Disclaimer: I don't own The X Files franchise and neither i own the characters Dana Scully and Fox Mulder.
They had brought him back to me, dead as it appeared to me when we found him in that forest. Doggett was sure that Mulder was already too far gone from me. Not even Skinner believed that he had a chance.
But not me. As soon as I saw him laying there I knew that he had one last chance, that I had one last chance to save him and me in the process.
Jeremiah Smith. The man Mulder believed had the power to heal people with his touch. The same man that he hoped would save his mother's life when she had had that stroke.
I ran for the life of the one I had became to trust, to rely on at the worst moments of my life. Through the deaths of my father, my sister Melissa and my cancer, he was there for me. Now I was the one running to save his life.
I didn't make it. They took Jeremiah from the house before I got there. My world fell apart right there.
I had lost him. Just the thought of not seeing him every morning with that cricked smile and those green eyes shining at me. That hand on the small of my back, every touch, every kiss on the forehead and every look exchanged between us that said everything that needed to be said.
It has been three months since that day. The day when I had buried Mulder. Since then I have drawn my strength from my little miracle, my baby. Our baby.
I received a call from skinner and I got to the hospital as fast as I could being six and a half months pregnant.
He was there…breathing. Back to me. The whole time I was at his bed side, every time we had spent together and every case we've worked on ran through my head.
When he gave my hand that little squeeze, I looked up at him and tears started forming in my eyes.
"Who are you?" He asked with a rough voice from the breathing tube.
I froze. He didn't recognized me. My heart stopped for a moment. And then he smiled at me and I knew he was the same Mulder that I had fallen in love with so long ago.
"Oh Mulder, don't do that to me. Do you know…do you have any idea of what you've just been through?"
"Just what I see in your face."
I laid my head on his chest to hear his heart beat and his steady breathing. God, how I missed this man.
"Did anyone missed me?"
I laughed at that question and rested my head against his chest again, taking in his musky scent.
That was it. He was back to me again.