Dumnezeu permite razbunare (12/30) by Bonkersfm E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance. RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: IWTB ARCHIVE: Yes just e-mail me please DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money Chapter 12 She turned the hot tap on again, feeling the water burning her toes. It didn't matter how hot the water was, she welcomed the distraction from the numbness that engulfed her brain. She knew Mulder had been disappointed at her coldness toward him at the hospital, especially since his utter relief and elation had been made so apparent. But what had she got to be elated about? About the fact that she'd missed six months of her life? About the fact that she'd had to be poked, prodded and tested for nasty diseases that may have been initiated by an even nastier incident that she didn't remember. This was the first time she had been alone since she had woken up, her mother, Mulder and Skinner taking turns to watch every Goddamn minute of the day. She loved Mulder so much and could understand exactly how he felt now, having been in his place all those years ago. She had been exactly the same, touching him as much as possible, desperate for him to respond in kind. But now she needed time alone, to make sense if what had happened to her body. She looked down and noticed how the water had paled her bruises a little. Dark blotches appeared over her thighs and torso, with stinging red welts around her wrists. Her lungs still felt heavy, her breathing uneven with even the most leisurely movement. She thought back to the last time Mulder had seen her in such a vulnerable way. It had been in the aftermath of Donnie Phaster and her body cut to ribbons. He'd offered to drive her to her mothers, an idea which had been quietly dismissed outright. "Can we go to your place Mulder?" She'd asked and he'd obliged willingly. She lay back now, taking herself back to that night and the security he had provided. XXXX She placed her overnight bag on the bed and removed her coat, Mulder hovered in the door frame, unsure of what she wanted to do. "Are you hungry Scully? Cos if you are I can run out and..." "No!" She shot back a little sharply. "I'm fine I'm not hungry. I just need to clean up, can I use your bathroom?" He nodded, as she grabbed the overnight bag and headed out. He muted the television for the second time, confirming what he thought he heard a few moments earlier. Yes, there it was again, a sharp squeal. He ran over and knocked on the door. "Scully? Are you okay?" He waited for an answer and on receiving none he carefully opened the door. "Scully I'm coming in okay?" He waited again, until to his surprise she answered that yes it was okay. He walked in on Scully; knee's drawn tight to her chest, leaning as far forward as possible. Her back was spotted with dark red droplets of blood and one very large gash. "Scully what happened?" She winced again. "I lay back in the water, and at first I thought it was the hot water. She then opened her palm and produced a six inch blade of glass. "But then I found this. It must have penetrated the skin and I knocked it when I lay down." "God Scully it looks sore. I thought you saw the paramedics?" He knelt beside her, averting his eyes from the soft outline of her breast that showed when she moved her arm... "Why didn't you let them take a look?" "Because I didn't want them touching me." She folded her arms again and looked away. "I just wanted to get out of there and be on my own." "Well, you came here and you're not on your own." He stared at her, daring her to even try to shut him out too. "Yeah well, you don't count anymore...sorry I didn't mean that how it sounded." She smiled at him, wincing once more as her back began to smart. "Scully I have to take you to the hospital and get this treated. You must have a pain threshold through the roof." His hand hovered over the larger wound, horrified that she'd been able to hide it for so long. "I'm not going tonight. I'll go tomorrow when I feel better." She sounded resolute. "Well will you at least let me clean it up?" She looked round and regarded him for a moment. She'd almost forgotten about her naked state in front of him. She nodded pointing over to the overnight bag. "There are some sterilisation wipes in there and a gauze patch that should hold the bigger one until tomorrow." They sat in silence as he wiped her back with the flannel, getting rid of the excess dried blood, careful to skirt around the larger wound, knowing that she felt the most pain there. He moved the cloth slowly in circles, altering the pressure along the clear expanses, pressing into her tired muscles. When he'd finished with the broader part of her back, he moved the flannel down her sides. She didn't know whether it was the intimacy of the act, or the tenderness with which he carried it out, but suddenly she longed for him to touch her there. He moved down her right side, and onto her torso, his hands inches from where she wanted it to be. Then, to her utter disappointment, he dropped the flannel in the water. "Better get this gauze on before I get soapy water in this." He said abruptly, reaching to the floor for the gauze.