AUTHOR: Kate Mulder
EMAIL: Enigma806@aol.com
TITLE: Perspectives VI: Return to Me
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: When her fondest wish comes true, Scully thinks about a few things.
CATEGORY: MSR, angst lite, Scully POV, some MT
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored! If you don't have the rest of the series, contact me and I can send them. Drop me a line and let me know of your intentions.
FEEDBACK: Puh-lease? With cherries on top?! Huh? How about it?
SPOILERS: "Requiem" (sorry!), "En Ami", generally seasons 1-6 otherwise
NOTES: The "Perspectives" series continues! Thanks to everyone for the wonderful feedback--you have kept this series going! Parts one through five are not required reading for the course, but they might help. If you're missing parts, email me. I'll get back to the Bill Scully POV soon--I promise. That's my plan for the next part, actually.
Previous stories (all short vignettes) in this series:
Perspectives
Perspectives II
Perspectives III: Frankly, My Dear...
Perspectives IV: Every A.D. Has His Day
Perspectives V: Sappy Love Songs
x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x
Perspectives VI: Return to Me
He's back.
After all these months, he's finally back.
And he's in a damn coma.
I should have expected this, given the condition I was in when I returned from my abduction. But he's in better shape than I was. I should be happy.
Instead, I feel like something's missing. I want him to open those beautiful green eyes of his and look at me.
I want him to see our baby girl.
I've named her in the meantime. I'm not going to let our child go nameless for an indefinite period of time--why set her up for more problems than she'll already have in the long run?
Problems she'll have just because of who she is.
And where she came from.
That smoking bastard impregnated me while he took me on that little trip with him. He drugged me. To give me my baby.
That was the only reason he probably took me with him on that trip.
But if my little angel had to come from the devil's advocate, I'm not arguing. she is so precious to me.
God works in mysterious ways sometimes. I have to believe that's the explanation behind it. To think anything else would be too hideous.
I've named her Alana. Alana Hope Mulder. She needs to be her own person and not have to carry the expectations names like Samantha or Melissa would put upon her.
Alana and I will be released from the hospital tomorrow, but I'm not leaving. I'll be released, but I'll stick around. Mulder needs me. He should be waking up soon. And I don't want him to be alone when he does. I'll be there.
I'll be there with Alana.
I love him, and he's finally back. Despite the pain and fatigue (along with the incredible thrill) that childbirth has left me with, I focus on that thought alone. I love Mulder. He's come back to me.
And aside from our beautiful little girl, that's the best thing I could have ever asked for.
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A nurse walks into the room. She has a wheelchair with her.
"Mr. Mulder appears to be coming around," she says. "Would you like to see him?"
Does she even have to ask?
I tell her I don't need the wheelchair, but I take it in order to avoid a fight. I'll do what I have to do--as long as I can see Mulder. I pick little Alana up and take her with me. She's not too happy about being aroused from her nap, but she quiets down quickly.
We get to Mulder's room just in time to see him blink open his eyes. It's the first time I've seen those beautiful eyes in seven months. Too many months.
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"Hey," I whisper, leaning into his line of sight.
He moans softly, and smiles. "Best sight I could have picked to wake up to."
I smile in return, and stroke his hair with my free hand.
"How long?" he asks.
"Seven months," I tell him. "You don't remember anything, do you?"
He shakes his head slowly. "No. Wish I did."
I kiss his forehead, and his eyebrow shoots up. "I take it you missed me."
More than he could have ever known. I just nod my head, though, and shift Alana in my arms so that he can see her. "There's someone I'd like you to meet, Mulder."
His chin drops. "Um...wow. She...she's beautiful, Scully." His voice sounds awed. He squints, and leans forward, a hint of the Mulder-y mischief I've come to adore creeping into his eyes. "It *is* a she, right?"
I smack him lightly, playfully. "Of course. Her name's Alana. Would you like to hold her?"
He nods, and I give Alana to him. He holds her carefully, lightly...as if he's afraid she'll break. I can understand his trepidation. She looks so tiny and fragile. She's my miracle baby. Our miracle baby.
He stares at her for a second, then me.
"Oh, Scully," he sighs, his voice heavy with emotion. "I'm so happy for you. You've got your baby now."
"*Our* baby," I say, kissing his cheek. I tickle Alana's little chin, and she snuggles down further into Mulder's arms.
The look on his face is one I'd have waited forever to see.
I'm just glad I *didn't* have to wait forever.
