Part 1
He
heard her in the bushes. The sound was small,
but every sense in his body was focused on finding her.
He could almost smell her - that Scully scent. It was nearly hidden by the smell of fear. Scully was afraid; but even afraid, she'd been
able to take care of that animal. If he
wasn't dead already he would be soon. Now he
had to get to her, get her help.
There! "Scully!
Scully it's me. It's
Mulder." She didn't acknowledge him. Had she heard?
He moved quickly toward her and she crouched, trying to hide from him. Did she not realize it was him? "Scully."
He was close enough now to reach out to her.
His heart broke as she cringed from him.
"Scully let me help you."
He
reached out to help her to her feet, but stopped as she screamed. "No! Don't
touch me! I'll kill you again!"
His
eyes widened, she didn't know him. She was
trapped in the nightmare. What was she seeing
when she looked at him? "I'm going to
get you help Scully. Please, let me help
you." He slowly and carefully took her
upper arms in his hands. She screamed again
and arched, as though in agony, then collapsed completely limp to the ground. "Get me an ambulance!"
What
had that SOB done to her? He gathered her
into his arms and turned back toward the others.
"Mulder!" Skinner raced to his side as the EMTs took her
from him.
"He
hurt her." Mulder's voice was tight and
Skinner had to pull him out of the way so that they could work on her.
"He's
dead Mulder. He bled to death before they
could help him. She got him, Mulder, and you
found her."
"Not
in time. He should never have gotten his
hands on her in the first place. I was too
late. I didn't see - "
"Mulder,
stop it! You solved this case; we have
Scully. Give yourself some credit. Come on, let's get her out of here." The gurney couldn't roll over this ground; so all
four of them took hold of the stretcher and raced back to the ambulance.
They
barred him from the ambulance, but Skinner convinced him to follow, Skinner himself
driving.
*****
"Excuse
me sir, you can't go in there." A nurse
stopped him as he tried to enter her hospital room.
"I'm
her partner, Agent Mulder." He pulled
his ID from his pocket.
"Yes
sir, but you can't go in. The patient has
requested no visitors."
Mulder
just looked at her for a moment. "I'm
sure she didn't mean me. I need to see her;
see how she's doing."
"Fox
Mulder, right? I'm sorry, you can't go in. I can page her doctor for you, if you'd
like."
He
hesitated for a moment; she'd barred him from her room?
"Please, I need to talk to her doctor then." The nurse nodded and moved back behind the desk.
The
doctor arrived shortly and the nurse pointed out Mulder who was now pacing outside of her
room. "Agent Mulder?"
"Yes. What's going on?
Why am I not allowed in to see Agent Scully?"
"That's
my patient's decision."
"How
is she? What are her injuries, her
prognosis?"
"I
can't discuss my patient with you."
"She's
my partner; I'm listed as her next of kin. Is
she going to be okay?"
The
doctor glanced over the chart the nurse passed to him.
After a moment he looked up. "Her
injuries are not life threatening; however, her attacker brutalized her. Her physical trauma should heal normally."
"What
about...”
"She's
not able to talk about her ordeal yet. The
fact that she has demanded no visitors . . . I'm
concerned about the psychological damage." He
saw the fear in the younger man in front of him. "Give
her a little time Agent."
"What,
what are her injuries?"
"I
can't go into detail but . . . she was tortured. Agent
Mulder?" He reached out to the man as he
swayed and reached for the wall. "Would you like to sit down?"
Mulder
shook his head. He could see . . . Scully had
autopsied some of his previous victims. What
was this going to do to her? He needed to
see her, see that she was healing, let her see him and know he was here for her. And how sorry he was that he had gotten her
involved; allowed her to be taken.
"Why
don't you go back to your room Agent Mulder? Take
a shower; try to get some sleep. You look like you could use some. Maybe she'll be more herself tomorrow."
Mulder
glanced over at the closed door once more. Finally
he nodded. "This is my cell phone
number. Call me if there's any change."
"We'll
take care of her Agent Mulder."
He
nodded and after a moment headed for the elevator. He
looked back once as the doors opened, then left the floor.
He
called the hospital again when he reached the hotel.
No change. The shower didn't
make him feel clean but he wasn't sure anything would.
He sprawled on the bed, surfing through the channels. He kept glancing at the phone. Why wouldn't she see him? Did she blame him for everything? She had every right to, but he needed to talk to
her. He finally drifted off with the TV on.
