Transmission
by Trycee
"MOM."
Scully sat up quickly, her eyes adjusting to the bedroom. It was dark, the only sound she could hear was from Mulder. She laid her head back down, turning to lay directly beneath his face. She could feel his breath and it relaxed her though she was still a little edgy. She closed her eyes again trying to fall back to sleep.
"MOM!"
She jumped up looking around..."Mulder?"
She sat up in the bed, her red hair unruly, her eyes straining in the dark...she reached over to her nightstand and turned on the light. "Mulder...you awake?"
Mulder said nothing, he continued to snore. She shook him..."Mulder!"
"Hmmm?", he said, not moving.
"Did you say something?", she said, her eyes darting around the room.
"No...why?", he said, tightening the blanket around his neck.
"I heard it twice..."
He opened his eyes and quickly closed them..."What time is it?"
"Four," She said, turning the clock in her direction. "You didn't say Mom?"
"Why would I?", he asked, his eyes still closed.
"I don't know..."
"Turn off the light."
She reached over and clicked off the lamp. She sat there a moment, listening...there was nothing. Mulder noticed that she was still sitting up. "Scully...whats going on really?"
"I heard someone say Mom, " she said, in the dark, she reached out to touch him, feeling his skin and she noticed she was touching his mustache.
"Scully, can you explain why your sticking your fingers up my nose while I'm trying to sleep?"
"Ha," she smiled, and then laid down closer to him. "Its nothing, Mulder. I'm just tired..."
"Alright...nite."
"Nite."
Scully sipped on her coffee, a plate with a piece of toast and a slice of canalope lay before her. Mulder sat across from her chewing on a piece of sausage and eggs she had made him. He was watching her intently, he could tell she was avoiding his eyes. He cleared his throat, "You okay?"
"Fine...I'm fine, " she said, glancing at him quickly and then returning to her plate. "It was just something weird...I'm tired and I guess I was so tired I started hallucinating..."
"Hallucinating the words Mom?", he said, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
She nodded, her eyes still on her plate. She looked up at him. "Is it possible Mulder that I can hear him?"
"Hear William?"
She laughed nervously. "Pretty stupid, hunh?"
He reached out and touched her. "No...its not stupid, Scully. I had X-Files in which there was psychic connections between family members especially mother and child..." He got up and placed his plate in the sink. "You gonna eat Scully?"
She picked up her dry piece of toast and took a bite. She could feel his eyes on her. "Even if the parent and child have been separated?"
Mulder sat back down at the table and pushed her plate closer to her. "Eat, Doc. We'll talk in a moment after you eat."
She nodded and finished her breakfast, washing it down with the rest of her coffee. He grabbed her plate and placed it in the sink.
"Alright...don't make me guess, " she said, as he sat back down.
"Theres been cases of twins separated at birth that marry women with the same name, name their children the same names, have the same occupations, and even the same hobbies, Scully."
"But what about mother and child, Mulder?", she said, scanning his face. "You said you had X Files on that..."
Mulder looked at her more curiously now. "Do you think you hear William, Scully? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
She gasped. "Not hear him all the time Mulder...I don't know why I heard the words Mom...but it just felt strange...it felt like...I dunno..."
He touched her hand again. "Well, what did the voice sound like?"
"Like a little boy," she said, her elbows rested on the table with her head in her hands. "Well, not that little...like a boy of ten or eleven..."
He nodded, his eyes glossed over, thinking. "You think he's sending you a message?"
Scully's mouth was gaped open. He waved his hand, shrug his shoulders and shook his head. "Let me look into it...maybe I can find out things about it...I mean, I used to know the Xfiles cases back and forth but its been a few years...and I was younger then," he smiled.
"Mr. Photographic Memory," she smiled weakly.
He kissed the top of her head. "You've got to report to work, Dr. Scully, and I've got some investigating to do..."
"You gonna investigate at home or you gonna investigate somewhere else?", she asked, rising up from her seat and grabbing her purse.
"You asking if I'm gonna be home tonight or with some other hot redhead!"
