Title: Aftermath
Author: KS
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 10 & 5
Summary: Story is set after My Struggle II. What happens after the screen goes black in My Struggle II? Will they find William and save Mulder before it's too late?
A/N: Thanks again to my BETA, Suzanne Feld for sticking with me through all my stories and to Vered for making the awesome cover art. ❤❤❤❤
Scully felt as if time had frozen as she was blinded by the white light. She was pulled by a force words couldn't describe. The spaceship above didn't take her by much surprise, but she had only seen it up close in Africa. It was as if someone was calling on her, but she felt paralyzed. She was able to turn and see Miller, not surprisingly, frozen in place. In that moment, another thought occurred to her, Mulder! She couldn't explain how, but she was able to catch a glimpse of him behind her. He too was frozen in the light, looking at her in shock. Somehow, something had clicked and she was able to reach towards him, but not before she felt a weight tug her upwards. She barely managed to clasp onto his clammy fingers before everything went black.
She woke in a dark, dimly lit room. She was laying in a fairly comfortable bed, with the covers pulled around her. Was everything just a dream? Did the world really just end? Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she pulled back the covers to see that only her shoes had been removed, much to her relief.
Just then, a door had opened. "What is going on here, what am I doing here?! Where's Mulder?" She demanded with sudden realization. She was so beside herself that she just barely registered the individual standing before her.
A young woman who was only slightly taller than herself stood before her, holding a food tray. She said nothing, but she Scully wasn't prepared for what she saw next when the girl looked over towards her. She had deep blue eyes that matched her own and strawberry blond hair. Scully felt almost as if she was staring back at a younger reflection of herself. The girl couldn't have been much older than twenty.
"You're awake," the girl said.
As she spoke, Scully was instantly struck with a vision of a much younger girl.
"Let me go, Mommy," she had said. Emily. No, her daughter had died. She had watched her die, because she couldn't do anything to save her from that horrible fate. Just like she couldn't do anything to save Mulder without their son. She tried to force the sudden tears back from her eyes.
"Where am I, where's Mulder?" Scully said again as she went to stand up.
"He's safe," she said simply.
"I need to go to him, he needs my help."
The girl looked at Scully reluctantly. Scully noted the absent way she touched her stomach. She knew that look all too well, she was pregnant. She had to only be a few months along though. Scully mourned that loss all over again as she felt the emptiness of her own womb. She would never be able to have another child, especially not at the age of fifty one. In fact, she had just started experiencing symptoms of premenopause.
"We brought him here to help," she said, placing the tray of food on the nearby coffee table.
Scully frowned in frustration. "I'm not even sure I can help him, and who is 'we'?"
She smiled. "Will is here. Your son, William."
After all these years, she still wasn't prepared for the day she would meet her son. Ecstatic was an understatement, but at the same time she couldn't find the right words. All of a sudden, she felt as if her equilibrium was off. It was too much. Everything that was happening, from losing her mother, to having Mulder back in her life, to having him being back on death's door and to meeting her son for the first time in nearly fifteen years. She felt nauseous and her head was spinning until she lost focus and everything went black once again.
Emily caught Scully before she could completely fall to the floor. She took several minutes holding her mother in her arms, admiring the features that were so similar to her own. She moved her upright and wrapped a blanket around her. She pushed a small strand of hair from Scully's face. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember much about her. That last time she saw her was when she was just a toddler.
"How is she?" A male voice asked from behind in a deep voice she had just started getting used to. William was no longer a prepubescant. His voice was laced with the telling signs of a teenager. They were seven years apart, but they had grown close after living together several years when after William had been taken from his adoptive parents.
"She's in shock, Will, but I think she'll be fine," Emily said, feeling Scully's forehead. She couldn't take her eyes off of their mother. She could have sworn she saw the look of recognition in Scully's eyes earlier. She could only remember bits and pieces of their mother as did Will, shockingly enough, but he had always had special powers.
To be continued...
A/N: More will be explained as the story moves forward. CSM has only proven that no one truly dies in XF! :)