A Madness Shared By Mary Kleinsmith (Buc252@aol.com) Category: Post-ep. UST. Humor Rating: PG Spoilers: Folie a Deux Summary: Assistant Director Skinner makes a visit to his hospitalized agent, and gets a surprise in the process. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and Skinner don't belong to me. Only the plot is mine, and even the scene for it belongs to others. I'm not making any money on this, so a case would never hold up in court. Author's Notes: Thanks to Laura for the beta on this, and for working out some of the dialogue details. If I've done it right, you'll be laughing by he end. If not, I'm sorry - I missed the mark. Feedback: Yes, please please please? A Madness Shared By Mary Kleinsmith (Buc252@aol.com) Assistant Director Walter Skinner strode the corridors of the hospital, unhappy to the extreme to be visiting one of his agents - especially in the psychiatric wing. But if it had to be any of his people, he should have known it would be Fox Mulder. Not that the man was insane, or imbalanced in any way - prior to this event, of course. But he under some of the highest stress levels, and had been since his first years in the Bureau. He was so sure he'd been doing better, though. Since Mulder's partnership with Scully, his forays into the dark world of murderers and serial criminals had lessened considerably, replaced instead with beings so paranormal in nature that nobody believed the reports they turned in. But Mulder believed in their reality so intensely, it lifted the burden of needing to prove their existence. There was simply no doubt in his mind. Only when Scully had been missing had he truly worried that the man's sanity was in jeopardy. Even this time, he didn't believe that Mulder had finally lost it. Yes, it had been his own actions that had landed the agent here, but considering what he'd been claiming, and how adamant he had been that an innocent person was a monster - which could not be proven it seemed - he felt he'd had no other choice. When he became violent, what else could he do? At least the agent his partner. And in her, he had support like no other. He pondered the two as he made his way to Mulder's room. By now, the sedative they'd given him should have worn off, and he intended to get some answers. His hand was on the door knob when he hesitated. Voices came from within. XXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX "Scully, what are you doing?" "I'm just going to make you feel better, Mulder. Do you have a problem with that?" The rustle of cloth. "Never, Scully. I just never expected . . ." "Just lie back and relax, and let me do all the work." More rustling. "This would be a lot more fun if you'd take off the restraints." "Are you kidding me, Mulder? I've been waiting to get you into this position for a long time now. I'm not letting the opportunity pass me by quite so easily." "But . . ." "Just relax. I want to do this for you." "I think you're doing this for yourself, too. You sure seem to be enjoying the idea." "You have no idea, Mulder." Rubbing sounds, skin on skin. "You have great skin, y'know that, Mulder? Soft and smooth, yet strong." "Is that from a doctor's standpoint?" "And from a woman's. I am both, you know." A soft chuckle. "Yeah, I'd noticed." "Now how about we just push this out of the way." "You could take it off entirely if you want." "That's probably not the best idea. The staff could come in at any time." "Are you sure you want to do this here? We could get into trouble." "I've learned never to let an opportunity pass me by." "Ohhhhhh . . . . Scully, that feels so good." A groan. "You like that, huh?" "Like isn't . . ." Groan. ". . .quite the word for it." "You've been needing this for a long time, Mulder." "Maybe, but I never . . ." Another groan. ". . .expected to get it from you." "I'd never allow it to be anybody else." More rustling of cloth on skin. "I just don't see how it can be that good for you." "It's okay, Mulder. This time, you're the one needing some TLC." "When I get out of here, I promise I'll make it up to you. All you'll have to do is say your place or mine. I'll take care of all the details." "That does sound nice." "I can't wait to get my hands on you." Definitely said with a smile. "Where are you going?" "Just need to get something out of my purse." The sound of a snap, then a zipper. The crinkle of foil and the faint sound of tearing. "Is that for me?" "Now who else would I use it on? You're the only one I see here in such an appropriate . . . position. Now hold still. . ." "Scully, I'm in restraints here. How am I going to move?" "Oh, if I know you, you'll move very well." A more intense moan. "Oh, Scully. That's sooooo good." "Mmmm hmmmm." Faster breathing. A loud groan. "Mulder, if you don't keep it down, I'm going to have to stop this right now." "Please . . . Please don't stop." "Not on your life." A female grunt this time. "Help me, Mulder." Groan. "Take off the restraints." A grunt. "No." XXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX This was just too much. He couldn't just stand out here in the hallway while his two agents . . . while they . . . in the middle of a public hospital. Squaring his shoulders and trying to ignore how red he knew his face was, he pushed his way into the room. "Mulder! Scully! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Both agents looked up sharply, their eyes questioning his tone while his own took in the surroundings. Mulder lay in the bed, the restraint on his left hand pushed as high as it would go on his arm; the skin around his wrist was moist. Scully leaned over the bed, reaching for his right hand where the restraint was in the same position. Her hands also glistened. A sample packet of hand lotion sat, torn open and empty, on the bedside table. Both agents were, unmistakably, fully clothed. "I'm sorry, Sir," Scully said, standing up straight in embarrassment. "His wrists were almost rubbed raw from the straps. I was just trying to help." "Don't blame her, Sir," Mulder defended, his eyes still slightly glazed from the sedatives. "She wanted to make me feel better." "Of course, Agents." Skinner blushed uncharacteristically, wishing he could melt into the floor. "Please . . . continue." Turning on his heels, he left the room with great haste. "Wonder what's up with him?" he heard Mulder ask as he walked away. "Search me," Scully said. "Now about those ankles . . ." The End