X Files: Demons
Return to Work...
A week after being admitted to the hospital in DC, Agent Mulder was fit and well. Scully had just arrived and gave him his change of clothes, and a black bin bag to put his worn clothes in.
He had just finished getting changed into his suit in a cubicle when Scully gave him a serious look, like she was trying to decide if she should tell him something or not. Mulder knew that look. He could almost hear Scully's thoughts. "What is it, Scully?" He asked as he took his bag from her. "What's what?" She asked. Mulder looked back at her. "You're giving me that look. Something's on your mind. What is it Scully?" He asked again. "Is everything okay?" He asked in concern. Scully nodded. "I'm fine, Mulder, really. I've been going to my treatment sessions," she told him. Mulder nodded. "That's good to hear," he said. "So, what's up?" He asked as they left the hospital.
As they reached the hospital doors, Scully sighed. "I'm sorry, Mulder," she began. "I don't want to stress you out on your first day back at work," she said, biting her lip. "But...," Mulder added. She sighed and pulled out what looked like an official letter out from her pocket. "This came in to the X Files office yesterday," she told him, and the partners stood by Scully's car.
Mulder scan read the letter as Scully placed his bags into the trunk of her car. "There's a trial for the doctor that treated me?" He asked. "Yes, and they want us to testify," Scully said. "Both of us," she repeated. Mulder glanced at her. "He wasn't a bad doctor, Scully," he said, before they got into the car.
Scully started the engine. "I agree with you that Dr Goldstein is a good and competent doctor, I'm not doubting that," she said as they drove away from the hospital and towards Mulder's apartment. "Then what are you doubting?" Mulder asked. Scully sighed. "It's just his treatments were a little-," she started to say.
Mulde raised an eyebrow. "Far out?" He finished for her. Scully nodded after a second. "You could say that, yes," she said. "So, what are you going to testify? That he's a good doctor or a mad one?" Mulder asked. Scully looked at him. "I think you know the answer to that one," she said as she turned a corner. "So you think he's Dr Frankenstein," Mulder said, and she could hear the disappointment in his voice. She knew he wanted her to back him up by saying he was a good doctor. But, after the treatment nearly made Mulder shoot her, how can she possibly say that Dr Goldstein stuck to standard methods?
Mulder nodded. "I take it you're not going to say the same thing?" Scully asked. Mulder looked at her. "I can't say for now, Scully," he said after a pause. "I just need some time to get my head round the whole thing that happened to me," he said. Scully nodded. "I thought you might," she said. They turned another corner and Scully parked her car outside Mulder's apartment block. "OK, how about this. As the trial is next week, we won't talk about it until then, until you know what you're going to say. How does that sound?" She asked.
Mulder nodded. "Sounds good, thanks, Scully," he said with a small smile. Scully smiled back in understanding. "Come on," she said as they got out of the car. "Let's get you and your things back home," she said.