Title:Stumped Toe MT
Summary: We all have stumped our toe but why does Mulder's
have to be worse than ours? Because he is Mulder.
Disclaimer: They belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
He hobbled across the small room and plopped down on his
comfortable leather couch. His toe was swollen and sore from
stumping it the night before on the bedpost.A small scratch on
his toe was all he had to show for all the excruciating pain in
It hurt, the waves of pain had taken on the rhythm of his
heartbeat. Tylenol and Motrin did not stop the pain. He had
even resorted to Vicodan but even the stronger drug times two
had not given him any relief from the constant throbbing.
He slid the white Nike sock off his foot and stared at the
black and blue skin on his big toe surrounding the small
scratch. Had he fractured it? He felt unbelievable pain from
his toe radiating into his mid thigh. Pain that was getting
no relief even with all the interventions that he had at
He needed to call Scully but she was at an art sell. She had
wanted to get a good deal on a painting for her bedroom.It was
a mother and daughter outing and he was not going to interfere,
he would wait until tomorrow.
He popped another couple of pills into his mouth and swallowed
them with a glass of water he had retrieved from the kitchen.
"Hope I don't overdose before I get Scully to look at it
tomorrow." He moaned out loud as he lifted the foot up on the
pillow. He also had made himself an icepack which he carefully
applied to the foot,trying to avoid anymore pain.
He remembered the word RICE. Rest,ice,compression and elevation.
'How does one apply an ace wrap to a big toe?', he thought to
himself as he almost yelled out in pain as the ice pack slipped
down into the wrong position.
Three hours later
He was staring at his toe, he just knew that it was growing
bigger and bigger by the moment. It was huge and it was throbbing
and sleep was not going to come but it was difficult to sleep at
four o'clock in the evening anyways. Drugs were not helping and he
just knew that he was now suffering from a broken toe. It hurt
like a broken toe, it actually hurt like a broken leg.
He again got up to his feet and wavered a second, a probable side
effect of all the medication and lying down most of the day. He
then walked back into the bedroom and looked at the bedpost,surely
he had made a dent in the thing when he had stumbled over it last
night. It was dentless though. Maybe he was being a wimp,possibly
even childish but it hurt!
He lay down on the unmade bed and allowed the pain to continue.
He threw a pillow to the foot of the bed to elevate it but even
the slightest movement seemed to radiate pain into his leg.
He stared up into the mirror and noticed that he did look a
little flushed. He was suffering but he did not think that he
had a fever. Maybe he should check. "Nah, too much energy." He
spoke to his relection in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders
and closed his eyes.
He dozed off after a few hours of suffering through torturous
pain or maybe he had fainted but when he was awakened
the throbbing in his foot was unrelentless throbbing. Call Scully
immediately throbbing. He picked up the phone and ended up
leaving a message for her to call when hse got home,leaving out
the details of his injury.
"Maybe I should go to the ER, there at least they can give me
some stronger drugs.", He mumbled out loud to the mirror again.
The entire foot was now swollen and so was his lower calf area.
He had never experienced this much pain before in his life,
even the gunshot wounds seemed like a walk in the park compared
to this pain.
Tears were streaming down his face as he hobbled to gather
his clothing. Sweat was beading up on his forehead and the
grimace on his face was straining his facial muscles taunt.
He was unable to put the pantleg across the tender skin and
finally gave up and put on a pair of sweat shorts instead, he
pulled his sweater on over his t-shirt and slid his good foot
into his sandal. He was not about to allow anything to touch
the swollen foot and leg.
The discoloration in the entire area of the leg and foot was
taking on a strawberry color and it felt warm to touch.He
was shivering and he knew that was going to get worse when he
went out into the thirty degree weather dressed in a coat and
He reached into the closet and found the crutches left from
when he had been shot in Raleigh, North Carolina several
years before. He slid them under his armpits and headed for
He locked the door behind him and walked out into the hallway.
His little neighbor was putting her cat out for the night and
she smiled at him as he hobbled out the door. She was not that
friendly though, guess he could not blame her after he broke her
door down chasing that slippery Hella monster a few months ago.
He was just being a good neighbor though.
He shook as the cold air blew underneath his coat and he was
about to change his mind when a strong pain almost took him down.
He became dizzy and almost faint from the rush of pain in his leg.
He braced himself against the cold metal and regained his
composure and balance.
He barely made it to his car and then he came to another
realization, he was going to have to use the right foot to drive
the car. He would not be able to push the gas pedal or even hit
the brake with the bad foot and leg."When did it also become
his leg?" He thought to himself as he rested his warm face
against the cold steering wheel.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelled to nobody but the silence of the car.
