Her
improvement was rapid following her return to consciousness. Dr. Mabry, Ken, spent a lot of time with them,
especially after she was moved into a regular room, even eating with them occasionally. Scully allowed the two men to talk about their
beliefs and experiences, usually not bothering to offer her side of the argument, just
relaxing and regaining her strength from the sound of his voice.
She
knew the baby was gone and that Mulder was keeping something about that from her, but she
wasn’t ready to talk about it anyway. She
had been able to keep the depression at bay so far and though she knew she would have to
grieve eventually, right now she needed to regain her strength and distance herself from
this.
It
was only a couple of days later when the doctor brought up the possibility of her release. “Your recovery is almost beyond belief Lara. You need to take it easy for a while, but as long
as you stay in contact with me, I think I can spring you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
That from Mulder. “Isn’t that a
little soon?”
Scully
squeezed his hand. “Not for me.” Ken smiled, he liked this couple. They were different from most of the people he
spent time with, and he liked watching them together.
He almost hated to see her leave the hospital, his conversations with
them had been fascinating and he didn’t want them to end.
He
was there to see them off the next morning, watching Greg’s tender care of this woman
he adored. He’d never had a relationship
like the two of them had, and he envied it deeply. He
shook hands with them both, reminding them to call with any questions or a change in her
recovery.
Mulder
headed straight for their apartment and bundled her back to bed despite her half-hearted
protests. The assurances that she and Ken had
given him hadn’t been enough; he didn’t think she should have been released -
not as close as she’d come to dying.
“How
do you feel?” He was tucking her in as
she watched indulgently.
“I
feel fine, Mulder. They wouldn’t have
released me if they didn’t believe I was doing well.
Did you check on the bill?”
He
grinned at her; “Byers handled it for now. Our
debt’s growing while we’re out here you know.
You may have to sell one of those houses you own.”
She
shook her head at him, but she was tiring. Her
stamina was gone and now, back here in the room where she’d actually lost the baby;
she could feel the depression pushing harder than it had before.
“If
you’re really doing okay, I need to run out and get your prescription and some
food.”
“We
could have done that on the way here Mulder. You
shouldn’t have to go out again. You can
get it later.”
“I
wanted to get you settled. Will you be all
right while I’m gone?”
She
pulled his face closer and pressed her lips against his forehead. “I’ll be fine. But thanks for worrying. Now stop it, okay?”
He
grinned, no way, but she already knew that. He
checked for his keys and headed out. She was
just dozing off when the phone rang. She
grabbed it, more asleep than awake. “Hello?”
“Is
that . . . is that you? You’re
out?” Frohike stuttered over the phone.
“Yes,
I’m out. I can’t thank you guys
enough for everything you’ve done.” She
smiled indulgently at his voice.
“We
wish it could have been more. Is he
there?”
“Uh
no, he ran out to get some things. What have
you found?” She didn’t bother to
sit up, rolling to her side and propping the phone on her shoulder.
“We’ve
tested the . . . what he sent us every way we can think of.
There’s no DNA from anyone but him.”
“What? What did you say?” Now she was sitting up, her knuckles white around
the receiver.
“It’s
got to be cloned tissue. It’s the only
explanation for our findings.”
“It
was Mulder’s baby?” Her voice
sounded strangled, as though she couldn’t get her breath.
“Oh
shit. He didn’t . . . Dana, I
didn’t -“ The phone had gone dead in his ear.
He turned a pale face to Langly. “I
am dead meat.”
She
had dropped the phone back into the cradle. She
stared at it as though it were a foreign object, unrecognizable. In reality she wasn’t seeing it at all. The child she’d been carrying, that she
hadn’t wanted, that child was Mulder’s? The
child of the only man she wanted to have children with?
No, not Mulder’s child, Mulder himself if Frohike was correct. And she hadn’t wanted it - had seriously
considered abortion. But she hadn’t
known! She would have done anything to carry
Mulder’s child. Was this what
he’d been keeping from her? He’d
known, Frohike thought she did as well. He
knew she hadn’t wanted it. Had she done
anything? Had she inadvertently caused this
miscarriage? Was this what it felt like to go
mad? She couldn’t even cry. She was so deep in her pain she couldn’t
remember any other feelings, that there were other feelings.
She
didn’t hear Mulder return. Her lack of
response to his greeting brought him to her side. “Scully?” Her color wasn’t good and in a panic he
jerked the covers from her - memory of the last time fresh in his mind. She wasn’t hemorrhaging and her eyes were
open, but she wasn’t seeing him.
