a/n: I'm back. I'm back to do this story right.

There You Were Again

by: allialli

Screams and shrieks were coming from delivery room 229 of St. Vincent's Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. Delivery screams. Bringing new life into the world screams. There were other screams coming from nearby rooms that weren't much different than room 229's. However, the person in 229 was much different from all of the other people in the delivery rooms at that hour. Yes, she was about to give birth. Yes, she was sweating and in pain. Yes, had prepared herself for this day for nine months.

But nobody was quite like 17-year-old Dana Scully.

"Come on Dana, just a few more pushes and he'll be out. You're doing great," the doctor encouraged the girl from between her legs. Dana Scully, who was aspiring to become a doctor herself one day, seriously doubted the nice man's words. If she were doing great then why had she been in labor for 21 hours? If she were doing great then why was she squeezing her mother's hand so hard that she could see her fingers turning dark red? If she were doing great then why was she here now, on this table at 17 with no boyfriend by her side and a newly-limited future? There were a lot of things Dana thought that she was at the moment, but "doing great" wasn't one of them.

"It hurts!" she wailed out in pain as she felt her vaginal walls stretch to their limits. What had they actually given her when they said they gave her an epidural? Dana was sure that it wasn't working.

"I know baby, but he'll be here shortly. Your little boy will be here soon," her mother assured her from the side of the bed. Aside from the doctor and nurses, her mother was the only other soul in the delivery room. The last nine months had been a whirlwind, with telling her family and having to work through the various other aspects of life as a teenager. But what the past nine months had assured to Dana, if not anything else, was that she only needed her mother there.

"Alright Dana, I can see the head. Just a few more pushes come on now," Dr. Schall said happily. Dana was not feeling happy. At the moment of her most intense pain, Dana Scully pushed as hard as she could and began to see stars behind her eyelids. Then, an intense warm gush from between her legs and it was over. She took in a big breath as she heard her mother start to cry. And there were new cries in that room. Tiny baby cries. Her tiny baby's cries.

Dana had barely even opened her eyes before the squirming body of her child was placed on her chest. He was crying and wriggling and still attached to her, but it was love at first sight. Maggie looked over her daughter and new grandson as she cut the umbilical cord. The love in Dana's eyes was so real and so pure that there would be no doubt among anybody that she was looking at her child for the first time. Relief washed over Maggie. She had been worried, because of the circumstances, that Dana would feel cold toward her son.

"Have you thought of a name sweetheart?" a nurse asked, hardly interrupting Dana's first moments with her son.

"William. William Alan Scully."

What had happened hadn't been his fault.