Author's Note: In this timeline, Mulder was never abducted. This is the story of Mulder, Scully, and Emily. What would have happened if Emily had survived, unbeknownst to Dana? Would Dana be able to find her again, or was her daughter lost to her forever? With her partner, Mulder, at her side, nothing was impossible.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the X-Files or any of the original characters. I hope those who read this like it and review. Co-written with AnakinPadmeSkywalker.
Nothingleft to spare.
Missing her, Mulder POV.
10:30 pm
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"Hey, Spooky. Let's go, we're going to be late for the briefing."
"Yep, Donavan….I'm coming, I just need to make a call." Mulder called back.
"NO, now. We have a killer to catch."
Mulder ran after his temporary boss. Something was telling him to call Scully, and a feeling of worry washed over him. But agent Donavan was right; they had a killer to catch.
The briefing seemed to go on for hours, and before he knew it, the time was midnight. Mulder was finally able to return to the motel. Glancing at the phone, he figured it was too late to call Scully, so as soon as he walked in the door, he closed and locked it behind him, taking off his shoes and getting into bed.
2am
Mulder sat up in bed, breathing heavily, assaulted by a pervasive feeling of purpose. There was somewhere he needed to be. He felt the need to run to Scully and hold her. Something was going on with her, and he felt it in his very core; he decided not to call, just in case she was asleep.
Surmising that a full night of sleep was not in the cards, he got out of bed and walked over to his suitcase, pulling out his FBI sweater. Mulder instantly brought it to his nose and took in a deep breath. Scully had borrowed it six days prior, wearing it right after a shower at the hospital; the sweater still carried her scent.
Mulder put the sweater on and got back into bed, pulling the garment around himself; inside the sweater, he was surprised to find that he was tired again, his eyelids growing heavy and he fell right back to sleep. Sometime in the night, he dreamt of a heavily pregnant Scully, sitting in a rocking chair in the middle of an empty white room with no window or door. She was dressed in a hospital gown. One corner of the room was completely darkened, as if the lights in the corner had been switched off.
Mulder ran over to Scully and knelt down in front of her, placing his hands over Scully's hands, which rested on her stomach. "Scully, are you ok? What's going on?"
Scully stood up took Mulder's hand, leading them into the dark.
Arriving at the only door he had seen, Mulder attempted to hold Scully back.
"No Mulder its ok, come see." Scully seemed to be excited about what would happen next.
As the door opened, Mulder could see medical supplies and two people dressed in blue hospital surgical gowns.
Scully walked away from him, over to the medical table in the middle of the room. A third person, a man, walked into the room in normal clothing; he brought a brown wood chair into the room and put it just far enough away to be out of Scully's reach.
SuddenlyMulder's arm was grabbed and pinned to the chair, the two men each gripped onto one of his wrists, twisting his arms back and handcuffing them behind the chair.
"Hey! Take these off right now." Mulder struggled under the pressure of both men's hands, as they rested on his shoulders, holding him down.
Scully walked over to Mulder, placing her hands on either side of his face. "This is right, this has to happen." She kissed Mulder as a single tear dropped from her eye, landing on Mulder's cheek. "I love you, Fox."
Scully moved away, back over to the table where one of the people in blue helped her up onto the table.
Both the people in blue moved to one of Scully's sides, restraining her arms and legs.
"NO! SCULLY STOP, you can not let them do this!" Mulder and Scully made eye contact. "Scully, don't let them take your baby, please….you deserve your baby!" Mulder took a deep breath.
"Mulder, he is special, but this has to happen. It's life for a life, I am his sacrifice so he must live….Fox, we must give him life." She smiled softly at him.
"Wait, what?" Mulder tried to jump out of the chair, but remained held down, impotent to do anything. "You're not going to make it, are you….no, I love you."
The people in blue began to perform a C-Section with Scully completely alert. As they made their initial cuts, Scully began to scream, a piercing shriek that shook Mulder.
"SCULLY! SCULLY LOOK AT ME… DANA, MY LOVE, LOOK AT ME!"
Scully looked at Mulder, pain and terror in her eyes as she tried to focus; she let out a final scream as the baby began to cry.
"It's a boy, take it to her. She can't hold him, but until she stops breathing, let her look….it's the least we can do." The person took off the mask and gown.
"Diana?" Mulder said, astonished. His anger growing, she said nothing and left the room.
"Dana?" Melissa Scully walked up to Dana's head, which was still facing Mulder. Scully began to cry the second she laid eyes on their son.
"Mulder, he is beautiful!" Scully murmured, eyes losing focus as she took her last breath. The baby began to cry as Melissa took him out of the room. The door slammed shut behind her as Mulder yelled out "NO!", flooded with pure pain and guilt.
"NO!" Mulder yelled as he shot out of bed, running to the bathroom to empty his stomach.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the porcelain bowl, Mulder began to cry, hard sobs of pain and fear racking his body as the tears began to flow.
