Title: Choices- Part 1
Author: Kimberly Warner
E-Mail: KimbearlySue@aol.com
Rating: PG
Category: MSR
Spoilers: Requiem, All Things, and anything in Season 8 is fair game.
Summary: Scully has her baby and Mulder is returned to her, but what will the consequences be?
Notes: I am yet another fic write who named Scully's baby Samantha. Perhaps I will change it in the future, but this is the baby's name, so don't complain! Please R&R- I really love feedback :)
Disclaimer: All characters et. al. belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I am merely borrowing them for the time being.
Choices
"Mom...I don't think he's ever coming back to me..." A very pregnant, very distraught Dana Scully sobbed into the phone.
"Dana?" Her mother asked, wondering why her daughter would suddenly call like this. It was so unlike her to be anything but the strong, willful woman Maggie was used to. "Why, Dana, what are you talking about? Of course Fox will come back...you'll find him. What brought this on?"
Except for the somewhat subdued sound of crying, there was momentary silence on the end of the line. "It's been almost six months. Six months and all we've found are blind leads and dead ends...and no Mulder. I thought we would have found something by now. And I'm going to have this baby any day now...it's just hard. I wanted him here...I need him here...I miss him."
Maggie Scully hurt for her daughter more than anyone and knew how alone she must feel; it wasn't fair that Dana had to suffer like this, but deep inside she silently agreed that Fox was never going to be returned. "Dana, please believe me...everything will be ok. One way or another things will work out. You don't have to go through this alone. I'll be with you no matter what." She hoped her assurances would help calm her daughter.
"Oh Mom," Scully sucked in a breath, trying to control her tears, "I'd give anything to have him back...*anything*. I never thought I'd say that...but I've felt so...hopeless lately. There's nothing I can do. I've done so much trying to find him and it just hasn't been enough."
*At least she'll have this baby, even if she doesn't have Fox*, Maggie thought. Instead of saying that she said, "I know you love him very much...Fox would be so proud to know you've worked so hard looking for him."
Suddenly, Maggie heard her daughter gasp and the sound of something crashing to the floor.
"Dana?! Oh my God, Dana? What happened? Are you alright?! Dana?" Her heart leapt out of her chest in fear.
"Mom?" Scully suddenly returned to the phone, her voice sounding pained."Oh, Mom...you need to get over here...now," she said urgently, "I just...I'm going to have the baby."
"Oh my God, I'll be right there...don't worry honey...everything's okay."
Maggie hung up in such a hurry and Scully was so distracted by her labor pains that neither woman noticed the sound of a third phone hanging up in the background.
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Twenty hours and twelve minutes later, Dana Scully lay in a hospital bed holding her newborn baby daughter, Samantha Margaret Scully. Her mom sat near the bed, and on the nightstand there were already several bouquets of flowers, some of which were from Assistant Director Skinner and the Lone Gunmen. Despite her earlier sadness, Scully's face radiated contentment as she looked down at her new daughter. It was a look of pure love and an amazement at the miracle that she now held in her arms. Nothing could have prepared her for the wonderful feelings she was experiencing.
Samantha was pure perfection in her mother's eyes. Ten fingers, ten toes...two perfect, tiny feet and two adorable hands. Her pink and wrinkly newborn skin was like silk to Scully's touch; in her eyes this had to be the most beautiful baby in the world. There had been moments during her pregnancy when Scully had worried whether or not this baby would be...normal. She had secretly feared that her baby wouldn't be quite entirely human. After all, she had thought that she could never have children, and even after numerous confirmations, she had still found it hard to believe. There had to be some catch, something to make this little miracle not quite what she seemed to be, but as Scully looked into her daughter's face, all her previous fears were assuaged. Samantha was a beautiful miracle.
"She's...perfect," Scully whispered, as if not to disturb the serenity of the moment. *If only Mulder was here...* tiny tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.
Her mom smiled softly and reached out to gently brush the baby's downy red hair with the tips of her fingers. "She's beautiful. She looks just like you did when you were a baby."
