Name: Never Enough
By: XfilesOstrich
Rating: PG:13 mostly, some parts may jump up to R for violence, I will warn
you ahead of time.
Time Frame: About 3 months after the end of season 9
Summary: Since all characters are now fugitives, they have to create a new life somewhere. Mulder and Scully, after hopping all over the country trying to avoid capture, moved to Bolivia where they are staying with some Catholic missionaries that Scully knew in grade school. Posing as a married couple, they are working for the mission, Scully as a doctor in the woman's clinic and Mulder as a handyman around the church. Doggett and Reyes are in Canada, and still in close contact with Skinner. I will jump back and forth between the two couples periodically.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Drats.
"Trinidad, tell Mrs. Villa that her twins seem nice and healthy, and that I'll see her back here in one month for a check up." The small, dark interpreter speaks in rapid Spanish to the obviously pregnant woman lying on the examining table.
"Gracias, doctora, Gracias," The woman pulls a coin out of her bra and presses it in Scully's hand.
"No, that's okay..."(looking around for Trinidad who has left the room)..."Um, no es nesesario." Scully tries. German had come easy in High School, but Spanish was a challenge. The woman replaces the coin and, smiling, leaves the office.
"Hola, mi muchacha," Scully hears Mulder's voice from behind. She turns to find him standing with his head in the window (a hole in the mud wall with no glass or screen, covered by a torn sheet. Today the sheet had been pulled aside to try and allow some breeze into the small, one roomed clinic. It wasn't helping.) Scully wiped sweat from behind her neck and walked over to talk to Mulder.
"That was my last patient for today, I just have to clean up and then I'll be coming home."
An hour later, they were sitting in their house, facing each other on the cot that served as a bed and a couch. Their whole home was just one room, with adobe walls and a curtain separating the room in two. The curtain was drawn back, but the rug that hung over their doorway was closed. Outside, Maria, an orphaned teenager, was cooking their dinner over the fireplace. She lived at the mission, and acts as a maid for Mulder and Scully in exchange for her room and board.
"I mean, theoretically we could stay here forever, provided they continue needing us. I'm just saying that this isn't my idea of 'happily ever after,'" Mulder said. As he spoke, he pulled one of Scully's bare feet into his lap and started massaging it absentmindedly. She grabbed one of his and returned the favor.
"I know what you mean...It's just, well, what else are we going to do? We both nearly died trying to hide in the US and it's too dangerous for us to join Doggett and Reyes in Canada. Maybe in a few years, when things have cooled off a little, we can move again. But right now our faces are plastered on the walls of every airport, train station and buss station, not to mention police station, in the US and probably Canada too. The fact that we were able to get here was a miracle, let's not ruin it. I don't want to loose you again." Tears started to form in Scully's eyes, but before Mulder could respond Maria came in with their dinner. Seeing that she was interrupting, she set the tray on the low table in the center of the room, (the only other furniture in their house) and left without saying anything. Mulder and Scully each sat on a rug on opposite sides of the table.
"Let's eat!" Mulder exclaimed. The way he said it made Scully smile. In an attempt at conversation, he asked, "How are things at the clinic?"
"It's not easy being around pregnant women and their babies. I assisted in a birth today...the woman named her son William...I started crying. It was kind of funny, Trinidad and Dr. Rogers just stared at me trying to figure out what was wrong."
"Did you explain it to them?" Mulder asked. He knew that she was trying not to let him see her pain. She thought she had learned to hide it from him, but every now and then she'd see a mother and child together, happy, laughing, and Mulder would see that look in her eyes...that far away look as if she was trying to picture William in his new family...trying to convince herself that what she did was right.
"No. Really, it's not so bad. I'm fine."
"You're fine."
"That's what I said."
"You realize that you never say 'I'm fine' unless you're really not."
Scully said nothing. Mulder just smiled. They changed the subject, and seemingly the topic was forgotten. But late that night, when she thought Mulder was asleep, Scully allowed herself to cry hot, almost silent tears into her pillow. He listened motionlessly for a moment, then, without saying anything, pulled her head onto his chest and stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
*** Starting over had been easier for Reyes and Doggett. They were renting a furnished two-bedroom apartment in Toronto. Reyes had managed to get a job at a local supermarket and Doggett had just put in an application for a security position at a bank. They had been fortunate enough to be left out of the America's Most Wanted profile. That didn't mean that they were safe, however. Someone had been following Reyes, and she found a threatening note stuck under her windshield wiper. "I know who you are" was all it had said. She brought it home and showed it to Doggett.
"So how long has this guy been following you?" He asked with a concerned look. "How come you didn't tell me sooner?"
They were sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but only one channel came in, and it was fuzzy. Right now it was muted.
"He's tried to follow me home from work a few times. I go a different way every day, and I've managed to loose him each time. It's not that big of a deal, really."
"Not that big of a deal? Monica, what if he plans on turning us in?"
"Okay, this note sort of makes it a big deal. Should I report him to the police?"
"No, we probably want as little contact with the police as possible. Just play it safe, okay? The bank called, and they want me to work there. I start next Monday. Why don't I drive you to work tomorrow, and I'll come pick you up. Maybe I can get a look at this guy."
"Okay. So you got the job? Congratulations."
"Yeah, but a lot of good it will do me if we have to move."
Reyes smiled and reached for his hand. "We're gonna be okay, really, we are." He squeezed back and said, "We'll see." A slightly awkward moment passed, and then she pulled her hand away slowly. In the three months since they had been on the road, they had come close to starting a romantic relationship...even kissed once. But they were both still uncomfortable in that area. They had feelings for each other, but didn't know what to do with them. Doggett excused himself and went off to his room.