If he stayed out in the car he would freeze to death.Shivers were
racking his body now, with the lack of clothing and the low
temperatures outside he would die of hypothermia soon.
He opened the car door and made his way to the entrance stairs
of the building, managing to finally get his shaking hands to fit
the key into the lock. He almost fell against the door,relief and
pain engulfing his senses all at once. He looked at the
'out of order' sign on the elevator doors and inwardly wished that
he was dead, that was quick because it wasn't there just minutes
before, he mentally noted. He would have to make it up four flights
of stairs with crutches. I'll never make it, he thought to himself.
After the first eight steps he was drenched in sweat from effort
imposed upon his sick body. He just wanted to lie down and sleep,
regardless of the pulsating,throbbing pain that was in his right
lower extremity.That is what nurses and doctors in the hospitals
called them, the legs and arms were nothing but extremities. They
were going to have a field day with his right lower extremity.
"Maybe they might have to cut you off if you keep making me sick."
He spoke to his right leg.
He was now on the edge of delirium with the fever, shivers and
the uncontrollable urge to puke up nothing. His stomach was empty
yet he still had the overwhelming urge to upchuck.
He stared up the empty stairwell and guessed it be about midnight,
he had left his watch in the apartment. He decided to sit down and
take a small break, his body was demanding it and his mind agreed ,
what was still functioning of the gray mater inside of his fevered
He leaned against the cold wall and it felt good to place his
warm cheek against the cold hand rail.He would close his eyes for
just a few seconds. Sleep or complete exhaustion took over and his
body went limp on the stairs.
He awakened to a dark room and low,whispering voices in the
background. His leg was on fire with pain and he could feel
acid as it tickled his throat. He was about to throw up on the
clean bedding when his little old neighbor walked into the room.
"Mr. Mulder, here is a bowl if you need to throw up." Her voice
was low and comforting.
Was this the little lady that just a couple of months ago had
tried to have his badge for chasing a Hella Monster through
her apartment after he had broken down her door? How in the Hell
did he get here? He had to make sure he was where he thought he
was and so he decided to ask,"Where am I?"
She smiled and patted his head,"You're next door to your apartment
honey. You are very sick but I am working on it so go back to sleep
sugar and I will make you all better."
Something was just not right and he wanted to ask where Scully was
but his fevered brain wanted to do nothing more than go back to
sleep. He was definitely sick and he wanted Scully not his
unfriendly neighbor, Mrs Havershane and her son,what was
his name? Oh yeah,Horace. It was Horace.Sleep took him back under
and he went back to fevered dreams of the Hella monster who looked
a lot like Horace.
Scully knocked on the door and after several minutes of no answer
from Mulder she took out her key ring and placed Mulder's key
into the lock and opened door."Mulder!" she called through the
empty apartment. She started to leave when she noticed that Mulder
had left out several bottles of pain relievers on the coffee table.
This was concerning and it was sending up alarms.
She closed the door to Mulder's apartment and locked it behind her.
She knew that Mulder's car was parked outside of the building.
She would inquire of his neighbor if an ambulance had come to
take Mulder to the hospital.
She remembered Mulder's little neighbor, Mrs. Havershane. She also
remembered the trauma that Mulder had put the little lady through
when he knocked down her door a couple of months ago running after
a Hella Monster that just did not exist and the bureau had to foot
the bill for a new door due to Mulder's antics. She hated to bother
the elderly lady but Mulder had not showed up for work this morning
and she needed to know if she had any idea what had happened. She
would ask the super but he had a habit of staying up late at night
watching television and would not even be out of bed before noon.
She walked over and knocked on the heavy wooden door. She almost
thought that she was not at home when the little old lady showed
up at the door with a small smile on her face.
"May I help you?" she asked in her kindest voice.
"I don't know if you remember me but my name is Agent Dana
Scully." She pulled out her badge and held it up,"I hate to
bother you but I am looking for my partner, Fox Mulder. I was
wandering if you knew if an ambulance had picked him up last
The little old lady shook her head and spoke softly and politely,
"No, is he sick?"
Scully placed her badge back into her coat pocket and shook her
head,"I really don't know but he is missing and I was just
wondering if you had seen him or if you heard anything last
"That poor sweet child. I hope you find him. He is such a sweet
young man. Though he does have a big imagination, doesn't he?"
