Title Something Left to Chance Part 4

Author Katelin B.

Email katelin_b@hotmail.com

Discussion Absolutely!

Disclaimer see Part I

Cross Posting atxc, scullyfic.

Rating NC-17 for f/f consensual sex, if that bothers you… don’t read it. If 

your not of legal age… don’t read it.

Summary During an odd arson case, Scully finds herself confused by the lack 

of clues, and her powerful attraction to another Doctor working the case…



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	The ride to the hospital was fairly short, being that it was a small town. 

Unfortunately, that also meant there was only one place for all the injured 

and sick to go when they needed care.  Scully pulled up to the door and let 

Chance step out before finding a parking spot and quickly ushering her 

inside.

	“Looks like it’s going to be a bit of a wait,” Chance said carefully, 

around a rapidly swelling lower lip, “Why don’t we forget about it, Dana?”

	“Nice try,” Scully smirked, placing a gentle hand between Chance’s shoulder 

blades and firmly walking her forward to the front desk.  To the elderly 

looking woman working the patient check-in desk she used her most 

authoritative doctor’s tone.  “Excuse me, Ma’am,” she said not unpleasantly, 

but not that casually, “My name is, Dr. Scully, and I’m with the FBI.  We 

need a doctor available to see my partner right away if possible.  We’re on 

duty and working a case, and need to get back as soon as possible.”

	The nurse looked for a moment, like she was going to get snappish.  An 

expression that immediately disappeared when she looked up and saw Scully’s 

badge in her face, and the blood trickling down Chance’s chin and from a 

tiny cut over the bump on her head.  “Please just fill out this form for 

your partner, Ma’am,” she said quickly and stepped away from her desk.

	Scully looked down at the clipboard that had been suddenly thrust into her 

hand and smirked.  Small towns, she thought with a sigh.  She watched the 

elderly secretary stride with purpose through the nurses’ station and grab a 

young doctor by the arm almost roughly.  She muttered something to him that 

made his eyes go wide, and gestured over her shoulder.  The young doctor 

looked up and immediately said something to the secretary and pointed back 

over his shoulder.

	The secretary returned just as quickly, as Scully was watching and smiled.  

“The doctor has just finished with his last emergency trauma,” she said in a 

clipped professional tone, “If you’ll both come with me, I’ll take you to a 

room where you can lie down, dear.”

	Scully and Chance looked at each other for a moment, and then smiled.  

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Chance answered very quietly, walking along with 

Scully’s hand on her arm.  The gentle touch reassured her slightly.  Chance 

couldn’t isolate what it was about hospitals that drove her nuts.  The 

disinfectant cleaner smell was the same as in her lab, the smell of blood 

other than her own.  She just couldn’t tell.  Maybe it was because she 

wasn’t in control here.

	Scully felt Chance’s arm tense a little more with each step further into 

the emergency room.  She was becoming worried that the brunette would end up 

bolting before the doctor was even finished his preliminary exam.  She 

stroked the pads of her fingers lightly over Chance’s arm, marveling once 

again at how strong the woman was underneath the soft skin.  Smooth curves 

hid the majority of the, just slightly, wiry muscles and were tensed and 

bulging with fear.

	The red haired agent was much relieved to feel the tension lessening with 

her gentle pressure, and resolved not to leave Chance alone for a minute in 

the exam room, and, if necessary, hold her hand through any tests that the 

doctor felt necessary for her to take.  Scully helped the other woman to sit 

up on the exam bed, but didn’t insist that she lay down.  In her left hand, 

Scully still held the little carton of milk with Chance’s tooth, while the 

forms for admission remained tucked under her arm.

	Chance grumbled quietly, not bothering to wipe the smear of blood off her 

chin, and scowled when a nurse pulled back the privacy drape and stepped in. 

  “Good morning,” she said brightly, with a far too happy smile.

	“Hi,” Chance mumbled, fixing Scully with another dirty look.  She was about 

two steps from getting up and walking out.

	Scully rested a hand on Chance’s knee gently and pushed the admission form 

over onto the other woman’s lap.  “Here,” she said softly, “Fill this out to 

take your mind off it.”  She favored Chance with a soft smirk, her 

expression silently telling the brunette what she thought of the nurse.

	With a sigh of resignation, Chance let the bubbly nurse have control of her 

right arm, and took the offered pen from Scully’s purse in her left.  

“Friggin’ paperwork,” she muttered, making Scully chuckle, “Can’t even get 

away from it when I’m getting punched out.”

	“Excuse me, Ma’am,” the nurse said in a high squeaky voice, that instantly 

made Chance want to strangle her just to shut her up, “You were punched?”

