After Mulder put in an order for some Chinese food, he went upstairs to their bedroom to check on Scully. "The food should be here in about 20 minutes-" he started and then stopped in the bedroom doorway. Scully was laying on the side of the bed already passed out. He watched for any sign of distress that would indicate a seizure or a vision, but thankfully saw none.
He quietly walked over to the bed and adjusted the covers. He stood and watched her for a moment and despite the bruises on her face, she looked quite peaceful. Mulder reached to push back a few strands of wavy hair back from her face. It made him notice something else he hadn't before. It made him realize that Scully had gotten quite thin recently and it worried him. He figured he'd lay next to her while he waited for the food and went to slowly lower himself on the opposite side of the bed. She needed to eat, but he was also afraid to wake her. Laying on top of the blue duvet, he decided to check a few things on his phone while he waited for the food delivery.
His mind began to wander. What was Skinner up to? What had he been preoccupied with when Mulder needed his help finding Scully? He had talked with him right after he spoke with Scully, but he didn't get to her in time before the accident. He never seemed to know with that man, but he could only hope that they could trust him. It was then he felt a sudden movement next to him. He looked over at Scully whose eyes were still closed. He heard her take a sharp breath and clasp the sheets. "My baby," she gasped.
She must be having a vision about William, he realized. "Scully," he said gently as he reached over to clasp her arm. Scully started at the movement and she jumped as her eyes opened. Mulder turned completely and touched her shoulders. "Hey, hey Scully, it's okay," he crooned.
She stared back at him with wide eyes. "Mulder."
Before he could say another word, she bolted from the bed with impressive speed considering everything she recently went through.
She ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He could hear her vomiting whatever contents her stomach contained. He sighed. Before he could go and check on her, he heard a knock at the door. It was the delivery person. He raced down the stairs and opened the door.
The guy barely said "Are you-" before Mulder reached for the food and threw out a cash tip. Thank goodness for mobile pay these days. He went back inside the house and set the food down on the dining table. He spotted the prescriptions Scully had gotten and figured he'd bring them upstairs to make sure shetook what she needed. Mulder reached out to grab the bag and a bottle fell to the floor. Sighing, he bent down to pick it up. As he stood up the wording on the bottle stopped him in his tracks. Prenatal vitamins? What would Scully need those for? She was beyond childbearing years-or so he assumed. Maybe there was a mix up. He set the bottle down, grabbed the rest of the meds along with the food and made his way upstairs. When he entered the room, he looked towards the bathroom to see the door closed and sighed, setting the food on the bed.
"Scully? Are you okay?"
She didn't respond and he went to the door. To his surprise, she opened it and stood there in front of him. "Scully? What's wrong?" As the words left his mouth, it hit him and he thought back to the prenatal vitamin pills he'd found in the bag.
"Scully," he started. "Are you...really..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
The look in her eyes as she stared back at him told him everything, however. Her eyes were glassy and he could tell she was desperately fighting back all the emotions she was feeling.
"I uh, I saw the prenatal vitamins, I thought it must have been some sort of mistake...I didn't know it was possible for us to have another baby..." he continued.
She looked down at her feet, clearly defeated. "It isn't possible. Well, by medical definition, it's just uncommon for a woman of my age, but medically impossible in my situation. I'm sorry, Mulder, I was planning to tell you, but I didn't know how."
Mulder shook his head and pulled her small frame into his arms. She was so thin, too thin, and it worried him. Everything about her situation right now worried him. He felt her arms wrap around his waist.
He ran his hands through her hair and breathed in the sweet honeysuckle scent.
"But Mulder," she said, pulling back slightly to look at him. "It's very likely that I could miscarry given my age; it is a very high risk pregnancy."
Mulder tried to read her expression for some sort of indication of her feelings. Did she want the baby? What would happen if the end of the world was really coming in the next few weeks? They would live, right? Scully was immortal and William and their baby would be protected by her alien DNA.
"How far along are you, Scully?"
"About 5-6 weeks."
Mulder stopped to think for a moment as if he was doing the math tracing back to the moment they could have possibly conceived.
Scully seemed lost in thought for a moment and her eyes glazed over slightly.
"What?"
"We may not necessarily need to find William first."
Mulder looked at her, confused. "I thought you said I needed him?"
She shook her head. "He will find us, but we may not need to wait for his stem cells. If...I were to.. she struggled on the last few words. "We could use the stem cells from the fetus if I were to miscarry," she said, forcing the words out.
Mulder shook his head. "No...no Scully, don't think like that."
"It's a very, very high possibility Mulder, along with the possibility that something might be wrong if I don't."
Mulder looked at her as if she had lost it again. He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Is that what you absolutely want? Are you saying you hope to miscarry?" he looked at her incredulously.
Scully stiffened. "I...don't know."
She had mixed feelings about this whole thing. While she couldn't bear to think of the 'alternative' option, part of her couldn't help but think a miscarriage would come as a relief.
Mulder guided her back to his gaze gently with his hand. "Don't say these things, Scully. I know you and I know you would never want that. We have time, we'll find William and if we don't...we'll find another way."
Scully searched his eyes, hopefully. "Do you mean you want to have another child? Or do you just think it's what I want, because of William...I need to know."
Mulder looked back at her. "I never got to see much of William," he watched her stiffen and continued quickly. "And you did what was best for him and I'll always be grateful for that, Scully...but maybe, we can try?"
He could tell she was somewhat relieved by his revelation.
Mulder moved to run his hand through her hair. "I have to ask though, Scully...is it okay? After everything that happened the past couple days?"
He could see worry etch across her features, but she managed a smile. "The doctors seems to believe so, but I have to go back for more tests."
Mulder managed a smile. "Okay. Well, the food is here. Maybe you could try to uh, eat something?"
Scully managed a tearful smile. "Thank you."
The end
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