What
the hell had happened? He’d only been
gone about twenty minutes. She’d been
teasing him when he left. “Scully? Scully, please!” He had his hands on her now - no fever, no
trauma. At least no physical trauma.
In
desperation he finally took her arms in his hands and shook her. She blinked at that and he drew a breath in
relief. She wasn’t unconscious. “Talk to me Scully. What happened?”
She
blinked again. Mulder? He was here, when?
How could he look at her, knowing she hadn’t wanted his child. How long had he known? Did he hate her for this?
“Scully,
please talk to me.” He pulled her into
his arms. She didn’t resist but she
didn’t seem to take any comfort from it either.
He felt lost, helpless. He lay her
gently down on her pillow - no resistance. She
didn’t seem to know he was really there.
She
was beginning to tremble. Her eyes were still
open, why didn’t she see him? What had
happened? Her shakes were increasing though
she didn’t seem to notice. Was she
cold?
He toed off his shoes and crawled into bed with her, wrapping her in his arms. It didn’t seem to be helping, nothing did. “I’m here Scully. I’ve got you, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
Was
Mulder still here? Why couldn’t she feel
him? Why couldn’t she feel anything? It had been her fault; she hadn’t wanted the
baby. Her body must have known that. She’d purposely gotten rid of the only baby
she would ever have. Mulder must hate her
now, knowing she didn’t want his child.
She
did want it. Part of her had wanted the
child, even though she didn’t know it was his. Knowing
it was his, oh god . . . tears were forming in her eyes.
Mulder, I did want it - I can’t ever tell you that, why would you even
want to listen?
She
was beginning to cry now and Mulder’s hand began caressing her back. He was watching her closely, she was still too
deep inside of herself, non-responsive, but at least she was crying. If he remembered his psychology correctly that was
a good sign. “Scully I’m here. Tell me what happened. Talk to me.”
She
was beginning to sob now, the power behind her tears growing with each passing minute. He realized she was completely out of control and
tightened his grip on her so that she couldn’t hurt herself. He continued to murmur in her ear, though he
wasn’t at all sure she heard him. Her
tears were beginning to slow down, but the shaking did not abate.
Ken,
he needed to get Ken over here. He only
released her with one hand and quickly dialed the hospital.
Ken answered his page quickly.
“Dr.
Mabry.”
“It’s
Mul . . . Greg. Lara’s in trouble. Can you come?”
“What’s
happening?”
“I
don’t know. I left her for a few minutes
to go to the drugstore, pick up a few things. When
I came back she was almost catatonic. She
can’t speak, but she was crying hysterically a few minutes ago. She’s back to lethargic now.”
“Listen,
I’ll be off duty in about ten minutes. Where
are you?”
Mulder
gave him the address and hung up, pulling her closer against him.
It
seemed like a very long time before he heard Ken’s knock on the door. He hated moving away from her, but he, she needed the help.
He opened the door for the doctor and moved back quickly to her side.
Ken’s
eyes widened at the sight of her. What the
hell? She hadn’t been like this earlier. He would never release a patient in this
condition. This wasn’t the kind of place
he had envisioned them living either. These
people weren’t homeless, but this place was barely one step up. “Greg, what happened?”
“I
don’t know. She was fine when I left to
get her medicine. She was laughing at me, now
. . . “
They
both turned as the phone rang. Mulder picked
it up as Ken began his examination.
“Is
she okay?” It was Byers’ voice and
he sounded . . . almost frightened.
“No.”
“Listen,
Frohike didn’t mean to - “
“What? What did he do?” The hair on his neck was standing on end. He knew what was going to be said and wanted
desperately to be wrong.
There
was a long pause, then Mulder heard his friend take a deep breath. “We didn’t know you hadn’t told her
about the . . . the parentage of the . . . Shit, Mulder, we’re sorry.”
“Frohike
told her the baby was mine?” Ken looked
up startled both at the tone and words.
“Not
yours, you.
It’s cloned tissue, only your DNA exists in it.”
“Oh
my god.” In his shock he didn’t
realize he had used her phrase, but it seemed to fit.
“I can’t talk now. We’ll
talk about this later. I need to get back to
her.” He hung up the phone without
another word, turning hopeless eyes to Ken.
“I
think you need to talk to me Greg. She’s
stable for now, physically. It’s her
mental state I’m concerned about.” Ken
looked up from his patient. “Is she your
wife?”
Mulder
sank onto the bed beside Scully, automatically taking her hand in his. “How far can I trust you?”
Ken
hesitated at those words. “Who are you
really?”