8 weeks. - 10:15pm
Scully POV
The next four days seemed to drag on for Scully; there was no contact from Mulder, and this worried her. Whenever they were working apart, be it separate cases or in two different locations for the same case, they kept in contact religiously, calling each other each day. It started after Scully's abduction; she and Mulder never wanted to lose touch of the other, keeping the same routine to make sure the other was safe. Scully determined that if Mulder didn't call that night or the next morning, she would call him.
Scully sat in her favorite armchair in her living room, curled up with a blanket and cup of chamomile honey tea; she spent the day waiting for Mulder to call. Maggie had to return home to her son for a couple days, so Scully had some quiet time for her self.
Scully enjoyed every minute of the "vacation", but it worried her that Mulder had not contacted her, and every hour that passed only served to intensify that worry. She still felt that something was off, and the mystery as to what it was had yet to be determined; the doctors all said that her blood work had come back normal.
Her thoughts ruminated on this for hours, and everything around her became still. Thoughts drifting, Scully looked out her apartment window, taking in the landcape. She noticed a little girl sitting in the window well on the bottom floor of the apartment building across from hers. She slowly stood up, as the little girl intrigued her. There was something familiar about the face, as though she'd seen it in a dream.
"Emily?", Scully whispered to herself, as if what she saw was secret and could dissipate at any moment. The little girl looked so much like Emily, only a couple years older.
Seconds later the little girl vanished from the window. "NO!" Scully yelled, her palm making contact with the window. She stood at the window for couple minutes, waiting to see if the little girl would appear again, but she never did.
Scully couldn't hold in her feelings anymore; one tear escaped, turning into many as soon as it started. She collapsed to the floor, curling into the fetal position and staying that way for the next ten minutes as she was assaulted by thoughts and possibilities of the little girl she'd seen.
"It's not her….it's not her…it's not her. What am I thinking? Medically, Emily is dead, but theoretically, because her body disappeared, she could be alive. No, Dana, do not go there again! Emily is gone, that little girl is someone else's child." She stood up, wiping her cheeks. "You are just tired, Mulder will call tomorrow."
Scully headed to her bedroom to get ready for bed. Maggie would be back the following evening, and she knew that she could not look tired, or her mother would freak out.
Dana could barely sleep that night; she tossed and turned due to the memories of Emily that infiltrated her dreams. Every moment she had spent with her daughter, Scully relived one of the hardest times in her life.
2am
"MY BABY!" Scully yelled, as she sat straight up in bed. Her head was spinning and she felt nauseous. No longer able to hold it in, she tore out of bed, running to the en-suite bathroom. After emptying out the contents of her stomach, Scully laid down in tub, sleep overtaking her in a short period of time.
The cold of the tub eased her nauseousness, and she spent the rest of the night there.
No more
10:15pm
Emily and Melissa's POV.
"Mom!" Emilly stood in the window looking up at her mother; they made eye contact for several seconds.
"Emily!" Melissa ran over to Emily, catching a brief glimpse of her sister. She picked Emily up quickly, carrying to the living room.
"Auntie she saw me, mommy saw me!" Emily said, sounding very excited.
"Emily, what if she tells Mulder, and they decide to come and investigate? Then maybe our plan won't work, we have to be very careful."
Emily jumped off her aunt's lap, placing her hand on her hips. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!" she screamed at Melissa, running to the bathroom.
"Emily, I'm sorry" Melissa called after her niece, sighing when she realized she was already in the bedroom.
Deep down, Melissa agreed with Emily; she wanted to go out of hiding and see her sister. She also wanted to save Dana and her son, and let Emily be with her mother….but most of all Melissa wanted to find her daughter.
Twelve weeks, three months…..that's all she needed from Emily, she assured herself. Being seven is hard, but waiting to see someone you have dreamt of and longed for was infinitely harder. Melissa understood Emily's feelings, as she too wanted to see her mom. The first thing she wanted to do when she saw Maggie hugged her tight and never let go; the mother-daughter bond was strong beyond definition, and there was so much that she wanted to tell her.
Melissa walked to the bedroom, finding Emily laying on the bed facing the opposite wall. Climbing into the bed behind Emily, Melissa pulled the girl close to her. "Sweet girl, I know it's hard, waiting and waiting to see your mom. I need you to remember that babies are like glass sometimes, and your brother….he is like glass. Your mom needs to be relaxed so he stays healthy."
"So then we have to keep staying here? How much longer until we can see her?"
"Three months…as soon as your mom is five months along, we will go and see her. But if it's needed and only if it's needed, we will go sooner. Okay?"
"Ok Auntie, but mommy doesn't know yet."
"She will soon, I'm sure." Melissa placed a kiss on Emily's head, pulling the blanket over the both of them. She snuggled Emily, and shortly after they both fell asleep.
I hope everyone enjoyed this nice long chapter, sorry for any part of Mulder's pov that anyone didn't like. I kind of got carried away. Anyway, happy reading and reviews as always are totally awesome. Shout out to my co-writer AnakinPadmeSkywalker thanks for putting up with my crazy ideas! BTW she is the best co-writer EVER! ? From evilregal007 3