From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 31 Mar 2006 00:57:18 -0000 Subject: NEW: My Dream of Scully with the Dark Red Hair (Scrubs crossover) by Vickie Moseley Source: direct Reply To: vickiemoseley1978@yahoo.com Title: My Dream of Scully with the Dark Red Hair Author: Vickie Moseley Summary: Dr. JD Dorian of Sacred Heart Hospital comes face to face with his latest fantasy girl -- Special Agent Dana Scully. Too bad she had to bring her partner with her. Category: Crossover, MT, SA H Rating: Tuesday night NBC prime time Disclaimer: Zach Braff and Bill Lawrence are responsible for everything Sacred Heart related. Chris Carter and his many minions are responsible for all things X Files. I just shook 'em all up in a big zip-lock bag. Archive: 2 weeks exclusive with Virtual Season 13, then anywhere Written for the Virtual Season 13 Crossover Special Dedicated to my buds on the VS -- sorry it wasn't exactly what you were looking for Donna, but they just wouldn't cooperate! Comments: vickiemoseley1978@yahoo.com My Dream of Scully with the Dark Red Hair by Vickie Moseley Sometimes, it's nice to look at the other side, to see what your life might have been like if you turned left or turned right or maybe just never got out of bed. There's always a little bit of longing for the life not lived. And sometimes, that other life just falls right into your lap. It's a beautiful sunny day, but then it always seems to be sunny when the air is fresh, the birds are singing and I manage to snag the last chocolate glazed donut with colored sprinkles from the convenience store near the hospital. I take my prize to the cash register with great anticipation. I don't even mind that I'm third in line. It's a secret game of mine to listen in on people standing in line with me. I don't mean eavesdrop, exactly, but I don't stand there and hum to myself or try to recite the multiplication tables in my head. If I just happen to hear a juicy conversation, where's the harm? Like the couple right ahead of me. "Mulder, would it hurt you to humor me this once?" My my my, she is a hot little number. Red hair, perfect body, heels that make her head about even with her boyfriend's shoulder -- she looks almost as good as my donut. "Humor you. Scully, I told you already, I just want to go home. I've had the week from hell -- " I'm bored already. Mr. Personality is one big whine-fest. I feel sorry for the little red head. I wonder if I can get her phone number. Have to check out their license plate as I leave the store. I lanced a boil of an employee of the DMV just last month; I could call in that favor. " -- your head! And you didn't sleep at all!" Whoa, I missed something good. Have to stop getting distracted. Listening in is serious work. Now what was that about sleep? " -- case, Scully, this case from hell we've been on! Look, I don't want to argue. I don't want to go to the hospital. I just want to get on that plane and go home! Is that too much to ask?" Hospital? Did he just say hospital? Wow, this could be my chance. I could get them over to the hospital, put Mr. Whiney Pants on a gurney and lose him in X ray while I work the old JD magic on Drop Dead Gorgeous here. "Pump number 6 and . . . and . . . Sccccc-ulllllllll- y?" Thump! Just like that, Mr. Whimper-Imper is flat on his back passed out on the floor. My angel in red is kneeling down beside him, loosening his tie. Any minute now I expect her to look up terrified and scream 'is there a doctor in the house?' "Call 911, tell them Officer Down. Get me ice, I need ice and get his feet up. You, there, find a roll of paper towels in the aisle behind you. Hurry people, he's bleeding all over the floor!" I realize I'm the guy who's supposed to get the towels. OK, not what I expected but I turn and grab the first roll I see and rip off the plastic wrap. As I kneel down next to her, I put my hand on her shoulder. "Miss, I'm a doctor. Let me take a look." I anticipate adoring eyes, undying gratitude. I get "What's your specialty? He needs a neurologist." Crap! Why didn't I go into Neurology? Oh, yeah, I hate all the extra paperwork. So, how do I answer and still find my way to her glowing adoration? "I'm a second year resident, but our hospital is just three blocks up the street." One of the most fun things you can do in the medical field is get to ride in the back of an ambulance. It's a bit crowded back here, with Agent Mulder -- as I found out when his partner introduced me to the unconscious guy on the floor, the two EMTs, Agent Dana Scully -- my goddess with the titan tresses, and me, but we manage the three blocks in just a wink of an eye. "You really didn't have to ride with us, Dr. Dorian. I feel bad leaving your car back at the convenience store." "Agent Scully, didn't I tell you to call me JD? And I can run back and get my -- um -- vehicle later." There is no way I'm telling a vivacious and beautiful FBI agent that I ride a scooter to work! It takes no time at all to go three blocks at top speed. Before I can even get a good grip on the safety strap, we're at the hospital. I have to hop out so they can remove the gurney, and I help Agent Scully hop out after