Title Something Left to Chance Part 5 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… *** Scully unlocked the door to her motel room and pushed it open. She stepped in and immediately reached for the phone, checking with the front desk to see if any messages had been left for them. Not even Skinner had called to find out why they hadn’t reported in. Odd, Scully thought, but shrugged it off, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Chance had opted to go to her own room and Scully decided it might be a good idea to check on her before going back to work on the coroner files. Kicking off her heels, Scully stood up slowly and walked over to the adjoining door, that had been closed when Mulder stomped away earlier. Knocking lightly, Scully waited until she heard a soft reply from the other side before opening it. Scully stepped in quietly and smiled at what she saw. Chance had entered her room and just barely had the foresight to kick off her shoes and close the door before falling down diagonally on the double bed. Those painkillers must have really done a number on her, the redhead thought, approaching slowly. “How are you feeling?” she asked softly, sitting down gently on the bed and reaching out to run a hand through Chance’s hair soothingly. It was a small unconscious gesture, but one that didn’t go unnoticed by the heavily drugged brunette. “Hi,” she mumbled, the uninjured side of her face pressing into the comforter. “Hi, yourself,” Scully smiled. “I feel icky,” Chance mumbled, almost whining. She shifted on the bed just a bit, trying to get a little more comfortable. “I’ve got to call in okay?” Scully said softly, rubbing Chance’s back lightly, “Try to rest for a little while.” “Kay,” Chance mumbled, nearly purring at Scully’s light touch. Scully smiled and stood up, exiting to her own room, but leaving the door open slightly. She wanted to check her email and send a message off to Skinner before he began wondering where they were. Sitting down at the small desk beside her own bed, Scully didn’t get the chance to turn on her computer. The phone rang. Sighing softly, she reached over to the phone and pulled it open. “Scully,” she clipped, not making her tone too friendly. The only person who could be calling her was Mulder or Skinner. “Hiya, Scully,” Mulder’s quiet voice sounded in her ear. He sounded almost smug, “How’s Chance feeling?” “She’s been better, Mulder,” Scully said coldly, not feeling at all like bantering with him. She was still furious at the way he had reacted to the situation. “Well, tell her she can take the next few days off,” Mulder replied, “And so can you.” His cryptic reply didn’t impress Scully, and she found herself wishing that she could reach into the phone and throttle him. “Where are you Mulder?” she questioned, rapidly losing her patience. She had nearly half a dozen coroner reports to go over and didn’t have the time to be off on one of Mulder’s little delusions. “I’m at the local police station,” he said quickly, raising his voice to be heard over the cheering in the background, “The arsonist confessed an hour ago, while you two were off doing whatever.” “We two were at the hospital getting Chance’s head stitched up, Mulder,” she hissed, letting him now with her tone of voice that she wouldn’t tolerate anymore attitude from him. “What was the arsonist’s reasoning?” “We don’t have one yet,” he said, “But a search warrant at the suspect’s house revealed all seven removed faces, in pickle jars in the basement. This guy is one sick puppy, Scully.” “And he just conveniently confessed?” She found that hard to believe. None of their cases ended this easily. “Ours is not to reason why,” he quipped, “Besides, I called Skinner, and he ordered us back to Washington.” “Okay,” Scully said, shrugging. “When is our flight?” “I told him that Chance hadn’t been feeling well, and that you were going to come back with her tomorrow,” he answered, his tone almost contrite, “I’m going back straight from here. My flight is in a couple hours. I left your tickets at the front desk of the motel.” “Thanks, Mulder,” she said, meaning it. “Forget about it, Scully,” he said in a rush, “Look, I gotta go. Just say hi to Chance for me. Bye.” There was a click, and then a dial tone. Scully sighed softly and replaced the receiver on the cradle. She knew it was Mulder’s way of saying he was sorry for his actions, but she didn’t know if she could forgive him that easily. She was still coming to terms with how strong her feelings for Chance were, and she was having trouble with how angry she was at Mulder for attacking the other woman. Standing up, Scully rolled her head on her shoulders, groaning at how stiff her muscles were, and stepped up to the adjoining door, looking through. Chance was still shifting around again, a little more actively, and Scully moved forward, deciding to see if she needed more painkillers. “Hi, dopey,” she chuckled softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed again, “How you doing?” “Freezing’s worn off,” Chance grumbled, forcing herself to roll onto her side to look up at concerned ocean blue eyes, “But the drugs are helping. Still a little sluggish though.” She blinked a few times to clear her vision, and Scully saw it. “Why don’t you try to sleep for a while,” the redhead suggested, her keen eyes looking over the two little stitches in Chance’s scalp, while her fingers brushed very soft hair away from the little wound. “Stay with me?” Chance asked very softly, her glazed eyes looking up at her sleepily. Scully mulled it over in her mind for a few short seconds and then nodded, standing up to shuck out of her jeans, and then helping Chance out of her clothes. She helped the very tired brunette to stand up while she turned down the bed, and then laid her down gently. Scully then climbed in on the other side and pulled the blankets up around them both. “Dana,” Chance whispered softly, her eyes still closed, “C’mere. Sleep only. I promise.” She extended her arm and Scully smiled, inching over to snuggle up against her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist, and tangling a their legs together. “Mmm,” Scully purred, closing her eyes. She felt Chances arm wrap around her back and pull her even closer, her fingers gently stroking the redhead’s back through her tee shirt. She didn’t realize how tired she was until that moment, and felt herself drifting off. The last thing she heard, was Chance’s soft even breathing, before she, herself, drifted off into dreamland. TBC… Comments?.. katelin_b@hotmail.com