Maggie

Part 1

by Trycee

Time Line: Post IWTB

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

"Who the hell would be calling at this time of night?", Mulder yelled, pulling a pillow over his ears.

Scully awoke with a jolt, and tried to adjust her eyes to the dark as Mulder flopped around angrily next to her in the bed. The ringing of the phone bounced around the room loudly.

"What the hell?", he yelled though it came out muffled from the pillows.

Scully reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone. "Scully," she said groggily.

"Dana..."

She set up on her side of the bed trying to press her ear to the phone as Mulder mumbled next to her. "Who is this?"

"It's Charles. Sorry to wake you both but Dana...you need to get to the hospital. Mom was just admitted. She called her neighbor Mrs. Marshall who rushed over to her house and found her passed out."

"Charles," she spoke, her voice breaking. "Is she okay?"

"She's alive...She had a minor heart attack, Dana. Her neighbor is with her at Saint Agnes in the Cardiovascular ward. I'm on the next flight there. Dana, you need to get to mom ASAP!"

"I'm on my way!", she said, slamming down the phone.

Mulder jumped up. He could barely make out Scully in the dark. "What now?", he groaned, turning on the lamp.

He could see the color drained out of her face. "Scully, what's wrong?"

"My mom's in the hospital, Mulder."

Before he could respond, she rushed into the bathroom. He jumped up and ran in after her. He watched as she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth.

"Where at?", he asked.

"At Saint Agnes", she said numbly as she hurriedly brushed her hair. "She had a small heart attack."

Mulder touched her shoulder but she pulled away from him. "We need to hurry. Charles is coming on the next flight in..."

Mulder nodded and raced back into the bedroom. He dressed quickly and gathered two mugs of steaming coffee as he waited for Scully. He knew she was trying to calm herself, trying to maintain control as she dressed quickly and gathered her keys, her purse and her coat. She locked the front door, and the cold December air drifted and stung her on the face as she raced to the car. Mulder rubbed his frozen fingers as he defrosted the ice covered windshield with the heat on full blast. He looked over to Scully but she had had her eyes covered with her hand, trying to stop the tears from flowing. He put the car in reverse and drove the car back until he reached the large gate. He quickly opened it and guided the car through the opening and then locked it securely. He then pulled out onto the dirt road and pressed hard on the gas, speeding off into the dark.

After a four hour drive to Baltimore, Mulder pulled up to the Emergency Chest Pain entrance of the small Catholic hospital and as soon as he was near the front door, Scully shot out of the car before he could shut off the engine, running towards the admissions desk. "I'm Dr. Scully, my mother was admitted here."

"Her name?', the attendant asking, turning to the computer screen to type.

"Margaret Scully."

She waited impatiently as the computer slowly retrieved the information. "Follow the signs...She's still in the Emergency Chest Pain area ."

"Thanks," she said, quickly, turning back to the entrance where she spotted Mulder racing in. "Follow me," she yelled, racing ahead of him.

He caught up to her and they raced down the halls, and bounding down the steps. She breezed past the doctors and nurses, flowing through each corridor, frantically searching for her mother. After screaming at the triage nurse she found her mother's room but stopped in her tracks as she focused on the weakened face of Maggie, connected to a breathing apparatus, with a heart monitor and an I.V with fluids draining into her body.

Scully turned to see the neighbor standing next to her. The elderly gray haired woman placed a paper thin hand on top of hers. "Dana, she's in a coma right now," she said softly.

Scully could feel her knees buckle but then she felt Mulder standing close behind her, gripping her shoulders. She leaned into him for support. "Mrs...", she managed to say.

"Marshall, Dana..."

"Mrs. Marshall, that's right," she said, sucking in air. "When did this happen?"

"Around midnight. She called me saying to come over, that it was an emergency. And by the time I got there she was lying on the floor. "

"Do you need a ride home, Mrs. Marshall?", Mulder offered.

She suddenly noticed Mulder though he had been standing there the entire time. "Oh...oh, no, I drove here after the ambulance came and got her."

The elderly woman touched her hand again. "Keep me informed. Your mother is a dear friend and neighbor of mine..."

Scully nodded but her attention was solely focused on the rise and fall of her mother's chest. She moved past the neighbor and softly touched her mother's face and with her free hand, she gripped her hand, squeezing it tenderly. "Mom...", she whispered. "It's Dana...I'm here, mom!"

Mulder guided Scully to a chair next to Maggie's hospital bed, and when he turned around he noticed that Mrs. Marshall had quietly crept out leaving without another word. Mulder pulled up a chair next to Scully, watching as a tear trailed down her cheek. He rubbed her back as she stared at her mother, gripping her, trying to share her strength.

A young dark haired woman in a doctor's coat pulled the curtain back and entered holding a clip board. "Oh," she said, noticing them. "I'm Dr. Adams."

"I'm Dr. Scully," Dana said, walking towards er. "What is my mother's condition?"

"Your mother had a mild heart attack and slipped into a coma right after wards."

"May I?", Scully said, taking the clipboard from her. She scrutinized each entry, reading it and re-reading it, searching and flipping each page.

The younger doctor looked perturbed by Scully's actions. She folder her arms, glancing over to Mulder and then back to Scully who paid no attention. "We've done everything we could. This hospital is well known for our Cardiovascular Institute. We use a holistic approach as well as conventional. We were pioneers in opening the first Chest Pain Emergency Room. I'm sure we can handle it!"

Scully looked up from the notes. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at the younger doctor, making her squirm. Without a word, she handed the doctor back her clipboard and then checked each monitor connected to her mother. She glanced over to Dr. Adams sizing her up and then sat back down, holding her mother's hand. "Mom...Mom...I'm here for you mom."

Dr. Adams turned and closed the door, leaving them alone. Scully glanced over to Mulder. "Snot-nose little brat," she whispered.

"You gonna take over her care or are you gonna let them do it", he said, turning towards her.

She looked at the heart monitor, listening to each beep of her mother's heart. "No one can take care of her like I can Mulder..."

"Scully, you're too close to this," he said, smoothing her long hair against her back.

"If I can recall, I've stepped in a few times in the past and saved your ass!", she hissed.

He touched her back lightly. "Scully...I know this isn't easy...but she's in a coma right now, honey. There's nothing you or anyone else can do about it."

Scully got up and wet a paper towel, squeezing the warm liquid back into the basin and then wiped her mother's brow. "I may not be able to do anything Mulder but she needs to know I'm here."

"I know," he said, reaching out for her arm. "I know...but all we can do is wait."

She traced the lines of her mother's face, as a tear escaped dampening her mother's pillow. "I love you mom...I'm here for you...and Mulder's here too. I love you...Stay with me."

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