She shook her head as if saddened by the fact that Mulder was
"I am sorry that I had to bother you but I appreciate it
Mrs Havershane."Scully was worried about her partner and
needed to call a few hospitals. She waved to the little old
lady and proceeded down the hallway pulling out her cell phone
to call Skinner. She would need a little help in finding her
The little old lady shut the door and started to go back to
her duties of caring for the monster hunter. She would take
care of him for only one purpose and that would be to watch
her son devour him for a delicious dinner. She did hate to feed
her son such a handsome man but he was a monster hunter and that
was not a tolerable profession in her part of the country. She
peaked into the bedroom and saw that her captive was still
sleeping. She would need to make him some medicine to make
him better.Her son would need a meal soon. Too bad Mr. Mulder
had stopped Horace's eating frenzy a couple of months ago or he
would be in hibernation now instead up at night so hungry that
it made her very sad. She would take care of the problem though.
She shuffled off into the kitchen to make her potice for the
Fox.She had to heal him first, she did not want her son to
get an upset tummy.
J.Edgar Hoover Building
Mulder had officially been listed as 'MISSING' and the FBI office
was abuzz about what could have happened to Spooky Mulder.
kinner's office was filled with agents gathering information on
his lost agent.
They had gathered all the evidence that they could find from
Mulder's car and apartment. They were at a lost, no evidence
of blood or semen. There was no evidence of foul play even.
The apartment was checked
for bugs and wire taps,even the bedroom lacked any information on
what had happened to Mulder.No messages on the phone except for
Scully's and Skinner's. The hospitals had been checked but no
John Doe's or Fox Mulder.
Scully paced the floor, she had notified their friends, the Lone
Gunmen but even they could not find any leads to what had
happened to their friend either.They were as upset as Scully
over the disappearance of Mulder.
"I'm going back to his apartment. That was the last place he was
seen and I just can't explain it but that is where I think we
should look for Mulder." She looked tired and her appearance
was that of someone who had not slept in a couple of days.
Skinner looked over at his agent and shook his head. "I don't
know Agent Scully.Maybe the Cigarette Smoking Man had
something to do with Mulder's appearance. There has been no
ransom calls or evidence of foul play.I just don't know."
"I think the clues are there in his apartment. Maybe the pain meds
were for an illness or a recent injury. His door on the driver's
side of the car was unlocked and his running shoes and dress shoes
were still beside of his bed. Something does not make any sense.
Nobody saw anything yet there are pet owners in the building that
walk their dogs and cats.I jsut don't accept that this fits the
picture of a grown man just disappearing, without a clue."
"Maybe the clues are in a recent case.Maybe an act of revenge."
Skinner paused and walked over to his desk and pulled the recent
files off and handed them to Scully. Maybe this is where we
should look first Agent Scully."
She nodded and took the proffered files and walked out of the
office towards the basement. For some reason she felt a deep
sense of urgency in finding her partner.She would check out
Mulder's apartment later.
Horace walked through Mulder's apartment,he took a few moments to
lean over and watch the small space ship in the fish tank,he was
mesmerized by the up and down movement. He reached up on the shelf
and retrieved the fish food and gave the fish a few sprinkles. He
did not want the fish to die, that would be horrible. He doubted
very seriosly that the red headed lady even thought about the
small little guppies.
He placed the fish food back in its place and continued to walk
around the room. The man needed fresh clothes, he was beginning to
stink. Why do humans stink after just a few days, he asked himself
as he gathered underwear and t-shirts and shorts for the sick man.
The man called Mulder had been having high fevers and he had not
been awake in a couple of days. What would happen if the man died?
He would need to find something to eat soon or he would die,
it was simple, he could not live without a meal soon.
He quickly gathered the clothes and started to exit into the
hallway when he heard voices
nearing the locked apartment. He quickly stuffed himself into the
hall closet and closed the door.
"Langely step back I'm trying to pick the lock." A fustrated
"I am better at picking locks, I have the expertice in this field."
Langely quipped as he watched down the hallway for anybody that
might catch them breaking into Mulder's apartment.
"Well it's my lock picker and I am going to pick it this time."
Byers almost yelled at his friend as he opened the door to the
Frohike entered and looked around trying to detect any presence
of any intruder. "Coast is clear." He entered with Byers and
Langely following up the rear.
Langely quickly shut and locked the door,"Scully will kill us if
she finds us in here." His voice nervous as he walked over and
started going through Mulder's desk drawer then turning his full
attention to Mulder's computer.
