Title: With This Tear
Author: mercury_999
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Category: Angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CC, 1013, and FOX...
Distribution: Please ask first, but I'll always say yes :)
Summary: Scully gets a call during the night.
Feedback: mercury_999@hotmail.com
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The call came at 3:32 AM. Its shrill ring pierced the heavy silence
that hung in my bedroom. I rolled onto my side and reached for
the phone. There was only one person who would call at this hour;
and I knew it couldn't be him.
The next few minutes passed in a blur. I can only remember
throwing the phone down onto its cradle, pushing the covers off
my bed and jumping up. I pushed my wave of fear down, grabbed
my coat and keys and ran out of my apartment.
Only after I got into my car and was speeding through the vacant
streets, did I let Skinner's words sink in. He told me that they had
found him. He also said that he didn't think it was a good idea for
me to go to the hospital. The baby kicked, and I glanced down at
my lap. I was still wearing my pajamas.
I reached the hospital within fifteen minutes of the call. I parked
my car and rushed to the door. Immediately dismissing the look
the nurse on duty gave me, I pushed the door to the Emergency
Room open. She called behind me that I couldn't go in there. Try
to stop me.
I jogged toward the patient rooms and saw Skinner standing in the
hallway with several people wearing uniforms and trench coats.
"Where is he?" I demanded.
"Scully, I told you not to come," he said tensely. "Will you excuse
us?" He asked the officer he had been talking to.
"Don't bother," I replied curtly, looking at the closed door beside
him. I walked over to it and pushed it open. No one tried to stop
me as I reached the motionless figure lying in the bed. The room
was in darkness; the only light streaming in through the cracks
between the blinds. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught
in my throat.
The weak rhythm of the heart monitor mixed with the occasional
sounds of the other medical equipment, alerted me of his
condition. I walked over to the bed and peered at his face. A
single tear made a path down his cheek, glistening in the scarce
light. One of his eyes was swollen shut, while the other was open
only a crack. Dark black bruises covered his cheeks and jaw line.
On his cheeks, nose and brow there were several stitches, and a
bandage was wrapped around his forehead. His lips were swollen
and cut, and dried blood was matted into his hair. I leaned over
him and carefully wiped the tear away with my fingers. His lips
moved and he struggled to wake up.
"Shh, Mulder," I whispered softly. He opened his eye and stared
at me, breaking the delicate membrane that held his tears.
"Scu-" He gasped.
"It's all right, Mulder. I'm here now," I said softly, rolling the
blankets back to find his hand. His entire arm was exposed by the
short sleeved hospital gown. The skin was shades of black, and his
wrist had a thick bandage on it. I took his fragile hand, then sat
down on the bed. I entwined my fingers with his, and he
attempted to squeeze my hand.
The baby kicked again, and this time I moved both of our hands to
my abdomen. As his fingers brushed across it, he narrowed his eye
slightly. I leaned over him and pressed my lips against his
forehead for a long, soothing moment. Only then did I let my
relief hit me, and from behind my closed eyes, tears slid down my
cheeks.
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FINIS
mercury_999@hotmail.com
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Author: mercury_999
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Category: Angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CC, 1013, and FOX...
Distribution: Please ask first, but I'll always say yes :)
Summary: Scully gets a call during the night.
Feedback: mercury_999@hotmail.com
XxXxX
The call came at 3:32 AM. Its shrill ring pierced the heavy silence
that hung in my bedroom. I rolled onto my side and reached for
the phone. There was only one person who would call at this hour;
and I knew it couldn't be him.
The next few minutes passed in a blur. I can only remember
throwing the phone down onto its cradle, pushing the covers off
my bed and jumping up. I pushed my wave of fear down, grabbed
my coat and keys and ran out of my apartment.
Only after I got into my car and was speeding through the vacant
streets, did I let Skinner's words sink in. He told me that they had
found him. He also said that he didn't think it was a good idea for
me to go to the hospital. The baby kicked, and I glanced down at
my lap. I was still wearing my pajamas.
I reached the hospital within fifteen minutes of the call. I parked
my car and rushed to the door. Immediately dismissing the look
the nurse on duty gave me, I pushed the door to the Emergency
Room open. She called behind me that I couldn't go in there. Try
to stop me.
I jogged toward the patient rooms and saw Skinner standing in the
hallway with several people wearing uniforms and trench coats.
"Where is he?" I demanded.
"Scully, I told you not to come," he said tensely. "Will you excuse
us?" He asked the officer he had been talking to.
"Don't bother," I replied curtly, looking at the closed door beside
him. I walked over to it and pushed it open. No one tried to stop
me as I reached the motionless figure lying in the bed. The room
was in darkness; the only light streaming in through the cracks
between the blinds. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught
in my throat.
The weak rhythm of the heart monitor mixed with the occasional
sounds of the other medical equipment, alerted me of his
condition. I walked over to the bed and peered at his face. A
single tear made a path down his cheek, glistening in the scarce
light. One of his eyes was swollen shut, while the other was open
only a crack. Dark black bruises covered his cheeks and jaw line.
On his cheeks, nose and brow there were several stitches, and a
bandage was wrapped around his forehead. His lips were swollen
and cut, and dried blood was matted into his hair. I leaned over
him and carefully wiped the tear away with my fingers. His lips
moved and he struggled to wake up.
"Shh, Mulder," I whispered softly. He opened his eye and stared
at me, breaking the delicate membrane that held his tears.
"Scu-" He gasped.
"It's all right, Mulder. I'm here now," I said softly, rolling the
blankets back to find his hand. His entire arm was exposed by the
short sleeved hospital gown. The skin was shades of black, and his
wrist had a thick bandage on it. I took his fragile hand, then sat
down on the bed. I entwined my fingers with his, and he
attempted to squeeze my hand.
The baby kicked again, and this time I moved both of our hands to
my abdomen. As his fingers brushed across it, he narrowed his eye
slightly. I leaned over him and pressed my lips against his
forehead for a long, soothing moment. Only then did I let my
relief hit me, and from behind my closed eyes, tears slid down my
cheeks.
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FINIS
mercury_999@hotmail.com
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