Title: Mr. Scott's Jealousy

Challenge: Jealousy

Author: Carol

Pairing: Kelly/Scotty

Rating: PG; slash

Status: complete

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters: no infringement intended.

Notes: This short story follows the episode, "Bet Me A Dollar".

Mr Scot’s Jealousy
by Carol

Kelly Robinson woke up and noticed the clock. It read 5:00 am. A noise in the sitting room of the suite roused him further. Walking into the sitting room, he noticed his partner Alexander Scott, in pajama bottoms only, standing by the large sliding glass door looking out at the coming dawn.

"What's the matter? Couldn't sleep?"

If Scott had turned around at that moment, he would have noticed that his partner still favored the leg which had been severely slashed a few weeks before. The fact that the blade had contained anthrax virus had further undermined the stability of the leg and Robinson's health. But, Scott noticed none of this, since he hadn't turned around. To Robinson, who knew his partner so well, this was a clear indication of how disturbed Scott was.

"Sorry, I woke you. I just have a lot on my mind. To tell you the truth, I'm thinking about booking a flight back to Washington. I think there's a chance that they're going to send me to that new flare up in the east and I want to be ready."

Kelly Robinson was clearly puzzled. They were partners. Since he obviously could not play tennis with his leg as it was, he knew they would have a few weeks of R and R. Why would Scotty seek out another mission and do it without his partner?

"Hey, Homer . . .uh, maybe you haven't noticed but I'm not fit to take on a mission right now so what excuse could my trainer have for traipsing around the world without me?"

"Kelly, you need the rest, but I don't. I could go in covert. With you injured, nobody would think it strange if I went, obstensively, to see my mom or something and then sort of disappeared."

Robinson eased himself down to the sofa because his leg could not stand his weight. He remained quiet for several seconds then sighed heavily. "All right, Jack. What have I done now? You don't talk about these separate missions unless I've really ticked you off."

"You've done nothing, Kelly. Why don't you go stay with Tia Teresa and the nephew for a few days and soak up the health giving vibes of Mexico?"

Suddenly, Kelly Robinson read his partner all too clearly. **So that's it - GUILT!**

"Scotty, it wasn't your fault. I was in on the bet just as much as you. I even hid deliberately and ran when you brought in the police. I should have known then that it was not just the bet; you would never have done that if it just been the loss of a dollar."

Even though these words would have seemed very confusing to the outsider, Alexander Scott understood perfectly. While in Mexico, he and his partner had become bored. They had agreed to a dollar bet that Kelly Robinson could elude his partner for a set amount of time. The bet had almost cost Robinson his life, when it was discovered that a
previous cut, in a knife fight, was contaminated with anthrax. Robinson had to be found quickly or he would die, but Kelly was intent on winning the bet without the knowledge of his life-threatening injury.

Through the week or so of recovery in the hosptial, the small boy, who had eventually led Scott to his ailing partner, had visited his friend, Robinson almost daily. Accompanying the boy was his Tia Teresa, who was a beautiful woman and had nursed Robinson before Scott found him. Now Scott was encouraging his friend to seek further solace with the beautiful Teresa.

"Hey, Scotty, Teresa has gone back to her village and with my leg the way it is, I don't think I need to go taking advantage of her previous kindness. Besides, I was hoping, we could go see some of the sights of Mexico when my leg got stronger."

Alexander Scott turned around and in the dimness of the early dawn looked at his partner. "Kelly, you know Teresa would love to see you. Didn't she call you, "mi querido? She was drawn like a magnet to you, and you know the little boy loves you. So relax, take a break and go see them."

Kelly Robinson squeezed his eyes shut and pinched his nose tightly. He realized now that this was far more than just ordinary Alexander Scott guilt. This was big time.

"Scotty, why are you trying to get rid of me? Are you trying to hint in your usual less than stellar way that you want this partnership to end?"

Scott looked absolutely miserable. **Oh, Kelly, if you only knew what I truly wanted. Well, here's where I get to play bad guy.**

"Kelly Robinson, since when is it so bad when I encourage the great lover of both eastern and western women to spend a little time with a beautiful woman? And speaking of hinting, I could have said right out - yes, I'm tired of waiting around for you to heal. It's been 3 weeks now and who knows how many more. What's wrong with me wanting to do something for my country while you go off and heal that leg? You sure are unpatriotic."