Scully smirked, as she buttoned up her coat. "Mulder, I still know how to use a gun..."
She arrived at her parking space at Our Lady of Sorrows hospital , her soft leather briefcase on one shoulder with her purse draped on top, and a fresh hot coffee in her hand as she locked the car door with the other. She made her way into the hospital, past the faces of patients, occasionally nodding to a few of the nuns and other staff. She threw her stuff on her desk, and quickly went to make her rounds. She checked each chart carefully and each patient, her eyes glowing as she held each childs hand and spoke to their parents, reasurring them. She came to her next patient and read the name...Cameron Hernandez, a small four year old Hispanic girl whose parents spoke only Spanish. She checked the girls vitals talking with her, asking her to explain to her parents in Spanish what she was doing. Cameron had a simple bone fracture in her left leg. She touched the mother's shoulder and smiled and then looked at the girl. "You'll be fine...tell them not to worry." She waited for the girl to translate and the parents turned to her and said, "Gracias." She nodded and moved on, ducking into the nurses station, sitting down to review her notes.
"MOM!"
Scully stiffened and then slowly turned, her persian blue eyes widened as she turned to see only the nurses and a few interns standing and sitting near her. She shook her head and tried to refocus her eyes on the words in front of her...Patient is a 8 yr old girl, suffering from a Abdominal distention...Patient may have an underlying conditon such as an bowel obstruction.
"Help Me!"
The color drained from her face and she gasped, sucking in air. Nurse Edwards turned to look at her. "Are you alright Dr. Scully?"
Scully sat there, her heart beating rapidly, she was afraid to look around or acknowledge her. "I've...I've got to go back to my office," she managed to say. "I need to do a little research...", she said, rising up out of the chair. "If anything arises, you'll know where I am."
She turned on her heels and disappeared down the hall walking until she reached her office. She pushed the door open and saw that no one else was there, the office she shared with a few other doctors. She picked up her cell phone and dialed..."Pick up damnit!", she said impatiently.
"Mulder!"
"Mulder, its me...," she said trying to calm her voice. She knew that if she didn't she'd send him into a panic. "Have you...have you found anything?"
Mulder sat in his office, a few old sunflower seeds were strewn around his desk and floor, along with a few piles of paper that seem to dot the area near his desk. His computer was opened and he was researching, trying to pull up journals or articles on parental psychic bonds, telepathy and indigo children. "Nope not yet Scully. Did you hear it again?"
"Mulder, I heard Mom again...but then I heard Help me..."
Mulder sat there a moment. "Help Me...you don't think he's in trouble do you Scully?"
She could hear the helplessness in his voice. "Mulder don't freak out...it may not be anything."
"What is his adopted parents names?"
She sat there stunned a moment. "Mulder I told you many times it was a closed adoption...I don't know where he is or what their names are...for all we know Mulder, they renamed him."
Mulder was silent so long she had to check her phone to make sure he hadn't hung up. "You there?"
"Yeah, I'm here, " he said again drifting into silence. Finally he spoke again, "Scully how do we find him if we don't know where he is? How do we do it?"
It was her turn for silence. "Are you angry? Are you..."
"No, I'm not angry...I'm just concerned. If he's communicating with you theres a reason for it and thats what worries me..."
Scully's face was rigid. "Mulder what if they're coming after him now. What If they found him...he's just a little boy..."
"Scully its 2010, we still have two more years before...", his voice dropped.
"I know...what if they know he's...special?"
Mulder looked at his computer screen, he closed his laptop and sat back in his chair. He pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You said that he's fine now...you said that Spender cured him..."
"Thats what he said, " she sighed, trying to push those memories back into the hidden spaces in her mind. "What if hes still special, Mulder? What if he retained some of his gifts?"
"And he can send you messages..."
"What if it were true, Mulder."
Mulder leaned back in his chair and stared at a picture of Samantha. "I want you to try sending him a message back Scully. Ask him were he is with your mind..."
"You can't be serious, " she countered. "Mulder, I'm not psychic."
"Scully, you're his mother. If anyone can connect to him you can..."
