When they finally arrived at the emergency room (Mulder neither noticed nor cared about its name), medical staff tried to separate them. Mulder was having none of it. He used his FBI privileges fully, pushing out the boat just so he could stay with Scully. With so much potentially at stake, he wasn't going to let her out of his sight one minute longer than he absolutely had to. He knew he was being a selfish bastard but just then, he really couldn't give a damn. At that precise moment Fox Mulder was utterly concentrated on someone other than his sister, and was consumed with making sure that the love of his life survived long enough for him to be able to tell the world.
-X-
Finally, after two blood transfusions and emergency surgery, they said Scully was out of immediate danger, although doctors warned Mulder that her condition was still critical. Now he could call people, let them know what was happening, although he knew he should have done that already. Scully's mother, for a start, would crucify him.
"Skinner."
"Sir, this is Agent Mulder."
"Where the hell are you, Mulder?"
"Georgetown Medical Center."
"What the ...?"
"Agent ... Scully ..." Mulder felt the tremor in his voice and knew that if he wasn't careful he'd end up betraying his feelings for Scully and that he couldn't do, not yet. Not until he was sure of Skinner being on their side. He was blissfully unaware that the pause on its own had told his superior everything. Everything he had wanted to keep secret.
"Agent Mulder ... what is wrong with Agent Scully?"
"Scully ..." he breathed as Scully's eyes fluttered open and he gazed into them, forgetting, for the time being, that Skinner was at the other end of the telephone. "Scully ... we need to talk." He said that with such love that Skinner didn't need to ask whether the relationship between the two of them
had developed into something more than friendship; it was patently obvious. Instead, he decided to remind Mulder of his existence at the other end of that telephone.
"Mulder? Are you still there? What is the matter with Agent Scully?"
Mulder snapped back into professional mode almost immediately on hearing Skinner's voice, although his eyes never left Scully's face. Oh shit, his mind told him. Skinner's heard every word I've said to Scully. We're in trouble now, and no mistake. He winced at the recollection of the events of the morning, but knew that he had to tell his superior everything.
"Sir! Um .. Agent Scully was involved in a shooting incident earlier this morning. Her doctors say she's critical, but should make a good recovery, given time ..."
THE END
"Nothing happens in contradiction to nature; only in contradiction to what we know of it.
So that's a place to start. That's where the hope is."
- Dana Scully, 'Herrenvolk'
-X-
Finally, after two blood transfusions and emergency surgery, they said Scully was out of immediate danger, although doctors warned Mulder that her condition was still critical. Now he could call people, let them know what was happening, although he knew he should have done that already. Scully's mother, for a start, would crucify him.
"Skinner."
"Sir, this is Agent Mulder."
"Where the hell are you, Mulder?"
"Georgetown Medical Center."
"What the ...?"
"Agent ... Scully ..." Mulder felt the tremor in his voice and knew that if he wasn't careful he'd end up betraying his feelings for Scully and that he couldn't do, not yet. Not until he was sure of Skinner being on their side. He was blissfully unaware that the pause on its own had told his superior everything. Everything he had wanted to keep secret.
"Agent Mulder ... what is wrong with Agent Scully?"
"Scully ..." he breathed as Scully's eyes fluttered open and he gazed into them, forgetting, for the time being, that Skinner was at the other end of the telephone. "Scully ... we need to talk." He said that with such love that Skinner didn't need to ask whether the relationship between the two of them
had developed into something more than friendship; it was patently obvious. Instead, he decided to remind Mulder of his existence at the other end of that telephone.
"Mulder? Are you still there? What is the matter with Agent Scully?"
Mulder snapped back into professional mode almost immediately on hearing Skinner's voice, although his eyes never left Scully's face. Oh shit, his mind told him. Skinner's heard every word I've said to Scully. We're in trouble now, and no mistake. He winced at the recollection of the events of the morning, but knew that he had to tell his superior everything.
"Sir! Um .. Agent Scully was involved in a shooting incident earlier this morning. Her doctors say she's critical, but should make a good recovery, given time ..."
THE END
"Nothing happens in contradiction to nature; only in contradiction to what we know of it.
So that's a place to start. That's where the hope is."
- Dana Scully, 'Herrenvolk'