	Raising an eyebrow at the nurse, Chance smirked. “No actually I was making 

toast and the bread they gave us was kind of stale,” she replied 

sarcastically, “Sprang right up out of that toaster and clocked me a good 

one.”  The nurse’s eyes went wide and her smile disappeared.  The rest of 

her tests, blood pressure, temperature, and blood drawing was done in 

silence.

	Chance grinning in victory and looked over at Scully, crossing her eyes 

comically.  She finished filling out the form and handed it to the nurse 

quietly.  “Thanks,” she muttered, and quickly left the little alcove.

	“Chris that was not nice,” Scully tried to chastise, but her giggling took 

any sting out of the words.

	“Fun wasn’t it?” Chance grinning impishly.  Scully just shook her head.

	“You are hopeless,” the redhead groaned softly, just as the curtain parted 

again, and a too young looking doctor let himself in.  Are they pulling them 

out of grade school now? Scully wondered silently, noticing the slight hints 

of acne still visible on the baby face that still looked too immature to 

shave, let alone practice medicine.

	“Good morning, Miss…” he checked the chart in his hand quickly, “Excuse me, 

Dr. Chance.  I’m Dr. Carmichael.  Let’s see what we’ve got to deal with 

today, hmm?”  He set the clipboard with her personal information down, and 

began taking a closer look at the bump on her head that was still oozing a 

very slight trickle of blood.

	Chance bit her lips, refraining from comment.  She instantly didn’t like 

this young man, but merely glared at Scully, her eyes demanding silently 

that she step in.

	Scully rolled her eyes at Chance, and then finally took pity on her, 

voicing her own opinion.  “Dr. Carmichael,” she said quietly, watching the 

young man poke and prod around the bleeding bump on Chance’s head, “Dr. 

Chance’s pupils seem to be sluggish to respond to stimuli.  I should think 

that an x-ray would show a mild concussion fracture in that area of her 

skull.”

	“Thank you, Ma’am,” Dr. Carmichael said rather distracted, not really 

paying attention to anything she said.

	“That’s Doctor,” the redhead corrected, and Chance could see the fire 

flashing in her eyes.  She smirked, realizing that the young man poking at 

her head didn’t realize what kind of trouble he had just stepped in.

	“Pardon me?” Dr. Carmichael said, finally relieving the annoying pressure 

he was creating on Chance’s wound.

	“I said, it’s not Ma’am,” Scully repeated, “It’s Doctor.  Dr. Scully.”  She 

was fairly glaring at the young man now.  “I realize that you believe every 

patient who comes to you doesn’t know what’s wrong with them, and needs you 

to tell them, but as you can see here Doctor, that isn’t the case.”

	Dr. Carmichael was staring at her in astonishment.  His mouth opened and 

then closed again, silently.  Scully continued.  “Now then Dr. Carmichael.  

Dr. Chance has lost a tooth that is now in this carton of milk.  I would 

suggest that you order a set of x-ray of her skull, and find a Doctor that 

can replace the tooth, so that we can leave and finish the federal 

investigation that have begun.”

	Dr. Carmichael stuttered a few times, and then flushed with embarrassment, 

muttering his apologies.  He backed out of the little alcove and disappeared 

to speak to a nurse about ordering x-rays.

	“Ugh,” Chance grumbled finally, reaching up to wipe another little trickle 

of blood away from her eye, “This is exactly why I hate small towns.”

	Scully simply rolled her eyes again, hoping that they would be finished and 

out of the hospital before she ended up losing her temper with the doctor, 

and causing more trouble than she wanted to deal with.  “Let’s just get you 

patched up and solve this case so we can get out of here,” she said, the 

strain her voice evident, “We have more pressing matters to umm… discuss.”

	She’s blushing! Chance grinned, happy that their interrupted ‘conversation’ 

earlier had not dissuaded Scully from wanting to continue.  The brunette 

reached out a gentle hand and rubbed it over Scully’s shoulder.  “I look 

forward to the discussion,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, 

“And the discussion.”

	Scully met her eyes and they both smiled, their agreement, unspoken but no 

less clear.  Chance was willing to let Scully decide for herself, with no 

pressure whatsoever, and that she would be there no matter what the outcome. 

  Several moments of silent looks and gentle touches passed before the young 

doctor returned, pushing a wheelchair that would take Chance to x-ray.  She 

removed her hand, and sighed, resigning herself to the inevitable.  She 

wanted to leave immediately, and get back to the careful examination of 

Scully’s soft skin.

	Chance sat down carefully in the wheelchair and smiled softly.  The sooner 

she got through the tests, the sooner she could leave.  And the sooner she 

and Scully could get back to what they started.



TBC…



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