What The Future Holds

Part 10

by Trycee

Time-Line: IWTB

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-fles, this is written for fun not profit.

Scully scrubbed her hands and then helped aid the EMT's after she'd sewn up the woman known only as Cheryl. Scully had asked her name and had been rewarded with the woman's frozen reply as she'd sewn up Cheryl's sliced neck, saving her life. She'd watched as the police and FBI had swarmed, arresting the Russian Doctors and Nurses who had perform such an odd surgery, all for one man who felt that if he'd replaced his body, he could live forever. His husband had been arrested as well, and the FBI had cordoned off the area where Mulder had been found in hopes of identifying the mutulated corpses that were left exposed in the snow before being chopped up into pieces.

Once Scully's duty as a doctor was done, she began to search through the chaos for Mulder. She found him strapped to a gurney in an ambulance like an unclaimed John Doe. She touched his face and he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She said nothing, removing her hand quickly as she sat next to him. The attending EMT had patched his cuts and connected an IV to his hand. He was still numb and unmoving and his heart was racing. She listened to the EMT's as they fussed over him. She stared at him, and noticed how quiet he was. She was wondering if he regretted putting himself in danger or if he even cared how she was feeling nearly losing him. Was he too stunned from coming so close to death, once again or did he not care at all, she wasn't sure. The EMT, an African-American man, finally focused on her and she could see from his expression that he was wondering what her relationship was to Mulder. She placed her hand on Mulder's forearm, and the EMT got the message.

"He is still suffering from the effects of the tranquilizer he was given. The numbness may take anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours to wear off still. It depends, this was an animal tranquilizer and so I'm not sure the effect on a human being. You can ask the doctors when we get to the hospital. We're gonna fly him into the local hospital here in Richmond."

"I want him flown into my hospital. I'm a doctor. I want him at Our Lady of Sorrows."

The EMT looked baffled. "I've never heard of it."

Scully licked her lips. "Its in Virginia."

The EMT laughed. "This is West Virginia, ma'am."

Scully crossed her arms. "I know that."

"We can't go anywhere but to the Richmond area, that's all."

Scully climbed out of the Ambulance. She glanced at Mulder and then back to the EMT. "I know that, I'm a doctor. I'm his doctor as a matter of fact, " she said. "And I want him at my hospital."

"I understand you want your...husband?", the man asked. "Where you work but we aren't allowed to fly someone out of the state, ma'am."

Scully swallowed. "We're not married," she said. "I will talk to A.D. Skinner and have the FBI fly him out," she said, turning from them and walking off.

The guy shook his head and turned towards Mulder. "Your lady is a spit-fire!"

"Don't I know it," Mulder sighed.

"Is she always like this?", he said, as he checked Mulder's IV line.

"Yeah," Mulder smiled. "She's mad at me right now. We're not exactly...talking right now."

"And I guess going and getting your head almost chopped off isn't helping the situation, is it?"

Mulder grew quiet. The EMT noticed his quietness and decided to leave him to rest. He closed the door of the Ambulance, leaving Mulder to the artificially lit interior, alone.

Scully searched through the crowds of people as the sun was rising. The local newspapers and TV stations had arrived and were snapping photos of anyone they thought were important. Scully spotted Skinner's bald head and approached him. He was talking to another FBI Agent, probably explaining how he'd discovered the crime scene, she surmised. When he saw her he nodded and gestured for her to come to him. She walked over and he excused himself from the other agent and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "How's he doing."

"He's still numb," she sighed. "Sir, I want him flown to my hospital but the local Ambulance's won't allow it."

Skinner looked at her. She was avoiding his eyes and he knew that she was asking too much. "You want him at your hospital or at home?", he said.

Scully focused on him then. "Our Lady. He still needs to be monitored."

"He'll be okay," he said, quietly.

"Its been a few hours," she gulped. "He still can't feel his legs..."

She could see his chest heave and then he let out the air from his lungs. "I'm coming with you," he said.

"What about your car?"

"It's a rental," he said, pulling out his phone. "Ah, yes, this is A.D. Skinner. I want a chopper here to transport myself, and two passengers to a hospital in Virginia."

She listened intently. He could tell she was stressed. He hung up the phone. "Where is he?"

"Follow me," she said.

They moved past the FBI, local detectives and coroner workers to the rows of ambulances. Scully asked the EMT where Mulder was and they pointed to the truck. Skinner explained that they would have to transfer Mulder to the chopper when it arrived. They heard the chopper before they saw it and felt it as the wind whipped around. The chopper landed a little too close to the fence-line, Scully thought but she walked with the EMT and Skinner as they loaded Mulder on the chopper. She sat next to Mulder and he locked eyes with her. She could tell that he needed to feel her touch and though they were still strained, she reached out and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes at her touch and then opened them, again locking eyes with her. She glanced away and Mulder recognized the hurt he had caused her, again. He looked at Skinner and his face was blank as usual. The helicopter took off and Mulder lay back, numbly as they began the long transport from Richmond to Our Lady.

When they arrived, Scully had donned her doctor's coat and had checked Mulder in. She was attending to him even though she was normally in Pediatrics. She chatted with the doctor assigned to him. He recognized Mulder and knew that they were a couple. He told her he'd take good care of him. Mulder though had begun to feel his legs and toes as the animal tranquilizer began to wear off. "I can feel my feet," Mulder spoke.

Scully's eyes widened and she looked at her colleague and then to Mulder. She walked over to his side and placed her hand on his leg. "Can you feel that?"

"Yeah," he said.

"He should be able to walk in about an hour," the doctor said.

"Good, I'm not liking being in the hospital, " he complained.

Scully shook her head. "Thanks doctor. I'm glad it's finally wearing off."

"No problem," the doctor said, walking out the door.

Scully turned to Mulder and observed him for a few moments, not speaking. He pursed his lips to speak. "Say something, Scully. Scream at me, beat me up, say something."

Scully was motionless as she gazed at him, her heart battered and bruised. He swallowed hard and watched as she turned and walked out the door, leaving him to himself.

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