Title - I Know What You Did . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG
Classification - TRA
Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance, Angst, Charlie Fic
Spoilers - The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Summary - Mulder and Scully help her brother Charlie and end up with more trouble than they bargained for.
Disclaimer - The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
Chapter 7
Mulder takes another sip of his second cup of coffee of the morning. Two cups of coffee before even leaving home and she still isn't close to being ready.
"Scully," he calls to her, hoping not to anger the woman. "Are you about ready?"
"Do I look ready?" she snaps at him as she storms out of the bedroom.
His eyes widen in shock at her appearance. She's outgrown another set of clothes, seemingly overnight. Try as she might, there's just no way she's going to get those pants buttoned, he thinks to himself. And she hasn't yet bothered to put on a shirt.
"Well, I'd love to have you prance topless around the office, but I'm sure there's something against that in the regulations," he chuckles. In the two and a half weeks he's been staying there, she's gone through a lot of changes - emotional and physical. And it's always amusing to him to see how she handles her wardrobe crises. He doesn't understand why she refuses to buy maternity clothes. Unfortunately for Mulder, Scully isn't in a laughing kind of mood.
"You think this is funny?" she huffs. "If I'm holding you up so much, why don't you just go ahead without me?"
"Because then we'd have to drive two cars to your doctor's appointment this afternoon," he explains.
"You're coming with me?" she asks, her tone suddenly turning sweet.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss Junior's first picture," he smiles. "But if you don't get dressed, *you* might be the one missing it."
"As you can see," she says, gesturing down her body with her hands. "Nothing fits. I look like a cow. I'm barely three months and I'm already starting to show. I saw pictures of Mom when she was pregnant with Bill. She didn't start to show until she was almost five months."
She goes back into the room, returning in a pair of black stretchy boot cut pants and a loose fitting peasant blouse.
"I thought you said nothing fit," he remarks as he helps her gather her things.
"These pants are stretchy and have an elastic waist band," she explains. "But I won't be able to wear these to work every day. Luckily it's Friday and I might be able to get away with the casual look."
"You could go shopping. Get some maternity clothes. Allison from upstairs said there's a shop in Georgetown Park with some nice things."
"And who, may I ask, is Allison?" The eyebrow seems to reach new heights.
"The pregnant blond. She lives two floors up," Mulder says as if she should have known. "I helped her carry some groceries to her apartment one day."
"Mulder, you've been here for less than three weeks and you already know more people in my building than I do," she smiles.
"You know me. I'm just a chick magnet," he says with a smug grin.
"Oh brother," she rolls her eyes, grabbing onto his hand to walk out the door. "Let's go, Loverboy, before we're even later for work."
* * * * *
Monotony for most people is just that. Monotonous. Boring. Dull. But for Charles Scully it means peace. It means quiet. It means not having to worry about being called to take part in some sinister, mysterious plot. The past month for him has been filled with said monotony, a blessed banality ruling his weeks. It was a good thing. He should know by now that all good things eventually come to an end. He should have known that a call would come.
He hangs up the phone and lifts his drink with a shaking hand. This call was different. There's no assignment for him this time. Nothing for him to do. This call came as a warning, advising him to stay out of the way. Taunting him with the knowledge that something big is going to happen with his sister and there's not a thing he can do to stop it.
Charlie angrily throws his drink against the wall, watching the glass shatter into tiny pieces much like his life. Splintered and fragmented. No amount of glue able to piece it back together again. For the first time since this whole mess began, Charlie realizes it's too late for him. He can't fix his life. But can make sure his mistake doesn't touch his family anymore, starting with his sister. Whatever is planned for her, Charlie is going to make sure she's prepared for it. He may even be able to stop it. He at least owes her that.
* * * * *
They watch from a distance as Charlie boards his plane. Checking the destination board once more, they see he's headed towards Washington D.C. They smile at each other, seeing that their plan is finally in motion. The man takes out his cell phone and places a call.
"He took the bait. He's on a plane headed to his sister," he says. "After hearing about the impending danger, there's no way Mulder will leave her alone. With any luck, everyone should be in place by tonight. We'll be able to do it then."
He hangs up the phone and goes back to his companion where they watch for a moment longer as Charlie's plane takes off. They can't stay for too long, though. They have their own plane to catch. They have their own part to play in this little drama that's unfolding. He wouldn't miss this for the world. He has a feeling that after tonight, nobody's life will be the same.
* * * * *
The nurse calls her name and Scully rises to go to an examination room. Mulder stands to follow her, but she puts a hand on his chest to stop him.
"It's the yucky part first, Mulder," she explains. "You don't want to be in there for that. I'll have them call you back when they start the ultrasound."
After a half hour of squirming in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, Mulder is led to a back room where Scully is on the table already.