Mulder
looked over at Scully and sighed. He had to
have help. “My real name is Fox Mulder,
I’m a, I was an agent with the FBI before I
was murdered.” Ken’s eyes widened
at that statement. “This is Dana Scully,
my partner.”
“Partner!” The word exploded from him. “You two aren’t . . . “
“We’re
together. We love each other. But she didn’t know that the child she was
carrying was mine.” Ken sat silent,
waiting for the other shoe to drop. “What
can you do for her?”
“Here? I’m not sure, but I’m also not sure we
should take her back to the hospital. I know
what your presence does for her. Why
don’t we let her rest while you tell me what the hell is going on.”
*****
Mulder
finally wound down; his gaze was on Scully, his fingers caressing her hand. “So the child that she lost was . . . “
Ken prompted.
“Was
me. I didn’t want her to know that. I didn’t even want her to know it was mine
before we discovered the rest of it. That lab
you sent the stuff to . . . they’re friends of ours and right now our only contact
for information. Not being able to have a
child hurt her deeply. We weren’t
‘together’ then and the way this pregnancy happened . . . she’s blaming
herself. I know she is. That’s why I didn’t want her to
know.”
Ken
removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I
don’t know what to say.”
“You
can get us killed. They went to a lot of
trouble to ‘kill’ us and make sure the bodies were identifiable. I don’t know what happens now.”
“Are
you safe here?”
Mulder
shrugged. “We haven’t stayed
anywhere this long, but her condition made traveling impossible. In other circumstances we would have moved on some
time ago. We’re underground, we
can’t risk . . . “ She stirred and his full attention was back on her. “Scully?
Can you hear me?”
Instead
of responding, she closed her eyes more firmly. Mulder
turned toward Ken with a pleading look.
“I’m
not a psychologist. If she is this
traumatized by the loss of the child and the knowledge that contains, I’m not sure
what to do. Except you need to stay with her. She’s not in physical danger, her blood
pressure is good, her physical trauma from the miscarriage is healing. This is her mind we’re talking about.”
Mulder
shuddered. He knew about trauma to the mind,
he’d lived with it most of his life. He
knew the feeling of guilt that couldn’t be overcome.
For Scully to face that was unbearable.
He
pulled her closer, trying to convey with his arms his support, his love for her. Ken wanted to look away, this was too personal,
too intimate, but they had come to him for help.
“Let
me make a couple of calls. Just hold
her.” He rose from the bed and moved to
the other side of the room, pulling out his cell phone.
After
a few minutes of low voice conversation he was back.
“I just talked to a friend of mine, OB-GYN. She recommended an injection of Elavil - it’s
an antidepressant and sedative. She’s
used it before for miscarriage cases. The
injections work faster than the oral, and I don’t want to risk choking anyway. Have you ever given an injection? She’s going to need four a day.”
“Four?”
“Look
at her Mulder.”
He
nodded, “Can you teach me?”
Ken
stood, “I’m going to go get the stuff you need, then I’ll show you. Don’t leave her, not yet.”
As
if he could. Mulder just turned back to her,
letting Ken find his own way out.
He
released her only to let Ken back into the room. She
was still unresponsive. He watched closely as
Ken prepared her injection and administered it himself.
“Think you can do it?”
Mulder
gave a thin smile, “I’ve done it once. Whatever
it takes . . . “ Ken nodded and moved back, giving them space.
He
stayed for a little while, making sure that Mulder ate a little and that she had no
adverse reaction to the drug. Eventually he
stood. “She seems to be sleeping okay. You have my cell phone number. Don’t hesitate to call me Mulder. I’ll come by in the morning before
rounds.”
Mulder
stood and shook his hand. “Thanks.”
“Thank
you, for trusting me. Remember, another
injection in about an hour, whether she’s awake or not.”
Mulder
nodded and held the door for the man. Ken
hesitated, then patted Mulder on the shoulder and left without another word.
He
thought about turning on the computer, maybe get a little work done but thought was as far
as he got. He couldn’t leave her side,
fondling her hand and trying not to go mad at the pain she was in. He wasn’t angry with Frohike, but he was
furious with himself. Why hadn’t he been
the one to break this to her? Maybe he could
have softened the blow, something. He had
just wanted to wait until she was a little stronger.
Seeing this reaction, it wouldn’t have helped.
When
it was time for the injection, he opened a sterile syringe and drew the correct dosage. He spoke to her, telling her what he was doing and
after rubbing alcohol on her arm, administered the medicine.
It
must have roused her a little because she seemed to be waking. “Scully?
Can you hear me?”