"Really?" Scully returned her Mom's smile.
Maggie nodded and continued to stroke Samantha's hair. The three remained like that for several minutes, in completely peaceful silence, until a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Scully called, careful not to disturb the sleeping Samantha.
The door to the hospital room opened and in stepped a doctor; he was tall, perhaps in his middle forties, his auburn hair streaked with gray. Around his eyes and mouth were tiny wrinkles that made Scully think that, under normal circumstances, this man was in a generally good mood and very friendly...the look he portrayed now told her otherwise.
"Ms. Scully?" He asked, looking at what she assumed was her chart, his voice sounded concerned.
"Yes?" She somehow kept the fear from her voice as millions of worries flashed through her mind. *Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...what's wrong? Is it Samantha?* Concern showed on the doctor's face and a cold knot of fear formed in her stomach at the possibilities of what it could mean. "What is it, doctor? Is something wrong with the baby?"
"Your baby?" He looked perplexed. A brief smile flashed across his face, but disappeared in an instant. "Oh no, nothing is wrong with your baby...she's perfectly healthy."
"What is it, then?" Maggie suddenly piped in.
The no-name doctor flipped through some pages on the chart and then looked squarely into Scully's face. "Several hours ago an unidentified man was found comatose on a gurney in our ER. He carried nothing except this I.D.," he handed the I.D. to Scully as he talked, "and an unsigned note saying that we were to contact an Agent Dana Scully, yourself, and notify you of his arrival..."
The doctor was still speaking, but Scully couldn't hear him. She was too busy staring at the I.D. in her hands...it's shiny laminated picture of an attractive brown-haired man, the face and signature below it so familiar to her that she would recognize it anywhere. The I.D. that identified the wearer as special agent Fox Mulder of the FBI.
"Mom," Scully said faintly, "Mom...take Samantha...please..." She could barely find words enough to speak, but her Mom unquestioningly did as her daughter asked.
"Where is he?" She asked as she climbed from the hospital bed. She felt weak, but not even death could stop Dana Scully from finding her partner now.
To Be Continued...
Author: Kimberly Warner
E-Mail: KimbearlySue@aol.com
Rating: PG
Category: MSR
Spoilers: Requiem, All Things, and anything in Season 8 is fair game.
Summary: Scully has her baby and Mulder is returned to her, but what will the consequences be?
Notes: I am yet another fic write who named Scully's baby Samantha. Perhaps I will change it in the future, but this is the baby's name, so don't complain! Please R&R- I really love feedback :)
Disclaimer: All characters et. al. belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I am merely borrowing them for the time being.
Choices
"Mom...I don't think he's ever coming back to me..." A very pregnant, very distraught Dana Scully sobbed into the phone.
"Dana?" Her mother asked, wondering why her daughter would suddenly call like this. It was so unlike her to be anything but the strong, willful woman Maggie was used to. "Why, Dana, what are you talking about? Of course Fox will come back...you'll find him. What brought this on?"
Except for the somewhat subdued sound of crying, there was momentary silence on the end of the line. "It's been almost six months. Six months and all we've found are blind leads and dead ends...and no Mulder. I thought we would have found something by now. And I'm going to have this baby any day now...it's just hard. I wanted him here...I need him here...I miss him."
Maggie Scully hurt for her daughter more than anyone and knew how alone she must feel; it wasn't fair that Dana had to suffer like this, but deep inside she silently agreed that Fox was never going to be returned. "Dana, please believe me...everything will be ok. One way or another things will work out. You don't have to go through this alone. I'll be with you no matter what." She hoped her assurances would help calm her daughter.
"Oh Mom," Scully sucked in a breath, trying to control her tears, "I'd give anything to have him back...*anything*. I never thought I'd say that...but I've felt so...hopeless lately. There's nothing I can do. I've done so much trying to find him and it just hasn't been enough."
*At least she'll have this baby, even if she doesn't have Fox*, Maggie thought. Instead of saying that she said, "I know you love him very much...Fox would be so proud to know you've worked so hard looking for him."
