aid kit?" he asked hopefully, 
                                    then began to cough.
                                    
                                    Scully turned to feel his forehead.  "You're a little 
                                    warm.  I checked and I didn't pack anything like 
                                    that."  She looked at her watch.  "Since the 
                                    sidewalks rolled up 30 minutes ago I doubt I could 
                                    find a drugstore open.  I can ask at the desk 
                                    though."
                                    
                                    "No, don't bother.  I got some pain medication at the 
                                    hospital.  Maybe I'll just take a couple of pills and 
                                    sleep until this cold runs its course."
                                    
                                    "You haven't taken anything yet?"
                                    
                                    "I really didn't want to.  I hate to feel groggy."
                                    
                                    Scully was off the bed in a flash getting a glass of 
                                    water.  "Take them now.  Maybe the rest will do you 
                                    some good."
                                    
                                    "How can I rest when I can't breathe?"
                                    
                                    "You're breathing or I wouldn't be able to hear you 
                                    whine.  Just take them and sleep," she ordered.
                                    
                                    Two hours later Scully was flipping through the TV 
                                    channels, sampling what Louisville had to offer.  
                                    "Thank God for cable," she muttered as Mulder snored 
                                    loudly.
                                    
                                    The pain medication had hit him like a ton of bricks.  
                                    Between that and his worsening nasal congestion, his 
                                    snoring had become very irritating, not to mention 
                                    loud.
                                    
                                    There was a knock at the door.  Scully got up to 
                                    answer it, fully expecting a member of management 
                                    demanding them to turn off the buzz saw.  Agent Mike 
                                    Sumner greeted her instead.
                                    
                                    "Agent Scully," he greeted her, confusion evident on 
                                    his face.  "I thought this was Agent Mulder's room.  
                                    I'm sorry to bother you."
                                    
                                    "Come in, Agent Sumner.  This is Mulder's room, but 
                                    since he's developed a rather nasty cold in addition 
                                    to his knee injury I thought I should keep an eye on 
                                    him.  He's taken some pain medication and he's not 
                                    too steady on his feet."  Scully's explanation was 
                                    punctuated by several window-rattling snores.
                                    
                                    "I could tell he wasn't feeling well when I brought 
                                    you here.  Actually, that's why I came."
                                    
                                    Scully directed him to the sofa as she turned off the 
                                    TV.  At least the Louisville office arranged for them 
                                    to stay in one of the best hotels available.  The 
                                    Galt House was leagues above their usual 
                                    accommodations.
                                    
                                    "I was telling my wife, Carol Ann, about your 
                                    situation.  She's a physician's assistant at one of 
                                    the Immediate Care Centers in town.  I mentioned 
                                    Agent Mulder's cold and she insisted that I see if he 
                                    had any medication to take."
                                    
                                    "No, he doesn't," Scully sighed, " And I'm afraid 
                                    he's developing bronchitis."
                                    
                                    "If you could write down his symptoms and a brief 
                                    medical history, I'll give her a call.  She wants to 
                                    run it by the doctor there and he'll prescribe some 
                                    medication for him.  They have loads of samples and 
                                    she'll bring them home when her shift ends at 10:00."
                                    
                                    "That's very kind of you.  I'm surprised that there 
                                    is something open on Christmas Eve."
                                    
                                    "They're open 365 days a year.  She also insisted 
                                    that I ask you to share our Christmas dinner.  
                                    Neither one of us could get enough time off from work 
                                    to go home for Christmas so it's just us and our two 
                                    children."
                                    
                                    "Thank you for your offer but I don't think we should 
                                    expose your children to this.  It's a pretty nasty 
                                    bug," Scully declined.
                                    
                                    "Agent Scully, our two toddlers are in day care.  
                                    Odds are they've already been exposed.  In fact, they 
                                    may have already had it.  They're both getting over 
                                    colds."
                                    
                                    "We wouldn't want to put your wife to any extra 
                                    trouble.  She sounds like she has her hands full with 
                                    the children and work."  Scully wrote Mulder's 
                                    information as she talked.
                                    