Mulder
woke gasping a couple of hours later, her name on his lips.
He lay there, getting his breath back, letting the sweat dry on his chest. He could remember the dream in vivid detail. She'd lived though; she'd survived - now he had to
be with her. This was ridiculous. She needed support and no one wanted to give her
support more than he did.
The
next day was the same. She absolutely refused
all visitors and he was ready to pull a gun on the entire medical staff. "Agent Mulder, believe me, she knows you're
here. Everyone on the floor knows you're
here. Now I'm sorry, truly I am, but Miss
Scully has asked that no one be allowed in. That's
the end of it."
"She
needs me."
"To
be honest sir, it looks more like you need her. Now
I'm sorry, but you have to leave. If you
like, I can have Dr. Straughn call you after he sees her today." She actually took a step back from the look he
shot her. He didn't speak, just returned to
the elevator.
Skinner
had returned to DC. He was alone in the city
and she wouldn't let him help her. Hell, she
wouldn't let him near her. He felt as lost
and alone as . . . Damn it! Damn it all!
*****
When
the elevator opened, he headed once again for the nurses' desk. He didn't have a whole lot of hope; they hadn't
let him in any other day, but he couldn't stay away.
Even if she couldn't admit it, she needed him and the woman had been right,
he sure as hell needed her. He stopped in his
tracks when he saw that her door was open. He
didn't hesitate, moving immediately toward the room.
It
was empty, the bed stripped. He nearly
collided with the nurse on his way out. "Where
is she? Where's Agent Scully?"
"You
need to lower your voice Agent Mulder. We
have sick people on this floor."
"Fine! You want me to be quiet, tell me what I need to
know." He took hold of her arm.
"I've
already paged Dr. Straughn. Let go of me or
I'll call Security."
"Just
tell me what I - "
"Agent
Mulder, release Nurse Adams." Dr.
Straughn barked at him, "I'm here; if you have questions, talk to me."
"Where's
Scully!"
"She
left."
"Left? She was well enough to leave the hospital?"
"No. She signed herself out against medical
advice."
"Against
. . . where did she go? She couldn't have
gotten far alone."
"She
wasn't alone."
"Wasn't
. . . who was with her?"
"I'm
afraid I don't know him. We were never
introduced."
"Him?" The hairs on the back of his neck were on end. She'd left with a man? What man? She
refused to speak, to even see him, yet she
leaves with . . . "Can you describe
him?"
"Big
man, taller than you, short hair. I really
didn't see him that well, just from behind helping her to the elevator."
"How
long ago did they leave?"
The
doctor glanced down at his watch, "Hour-and-a-half, maybe two hours."
Mulder
turned without a word and headed for the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He stopped at the hotel long enough to throw his
clothes in his suitcase and raced to the airport.
He
caught the first plane to DC and lost no time getting to her apartment. There was no sign of her, but he let himself into
her place anyway. She hadn't been here. The place had a closed-in smell and there was a
fine layer of dust over everything.
Where
the hell was she and who did she leave with? Had
it been on her own? Had some man forced her
to sign herself out? Damn it! Where was she!
He slammed his hand into the door and was startled back as it opened
suddenly. He reached for his gun.
"Fox? What are you - "
"Mrs.
Scully. I . . . I was looking for
Scully."
"She's
not here."
"Do
you know where she is? The hospital said she
signed herself out against orders. And that
she wasn't alone. I don't know if she was
taken, but I've got to find her. If you know
anything . . . ”
Maggie
shook her head, not speaking.
"Have
you talked to her since . . . ”
"Fox,
I -"
"You
have. You know where she is."
"No. Not exactly.
Fox, she's not ready . . . she can't talk to you yet." She wanted to reach out to him but he stepped back
away from her, pulling his emotions in and clamping them down tight.
"She
blames me. Mrs. Scully, I . . . Is she going
to be okay?"
"I
don't know Fox. She won't see me
either."
He
gave her a brief nod. "I don't want to
push her. If you, if you talk to her, will
you tell her . . . never mind." He
turned away and let himself out of her apartment without another word.
Maggie
sank down onto the couch. Bad decisions were
being made. These two needed each other for
both to heal. She shouldn’t have allowed
anyone to talk her into this arrangement. Well,
maybe it wasn't too late to change that.
She
quickly packed the supplies Dana had requested and headed home.
*****
He
had returned to his apartment as well. He
dropped his suitcase at the door and stood undecided as to which way to move. He wasn't hungry.
