Title: Without You Chapter Seven
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April 2, 2002
Gold City, Nevada
County Medical Examiner's Office
"Are you sure that the substance that I gave you was unrecognizable?" I ask staring into the eyes of the medical examiner.
Gold City. Population 792. And they have a medical examiner. If anything that should be the X-file.
"I'm positive, Doctor Scully. I've never seen anything like it," he pauses, "Where did you get this sample?"
"An infant's crib."
I walk out of the room without so much as an explanation to him. He wouldn't understand it anyways. Doggett sits in a chair outside the glass of the window dazing off into space.
"Well?" he asks when he finally spots me.
"The substance we found is not identifiable. We need to find this couple and their child because I think--"
"--that they are in danger," Doggett finishes for me, "I'm already one step ahead of you, Agent Scully."
He motions towards a room across the hall. A young brunette with brown eyes sits rocking her infant son, scared for the life of the child as well as her own life. A tall man with blond hair and blue eyes watches over her protectively. The happy family.
I turn to head towards the door, but Agent Doggett stops me, turning me around.
"Dana, they are scared for their lives as well as their child's. I would strongly suggest that you don't say anything that would give them the impression to high tail it out of town. They might be able to help us find that truth that you've been looking for. To find Mulder's truth."
My gaze somehow finds its way back to John Doggett and the compassion in his eyes. He shouldn't be stuck with me finding Mulder's truth that became mine over the years. John should be living a life without the hassle of a government conspiracy and a partner with crackpot theories.
"John, maybe its time to stop," I tell him, my gaze becoming icy.
"Stop?" he asks confused.
"I don't want to drag you around looking for my salvation, Mulder's truth. You have another life to be living. You have people that can return the love that you show, a love that I can only return as friendship and compassion. Go back to Washington D.C. Get out of the hell whole that you've been placed in and--"
"--Agent Scully, don't you get it? I am not the type that leaves vulnerable, emotional women on the other side of the country. It's not in my job description."
I put my head down in defeat.
"Fine."
Walking into the room with the gaze of two young parents on me is almost too much. Their son starts to fuss.
"Are you the person that is going to help us?" the young mother asks.
"I'm gong to try. My name is Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI and we've seen a few cases similar to yours," I tell her trying to reassure her.
A case that was mine. A case that involved my family, my child, and the love of my life. And now here I am trying to help a young couple cope with the anomaly that has befell their child.
"I'm Tessa and this is my husband, Mark, and our son, Jamie," the quite woman says.
"How can you help us?" Mark speaks up.
I look at the couple long and hard, trying to figure out the best way to ask them if their child has been controlling objects with his mind.
Upon asking such a question they requested to see my badge, not believing that I am who I say I am.
After a few more questions I finally realize that this child is indeed like William. He has all of the same symptoms that William had, but the thing that strikes me as odd is the fact that with William they needed him or Mulder, but these people are nobody to the cause or the alien invasion.
"Roswell, New Mexico, is your only safe bet," I finally tell them.
"Roswell?" Tessa questions.
I explain to them the things that I saw when I followed Mulder into a rock quarry and the fact that the super soldiers were destructible when exposed to the rock in that quarry.
Half an hour later the couple leaves. Tessa holds onto her son, Jamie, tightly not wanting to let him go while Mark puts a protective arm around his wife.
I watch as they go out the door and put my head down on the desk in defeat. Another day done, another couple helped, but my emotions have finally freed themselves.
I was like her once. Scared for the life of my son because I didn't know who or what he was. But the odd thing is the fact that I didn't have Mulder with me during that time either. I was scared and alone, much like I am now.
"Dana?" Doggett asks from the doorway.
"They are going to Roswell. They'll be safe there and will be able to raise their son," I tell him, my lip starting to quiver. "It's not fair--" I barely whisper.
"Agent Scully, its been a long day. Why don't we go get something to eat and head back to the motel. You need to get some sleep," Doggett says helping me up and ushering me out the door.
"They get to go on and live their lives. I have nothing," I sob.
"But you do!" he tells me, "You have your babies, you mother, and the memories of the life you had with Mulder and William. And besides you've got some great friends."
Doggett puts his arm around me reassuring me and walks with me out the door.
"John, the truth will never be found," I whisper.
"Why not?"
"Because I think deep down the thing that was always driving Mulder was the need to find his sister and expose the men in the government that took her. And somewhere along the way his quest for the truth became mine as well, but there is nothing there any longer." I pause, "No driving force."
"There will always be a driving force to solve these cases that everyone else throws out in the garbage."
I don't say anything. I don't need to. Deep down I think John saved me at that moment from shutting down the X-files. He saved me from closing the door on finding the truth--any truth that would give us justification and vindication.
May 15, 2002
Scully's Apartment
Another month has gone by.
Another anniversary to observe. Three months now that I have been without Mulder and Will. Three long months that seem to have dragged on for a lifetime.
I hate it when the fifteenth of the month rolls around. It is hard to get through the day knowing that another month has passed. Just a week ago I was angry with myself for trying to move on. Mulder and Will have only been dead for 11 weeks, I told myself--I can't let go that quickly.
The clock on the wall ticks.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I can't stand it any longer.
Hours later I find myself in a much more sedative mood. Perhaps, since the day is almost over or maybe because it has been just a good day to relax. And do absolutely nothing.
A person would never realize how lonely life could be until they experienced the life full of hectic schedules and endless discussions.
Golden rays from the setting sun stream into my living room as I lay on the couch with a book propped up. I can't concentrate though, as I continue to feel tiny, but profound kicks from within. It is amazing to feel them kicking. At 18 weeks along I definitely have a little belly that protrudes outward, making its presence known.
I run my hand over my stomach in awe. Every time I do that I'm still shocked and amazed that I have two babies growing inside of me considering the fact that three years ago I didn't even think that I could get pregnant, let alone with twins.
Ring
Ring
Ring
The phone screams.
"Hello?"
"Scully?" the voice seems so distant, yet I recognize it almost immediately.
"Oh my, God!" I whisper into the phone.
"It's me...Mulder."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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