She
obviously could, she closed her eyes even tighter at the sound of his voice. “Scully, please. Talk to me, you can’t keep all of this
inside.”
“Why
are you here?” Her voice sounded
scratchy from all of the crying she had done earlier.
He
was speechless for an instant in relief. “Why? Scully, I . . . I’m here because I love
you.”
Her
eyes flew open then and immediately she turned her head away. “You should hate me, I killed your
child.”
“Killed? Scully, no! You
did nothing. It wasn’t even a child
Scully. It was a . . . an experiment. Scully, think about all of the research
you’ve done. Think scientifically for a
minute - has what they tried to do ever worked? Think
for a minute, don’t feel. The technology
isn’t there. Even if we’d known
from the beginning what . . . you could not have carried this . . . it wouldn’t work
Scully. You have nothing to feel guilty
about. Face it Scully, if you look at the
science, I’m the one that almost killed you.”
She
looked back at him then for an instant. “It’s
true Scully. I nearly killed you - me, my
DNA. You did absolutely nothing wrong. You’ve got to believe that.”
“I
didn’t want it.” She spoke in a very low voice.
“I didn’t know it was yours.”
A tear escaped her eye.
“It
wasn’t mine Scully. It wasn’t
anyone’s, except maybe my parents, too many years ago to count. There was nothing to want. I need you to see this as a scientist Scully, not
a woman. Yes, you have to grieve, so do I,
but we’ve got to do it from a different space. Can
you hear me? Scully, please?”
She
didn’t respond, but he thought she heard him. He’d
have to settle for that for the present.
“Scully,
I have some broth. I want you to have
some.”
She
shook her head, not speaking.
“Scully,
you need it. Please, just a few sips.” He put it on the bedside table and lifted her to a
sitting position. “Come on, do it for
me.”
Again
she glanced at him but quickly looked away. He
held the cup to her lips, and rather than fight, she took a couple of sips. Then she moved away from him. “Please, no more.”
He
relented and laid her back. “We’re
going to do this again later.” She
didn’t seem to hear him. He started to
rise and felt the pressure of her hand squeezing his.
“I’m right here.”
But
he wanted to be closer. He helped her back up
and crawled in behind her, pulling her back to recline against his chest, seated in the v
of his legs. They didn’t talk; she just
let him hold her. Occasionally she would cry
quietly, but she didn’t pull away as he lightly rubbed her arms, just letting him
hold her. He was aware she dozed and woke,
though she didn’t turn to him. She
seemed to grasp at him as she woke, reassuring herself of his presence, accepting it.
When
it was time for her next injection, he kissed her head and started to move from behind
her.
“What?”
“I’m
not leaving Scully. It’s time for your
medication.”
”Medication?”
“Yes,
Ken got it for you.” He handed her the
bottle as he opened the syringe.
“What
is it?”
“It’s
an antidepressant.”
She
seemed to think about that for a moment as she watched him administer the injection,
“Ken was here?”
“I
needed some help.”
She
actually looked him in the eye then, for the first time.
“What does he know?”
“Everything.”
“We
need to get out of here. We’ve been here
too long.”
“No
Scully. We’re not going anywhere for
now. Not until Ken releases you and . . . and
you’re feeling better. And then
we’re going home.”
“Mulder
- “
“No,
you need to go home, you need to see your mother. We’ve
got hard evidence; Skinner sent things to labs all over the country using different names
and the guys have everything. If we have to
go public, we can. To be honest, I don’t
care anymore, I just want them to leave you alone, leave us alone.”
“What
. . . what would we do?”
She
wasn’t looking at him but he smiled. We,
she’d said we. It took him a moment to
find his voice. “We could still work on
the X-Files. Not all of our cases involve
global conspiracies. There are a lot of
people that need to know what’s happening to them.
With your scientific slant and my incredibly brilliant theories, we could
help them.”
“What
kind of theories?”
She
wasn’t exactly smiling, but she didn’t look like she was going to burst into
tears again, at least not immediately. He
climbed back in behind her and when he was settled, with her against him, spoke. “I think you heard me.”
She
made herself comfortable against him then and sighed.
“Did you mean what you said?”
It
took him only a second to realize what she was talking about. “Yes, I love you. I probably said it wrong though. Scully, I’ve loved you for a long time, what
I meant to say was that I was in love with you.”
She
went very still in his arms; he couldn’t even feel her breathing. “Don’t.”
“Don’t
what?”
“Don’t
say it, don’t mean it. Please.”
“Scully
- “ She stiffened in his arms.
"Okay,
okay for now. Please don't pull away."