                                    "Carol Ann will cook enough for a small army whether 
                                    you come or not.  You could help put a dent in the 
                                    leftovers I'll be eating for the next week," he 
                                    laughed.  "I'm not taking no for an answer.  I'll 
                                    pick you up around noon.  That will give Carol Ann a 
                                    chance to doctor Agent Mulder and let him rest before 
                                    we eat, around 3 or 3:30.  I guarantee you it will be 
                                    much better than room service."
                                    
                                    "All right, Agent Sumner.  You've got two guests for 
                                    Christmas dinner.  We'll be ready at noon," Scully 
                                    agreed as she handed him Mulder's information.
                                    
                                    "Great!  I'll call this in to Carol Ann and she'll 
                                    have everything ready when you get there.  Oh, and 
                                    dress is casual."
                                    
                                    Christmas day found Mulder's cold to be much worse.  
                                    Soon after their arrival at the Sumner household, 
                                    their hostess whisked Mulder off to a bedroom where a 
                                    vaporizer was already set up.  After a brief 
                                    examination, Carol Ann determined that he did indeed 
                                    have bronchitis with a temperature of 100.8.  She 
                                    turned on the vaporizer and administered the 
                                    prescribed medications.  An ice pack for his knee 
                                    completed Mulder's treatment.
                                    
                                    "Agent Mulder, I'd like for you to rest here until 
                                    dinner is ready.  I'm sorry the kids are so rowdy, 
                                    but they're still excited with all the toys Santa 
                                    brought.  I'll try to keep it down to a dull roar out 
                                    there."
                                    
                                    "Thanks, Mrs. Sumner.  You've really gone out of your 
                                    way here," Mulder said, his voice barely a whisper.
                                    
                                    "No problem.  Just relax and let the medicine start 
                                    to work.  You'll feel much better soon.  I'd better 
                                    go and check on your partner.  The boys may have her 
                                    tied up and surrounded by now."
                                    
                                    Mulder laughed.  "I'd like to see that."
                                    
                                    "Don't laugh.  They'll probably come after you when 
                                    you come out for dinner, so rest.  You'll need your 
                                    strength."
                                    
                                    Mulder slept soundly for an hour or so, then woke with 
                                    the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched.  
                                    He opened one eye and found two little boys staring 
                                    at him.
                                    
                                    "Mister, you gots a big boo-boo," the oldest 
                                    informed him, touching the splint on his right leg.
                                    
                                    "Yep, I guess I do," Mulder agreed.
                                    
                                    "Does it hurt?"
                                    
                                    "A little."
                                    
                                    "Maybe your mommy will kiss it and make it better.  
                                    I'll go get her."
                                    
                                    The two boys turned to leave.
                                    
                                    "Boys, wait a minute," he called after them, but they 
                                    were already gone.
                                    
                                    A few minutes later Scully came into the room.  "I 
                                    hear you have a big boo-boo and your mommy needs to 
                                    kiss it," she grinned.
                                    
                                    "Oh, yeah.  Where do you want to start?" Mulder 
                                    grinned.
                                    
                                    "You must be feeling much better," she laughed.
                                    
                                    "I'll live."
                                    
                                    "That's good because dinner is almost ready."
                                    
                                    "So, what have you been doing while I've been in here 
                                    breathing this wonderful, mentholated air?"
                                    
                                    "Oh, I've played about a hundred games of Candyland 
                                    and Chutes and Ladders.  I'd probably be doing the 
                                    same thing at home.  Micah and Jacob are really 
                                    cute."
                                    
                                    "Which is which?"
                                    
                                    "Micah is the oldest.  He's almost four and Jacob 
                                    just turned two."
                                    
                                    "Okay.  Could you hand me my crutches?  I guess I 
                                    should wash up before dinner."
                                    
                                    Scully handed him the crutches.  "Take it easy.  You 
                                    might be a little light-headed from some of the 
                                    medications," she warned.
                                    
                                    "Thanks, Mommy," he teased as he stood up.  "Wanna
                                    come with me and check my hands and face after I've 
                                    finished?"
                                    
                                    "I think I'll save that inspection for later, after
                                    we get back to the hotel."
                                    