By: XfilesOstrich
Rating: PG:13 mostly, some parts may jump up to R for violence, I will warn
you ahead of time.
Time Frame: About 3 months after the end of season 9
Summary: Since all characters are now fugitives, they have to create a new life somewhere. Mulder and Scully, after hopping all over the country trying to avoid capture, moved to Bolivia where they are staying with some Catholic missionaries that Scully knew in grade school. Posing as a married couple, they are working for the mission, Scully as a doctor in the woman's clinic and Mulder as a handyman around the church. Doggett and Reyes are in Canada, and still in close contact with Skinner. I will jump back and forth between the two couples periodically.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Drats.
"Trinidad, tell Mrs. Villa that her twins seem nice and healthy, and that I'll see her back here in one month for a check up." The small, dark interpreter speaks in rapid Spanish to the obviously pregnant woman lying on the examining table.
"Gracias, doctora, Gracias," The woman pulls a coin out of her bra and presses it in Scully's hand.
"No, that's okay..."(looking around for Trinidad who has left the room)..."Um, no es nesesario." Scully tries. German had come easy in High School, but Spanish was a challenge. The woman replaces the coin and, smiling, leaves the office.
"Hola, mi muchacha," Scully hears Mulder's voice from behind. She turns to find him standing with his head in the window (a hole in the mud wall with no glass or screen, covered by a torn sheet. Today the sheet had been pulled aside to try and allow some breeze into the small, one roomed clinic. It wasn't helping.) Scully wiped sweat from behind her neck and walked over to talk to Mulder.
"That was my last patient for today, I just have to clean up and then I'll be coming home."
An hour later, they were sitting in their house, facing each other on the cot that served as a bed and a couch. Their whole home was just one room, with adobe walls and a curtain separating the room in two. The curtain was drawn back, but the rug that hung over their doorway was closed. Outside, Maria, an orphaned teenager, was cooking their dinner over the fireplace. She lived at the mission, and acts as a maid for Mulder and Scully in exchange for her room and board.
"I mean, theoretically we could stay here forever, provided they continue needing us. I'm just saying that this isn't my idea of 'happily ever after,'" Mulder said. As he spoke, he pulled one of Scully's bare feet into his lap and started massaging it absentmindedly. She grabbed one of his and returned the favor.
"I know what you mean...It's just, well, what else are we going to do? We both nearly died trying to hide in the US and it's too dangerous for us to join Doggett and Reyes in Canada. Maybe in a few years, when things have cooled off a little, we can move again. But right now our faces are plastered on the walls of every airport, train station and buss station, not to mention police station, in the US and probably Canada too. The fact that we were able to get here was a miracle, let's not ruin it. I don't want to loose you again." Tears started to form in Scully's eyes, but before Mulder could respond Maria came in with their dinner. Seeing that she was interrupting, she set the tray on the low table in the center of the room, (the only other furniture in their house) and left without saying anything. Mulder and Scully each sat on a rug on opposite sides of the table.
"Let's eat!" Mulder exclaimed. The way he said it made Scully smile. In an attempt at conversation, he asked, "How are things at the clinic?"
"It's not easy being around pregnant women and their babies. I assisted in a birth today...the woman named her son William...I started crying. It was kind of funny, Trinidad and Dr. Rogers just stared at me trying to figure out what was wrong."
"Did you explain it to them?" Mulder asked. He knew that she was trying not to let him see her pain. She thought she had learned to hide it from him, but every now and then she'd see a mother and child together, happy, laughing, and Mulder would see that look in her eyes...that far away look as if she was trying to picture William in his new family...trying to convince herself that what she did was right.
"No. Really, it's not so bad. I'm fine."
"You're fine."
"That's what I said."
"You realize that you never say 'I'm fine' unless you're really not."
Scully said nothing. Mulder just smiled. They changed the subject, and seemingly the topic was forgotten. But late that night, when she thought Mulder was asleep, Scully allowed herself to cry hot, almost silent tears into her pillow. He listened motionlessly for a moment, then, without saying anything, pulled her head onto his chest and stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
*** Starting over had been easier for Reyes and Doggett. They were renting a furnished two-bedroom apartment in Toronto. Reyes had managed to get a job at a local supermarket and Doggett had just put in an application for a security position at a bank. They had been fortunate enough to be left out of the America's Most Wanted profile. That didn't mean that they were safe, however. Someone had been following Reyes, and she found a threatening note stuck under her windshield wiper. "I know who you are" was all it had said. She brought it home and showed it to Doggett.
"So how long has this guy been following you?" He asked with a concerned look. "How come you didn't tell me sooner?"
They were sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but only one channel came in, and it was fuzzy. Right now it was muted.
"He's tried to follow me home from work a few times. I go a different way every day, and I've managed to loose him each time. It's not that big of a deal, really."
"Not that big of a deal? Monica, what if he plans on turning us in?"
"Okay, this note sort of makes it a big deal. Should I report him to the police?"
"No, we probably want as little contact with the police as possible. Just play it safe, okay? The bank called, and they want me to work there. I start next Monday. Why don't I drive you to work tomorrow, and I'll come pick you up. Maybe I can get a look at this guy."
"Okay. So you got the job? Congratulations."
"Yeah, but a lot of good it will do me if we have to move."
Reyes smiled and reached for his hand. "We're gonna be okay, really, we are." He squeezed back and said, "We'll see." A slightly awkward moment passed, and then she pulled her hand away slowly. In the three months since they had been on the road, they had come close to starting a romantic relationship...even kissed once. But they were both still uncomfortable in that area. They had feelings for each other, but didn't know what to do with them. Doggett excused himself and went off to his room.