Title: Three
Author: Little Miss Defensive aka: eccentricrabbit
Summary: Impossibility can be called a miracle, could this really be?
Rating: 13+ for the time being.
Spoilers: Not so far :)
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Scully's Apartment
Saturday 8.32am
Three minutes? Surely with all the amazing things that have been developed over the years, they could come up with an instant response pregnancy test. Three minutes feels like too long. I fiddle nervously with my necklace, eyes glued to the test. 8.33am. I don't know why I'm doing this. I saw the test results after my abduction. I found out I was barren, and there was nothing I could do about it. Tightening my hands into fists, I begin to pace. Really, why was I doing this? There must be something wrong with me. That bump on my head last night when I hit my head on the shower door, maybe it caused a mild concussion? That must be why I found myself at the pharmacy early this morning buying this test. That must be why I'm following a 'gut' feeling, rather than figuring out a more reasonable explanation to why I feel this way.
8.35am. I pause in my pacing and glance at the clock I had dragged in from the kitchen. I look over my shoulder towards the test resting so innocently on the edge of the bathtub. It's nothing. I tell myself. But deep down I know. My body is changing, not in an obvious way. Just subtle changes. I can feel the odd cramp in my uterus as it expands, and the queasiness that seems to just be there all the time for the past few weeks. I find myself moving closer to the bath, I close my eyes tightly, and then open them again. One single pink line. It blurs before me as tears fill by eyes. Before I know what I'm doing, I find myself spinning around, and sitting, my back against the cool porcelain of the bath. I draw my knees to my chest, my arms automatically wrap themselves around them, and I make myself as small as possible. I try to keep the ball of hurt, of pain, of anger inside me. How could I be so wrong about my own body?
The idea of having a child terrifies me with the lifestyle I live, things would have to change, and change is never easy. But at the same time, I cannot deny that the moment a child is in the vicinity, my eyes are drawn to it. I cannot deny the way my heart beats faster when a baby is placed in my hands. Nor can I deny that my body yearns for a child. It seems that since I found out I could not have a child, my feelings grew. I guess the saying "you don't know what you have until it's gone," really does apply to me.
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Scully's Apartment
9.30am
"Scully!" I can hear banging at my front door. Mulder must have been the one calling me. I heard my cell phone go off a few times, and my home phone at least twice. But my muscles don't seem to want to cooperate. So I had stayed sitting on the cream tiles of my bathroom floor, and let the tears fall until there were no more. I don't know how long I have been sitting here; from my vantage point I can't see the clock. I just know that I will have to move eventually, drag myself from my spot on the floor, and carry on. It just feels like my world is falling apart. I need Mulder.
I can hear him unlocking the front door. But still my leaden muscles will not work. His footsteps, so familiar to me, are coming closer, but I just can't move. Sucking in a deep breath, I call his name. I tried my best to keep my voice steady, but even if I had managed, Mulder would not be fooled.
"Scully," I hear him say as he pushes open the door. His observant eyes briefly take in my huddled form, I see him look towards the empty box on the edge of the sink. But he quickly crouches in front of me. I turn my face up to his, as even when he's crouching he is above me. I try to tell him without words that I am okay, but my chin trembles, and my eyes betray me as a tear escapes. Before I can duck my head, his hand catches me beneath my chin.
"Are you?" He asks simply. So he had seen the box. He knew. I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Mulder's scent calms me like no other. He is my home, my safe place. I could never describe his scent, or what it means to me. Like a baby animal, I recognise his scent from all others, and his scent is just his.
"No I'm not," I whisper. He reaches over my shoulder and picks up the small plastic rectangle that had just told me the best and worst news of my life, after looking at it he places it gently back on the edge and picks up the empty box. He studies the back, and I watch his eyes flick between the box and the test, his forehead slightly wrinkled in concentration. Watching him calms me, and I feel lighter. Shuffling to relieve my sore and numb bum, I rise to my knees, leaning closer to him, taking his strength, While I know I can't really 'take his strength' something about being close to him revives me.
"It says one pink line means positive?" He says, his face showing his confusion. I grab his shoulder for support, and snatch the box that he is holding loosely in his hands.
I had read the instructions wrong. Standing, I place the box calmly back on the sink, but as I turn to look at him, a laugh escapes me. I cover my mouth, but the moment I do I am crying again. This time Mulder's arms are wrapped protectively around me, and each tear I let slip down my face chips at the pain in my chest.
I'm pregnant. The impossible has happened.
Authors Note: TBC? Or no?
I'm not sure. I haven't written in ages. And you guys may be sick of pregnant!Scully fic's.
If anyone wants to beta this, feel free!