Transformation

Part 7

By Trycee

Mulder and Scully Residence,

Remote Log Cabin near the Hilltop Plateau outside of Lusk, Wyoming, in 2012:

Scully carried a pot full of Antelope stew and her mother carried the loaves of bread towards Monica and John's cabin. Skinner had already stopped by the kitchen and eaten but they were both concerned with Monica and so they brought the food to the couple. Scully could hear Monica's sniffles from a short distance and as she approached she could see John sitting on a tree stump staring out at the UFO's.

Scully spoke but he never responded and so she continued on to look after Monica. After knocking, Monica called out, "Come in," and both women entered the cabins that were equally as small as their own.

"We brought supper," Maggie said.

"He said, he wouldn't hear of it," Monica said, wiping her eyes, she said, with a huff. "He refuses to talk about it."

"Does he realize the stress you're under?" Scully questioned. "That you could possibly lose the baby anyway?"

"I told him that," Monica said, as fresh tears came. "He said, he'd rather lose the baby naturally then for us to do it. So…that's it," Monica said. "There's no more to say," she said.

Scully looked at her mother but Maggie turned towards the door. Scully placed a hand on Monica's shoulder. We're here if you need it."

"Dana," Monica began and then stopped mid-sentenced. She shook her head as the tears begun again. "I think he's just as angry as I am that this is all happening right now. Right when we would've had the chance to be happy," she said, rising up and turning her back to them. "Thanks for the stew."

"No problem," Scully said, following her mother out of the door.

Dec. 19th 2012:

The CDC reports on CNN were that there was a new Flu Strain spreading that was resistant to antibiotics and that people should not panic but go to their local Pharmacy and get a flu shot anyway. But both Mulder and Scully knew that meant that thousands were in fact dead but the truth was being hidden. For most American's unless bodies were piled up in the streets and it did not affect them, they went on with their normal lives, preparing for the holiday season. Unless they were a Doomsday Prepper and were stocking up for the coming of the end of the world, barracking themselves off from others. The television shows were inundated with Nostradamus, Survivalist shows, and Mayan prophecies until people were numb, considering it nonsense. But for them, the Aliens waiting to start a war with them, this was no laughing matter. This was life or death.

For Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Doggett and Reyes who had lost the baby and already recovered bravely rejoining them in the fight though her heart as well as John's was broken. And despite the chaos of the world around them, Skinner had begun to take interest in Maggie Scully and she in him, much to Dana Scully's surprise. Despite the fact that they were all fighting for their lives, there seemed to be a spark of romance between the two of them. All that Dana Scully could do was breath hard and move on.

But what worried Scully more than not hearing from William for nearly three months now was that Mulder was looking pale. His appetite was off, she noticed and his body temperature was warmer than and his appetite sexual things was almost nil. As a doctor, she had tried to keep a modest supply of medicine for the compound and as an accomplished Surgeon in her former life, she could perform limited surgeries at the compound if she needed too but the equipment and supplies would put her at a disadvantage and she would have to be her own nursing staff as well.

Mulder looked sickly though he was still mobile, moving at a grandfatherly pace. Being Mulder, he still flashed her his boyish smile and looked at her with his greenish eyes but they were more distant. Part of that was the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders with it being truly the end for all humanity in just 2 days, she knew, but part of it was something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Scully stopped Mulder as he walked past her to man his post and she ran her fingers along his hairline noticing perspiration on his brow in the dead of winter with snow up to their knees. His eyes were sunken in and his heart was racing. "Mulder, you're sick."

"Scully," he said, as he began to sway on his feet.

Scully grabbed his arms, trying to steady him but she was too short and weighed so little while Mulder was much taller and weighed triple her weight.

"I'm not feeling too good," he said, as his 6 ft. frame collapsed to the ground by her feet.

"MULDER!" Scully screamed.

"MUL-LER!" Doggett said, in his thick New York accent as he and Skinner picked him up.