XXXXXXXX
The End
7/22/00
EMAIL: Enigma806@aol.com
TITLE: Perspectives VI: Return to Me
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: When her fondest wish comes true, Scully thinks about a few things.
CATEGORY: MSR, angst lite, Scully POV, some MT
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored! If you don't have the rest of the series, contact me and I can send them. Drop me a line and let me know of your intentions.
FEEDBACK: Puh-lease? With cherries on top?! Huh? How about it?
SPOILERS: "Requiem" (sorry!), "En Ami", generally seasons 1-6 otherwise
NOTES: The "Perspectives" series continues! Thanks to everyone for the wonderful feedback--you have kept this series going! Parts one through five are not required reading for the course, but they might help. If you're missing parts, email me. I'll get back to the Bill Scully POV soon--I promise. That's my plan for the next part, actually.
Previous stories (all short vignettes) in this series:
Perspectives
Perspectives II
Perspectives III: Frankly, My Dear...
Perspectives IV: Every A.D. Has His Day
Perspectives V: Sappy Love Songs
x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x
Perspectives VI: Return to Me
He's back.
After all these months, he's finally back.
And he's in a damn coma.
I should have expected this, given the condition I was in when I returned from my abduction. But he's in better shape than I was. I should be happy.
Instead, I feel like something's missing. I want him to open those beautiful green eyes of his and look at me.
I want him to see our baby girl.
I've named her in the meantime. I'm not going to let our child go nameless for an indefinite period of time--why set her up for more problems than she'll already have in the long run?
Problems she'll have just because of who she is.
And where she came from.
That smoking bastard impregnated me while he took me on that little trip with him. He drugged me. To give me my baby.
That was the only reason he probably took me with him on that trip.
But if my little angel had to come from the devil's advocate, I'm not arguing. she is so precious to me.
God works in mysterious ways sometimes. I have to believe that's the explanation behind it. To think anything else would be too hideous.
I've named her Alana. Alana Hope Mulder. She needs to be her own person and not have to carry the expectations names like Samantha or Melissa would put upon her.
Alana and I will be released from the hospital tomorrow, but I'm not leaving. I'll be released, but I'll stick around. Mulder needs me. He should be waking up soon. And I don't want him to be alone when he does. I'll be there.
I'll be there with Alana.
I love him, and he's finally back. Despite the pain and fatigue (along with the incredible thrill) that childbirth has left me with, I focus on that thought alone. I love Mulder. He's come back to me.
And aside from our beautiful little girl, that's the best thing I could have ever asked for.
XXXXXXXX
A nurse walks into the room. She has a wheelchair with her.
"Mr. Mulder appears to be coming around," she says. "Would you like to see him?"
Does she even have to ask?
I tell her I don't need the wheelchair, but I take it in order to avoid a fight. I'll do what I have to do--as long as I can see Mulder. I pick little Alana up and take her with me. She's not too happy about being aroused from her nap, but she quiets down quickly.
We get to Mulder's room just in time to see him blink open his eyes. It's the first time I've seen those beautiful eyes in seven months. Too many months.
XXXXXXXX
"Hey," I whisper, leaning into his line of sight.
He moans softly, and smiles. "Best sight I could have picked to wake up to."
I smile in return, and stroke his hair with my free hand.
"How long?" he asks.
"Seven months," I tell him. "You don't remember anything, do you?"
He shakes his head slowly. "No. Wish I did."
I kiss his forehead, and his eyebrow shoots up. "I take it you missed me."
More than he could have ever known. I just nod my head, though, and shift Alana in my arms so that he can see her. "There's someone I'd like you to meet, Mulder."
His chin drops. "Um...wow. She...she's beautiful, Scully." His voice sounds awed. He squints, and leans forward, a hint of the Mulder-y mischief I've come to adore creeping into his eyes. "It *is* a she, right?"
I smack him lightly, playfully. "Of course. Her name's Alana. Would you like to hold her?"
He nods, and I give Alana to him. He holds her carefully, lightly...as if he's afraid she'll break. I can understand his trepidation. She looks so tiny and fragile. She's my miracle baby. Our miracle baby.
He stares at her for a second, then me.
"Oh, Scully," he sighs, his voice heavy with emotion. "I'm so happy for you. You've got your baby now."
"*Our* baby," I say, kissing his cheek. I tickle Alana's little chin, and she snuggles down further into Mulder's arms.
The look on his face is one I'd have waited forever to see.
I'm just glad I *didn't* have to wait forever.
XXXXXXXX
The End
7/22/00