Suddenly, Maggie heard her daughter gasp and the sound of something crashing to the floor.
"Dana?! Oh my God, Dana? What happened? Are you alright?! Dana?" Her heart leapt out of her chest in fear.
"Mom?" Scully suddenly returned to the phone, her voice sounding pained."Oh, Mom...you need to get over here...now," she said urgently, "I just...I'm going to have the baby."
"Oh my God, I'll be right there...don't worry honey...everything's okay."
Maggie hung up in such a hurry and Scully was so distracted by her labor pains that neither woman noticed the sound of a third phone hanging up in the background.
***********************
Twenty hours and twelve minutes later, Dana Scully lay in a hospital bed holding her newborn baby daughter, Samantha Margaret Scully. Her mom sat near the bed, and on the nightstand there were already several bouquets of flowers, some of which were from Assistant Director Skinner and the Lone Gunmen. Despite her earlier sadness, Scully's face radiated contentment as she looked down at her new daughter. It was a look of pure love and an amazement at the miracle that she now held in her arms. Nothing could have prepared her for the wonderful feelings she was experiencing.
Samantha was pure perfection in her mother's eyes. Ten fingers, ten toes...two perfect, tiny feet and two adorable hands. Her pink and wrinkly newborn skin was like silk to Scully's touch; in her eyes this had to be the most beautiful baby in the world. There had been moments during her pregnancy when Scully had worried whether or not this baby would be...normal. She had secretly feared that her baby wouldn't be quite entirely human. After all, she had thought that she could never have children, and even after numerous confirmations, she had still found it hard to believe. There had to be some catch, something to make this little miracle not quite what she seemed to be, but as Scully looked into her daughter's face, all her previous fears were assuaged. Samantha was a beautiful miracle.
"She's...perfect," Scully whispered, as if not to disturb the serenity of the moment. *If only Mulder was here...* tiny tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.
Her mom smiled softly and reached out to gently brush the baby's downy red hair with the tips of her fingers. "She's beautiful. She looks just like you did when you were a baby."
"Really?" Scully returned her Mom's smile.
Maggie nodded and continued to stroke Samantha's hair. The three remained like that for several minutes, in completely peaceful silence, until a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Scully called, careful not to disturb the sleeping Samantha.
The door to the hospital room opened and in stepped a doctor; he was tall, perhaps in his middle forties, his auburn hair streaked with gray. Around his eyes and mouth were tiny wrinkles that made Scully think that, under normal circumstances, this man was in a generally good mood and very friendly...the look he portrayed now told her otherwise.
"Ms. Scully?" He asked, looking at what she assumed was her chart, his voice sounded concerned.
"Yes?" She somehow kept the fear from her voice as millions of worries flashed through her mind. *Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...what's wrong? Is it Samantha?* Concern showed on the doctor's face and a cold knot of fear formed in her stomach at the possibilities of what it could mean. "What is it, doctor? Is something wrong with the baby?"
"Your baby?" He looked perplexed. A brief smile flashed across his face, but disappeared in an instant. "Oh no, nothing is wrong with your baby...she's perfectly healthy."
"What is it, then?" Maggie suddenly piped in.
The no-name doctor flipped through some pages on the chart and then looked squarely into Scully's face. "Several hours ago an unidentified man was found comatose on a gurney in our ER. He carried nothing except this I.D.," he handed the I.D. to Scully as he talked, "and an unsigned note saying that we were to contact an Agent Dana Scully, yourself, and notify you of his arrival..."
The doctor was still speaking, but Scully couldn't hear him. She was too busy staring at the I.D. in her hands...it's shiny laminated picture of an attractive brown-haired man, the face and signature below it so familiar to her that she would recognize it anywhere. The I.D. that identified the wearer as special agent Fox Mulder of the FBI.
"Mom," Scully said faintly, "Mom...take Samantha...please..." She could barely find words enough to speak, but her Mom unquestioningly did as her daughter asked.
"Where is he?" She asked as she climbed from the hospital bed. She felt weak, but not even death could stop Dana Scully from finding her partner now.
To Be Continued...