me. She fails to notice this chivalrous movement and focuses on the gurney. Oh, yeah, and the guy on the gurney. "Mulder. Mulder, can you hear me? Mulder, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. Mulder, feel my hand? Just squeeze it." I'm ready to squeeze her hand just to get her to leave the poor guy alone! Oh, no. She has a look in her eyes. She reaches up to his face and -- oh Man! that had to hurt! Pinches his earlobe hard enough to leave an imprint of her nail! If he slept through that -- "Darlene! What have you brought me now?" Crap! Just once, could Dr. Cox call me by my given name? Heck, by a guy's name! Is that too much to ask?" "My name is Dana Scully, I'm a medical doctor and a Special Agent with the FBI. This man is my partner Fox Mulder, 44 years of age, no history of chronic medical conditions. He received a blow to the head -- blunt trauma -- approximately 4 hours ago, but refused to be examined by paramedics at the scene. His eyes were not dilated at the time and aside from tenderness at the point of impact, he was not complaining of any pain. We were at the convenience store down the street just a few minutes ago when suddenly he lost consciousness. I want a complete CT scan of his head and a neurosurgeon and OR on standby. He has no allergies to medications, is not currently taking any prescriptions, he hasn't eaten in the last 14 or more hours and his blood type is O neg." Dr. Cox looks at me. I shrug. "They were standing in front of me in the line at the Gas N Go and he passed out." Cox is good at times like these. "Well, Doctor Agent Sister Sally, why don't you go with Dr. uh, um, ah, Dorian to admitting and fill out all the nice papers so we can legally examine and treat your -- ah, partner, Agent Mulder here. And when we know something, I'll go find you. How does that sound?" My chance at last! "I'm not leaving." Man, I never saw that shade of flame come out of someone's eyes before. "You're not staying." Oh oh. He's using that voice. That voice he perfected long ago on a bunch of interns probably still roaming the basement and attic of this very hospital -- souls lost for eternity . . . " -- and a gun and I have no intention of leaving my partner. Now, I suggest you examine him and start ordering some tests or I will do it myself!" Darn it! Missed more good stuff! Whatever the first part was, Cox has just turned three shades of apoplectic, but Doctor-slash-Agent Scully is not leaving the room. "Doris -- go get an admitting clerk down here." I send an admitting clerk to the ER, they weren't too happy about it, and wander to the nurses' desk. Carla is busy scribbling on a chart, Eliot is trying to pick a piece of something out of her teeth in the glass on the drug cabinet and my best buddy Turk is staring off into space. Looks like a normal day to me. "Guess who I just brought into the ER?" I love it when I can do that. They all look up in happy anticipation. Gawd, this place just eats up gossip with a spoon. "Jude Law?" Poor Eliot -- she is so star struck. "No." "Beyonce?" Ow, from the look on Carla's face, Turk should have kept his mouth shut! "No." "Michael Chiklis." I look at Carla and shake my head. That was obviously payback for the Beyonce guess from Turk. "No. Look, you'll never guess, really." "Orlando Bloom!" "Eliot, be quiet," Carla hushed her. "Go on, JD. Who's in the ER?" "Two FBI agents!" Incredible. I can actually hear the birds chirping outside! Everyone is turning away, so I have to get their attention again. "The guy agent passed out right in front of me at the Gas N Go." "Guy agent? Is he cute?" Turk gives Carla the evil eye. Eliot is nodding her head enthusiastically. "I didn't really notice, but his partner is fantastic!" Turk rears back and Carla and Eliot giggle. Oh, yeah, they weren't there. "No, it's not like that. His partner is a woman!" Turk's respect for me glows anew. Carla and Eliot go back to scribbling and picking teeth. "So, she's an FBI agent, huh?" "Yeah and she's a babe! Red hair, blue eyes, little short pixie build -- " "I always thought you liked 'em long and leggy?" "Nah, man, I tell ya, you see her and you'll know what I mean." "So -- let's go!" "What? Where?" "Let's go down to the ER and check her out!" Hmm, did I remember to tell him the part about her carrying a gun and how she flayed Cox's butt? Probably not. Oh well . . . "Sure." "Turk!" Oops. I thought Carla was occupied scribbling. She'd been listening. Turk is gonna get -- "Just where do you think you're going?" Turk is my best bud, but there is no way I'm standing too close to him right now. When the bombs fall it's best to get out of the way. "Um, this guy passed out, Carla, baby. It could be a whole bunch of stuff. Head trauma, maybe. I might be able to assist on the surgery." That set off bells in my head. "Oh, yeah, she said something about having an OR and a neurologist on stand by. He had a head trauma." "*She* said?" "Did I mention she's a doctor?" "You said she was an FBI agent." "She is. And a Doctor." I'm positive she said that. "OK, this I gotta see." Oh no, not Eliot! This should be a guy thing! "Me too. An FBI agent who's a Doctor AND a woman! I want