                                    "You've got a deal." 
                                    
                                    Micah and Jacob were fascinated when Mulder made his
                                    grand entrance to the dining room.
                                    
                                    "Look Mommy!  He gots crunches," Micah announced.
                                    
                                    "Yes, sweetheart.  He has to use the crutches because
                                    he has a sore knee," Carol Ann replied, emphasizing
                                    the correct pronunciation.
                                    
                                    "Can I have some?" Micah asked innocently.
                                    
                                    "Me too!" Jacob joined in.
                                    
                                    "Looks like you've started a trend," Scully quipped
                                    as they sat down to eat.
                                    
                                    Later, Mulder followed Scully into the hotel room
                                    and shed his coat.  He sat on the bed and very gingerly
                                    lifted his leg and stretched it out.  "Damn, my knee 
                                    hurts like hell.  Must be the cold, damp weather," he
                                    groaned.
                                    
                                    "You don't suppose it could have anything to do with
                                    getting on the floor and acting like a three year old
                                    do you?"
                                    
                                    "Aw, Scully. I haven't played with Legos since I was
                                    a kid.  We had a pretty neat fort under construction, 
                                    and the Hot Wheels race set was really cool."
                                    
                                    "Especially when one became airborne and landed in the
                                    left-over cranberry sauce," Scully giggled.
                                    
                                    "Well, Mike said he wanted help getting rid of the
                                    leftovers," Mulder explained.
                                    
                                    "Other than your knee, how do you feel?" Scully
                                    asked, feeling his forehead.
                                    
                                    "I'm pretty tired, but I think I've turned the corner
                                    on this bug."
                                    
                                    "I think you have too.  I don't think you  have a fever
                                    now.  Just remember to keep taking your meds."
                                    
                                    "I will," he promised.  "And how do you feel?  Still
                                    missing your family?"
                                    
                                    "Of course, but I must admit Micah and Jacob were
                                    great substitute nephews.  I'll see my family in a few
                                    days and we'll still have plenty of time to catch up
                                    on all of the news."
                                    
                                    "I'm glad you're okay with being stuck here.  I'm sorry
                                    we can't leave for another day though."
                                    
                                    "Well, it just so happens that Carol Ann has tomorrow 
                                    off and we've decided to hit the after-Christmas sales.
                                    It seems that Louisville has several large shopping
                                    malls and we've already mapped out our strategy.  We're
                                    going to start early and shop until we drop."
                                    
                                    "Well, I guess that's a good plan.  I guess I'll just
                                    hang out here and watch some of the bowl games,"
                                    Mulder said, his disappointment evident.
                                    
                                    "You know, Mike has the day off too.  He's planning
                                    on playing with the boys and watching the games.  He
                                    said he'd love to have some company to help eat some 
                                    of those leftovers."
                                    
                                    "Now you're talking!" Mulder exclaimed.  "Carol Ann
                                    is a great cook.  Maybe I'll even be able to taste
                                    a little more by tomorrow."
                                    
                                    "I'm sure you will.  We can drop you off on the way
                                    to our first mall."
                                    
                                    "So, I guess this wasn't the worst Christmas ever?"
                                    Mulder asked.
                                    
                                    "No, it wasn't.  We were together and we made some 
                                    new friends.  Actually, I'd rate it pretty high on
                                    my list of favorites."
                                    
                                    "Me too.  You know, I have some gifts for you but
                                    of course, they're at home.  I didn't think we'd be
                                    spending Christmas in Kentucky," Mulder explained
                                    as Scully took off her shoes and laid on the bed 
                                    beside him.
                                    
                                    "Same here, but I think we've overlooked our biggest
                                    gift."
                                    
                                    Mulder looked puzzled.
                                    
                                    "We're here together, in reasonably good health with
                                    the promise of many more Christmases together," she
                                    explained as she leaned in to kiss him.
                                    
                                    As Mulder turned to accept her kiss, he caught the
                                    view from the window out of the corner of his eye.
                                    It was beginning to snow.  It only served to accent 
                                    what was quickly becoming the perfect Christmas.
                                    
                                    
                                    The End