Monica along with Maggie armed with shotguns were no real protection if the Super Soldiers were to take that opportunity and start the war but they kept guard until they followed the men carrying Mulder to the cabin. Scully was frantic ordering Skinner and Doggett to strip Mulder out of his clothes leaving his boxers and laying him on the bed. She raced to the sink and took a wash cloth and wet it and without wringing it out she placed it on his forehead. He was thrashing around, mumbling incoherently. She stared at him her mind racing like an encyclopedia over symptoms and possible causes and she began to examine him head to toe, skipping over his private area which she'd saved to examine when other's weren't in the room with her.

Maggie touched her shoulder. "What do you think is wrong with him?" she asked.

Scully shook her head. The words VIRUS-VIRUS kept screaming in her head and she screamed out as the thought penetrated her mind. "No," she said. "No, No, No!"

"What?" her mother questioned. "What is it?"

"I need antibiotics. Mulder needs medicine." Scully said, racing off to the cabin where they kept their supplies.

She injected Mulder with the strongest antibiotic they had but his health continued to deteriorate. His eyes began to turn slightly black and she knew then that he had in fact been infected. She didn't know how or when but she suspected that the aliens were trying to kill Mulder off to eliminate him as a threat and Scully was going out of her mind.

"We need to get him to a hospital," Maggie screamed at her daughter.

"HE won't make it there," Scully said, as the tears began to drown out her voice. "Mulder is dying, again. They're killing him."

"No," Maggie said. "No, he just needs some soup or something. He just has that flu they're talking about on TV."

"That flu is the Alien virus, "Skinner informed her.

Maggie shook her head in disbelief. "No. They're meant to be together," she said, getting choked up. "What about William?" she asked, as Skinner drew her in his arms.

Scully stared at Mulder and she noticed that he was losing consciousness. "Mulder, wake up," she said, lightly smacking his face. "Mulder, wake up," she said, tapping him a little harder. "Mulder!" she said, nearly punching him," as Doggett grabbed her hand.

"Dammit, I need you," she said, crying. "I can't go on without you, Mulder," she said, as she crumpled to the floor. "I lost you before, I can't lose you again," she said.

Monica wiped her tears and turned her head away but something caught her eye. "Ah, Scully?"

Scully bolted up, "Mulder, Oh my god!" she said, noticing that his lips were turning blue. She positioning herself over him and started CPR.

After a few minutes of trying to revive him, Mulder lay dead in their bed. Scully collapsed into his chest though no sound came out of her mouth for several seconds and when it did it nearly shook the foundations of the compound. Maggie had never heard a sound come from her daughter or any other woman like that in her entire life. It was a cry of pure agony of the highest level. Scully had lost her soul-mate again, 2 days before Armageddon. He was gone and she knew her daughter wanted no more than to join him at that moment.

"Keep all the guns away from her," Maggie said, as her heart wept for her daughter. "Dana will use it on herself right now if we don't watch her."

They looked at Scully and she lay on top of Mulder's dead body, screaming and crying and clutching at him and no one made a move to remove her.

"We need to remove the body but we need to be respectful," Skinner ordered. "Make sure there's nothing here she can harm herself with and we'll watch her but let's give her a moment with Mulder."

Just then Scully rose up from his body off the bed and slumped down to the floor next to the nightstand. She was distant, lifeless and in shock. She had a far-away look in her eyes as she sat there unmoving.

"Maybe she's not all there anymore," Doggett said, waving his hand in front of her face.

Maggie touched her daughter's cheek and Scully glanced up to her and she could see recognition in her eyes for a moment. "I'll take you to my cabin," Maggie said. "You can't sleep in here."

Scully shook her head no. "No, Mulder needs me!" she said, looking at the bed. "He'll be awake soon."

Maggie looked at Skinner for support. He glanced back at her but was dumbfounded. He had never seen Scully like this, ever and he had no idea how to approach this Scully.

"Dana, honey… Mulder has died." Maggie said.

"NO!" Scully said. "He won't leave me. He won't! He loves me!"

"He does!"

Scully turned and started beating on Mulder's corpse. "Wake up, Mulder. You can't leave me. You promised you never would again! You promised!"

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