The Dead Will You
Part 3
by Trycee
Time-Line: Season 7, After All Things
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, it's owned by Chris Carter, this is written for Fun not Profit.
*Ethan was Scully's boyfriend, deleted from the pilot. I wrote him similar to the way he was portrayed in the deleted scene. You can see the deleted scene's on Youtube.
"Question, Scully," Mulder said, as he wrapped his arm around Scully's bare arms as she made circles in the small patch of chest hair and then snuggled in under his chin. He pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulder's, he could feel her shiver.
"Yeah, Mulder?", she said, sleepily. "You can't be ready for more now...plus we have a lot to do tomorrow."
"No...though we maybe a little late," he chuckled.
She laughed with him as her head bobbed up and down from the comfort of his warm chest. "Mulder...you have a one track mind."
"That I do," he whispered. "But serious...out of all the hotels in Tulsa...how'd he know you were here?"
"Mulder...Ethan's a news producer. He could find out anything. He just had to call the hotels and ask for the two FBI agents rooms and tell them he'd featured them on his news cast...I've seen him do it before. He wanted to follow us on our first case together so he could get a scoop on our investigation. He knew all about you...almost more than I did...", she said, wrapping her arm around his waist.
"I guess we were meant to be together Scully...it's like the universe was pulling us together."
"I do believe that Mulder...I think if I'd chosen to work in a hospital...we'd still have found each other somehow. We're soulmates..."
"Yeah I know we are...we're meant to be...but the nerve of him showing up here to try to win you back even after you told him you were with me."
"I know...I can't believe he'd try that."
"What did you see in him Scully?"
She laughed. "I told you once didn't I, that I'm drawn to powerful men?"
"No," he said quietly. "You never told me that."
Scully's eyes flew open and she stared up at him but couldn't make out his features in the dark. Oh god she'd told that to Ed Jerse, she thought to herself. "Oh...Well...I am...All of the men of my past had dominate personalities."
"Because of your father and your need to always get his approval."
"Jesus Mulder...stop psycho-analyzing me..."
"Scully...I've tried figuring you out for years...this is the first time I finally get an answer..."
She sighed. "Okay...fine...yes...I always wanted my dad's approval...even after he died...you know that. So I was always drawn to men who were dominate, older, in control...I craved it...I loved it. But then I'd rebel at some point..."
She could see the wheels turning in Mulder's mind. "Yes, Mulder...You are a dominate powerful man..."
"Am I?"
"Yes...you're the senior Agent...You're all consuming and I found myself lost in you and your cause...it's a pattern of mine," she sighed. "The difference between you and the other men was that I truly loved you and you truly love me back..."
"I do...", he said, kissing the top of her head. "With all my heart."
"Those men didn't...they only wanted to use me for their selfish reasons. You were the first person that when I would rebel against you made me feel like I was cutting off part of myself. I didn't have that with them...And Ethan was a television producer...it was after Jack. I was working at Quantico and there was a story being covered and he tagged along to direct it and he saw me. I saw this tall professional man and I was taken in..."
"That easily?"
"No," she lightly slapping his chest.
"OOH," Mulder said as his chest stung slightly.
"It took awhile...I liked everything about him...I thought I was in love but when I told him I wanted to be out in the field he like my father was against it. He accepted me being an FBI agent to a point...as long as I was his domesticate Goddess at night...You know us Irish Catholic girls are supposed to never say no, " she said, shaking her head. "That's what we're taught by the church, our mother's and our family...He was an Italian catholic and so we had similar understandings about things...We'd get married, I could work as long as it didn't interfere with our home life...pop out an endless amount of kids, cook massive amounts of food, keep the house clean and be a sex-goddess at night..."
"Well you are a sex-Goddess," Mulder said, bending down to kiss her forehead.
"I guess...I got tired of being the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend...the perfect sister...and when they told me I was assigned to you...I went straight down and met you...there was something in your eyes, Mulder."
"Lust?", he smiled.
"Yeah that...", she laughed. "I did see you check me out..."
"When I turned around and when you went to leave," he smiled.
"Mulder!"
"What, I'm being truthful here," he laughed. "But really...what did you see?"
"I saw excitement...adventure...a challenge...I saw freedom...and I knew that's what I wanted...and I couldn't be the mindless dutiful wife with Ethan...I needed more."
"Any regrets Scully?"
"Not any with you...I do wish I could've had children...I wish I could've kept Emily," she said, quietly.
"I'm sorry about that, Scully."
"Mulder," she said, rubbing circles again in his chest hair. "If I can't have your children, I don't want them anyway...so it's fine."
He squeezed her shoulder's tighter. "I love you, Scully."
"I love you...you know that."
"I do...let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay..."
"Until the morning," he grinned.
She slapped lightly his chest again. "One track mind..."
Mulder smiled as he closed his eyes.
The next morning after picking up the coroner's report, they made their way to the home of Robert Harrison. It was a red brick adobe styled home in the middle of a cul de sac. Mulder groaned, "Arcadia all over again, Scully," he said, looking around at the similar built home. "Makes my skin crawl..."
"So what...you'd live forever in a one bedroom apartment?"
He noticed the absence of 'we' in her sentence. "Scully...we won't be stuck in a one bedroom forever...or in a two bedroom," he said, referencing to her own apartment. "When we are ready we will settle down in a house of our own. Somewhere far away from cookie cut houses and busy city streets..."