Each of the men had chosen certain areas that they would check
prior to getting to Mulder's place. Fingerprint dust still
stained all of the furniture,the computer and most everything
Frohike went to the bedroom and Byers to the kitchen.Langely
continued trying to hack into Mulder's computer but he knew
that Mulder knew a little bit more than the average Joe on the
street so he had brought a few extra pieces of equipment with
him to assist in the job.
Frohike yelled from the bedroom and when Langely and Byers
entered they almost tripped over him as he squatted on the floor.
"Dammit Hickey what are you doing down there?" Langely belted
out as he recovered from the near fall.
"Look what I found. It's a dent in the wood."He pointed to the
area with magnifying glass in hand.
"That could have happened anytime since he got the furniture."
Byers felt exasperated at his friend's finding.
"No. Look at this guys." He took out the can of luminal and
strayed the area and it turned blue under the flourescent
lighting that Frohike had provided. "We have blood folks.
"He could have stumped his toe.Anything could have happened Hickey."
Langely snuffed as he exited the room to go back to the computer.
Byers shook his head but he was open to suggestions."I guess he
could have broken a toe with that kind of impact but with the large
doses of pain medication I would have to assume that something
worse had occurred. Maybe a head injury or maybe even a concussion."
"That could explain why he hasn't contacted Scully." Frohike
interjected as he cleaned up the mess that he had made with
Langely burst into the bedroom with a look of panic, "She's at
the door. What do we do?" he announced the arrival of Scully in
total panic. She would surely kill them for messing with a crime
"The closet." Byers whispered loudly, "Get into the closet."
All three men pushed into Mulder's bedroom closet.
"Get off my foot idiot." Frohike almost yelled out in pain.
"Sorry short man,didn't see ya." Langely mumbled in the dark
of the closet.
Scully opened the door with her spare key and walked across the
room and sat down on Mulder's sofa.She was exhausted and all she
wanted to do was find her partner. Where the Hell was he? Wherever
he was he had better have a good excuse for worrying her so much.
She leaned her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.Sleep
soon overcame her and she nodded her head down on the soft pillow
that lay on the arm of the couch.
Mrs Havershane's Apartment
"Where is my little Horace. I hope nothing has happened to my
precious little boy." She chanted in her sweet little voice.
Mulder could hear her from the bedroom from which he knew now
that he was being held captive. Fever or no fever he knew that
Horace was a monster. He was a Hella monster,a creature from the
Scandanavian Countryside. It's major source of food was humans,
it would eat then hibernate in the ground for six months.He
must have interrupted the cycle because according to his
information Horace should be sleeping.
The door to his bedroom creeked open and the little old woman
entered with a warm ,wet compress for his leg. She seemed upset
and did not speak, all she did was exchange the compresses and
pull two pills from a bottle."You need to take your medicine
Mr. Mulder,we need you to hurry and get better." She smiled a
sardonic grin,knowing well her intentions were to prepare her
captive for a great meal for her wonderful son,Horace.
"How long have I been here?" He asked,not really expecting an
answer but hoping to get the attention of his captive for just a
few moments to gather some information.
"Now don't worry about that son, I am taking good care of your leg.
It was infected and I am making it better." She handed Mulder
the pills and reached up to fluff his pillow,smiling the whole
time as she busied herself making him feel comfortable in the
huge iron rod bed.
"Well, you are taking good care of me but I am concerned about
my partner, she is probably worrying about me right now." He hoped
to get her attention for a few moments longer but she shook her head.
"I have taken care of everything and I told her that you were
in good hands. She is such a sweet young lady. She told me that
she would see you at work when you started feeling better." She
handed him a fresh glass of water to take the pills.
Mulder now knew that he was in big trouble, he suddenly realized
that he was going to be Horace's winter meal.He popped the medicine
under his tongue and pretended to swallow the bitter pills and
smiled a thank you to the little old lady.
She smiled and started out of the door,"I will fix you a snack. I
bet you are getting your appetite back." She turned and shut the
door behind her.
Mulder pulled the pills from his mouth and threw them behind the
bed. He had to get the hell out of this little demented woman's
apartment, who wanted to fatten him up so she could feed him to
her son. He could make it to his apartment and call for backup.
He pushed the blanket off and started to stand noting that the
leg felt worse actually than it had just a couple of days ago.
The color was now a dark red and it was very warm to touch.
"This isn't good." He whispered to himself. His fever was also
still running high but he was not delirious.He knew that he had
to get out now or he would be the main course for Horace in just
a few days.
He wobbled over to the door. He did not know where Horace was
keeping himself but he did know that he was too weak to fight
such a huge man. He opened the door and looked out into the
living room area and when he did not see anybody he ran towards
the door, his bad leg was in excruciating pain by the time he
reached the entrance to the apartment.