to see this Sheena, Queen of the Jungle." Now Carla too?? Darn it all! "If we all go, we'll scare her." "OK. Then just me and Eliot will go." Carla puts down the chart and heads to the elevators. "On second thought, what could scare an FBI agent right?" Turk and I have to hurry to catch the girls. When we get to the ER, Agent Scully is nowhere in sight. Dr. Cox is standing near the nurses' station, writing on a chart. Carla stops short, making Eliot, Turk and finally me plow into her. Cox looks over at us coolly. "I sent him to have a CT scan." I try to appear nonchalant. "And his . . . partner?" "The red head went with him. Something about she couldn't leave his side in case he woke up and started spouting national secrets or some stupid excuse. At least she's out of my hair for a while." "If there's a subdural hematoma, can I . . ." That's my Turk, always looking for a chance to showing his aptitude with sharp objects. "It's up to Bob, Goldilocks," Cox sneers at Turk. "But if it means staying in a room for more than 15 seconds with that she-demon, you might reconsider. Now, unless you've all decided to seek other employment, I suggest you four get back to whatever you're supposed to do here." Because I do have other patients, I decide to go check on some of them. By the time I get back around to X ray, it appears that a crisis is in full swing. "I don't care what you have to do, I want all doors locked, everyone who was anywhere near the X ray Department must be interrogated, I want someone to find my damned partner!!" Owww, maybe I'll just go back to my patients -- "Dr. Dorian, thank God!" Then again . . . She looks at me with all the adoration I first envisioned. Or maybe she's just looking at me because I'm a friendly face. Anyway, what the heck do I care, she's looking at me. "Agent Scully, what happened?" She closes her eyes and puffs a stand of titan silk hair back in place. "I turned my back for a minute, not more than sixty seconds and he's gone!" "Dr. Cox?" I ask. But I can't honestly say anyone, save his wife Jordan when she's looking to tear off his balls, has ever been upset at not seeing Perry Cox. "No, of course not! That man is a complete and total asshole! No, my partner, Mulder. He was on a gurney right here," she points to a spot on the wall where there could have been a gurney at one time, "and when I came back, he was gone." "Maybe they took him in for his X ray," I suggest helpfully. Wow. The flaming eyes again. How does she do that and not catch her eyebrows on fire? "Don't you think I thought of that? I checked with the X ray tech. They still had two people ahead of Mulder. I can't believe you people only have one CT scan in this hell hole!" "We're having a fundraiser at the end of the month, hopefully -- " "I don't care!" she yells and I'm embarrassed to say I'm terrified and extremely turned on all at once. "I'll help you look for him." It's the least I can do. Especially if I get to wander the halls with her, and especially if she's not threatening me with her gun. Just as we're about to start off on our search of the premises, my name is broadcast on the PA system. "Dr. Dorian. Paging Dr. Dorian. You 10 o'clock boil is waiting for you. Paging Dr. Dorian." Damn, forgot all about that boil. If the man didn't sit on his ass all day long -- "Look, Agent Scully, I have to run. But I promise, I'll help you look as soon as I get this one little patient out of the way." I return to find that Eliot is now guiding the beautiful Agent Scully through the nooks and crannies of Sacred Heart. It's a wonder to behold. I envision Eliot and Agent Scully, in bikinis -- with shoulder holsters and "Dorian! What the hell is going on around here and what have you got to do with it?!" I wish Dr. Kelso didn't always have to yell right in my ear. Agent Scully heard him and spun on her heel. "You must be Dr. Kelso," she says, eyes flaring again. "I paged you half an hour ago." "I was in a very important consultation," Kelso replies. It probably had to do with his golf swing. "How can I help you, young lady?" "I'm Special Agent Dana Scully with the FBI. My partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder was brought into this -- establishment -- some three hours ago with a head trauma. Now, he has been -- taken. I want every available personnel helping in the search effort. He could have an intracranial bleed. If I find him and he's -- I want him found and I want him found NOW!" Eliot is chewing on her lip, but I can see that look in her eyes. She's already filing out an application to the FBI in her head. Kelso just looks suitable mortified. "My dear woman, I can assure you -- " "Assure me after he's found," Agent of my dreams says and turns away from Bob to continue searching in every room down the hallway. "Dorian!" "Yes, sir." "Go find her damned partner and get the two of them out of here. They're disrupting the whole hospital." "Yes sir." Hey, at least I got orders to help her now. We've been searching the hospital now for almost two hours. I was pretty sure we wouldn't find him in labor and delivery, but Agent Scully insisted. Good thing that woman was having her sixth child