He couldn't imagine ever being hungry again.
He was tired; he was so tired, he envisioned sinking onto his couch and
never rising again. But he didn't want to
sleep - no the nightmares he'd been experiencing had convinced him of that. Now that she was 'away' with some man . . . Mrs.
Scully wasn't worried.
Was
this some man who had been in the picture for some time?
Someone she approved of? At
least someone better for Scully than him.
He
realized he was still standing by the door and forced himself into the bathroom to splash
some water on his face. He stripped down in
there and pulled on his robe. He had no
desire to go to the office.
He
sank onto the couch and found the remote in his hand.
He turned the TV on, but didn't even bother to surf, coming in on some movie
that didn't matter.
He
woke with a start; once again calling for her, sweat dripping into his eyes. That last autopsy, the one he'd rushed her through
- he'd seen what this man did to his victims. He
kept seeing the body on that table, but the face was hers.
She
wasn't dead. She'd managed to escape and
she'd killed the man - before he could rescue her.
*****
She
was glad she wasn't driving when she spotted the man leaving the bar. Her head turned automatically, tracking the man. It was
him. He didn't look good. She should have checked on him earlier. "Maggie, are you okay?"
"What? Oh yes. I
just saw someone I know."
Gladys
raised her eyebrow. "Around here?"
Maggie
gave a sad chuckle. "That's what's worrying me."
*****
She
was at his door first thing the next morning. She
knocked for nearly five minutes before she heard movement.
"I don't want any!"
"Fox,
it's Maggie Scully. Please let me in."
The
door flew open. "Mrs. Scully? Is everything okay?
Is she . . . ”
"May
I come in?"
"Of
course." He led her into his living room
and quickly emptied a chair for her to sit. He
wanted to know what had brought her here, but didn't know how to ask.
She
was observing him and not happy about what she was seeing.
The man just didn't look well. In
the months Dana had been gone he had lost weight and there were lines around his eyes, but
it was the air of resignation that seemed to emanate from him that bothered her most. "I saw you last night. You were leaving a bar."
"Which
one?"
"Fox,
don't. Are you drinking?"
He
gave her a lopsided grin. "Well, my
tolerance has gone up."
"Fox." She shook her head.
No, he didn't look well at all, maybe he was hung over now, but it looked
like a natural state. She had never been to
his apartment before, but surely it didn’t always look like this.
He
decided to take the plunge, and throw his pride to the wind. "How is she doing Mrs. Scully? Is she working?"
"I
haven't seen her; but I've heard she's doing very well."
"Good,
that's good. I was hoping . . . ”
"How
are you doing, Fox?"
He
shrugged, not willing to comment and unable to lie, not to this woman. She looked away for a moment. "I shouldn’t have bothered you. I just . . . when I saw you last night I was, I
got concerned. It's none of my business,
you're a grown man - "
"Mrs.
Scully, I'm flattered that you cared enough to check on me."
"Oh
Fox, I do care."
"If
you talk to her, could you tell her . . . No, I'm sorry.
Look, there's some place I need to be.
I need to shower and . . . ”
It
was a lie and she knew it, but it was too painful having her here. She nodded and rose. "Fox, call me sometime."
He
tried to smile but made no promise. She
squeezed his hand and left the apartment without another word. She got in her car and sat deep in thought. Her decision made, she started the engine and
hurried to her home. She threw some clothes
in a suitcase and returned to the car.
*****
She
knocked on the door impatiently.
"Coming! Just a minute.
What . . . I didn't know you were coming out here." He looked damned uncomfortable that she had.
"I
have to see Dana." She moved into the
house.
"She's
sleeping."
"I
won't wake her, but I need to see her." She
moved toward the stairs.
"No,
down here. We turned the den into a
bedroom." That caused her to pause, but
she turned to follow him. He opened the door
and allowed her past him. Her hand flew to
her mouth as she took in her daughter's appearance. She
was drawn into a tight ball, tense even in sleep. She
had obviously lost weight and her hair was longer and lank, lifeless. Her hands were fisted at her side and dark circles
under her eyes were the most predominate feature of her face.
She
turned and left the room, waiting for him to join her.
"Why didn't you tell me? Bill,
why didn't you call me! She's down here
because she can’t climb the stairs, isn't she. I
should have been here!"
"Mom,
she is doing better. She's back with her
first love, medicine. She's away from the
FBI, she's away from him."
