Title: The Next Day
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Down own them, never will, wish I did.
Summary: Ever wonder what the conversation the next day at work was like? Well this is my take on it. Post-ep Per Manum.
I could feel his eyes burning holes in the top of my head. I had spent all morning trying to avoid conversation with him, about anything really, but especially the one topic we probably needed to talk about the most. I heard him sigh for about the tenth time this hour and rubbed my forehead. I quickly glanced up and saw him staring right at me. I sighed, this time, and sat back in my chair. I couldn't concentrate with him staring at me anyways, so I decided to just get it over with. At least lunch was soon and I could escape him then.
We stared at each other for about a full minute before he finally broke the silence.
"You shouldn't have come to work today Agent Scully," he accused.
I blinked and responded with my usual "I'm fine."
He sighed. Yeah, Mulder didn't, doesn't, like that response either. I decided to give in and expand on my answer.
"My doctor says that everything's fine. I'm fine, and my baby's fine. Just like you said last night."
"Do you believe that?" It seemed like a simple question, but the meaning held so much more. "I mean, yesterday you didn't want to believe them. You said they switched that baby, and then used us to cover it up. Now you believe them?"
I looked at him long and hard. Well, I've come this far… "I have to believe them, Agent Doggett. I have to believe that God gave me this child, and he's going to keep it safe. Just like I have to believe that he's going to keep Mulder safe, and bring him back." He looked down for a moment, considering my words. He took a deep breath and replied.
"Then I'll believe that for you, too." I smiled, and he stood. "I'm famished. I'm going to go down the street to that little diner for lunch, would you like to join me?" I shook my head.
"No, thank-you. I think I'll just grab a bite to eat from the cafeteria. I have a lot of paperwork to do." My excuse was lame, but he seemed to sense that I wanted to be alone, so he left without a protest. After he was gone I swung around in my chair and looked at the poster on the wall. I looked at those four words, and thought about how they applied to this moment. "Yeah," I thought to myself as I placed a hand on my stomach, "I want to believe."
So what do you think? It was just a spur of the moment thing. Hope you liked it!