After a hesitation she leaned back against him again. "Have . . . have you had any sleep?"
"I
don't sleep Scully. Don't worry about
me."
"No. You should get comfortable."
"Scully,
I’m very comfortable." She moved
away from him again. "Scully?"
"I
need to go to the bathroom." He rose
then and helped her to her feet. She wanted
to pull away, but physically she was too weak. Neither
spoke and he was waiting for her when she emerged.
He
saw the fresh tears in her eyes and folded her against him.
She didn't try to pull away and after a moment her arms went around his
waist. They stood that way for a little
while, then he kissed the top of her head and put her back to bed.
Mulder
got ready for bed then and joined her, holding her against him. He could feel her relax in his arms and relaxed
himself.
They
were both still asleep when the knock on the door woke him.
She stirred as he left her side. "Mulder?"
"It's
okay. Ken's here to check on you." She looked away and didn't speak.
Ken
didn't speak until the door was closed behind him. "How's
she doing?" Mulder shrugged and moved
back over to her side. Ken followed and
watched Mulder help her to a sitting position, then sat beside her.
"How
are you feeling, Dana?"
She
glanced up startled at the use of her real name. "It's
okay Scully, remember, I talked to him." She
nodded slowly and looked up.
"Can
you tell me how you feel?" Ken took her
hand and checked for her pulse as he waited.
"Tired. I haven't done anything, but I'm so tired."
"That's
to be expected Dana. You've suffered a major
trauma, both physically and emotionally; I need to examine you. Do you want Mulder to leave?"
"No." Ken looked over at Mulder, who nodded.
His
exam didn't take too long and Mulder managed to keep quiet even when her grip tightened
painfully when Ken palpated her abdomen. "Are
you still bleeding?"
"Some." Mulder closed his eyes, but nothing took away the
memory of that panic.
"When
is your next shot?"
"It's
past time." Mulder answered, "We
overslept."
"Okay,
I'll give it to you now."
"I
don't . . . I don't want it."
"I
understand Dana, but right now you need it. At
least for another couple of days. We're not
talking long term, but for now." He
administered the injection, then sat beside her on the bed again. "Can we talk a minute?"
She
looked up and both men saw the fright in her eyes. Mulder
joined her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Dana,
I did some research last night. I know you're
having a rough time, but you need to know what happened to you. You did nothing to cause what happened. Your body could not do what it had been asked to
do. You never felt it move." That wasn’t really a question.
She
shook her head and pushed her hair back with a trembling hand.
"It
wasn't a baby, Dana. I know emotionally you
can't feel that, but it is a fact and you need to hear it.
I know you're feeling guilty - that somehow you've let Mulder down. You need to know what he did for you."
"Ken
- "
"She
needs to know Mulder." Scully looked
between the two and straightened up in the bed.
"Tell
me."
"Dana,
what happened to you . . . it should have killed you.
To be technical, it did. We
lost you in the ER, you're a doctor, you know how it works.
We had shocked you twice and were getting ready to hit you a third time. Then Mulder cried out your name. I didn't know he was even in the room, if I had
known I'd have thrown him out - and I would have lost you.
Your heart started when he called for you, we weren't touching you."
She
looked up surprised, but Mulder wasn't looking at her.
"We got you stabilized enough to move you to the ICU, but then you
started bottoming out. We couldn't get your
blood pressure stabilized. I finally came out
and told Mulder there was nothing else we could do and he needed to call your family. He said there wasn't anyone and came to be with
you. He took hold of your hand and . . . and
Dana, you stabilized. I've never seen
anything like it, but I got him a chair and he didn't leave your side for two days."
This
time when he wouldn't look at her, she placed her hand against his cheek and turned him to
her. "Scully - "
"You
meant it." He nodded. Ken didn’t interrupt. "Why?"
"How
can you ask that?"
She
looked away then. After a moment Ken rose,
"Physically you're healing well Dana. Especially
considering what your body was asked to do. I'll
check back later." Mulder squeezed her
hand and rose to let the doctor out.
He
stepped outside the door with Ken. "When
can she travel? She needs to see her
mother."
Ken
thought for a minute, "Physically, at least a couple of days. Hell, maybe seeing her family can help her
emotional state."
"That's
what I was thinking, but I'm afraid to rush her."
"I
want her on the injections for the next twenty-four hours, then we can cut back and see
how things go. Are you thinking of driving or
flying?"
"Which
would be easier for her?" He glanced
back at the door, already anxious to check on her.
"Let
me think about it. Go on. Call me if you need me."
"Thanks." He headed back inside.
*****
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