She looked into his deep hazel eyes and a smile crossed her face. She reached out and interlaced her fingers with his. "Really?"
"Yes...", he said, squeezing her hand harder. "When the time comes...we won't be chasing after this forever Scully...honestly...the thrill is starting to go..."
A surprised gasped left Scully's lips. "I never thought you'd ever..."
A knocking at Scully's window startled her. A woman stood outside the car door, peering in at them both. Scully rolled her window down. "Yes?"
"What are you doing in front of my home?", the woman said, looking confused. "What do you want?"
"We're FBI agents," Scully answered, pulling out her badge. "Agents Mulder and Scully."
"My husband just died," she said, as a tear fell down her face. "Are you here investigating him or his death?", she demanded.
Mulder and Scully looked at eachother and then turned back to the woman. "May we come inside and talk?"
"Yeah, whatever, ", the woman said, turning to walk back to her home. A small child was standing on the steps and she ushered the child back inside. Mulder held the door open for Scully and they both stepped in. They scanned the walls and furniture and then sat down next to the woman on the sofa. She offered them nothing to drink as she sat in the arm chair with her hands covering her face. She looked up at them as a little girl walked over to Scully. The little blond haired girl smiled at Scully and she returned a wide smile. The little girl, handed Mulder a crayon and pointed to the paper she held in her hand. Mulder took the crayon and scribbled a little. The girl was delighted and then walked off towards her bedroom.
"My husband...he had no enemies, if that's what you're gonna ask me," she said, sniffling. "He didn't hurt a soul..."
Mulder looked over to Scully and she sent him a wordless message that she'd talk with the woman. "Mrs Harrison...what were you told about your husband's murder?"
"That he was stabbed at work...who the hell would stab Robert? He had three kids for god's sake," she cried. "He didn't hurt anybody."
Scully pulled out a copy of the apparition of the girl. "Does this look familiar to you?"
She scanned the photo. "Is this a joke?", the woman said, looking them both over. "There's no one there...it's like a ghost or something..."
"Does the girl look familiar?"
"Familiar? Familiar how? Have I ever seen a see-through girl before?", she scoffed.
Scully twisted her lips and sat back. Mulder smiled at Mrs. Harrison. "Mrs. Harrison...I know this is shocking...and strange...but whoever this little girl is...she is the one that stabbed your husband."
Mrs. Harrison looked them over and shook her head. "Okay...can I see your badges again?"
They pulled them out and showed her. "What kind of name is Fox Mulder?", she said, eying him suspicious. "If I call the FBI, they'll be able to verify that you are actually an agent?"
"Yes, ma'am," Scully answered politely. "We work in a division called the X-Files. We investigate unexplained phenomenon and the death of your husband by this apparition is unexplained."
"So you're not kidding...this little girl really did kill Robert?"
"Yes, ma'am," Mulder answered. "Can you answer a question for me...why did you think we were investigating your husband?"
"Robert...was involved in a car crash right before he died. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it."
The Agents both looked at each-other. "He was at the station out on assignment and a woman pulled out in front of them. They couldn't help but slam into them. The mother and her two girls were taken to the hospital. The police determined that it was the mother's fault...she was drinking...she's in county lockup right now. Robert never found out what happened to the girls..."
Mulder nodded and then shot a look at Scully. "Thanks Mrs. Harrison," Scully said, shaking her hand. They both stood up and let themselves out. They made it to the cars and pulled off, heading for The Children's Hospital of Saint Francis.
Mulder searched around until he got a nurse that could direct them to the right floor and give them information. They had no name of the two girls but they flashed their badges and finally found Dr. Rosenberg who knew about the accident. He looked at their badges and laughed at Mulder's name but stopped when Mulder gave him a glare. He told them to follow him and guided them down the hall, past a few kids that looked like cancer patients to Scully and a few with broken bones. Her heart lept when she saw a small red headed little girl and a small blond haired boy walking hand in hand down a hall with a nurse. Mulder placed his hand on the small of her back to comfort her. She smiled gratefully towards him as they finally stopped in front of a colorfully painted door. Dr. Rosenberg looked at them both. "The little girls you're speaking...of...Tina and Rita Martinez...the sister Rita died...she was the one that got the full blunt of the van careening into them...Her little sister Tina is 6 yrs old...she will be a ward of the state if she wakes up..."
Mulder looked over to Scully and could see in her eyes the horror that registered there...that another child was going to die...and he knew it brought up too many painful memories for her. He told the doctor they didn't need to go any further but he asked if the child's body had been autopsied. Scully looked at him in shock but he shook his head no, letting her know he would not ask her to do the procedure. Dr. Rosenberg nodded no, that there was no need. "Her body was cremated weeks ago...her mother was poor...no one came to claim the body. They're illegals and now we have to flip the bill," he huffed, pushing past them.
Mulder placed a hand around Scully as if she might faint. He could see the weakness in her eyes and he helped her to the elevator. "Let's go talk to the mom, Scully..."
"Okay," she finally said, as she gripped his waist. "Let's talk to the mother."
"Next stop, County Jail," he said jokingly, like a conductor.
"Alright," she tried to smile as the elevator door opened to the first floor of the hospital.
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