Alexander Scott had known his friend for over 3 years and knew every button to push. This hint of a lack of patriotism aroused Robinson's anger as almost nothing else would.

"What do you mean I'm unpatriotic, Filbert? How dare you get holier than thou with me. I just thought I was trying to keep this partnership together, but it is clear to me that one of us doesn't give a rat's arse whether it continues.
Excuse me for thinking more of our relationship than you obviously do."

Robinson attempted to get up from the sofa and make a dramatic exit, but his damaged leg stole his thunder. After sitting on the sofa for several minutes, the leg would not cooperate. The pain in the leg was excruciating and Robinson quickly collapsed back onto the couch.

Scott made it to the couch in 3 strides. "Well, I hope you're happy now you, twit. What did you think you were doing trying to raise up like that?"

Laying his friend down on the couch, Scott began a gentle massage of the cramped leg. For a moment, Scott thought his friend would withdraw, but gradually he felt the beautiful man's leg relax. Scotty continued to rub and caress
the leg for several minutes before he noticed the beautiful brown eyes looking at him . "Scotty?"

"Quiet, I can't talk and concentrate at the same time."

"Since when?"

Scott did not answer, keeping his head lowered. It seemed the only idea in his mind was to relieve his friend's pain.

Finally, after several minutes of relaxing massage, Kelly indicated, "Hey, my leg feels better, Clyde.", but the massage didn't stop in fact it got more sensual.

"Hey, Clyde, I said my leg feels . . . ." Suddenly, Kelly Robinson saw the face of his beloved friend and became fully cognizant of just how good the caresses did feel. "Scotty?"

The inflection in that one word made Scott look up. **My God, what have I done? He must know just from the way I was rubbing how I feel about him?**

Kelly sat up, reaching over to stay the hand still rubbing his leg. Then he took his own hand and cupped the face of his friend. "Scotty, I want the truth; what's going on?"

"I . . . I . . don't know what you mean? Look, I'm sorry if my plans don't fit yours, but I got to look out for myself. After all, we always knew that one day we would be out of the field. Tia Teresa and the boy would love to include you in their family. Then you could be . . . .then you would never have to worry about stupid bets, or idiot partners
. . .or getting hurt anymore."

The despair and misery in Alexander Scott's eyes spoke volumes. Kelly Robinson smiled his special smile reserved for Alexander Scott. "For a man with a Ph.D., you have got to be one of the dumbest men in America."

Scotty's left eyebrow shot up and he opened his mouth to defend himself when the gorgeous mouth of his beloved partner suddenly covered his lips. The kiss lasted until neither man had any breath left. After a brief inhale, the kiss was taken up again. This pattern lasted for the next several minutes.

Finally, the two found that they could hug, nuzzle, kiss, and lave without too much trouble since clearly they did not want to part even an inch from each other.

"Alexander Scott, if you feel like this about me, what is this nonsense about you going on a separate mission?"

Once again, Scott dropped his head, but Robinson raised Scott's chin to look directly into his partner's moist eyes. "I . . . well, I thought you liked Tia Teresa, and I wanted to give you a chance to find out how much."

"Ludwig, you really take the cake. Don't you know I am crazy about you and have been for 3 years? I figured you would be the one to tell me that you had decided to leave the company and give your mom all those grandchildren she so desires."

Scotty smiled shyly, "No, my mom doesn't say that to me anymore, not since I . . . ."

"Not since you what?"

"Well, on my last trip to see her, I . . .well, she asked me how I felt about you and I told her."

"What? Now, I won't be able to eat her chicken and dumplings 'cause she'll slip arsenic in them."

Scott laughed. "No, you're safe. She had it figured out a long time ago. She wants me to be happy and she knows that I'm happiest with you."

"Bless you for that, my very dear friend. Now, no more talk about Teresa or going off on separate missions. In fact, (pulling down on Scott's pajamas) no more talk at all for awhile, we have lots of other things to do now."

Smiling a smile that reached into the depth of his eyes, Scott leaned over and gently removed Robinson's pajamas. "You know now that I look at this wound, I think you need, at least, another month of R and R."

"I agree entirely Mr. Scott, but let's not make it too much REST and let's make it lots of RECREATION."


THE END