Give a Little, Get a Little.
by Budgiebird

Classification- S/D friendship

Archives- Just please let me know first!

Rating- Probably about PG.

Spoilers- The Gift. (Obviously)

Summary- Scully helps Doggett with some grief.

Disclaimer- Sadly, these characters are not mine, and 
never will be. *sob!*

Feedback- Please be gentle! Budgiebird88@yahoo.com

Note- This is the first fanfic I have ever written. 
I've been meaning to write one since last year, but 
never got around to it. By the way. I love Doggett, 
and think that he is a good addition to the show. 
Just wanted to make that perfectly clear!!!

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John Doggett stared at his television set. He didn't 
watch it. He just stared at it. Only one single 
thought ran through his head. 

*I died.* he thought to himself. *I was shot in the 
chest, and I died. Nut I'm still alive. The indian 
man or whatever ate me and I'm alive. He died so that 
I'll live.* 

Doggett pushed himself up off of his couch and began 
pacing around. He felt as if he was about to break 
down. That feeling alone was enough to make him even 
more distraught. John Doggett did not break down. As 
an ex-marine, ex-NYPD, and now FBI agent, he prided 
himself on keeping it together. There had never been 
a time when he hadn't done that, except for that one 
time when he was caught in a dream. But that was 
beside the point. That was in a dream. This time it 
was real. And only he, Skinner, and that woman from 
Sqashash or whatever the hell the town's name was 
knew what had really happened. Doggett shivered and 
wrapped his arms around himself. *I'm in shock* he 
thought to himself. *That's why I can't think 
straight. That's why I'm so cold.* He shivered again. 
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

*Oh no. Not now. Please not now! Cant you leave me 
alone for now?* he thought to himself. There was only 
one person that it could be. He made his way to the 
door, feeling colder with every step. If she was here 
at this hour, it could only mean one thing. She had 
found out about the case. The case that she had 
signed falsified reports for. The case that he had 
died on. 

*No!* he thought to himself. *Do not think about 
that. You don't want to break down in front of her, 
do you?*

He turned the knob. Sure enough, glaring at him from 
the other side of the door was Scully, his so-called 
partner. She stalked past him into the living room. 
He closed the door and reluctantly followed. He 
wasn't feeling so good all of a sudden. 

He was getting even colder as well. 

"What do you need Agent Scully?" he forced out. Why 
did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

"Agent Doggett, I've heard from AD Skinner that you 
went on a case without informing me. He refused to 
give me all of the details, but he did say that I 
should come see you and check if you are alright."

Doggett felt his stomach lurch. He didn't want to go 
through this right now, much less with her. He then 
realized that he had been staring into space for 
about a minute. He snapped his eyes down back to her. 
To his surprise, she looked worried.

"Agent Doggett? Are you ok?"

Doggett tried to nod, not trusting himself to speak.
"Doggett. You have to answer me. Are you in shock?"
He nodded. He opened his mouth to form words, but 
immediately shut it again. He could feel the salty 
tears welling up in his eyes. *Please God. Not now.*

"Doggett? John? I need you to say something. What 
happened to you? What's going on?" Scully's voice 
rose an octave. 

Doggett shook his head. Quickly he turned his head 
away from her as a single tear began to make its way 
down his face. *What the hell is happening to me? I'm 
crackin' up! I gotta get ahold of myself.....* 

Suddenly, he felt two small hands on his shoulders. 
Slowly, they turned him until he faced Scully again. 
She gently pulled down on his head until it lay on 
her shoulder.

"What happened?" she asked in a whisper. 

In a voice he didn't recognize as his own, he told 
her everything. Tears ran down his face, and when he 
got to the part about him dying and then being 
regurgitated back to life, Scully just hugged him 
tighter. When he had finished, she rocked him 
silently until his tears stopped. With a shaky 
breath, he pulled away and shivered again.

"We need to get you warm. Where are some blankets?"

Doggett pointed at the general direction of the 
hallway and plopped down on the couch. He buried his 
face in his hands. He couldn't believe he had just 
done that. He had just cried on his partners 
shoulder. The partner who didn't want him around. The 
partner who acted as though he wasn't there 
sometimes. The very same partner who was, at the 
moment, wrapping him in blankets and telling him to 
try to sleep and that she would be right by his side 
if he needed anything. Doggett, in spite of 
everything, soon found himself deep in sleep.

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The next morning, Doggett awoke to find himself in 
much better shape. Sleepily he sat up and rubbed his 
eyes and then ran a hand through his sleep spiked 
hair. 

"Doggett. How are you feeling?"

Scully emerged from the kitchen. She gave him a 
smile, an actual smile, and leaned over to put a hand 
on his forehead. She gave him another smile. "I think 
you're doing ok for the time being. 

Are you hungry or anything?"

Doggett shook his head. "No thanks. What are you 
still doing here?"

Scully sighed and sat down next to him. "Doggett, 
when you first joined me on the X-Files, I hated you. 
I think a part of me always will. But last night, 
when you trusted me with all of your feelings, it 
just sort of hit me. You may not be Mulder, but 
you're one hell of a guy."

Doggett smiled at this, and rested his elbows on his 
knees. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't 
think I'm that much of a jack-ass after all?" he 
joked. 

Scully smiled.

"I don't think you are Agent Doggett."

"Really now. So you're now thinkin' that we might be 
able to get along?"

Scully shrugged. "Let's just say that I've decided to 
give you a real chance."

Doggett nodded his head in mock contemplation. "Just 
one thing though."

"What?"

"Just for my own personal curiosity, how long is this 
gonna last?"

Scully smiled once more. "I don't know Agent Doggett. 
But I suppose I'm willing to work on it. How about 
you?"

Doggett smiled back. "Give a little, get a little 
Agent Scully.

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first attempt at fanfic, and it took me all of twenty 
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