Title: Without You Part Four
Everything else is in part one
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Mercy Clinic
Georgetown
2:30 p.m.
I hate waiting rooms. I always have. Doggett sits next to me waiting patiently like any one else in the room, but he doesn't have any idea why I'm here. I haven't had the heart to tell him.
Like it was two years ago, I was afraid to tell him. Afraid to let this man into even a teeny part of my heart. I've worked with him for almost two years and I have come to respect this man.
Even on the verge of trust, but it has been so much harder to trust a second time around. I was much like Mulder when Doggett was assigned to the X-Files. I had thought that he was there to close the door on that office and shut it down, not even letting me find Mulder, but we found him.
"Dana Scully," a nurse calls out into the crowded waiting room.
I stand up and head towards the door that leads to the examining room.
"Is that your husband?" the nurse inquires looking back at an uncomfortable Doggett.
I shake my head, "He's just a friend. My husband couldn't make it."
He'd never make it again. Even though Mulder and I were never married we were so much like a married couple. I think our relationship was deeper than a lot of married couples, but that relationship that we formed was rooted in trust and respect for one another.
The nurse turns back to Doggett again, "Sir, would you like to come back as well?"
The damn nurse just doesn't know when to stop. Doggett looks at me for some sort of answer. He definitely looks uncomfortable sitting out in this waiting room filled with young couples and tiny babies.
I nod and Doggett nearly jumps up out of his seat, thanking me with his eyes because he wouldn't have to sit out in that waiting room.
"Agent Scully, would you care to tell me what exactly you are here for?" he inquires confused.
Before I can respond we reach a door that the nurse ushers us into.
An examining table along with an ultrasound machine and a few chairs populate the otherwise desolate examining room. The nurse hands me a clipboard.
"Dr. Ziebarth will be with you in a few minutes, but while you wait here are some forms for you to fill out," she says and leaves the room.
I stare down at the clipboard.
Hmm.. this shouldn't be too hard. I easily answer all of the questions. Have you had a terminal illness? Surgery? A previous child? Been hospitalized with in the past few weeks? I can't imagine what some doctors would say if they saw my chart. It's a medical gold mine.
Footsteps echo outside the door and I look up from the completed form. A tall man with black hair and shining blue eyes enters looking at my chart.
Dr. Ziebarth, the doctor that I've trusted for the past year of Will's life for everything from an earache to his first tooth looks up from my chart.
"Dana, it's nice to see you again," he says warmly.
Dr. Ziebarth looks at Doggett and then back at me before he extends his hand, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Dr. Ziebarth and you are?"
"John Doggett, I work with Dana and I didn't want her to drive here on her own after experiencing some dizzy spells this morning," Doggett says.
The doctor nods, "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Dr. Ziebarth studies my chart for a moment longer and then looks back up at me.
"Dana, why don't you hop up on the examining table and we'll get the ultrasound machine going to determine how far along you are," Dr. Ziebarth tells me.
He starts the ultrasound machine and prepares for the room for the examination.
I start to stand, but the dizziness hits again and I nearly fall over. Doggett supports me immediately and helps me over to the examining table.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me, Agent Scully?" Doggett whispers somewhat angrily out of earshot of the doctor.
"I didn't think it was necessary," I whisper back.
Dr. Ziebarth turns his attention back to me lying on the examining table.
"Now this might be a little chilly," he says as he places the gel on my abdomen and starts to go over it.
Seconds later a tiny peanut shape pops up on the screen. Tears start to form in the corners of my eyes as I gaze at the tiny life growing inside of me. This child is all that I have left of Mulder. All that I have left of the relationship that we had just three weeks ago. Seeing that tiny image on the screen brings a reality to it all.
The man standing next to me should be Mulder, but it is Doggett and deep down I know that if it couldn't be Mulder next to me then I'd be happy to know that Doggett was there.
He too is staring intently at the tiny peanut on the screen. Doggett's expression says it all: the last time he saw an ultrasound of a child was that of his son Luke's. I reach out and grab onto his hand.
Doggett looks down at me and smiles.
"It appears to me that you are nearly eight weeks pregnant," Dr. Ziebarth says as he moves the wand towards where the beating heart is.
I smile at the sight of it.
Dr. Ziebarth turns the volume up on the machine the room is filled with the sound of the strong heartbeat.
"Do you hear that?" Dr. Ziebarth inquires.
"Hear what?" I ask, starting to panic.
Dr. Ziebarth smiles at me reassuringly and then moves the wand over my belly again.
"Look here, Dana, do you see that?" he inquires.
I stare at the screen for a long minute, trying to figure out what he wants me to see.
Doggett, too, is staring at the screen, just as confused as I am. Finally, the silence in the room is broken by Doggett's New Yorker voice, "That almost looks like there are two heartbeats on the screen."
Dr. Ziebarth nods, smiling.
And then it hits me, two heartbeats on the screen, and the sound of two hearts beating. It can't be. It just can't be.
"Oh my, God," I utter looking from Doggett back to Dr. Ziebarth.
"Its twins Dana, congrats," Dr. Ziebarth says beaming.
I stare at the screen long and hard and then my world starts to go black as I feel myself falling into the darkness in my mind, falling into my oblivion.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Stay tuned for part five!