Suddenly, a movement to the left startled Scully, causing her to jump. Gasping, she moved her flashlight in the direction of the noise.
She sighed with relief when she saw it was Jackson. "Oh...Jackson," she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to calling him that.
"How did you find me..." He started. "Oh, right..." he said, forgetting the answer was fairly obvious. "You shouldn't be here," he said with concern.
"You're running from something. From what? You're safe now...right?" Jackson hesitated and Scully could tell he was holding something back. "Honey," she started, moving closer. "Tell me what it is."
Jackson was startled by her words, how familiar they were and her sincerity. He wanted so much to open up to her, to let his feelings pour out, to allow her to shoulder his burden even if it was for such a brief amount of time.
Scully reached out to touch him and he flinched slightly. "I know you sent me those visions for a reason." It was true, but at the same time, he didn't want to put her or his sister's life in danger. His sister.
Looking down at his birth mother's abdomen, which she unsuccessfully tried to conceal, reminded him of why he was doing this. The connection to that tiny life inside was unlike anything he ever experienced other than the connection he shared with their mother. "I'm sorry. I can't. You should go. It's not safe for either of you here."
Scully took several deep breaths, trying to understand. "Tell me why?" She pleaded.
Jackson opened his mouth to respond when the door to the entrance slammed shut, startling them both.
Panicking, they both turned and ran towards the door, pushing and turning the knob to no avail. "Shit," Jackson muttered as a felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
Scully slammed her hands against it in frustration. "Dammit!" The sound of footsteps approaching made them turn around. Scully shined her flashlight into the darkness with one hand and reached for her gun with the other. "Stop, I'm armed!" She demanded.
She was awarded sinister laughter. "Oh, Agent Scully, you'll come to find that won't work on me." The familiar voice was one she could never forget and she already felt her blood boiling in her veins as the smoking man stepped into view.
He smiled. "Oh, it's so good to see you both. You have no idea how much I want a cigarette, but I know second-hand smoke wouldn't be good for the baby."
Scully seemed to be taking quite some time with her hospital errand. Mulder sighed. Maybe she stopped somewhere else? The grocery store? To see Skinner possibly? Maybe even Doggett and Reyes?
Mulder had woken up feeling a bit under the weather and fatigue seemed to be gnawing at him to return to bed. So much so, that he had barely gotten through his morning run.
He had sent a text to Scully about an hour ago and she still hadn't responded. It had been over four hours since he had woken to her note she had left for him. Ever since the X-Files had been closed and the scare with the baby, she generally wasn't away for more than two hours or so. Shopping was usually something they did together so he could do all the lifting, and she would tell him if she had an appointment to check on the baby. He insisted on being there for all of it.
He began to worry. Did something happen? Was something wrong with the baby? Surely, someone would have notified him, right?
Worry prompted him to dial her number, hoping he didn't seem like an overbearing husband in the process. Before he could fathom an explanation, the call went straight to voicemail, which either meant she sidebared his call right away or her phone was dead or off. Neither of those scenarios sat well with him.
He coughed and then remembered that both of them had Find-My-Phone apps on their computers. If Scully was in real trouble, she would forgive his little trespass later, he thought as he went to find her laptop...hoping it wasn't with her.