and didn't seem to mind us traipsing through the delivery room. Come to think of it, maybe she wasn't joking when she offered to help us with the search -- But we are now in the cafeteria, and as I suspected, not a gurney or unconscious Federal Agent in sight. Agent Scully is alternating between close to tears and going completely postal. Eliot looks bored to tears. My feet are starting to hurt. And just when it looks like things can't possibly get any worse -- "Hey, you still lookin' for that FBI agent?" Oh, no. Not him. Not the Janitor. If he waltzes in here and tells Agent Scully right where she can find her partner, I'll kill myself. "Doug down in the morgue -- have you checked with him?" All blood drains from Agent Scully's face and for a minute, I think she might faint. But just as I reach out to stop catch her if she falls, she grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to within an inch of her face. "Take me to the morgue -- RIGHT NOW!" I decide the stairs are fastest. I would lead this parade, but Agent Scully has pushed past me and is dragging me down the steps behind her. Eliot is next and the Janitor is bringing up the rear. I'm just trying to keep my feet under me. She might look tiny but the woman has an arm! We get to the morgue and we say a quick 'hi' to Doug, who looks rather startled at the sudden onslaught of living, breathing people. Agent Scully pulls her ID from her suit pocket -- god, can there be a bigger turn on than a tiny little woman pulling out a badge and flashing the gun at her hip at the same time? "I want a search made of this morgue. I want to see every body that has arrived here since 8 am this morning." Doug looks at me, and then at the Janitor -- why does he look at the Janitor? Is Doug implying that the Janitor has more authority in this situation than I do? I'm a doctor, after all. He's just the -- he's just a . . . ah screw it. He has more authority than I do. "All I got was this one," Doug is saying, walking over to pull the sheet off a woman in her mid to late 1000s, "and that one over there." Against the wall is a gurney, the body covered with a sheet, only one foot sticking out. The toe tag is visible from this distance. 'John Doe'. If I thought Agent Scully was going to faint earlier, she was looking tan compared to how she looks now. She bites her lip and walks very slowly over to the gurney. Eliot looks over at me and swallows hard. She's got such a soft heart, Eliot. Even the Janitor looks dismayed. Death comes to us here at Sacred Heart every day of the week. Sometimes it's a blessing, the only way to end mindless pain. Other times, it's too sudden, too inappropriate. But it always hurts to watch. I can see by the look in her eyes that Agent Scully has been searching for more than her partner today. She's been searching for that someone we all want in our lives. Now, she's found him -- but too late. I'm having a hard time swallowing around this rock in my throat. Eliot has silent tears falling from her eyes. I hear the Janitor trying to disguise his sniffle with a cough. Even Doug looks like he's about to lose it. Just as she reaches out to pull the sheet and see the body . . . It groans. Then, one of the legs move. And the other. And the body shifts and rolls over onto its side. Agent Scully grabs the sheet and pulls it down, stopping at the waist. On the gurney is her partner, the same guy who was Mr. Whiney Pants, the same guy who passed out right at my feet this morning. Only now he's rubbing his eyes and stretching, letting out a long yawn. Finally, he sees her. "Scully. Wow. CT scan done? Hey, what time is it? Did we miss our flight?" She stands there, stunned for a moment and then launches herself in his arms. He's surprised, but grateful and hugs her back. Then, he looks around and notices where he is. "Scully . . . what's this thing on my toe?" On Dr. Kelso's orders, Agent Mulder was bumped to the front of the line in X ray. The CT scan showed no abnormalities of any kind and Dr. Cox released him to the care of his personal physician, the lovely Agent Doctor Scully. Somehow the Janitor even got their car from the Gas N Go. Just as my shift was ending, both Agents were preparing to leave. "You two crazy kids take care, now," I tell them. Agent Mulder looks confused and Agent Scully looks like she might shoot me on the spot, but thinks better of it. I'm shocked to pieces when she latches onto my neck and gives me a big kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Dr. Dorian, for everything," she says. As I head down the street to collect my scooter from the Gas N Go, I notice that the birds are still singing, the sun is still bright in the sky. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, I'll get the last slice of pepperoni pizza from the convenience mart. At the end of the hospital lot, a nondescript Ford Taurus pulls to the curb. "Can we give you a ride to your car?" Agent Mulder calls out, sounding a lot more pleasant now that he's had a good 7-hour nap. I look in his window and see Agent Scully, smiling at me. Boy, I'd give anything -- "Nah. Thanks, anyway. It's such a nice day -- I think I'll walk." the end