Title: I Am a Mother
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine! All of them belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox. I'm not selling this story or making any profit off of it!
Summary: An extended version of the scene in XF: IWTB where Scully and the Fearons are discussing Christian's treatment.
Author's Notes: This is one of my first XF fanfics, so, if you respond to this story, please go easy on any critiquing. Thanx. Please R&R
"I Am A Mother"
After Scully composed herself from her difficult argument with Mulder, she decided to go down to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. However, on the way down, she met up with Margaret and Blair Fearon. Inwardly she sighed. The last thing she wanted to do right now was discus Christian's illness. Though she loved him dearly, she needed a break. But it was not to be.
(This part is taken from the book The X-Files: I Want To Believe by Max Allan Collins. I didn't want to rewrite this part so I figured I would take it from the book! I'm not making any money off of this so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't' sue or anything! I'm using this part of the book just so I can rewrite the ending of this particular part of the story!)
"Dr, Scully," Margaret Fearon said, 'we're sorry to have to bother you."
Scully had the feeling the blue-collar couple had been camped out here awhile, waiting for her.
The boy's father picked up where his wife left off: "But we'd like to speak with you, if we may. About our son. About Christian."
The strained formality of that, the forced politeness, sent warning bells ringing in her brain.
Scully, her expression serious but not grave, looked from the father to the mother. "Have you been in to see your son?"
Margaret nodded. "Yes, he was sleeping. But we've…" She glanced at her husband with troubled eyes.
"We've changed our minds," Blair Fearon said flatly. "About going forward with this new treatment."
The parents seemed relieved now—they'd got it out. The burden of what they had to say was off them and resting squarely on the stunned Scully's shoulders.
Finally Scully said, slowly, carefully, "This is premature. We don't even know if it's working…"
"It's just too radical," Blair said, shaking his head. His eyes, like his wife's were rimmed red. "We think Christian has been put through enough."
Margaret leaned forward as if to touch Scully's arm, but stopped short of that. "We know you have the best intentions, Doctor. But, after all our family's been through? We've decided—we'd like to put our faith in God now."
"Science, medicine…" Blair paused. "…it can only do so much. We need a miracle for Christian, not this…this torture.
Scully stiffened. Swallowed. "I see," she said.
The mother's eyes showed alarm. "Please! We know your intentions are the very best. But seeing our son suffer, it's just…it's too much, Dr. Scully. It's nothing against you, personally."
"No," Scully said.
"If…if you were a mother yourself, you'd understand."
After the emotional wrestling match with Mulder, this was almost too much.
(This is the end of the section from the book. From this point forward, I have written everything!)
Scully paused, and then said, her voice in a hushed tone. "I am a mother. But I lost my son. And I'm trying to save you from going through what I go through every moment of every day. From waking up from your sleep thinking you here him crying, to having reality hit you right in your face, saying, 'your son is gone, and you can never have him back again.'"
Scully paused, said excuse me, and then went back to her office, tears streaming down her face, leaving Christian's parents with baffled looks on their faces.