"Where are you going Mr. Mulder?" The sweet voice was asking
him as he undid the chains on the door.
"I need to get something from my apartment, if you don't
mind Mrs Havershane." He lied as his fingers turned the knob
on the door and his good leg entered the hallway.
"You are too sick to be walking Mr. Mulder. Horace can fetch
whatever you might need. You need to get back into bed." She
motioned for him to get back into the apartment but his hands
were reaching for his apartment door's knob when outstepped Horace
from his apartment.He seemed to be walking on his tip toes and
trying hard to be very quiet.
"What are you doing in my apartment?" Mulder almost yelled to the
large, bulking man who seemed very surprised that Mulder was
Horace held his fingers to his mouth, shushing Mulder.
"Get the Hell out of my way Horace. I am a federal agent and
I will press charges if you do not move now." Mulder was leaning
against the wall, sweat beading up on his face from the exertion
he had exuded in his escape from the Hella mother's apartment.
Suddenly Scully was standing at the door with gun drawn and pointed
at the little old woman and Horace."Put your hands up in the air.
Now!" She yelled at the twosome.She glanced at her partner standing
against the wall looking like Hell, "Are you okay Mulder?"
Mulder took that as the clue to faint .Scully was in control and
handling the situation just fine. His body slid down the wall and
he fell to the floor.
Alexandria Memorial Hospital
He felt a cool hand lying on his warm forehead and he was still
in pain but he felt actually somewhat better. He was curious
whose caring hand was touching him and his curiosity made him
open his matted eyes."Scully?"
"No Mulder, it's me Skinner. I was just checking you for fever.
The nurse asked me if she should get you something else for your
fever." Skinner quickly removed his hand and sat back down in
"Where's Scully?" he asked weakly.
"She's down at the police station getting your two neighbors
booked on kidnapping charges. She wanted me to come over and
stay until she could get here." Skinner fidgeted in his chair,
uncomfortable playing the nursemaid for his agent.
"Oh." Mulder tried to straighten up a little bit in the bed but the
movement caused him pain. "What the Hell is going on with my leg?"
The grimace on his face giving away his manly demeanor.
"The doctor said you have cellulitis, an infection around the
tissue. They are doing blood cultures to determine the cause
but they are treating it with a broad spectrum antibiotic to
prevent necrotizing fasciitis, the flesh eating virus. The
Motrin that you had been taking for the inflammation was
actually suppressing the normal inflmmatory response to the
cellulitis. The doctor said that was not a very good judgment
call Mulder." Skinner recited like a professional.
Mulder looked at Skinner like he had just turned into a
medical professional,he hesistated for a moment and asked,"Where is
Scully and what did you do with her?"
Skinner smiled,"Mulder, I need to go back to the office. Scully
will be back in a while. Just get better." He stood and walked
to the door and turned around,"A Hella monster Mulder?"
Mulder nodded and watched as Skinner shrugged his shoulders and
walked out of the room with a look of puzzlement.
The nurse walked into the room with a small cup in hand, "Hey Mr.
Mulder, my name is Vickie. I have something for your fever. I just
need you to roll over and let me place it in your rectum." The
nurse pulled on a pair of latex gloves and was lathering the pill
with some vaseline, smiling a huge grin.
"Pills please?" He asked knowing that the nurse was going to
have just too much fun placing it where the sun did not shine.
She shook her head and placed a hand on his hip and assisted
Mulder'e eyes grew big as the nurse placed the suppository
securely into position.
"Do you think she's gone yet?" Langely asked as he tried to
stretch out in the cramped closet.
"I don't hear her, maybe she left."Byers added as he felt
Langely's foot slide underneath his butt. He was trying to
reach down and remove it when Frohike screamed a girly scream.
"I think a spider just crawled into my pants." Frohike's voice was
so high pitched that it made Byers stop what he was doing and think.
"That's my hand Fro, Sorry." Byers apologized as he pulled his
"I'm getting the Hell out of here. Death from Scully's gun would
beat getting molested by Byers." Frohike opened the door and looked
around the room and tried to see into the living room but could not
get a glimpse of the couch.
"Are you sure Hickey. She would shoot first and ask questions
later." Langely whispered. The men all looked at each other
and marched back into the dark closet.
"Dammit." Frohike muttered as he sat back down in the corner
of the small room."I really need to go to the bathroom.That chilli
may have been a bad idea." A loud noise came from the close along
followed two moaning voices.