"And
she's dying from it! Bill can you not see? There's
a walker in her room. How is she practicing medicine if she can't
walk?"
"She
can walk, she just feels a little steadier with the walker sometimes. She's doing more teaching right now, but she's -
"
"Bill,
I don't know if you're lying to yourself or to me. I
don't care right now. Dana needs help." She turned to the phone.
"Mom,
talk to her. She'll tell you - "
"Bill,
would you please get my suitcase out of the car?"
He
commanded men, but this woman didn't care. She
was his mother and had been trained well in command herself by his father. He turned toward the door.
As
soon as he stepped outside she picked up the phone and dialed. "This is Fox Mulder. Leave a message after the beep."
"Fox,
this is Maggie Scully. I need you to call me
as soon as you get this - “ She heard the receiver being picked up.
"Mrs.
Scully? What's wrong?"
"Oh
Fox, I've made a terrible mistake. Dana needs
you. She's not doing well at all."
"Where
are you?"
"San
Diego. Dana's been staying with Bill and
Tara."
That
caused a chill up Mulder's spine. Bill? "I'll be there as soon as I can. Mrs. Scully, thank you." He hung up before she could speak, the thoughts of
being AWOL not giving him a moment's pause. Maggie
could feel herself relaxing for the first time since she'd seen Dana. Trite as it sounded, it felt like help was on the
way.
Dana
was able to join the family for dinner and didn't use the walker, though she took it slow. Maggie refrained from telling anyone about her
phone call. No reason to give anyone time to
create excuses. Following dinner, everyone
sat in the living room, watching Matthew play and talking.
The subject of Dana's health was avoided, though she did say that the
teaching was going well and her new colleagues had been very supportive.
By
8:30, it was obvious to Maggie that Dana was exhausted.
She took her daughter's hand. "Dana,
jet lag is beginning to get to me. Would you
mind terribly if I went on up to bed?"
Scully
tried to hide her relief. "I think that
would be a good idea Mom. I might go ahead
and turn in myself."
"Probably
a good idea as well. Bill, Tara, dinner was
excellent. I'll see you all in the
morning." She rose and went upstairs. Her hands twitched to help Dana get ready for bed,
but knew that she would be rebuffed. She
listened to the sounds of the house as everyone went off to bed. Matthew was put down; the TV in the master bedroom
came on for a short while, then was turned off.
She
couldn’t sleep. After tossing and
turning for another half hour, she finally rose. Maybe
a cup of herbal tea would help. And she knew
she really wanted to look in on Dana again. She
was so far away from everyone else, who would hear if she needed something during the
night. Bill had meant well, Maggie was sure
of that but . . . but his own interests had clouded his judgment.
She
made her way quietly downstairs and had turned toward the kitchen when she heard the knock
on the door. She glanced at her watch, nearly
midnight. Who would . . . but as a military
wife she was used to middle of the night wake ups.
Maggie
glanced through the sidelight of the door and gasped, pulling the door open. "Fox? How
did you get here so quickly?"
"I
pulled in a few favors. How is she?"
She
took his hand and pulled him into the living room, shutting the door silently behind them. "Fox, I must apologize to you. Things would not have gotten to this point if I
had . . . if I had not listened to the wrong people.
Everyone had Dana's best interests at heart; you need to believe that."
"Where
is she? Why are we - "
"I
need to prepare you, Fox. She . . . her
physical appearance - "
"Please
Mrs. Scully." She nodded and rose. He followed closely and was surprised to find them
heading toward the back of the house, though he kept quiet.
She opened the door to Scully's room and stepped aside. A nightlight burned on the dresser - Scully had
never used one before - but it enabled him to see her clearly and to fully understand what
Mrs. Scully had been trying to warn him about.
He
started for the bed and Mrs. Scully put her hand on his arm and whispered. "Don't wake her Fox."
"I
won't. Why don't you go on to bed Mrs.
Scully? I'll be here."
"Fox,
you can't sleep in that chair."
"I
don't plan to sleep." She nodded at that
and watched as he took Dana's hand into his own. It
had to be her imagination, but it seemed that the woman on the bed relaxed slightly at the
touch. No, that wasn't possible, but the
frown was gone from her face; that was no illusion. Maggie
turned back to the door, she wasn't needed in here.
"Mrs.
Scully? Thanks." She nodded but didn't turn back; there was no
reason for him to see her tears. She closed
the door behind her and went back upstairs. She'd
be able to sleep now.
*****
Part 2