Call Monica
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Scully sat on the floor of the motel washroom. She didn't even recall where they were.
She sat looking at the test in her hands.
How could this be possible? How could this happen again? Once was a sheer miracle but a second time? Is god playing some sick joke on us now?
"Scully? You okay in there?" Mulder called out from the other side of the door. When he got no answer he tried the door. Finding it open, he walked in carefully.
"Scully, you okay? What's going on?" Mulder asked looking at her sitting on the floor staring at something in her hands.
"Yeah, fine. Just fine." Scully said quietly, not even looking up at him.
Mulder sits down beside her and looks at what she's holding, and is surprised.
"Is that what I think it is?" Mulder asked already knowing the answer. Already knowing what's troubling her but he didn't want to believe the spirits. He wanted to try and have an easy life, now that they are away from The X-Files.
"Yes." Scully replied, not going into detail about the results.
"Well?" Mulder questioned.
"Pink or blue this time around?" Scully asked handing him the test.
Mulder looks down at the test and sees a strong positive. He just stares at it for a few minutes. Damning the spirits, the heavens, anyone who was responsible. More so himself and their hungry lust.
"What do you want to do?" Mulder asks, throwing the test out and looking at Scully in the eyes.
"What do you mean, what are we going to do! Of course we're having this baby! How could we not, you know we already love it." Scully said placing Mulder's hand on her lower belly.
"Do you think?" Mulder asks cryptically
"No, I think William was...unique. A one time deal." Scully said looking a little sad.
"So you don't think this baby will be like him? That THEY won't be in search of us now?" Mulder asks.
"No, but then again I'm not the expert on those things. You seem to be in connection with all things paranormal lately." Scully said with a sly grin at Mulder.
"Haven't heard anything yet. I think Gibson would have called us if we were in any trouble" Mulder said trying to believe what he said.
"Yeah" Scully said non-nonchalantly trying to believe it all too.
They both sat on the floor for close to an hour. Then Scully sighed and looked at Mulder then the floor.
"I wonder..."Scully said but was then interrupted by Mulder.
"Me too..." Mulder said looking at Scully.
"His birthday is next week. He'll be three." Scully said non-nonchalantly
"has it really been that long?" Mulder asked in amazement and looking sad.
Scully just nodded and handed him an envelope.
"I got that last week in the mail" Scully said, urging him to open it.
Mulder opened it and saw colour photos of a beautiful two year old, playing carefree in the grass, on a swing, chasing a frog, and playing with a toy truck.
Mulder gently touched the photos and tried not to let himself cry.
"He's so beautiful" Mulder said softly.
"He's starting to look like you more each year" Scully said sadly but smiling.
"Have you been getting these often?" Mulder asked.
"No, this was the only time. I guess they felt like they had to or something. They sent a letter too, I ripped it up though." Scully said sadly.
"Why?" Mulder asked.
"They say he calls out for me at night. That he can't fall asleep without the teddy bear that i sent him with." Scully said on the verge of tears.
They sit there on the floor just hugging each other, they cried quietly to themselves and to each other. Over the child they would never hold or comfort. Would never see grow into a handsome man they knew he would be. They cried over the whole situation at hand.
"So, what should we do?" Mulder asked, wiping the tears from Scully's face and cheeks.
Scully calmly cleaned herself up as good as she could and looked at Mulder in his soulful hazel eyes.
"Call Monica" Scully said then smiled.
Mulder smiled and went to get his cell phone.