"Perfect timing," the doctor says, looking up at Mulder. "You must be Mulder. Dana said you'd be joining us for the show."
"Nice meeting you, Dr. Carson," Mulder mumbles nervously, still unsure of what to expect.
"Relax, Mulder. I'm the one getting slimed here," she smiles, looking down at the clammy gel coating her stomach. She reaches out a hand to him and pulls him to the chair at the side of the table.
"Are you two ready?" the doctor asks before placing the wand on her belly. The air is filled with a watery thumping noise that makes Mulder look up at him in wonder.
"What's that?"
"It's the baby's heartbeat," Scully says, her eyes starting to fill with tears. "But it sounds really fast. Is that normal?"
"A baby's heartbeat is normally fast, but not that fast. However," the doctor points out something on the screen that makes Scully's mouth drop wide open. "I don't think it's a problem in this case."
"I can't believe it," Scully gasps.
"What?" Mulder asks. "What's going on? Is there a problem with the baby's heart?"
"No," the doctor smiles. "Because you're not hearing one abnormally fast heart beat."
"We're hearing two normal ones," Scully finishes for him.
"T-two? You mean twins?" Mulder stutters.
"I suspected it when Dana described the difficulties she was experiencing," the doctor continues. "The severe nausea. The extreme hunger. The early weight gain. Those indications all point towards multiples."
"Twins," Mulder says again, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'll let you two take a moment to absorb this news while we wait for the other technician. Dana, do you still want to do the CVS today?"
"What's a CVS?" Mulder asks.
"CVS stands for chorionic villus sampling. I was hesitant to do an EA, that's early amniocentesis, for Dana so soon in her pregnancy. The CVS is usually done at this stage and I think it will allow the DNA analysis she wants."
"DNA analysis?" Mulder looks at Scully with confusion in his eyes.
"Could you give us a minute, Doctor?" she politely says to him. She waits until he leaves the room before turning to Mulder.
"Why do you want a DNA analysis? Is this going to be safe for you and the babies?" he asks before she gets the chance to explain.
"Mulder, you know what was done to me. I just want to be sure of some things. And maybe the gunmen will be able to check for a match on the paternity while we're at it."
"Okay," he sighs. "That makes sense. The more we know, the better prepared we'll be for anything."
He forces a smile for her sake, but inside he's worried. Not so much about what the children are or where they came from. But he's worried about *who* they came from. What will happen to him when Scully has a face to put to their father? Will she even need him anymore? He tries to shake aside those thoughts. What's important is that she needs him now. Maybe things will end up working out for the best. He finds himself praying that small prayer as the doctor comes back to start the procedure.
To be continued . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG
Classification - TRA
Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance, Angst, Charlie Fic
Spoilers - The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Summary - Mulder and Scully help her brother Charlie and end up with more trouble than they bargained for.
Disclaimer - The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
Chapter 7
Mulder takes another sip of his second cup of coffee of the morning. Two cups of coffee before even leaving home and she still isn't close to being ready.
"Scully," he calls to her, hoping not to anger the woman. "Are you about ready?"
"Do I look ready?" she snaps at him as she storms out of the bedroom.
His eyes widen in shock at her appearance. She's outgrown another set of clothes, seemingly overnight. Try as she might, there's just no way she's going to get those pants buttoned, he thinks to himself. And she hasn't yet bothered to put on a shirt.
"Well, I'd love to have you prance topless around the office, but I'm sure there's something against that in the regulations," he chuckles. In the two and a half weeks he's been staying there, she's gone through a lot of changes - emotional and physical. And it's always amusing to him to see how she handles her wardrobe crises. He doesn't understand why she refuses to buy maternity clothes. Unfortunately for Mulder, Scully isn't in a laughing kind of mood.
"You think this is funny?" she huffs. "If I'm holding you up so much, why don't you just go ahead without me?"
"Because then we'd have to drive two cars to your doctor's appointment this afternoon," he explains.
"You're coming with me?" she asks, her tone suddenly turning sweet.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss Junior's first picture," he smiles. "But if you don't get dressed, *you* might be the one missing it."
"As you can see," she says, gesturing down her body with her hands. "Nothing fits. I look like a cow. I'm barely three months and I'm already starting to show. I saw pictures of Mom when she was pregnant with Bill. She didn't start to show until she was almost five months."
She goes back into the room, returning in a pair of black stretchy boot cut pants and a loose fitting peasant blouse.
"I thought you said nothing fit," he remarks as he helps her gather her things.
"These pants are stretchy and have an elastic waist band," she explains. "But I won't be able to wear these to work every day. Luckily it's Friday and I might be able to get away with the casual look."
"You could go shopping. Get some maternity clothes. Allison from upstairs said there's a shop in Georgetown Park with some nice things."
"And who, may I ask, is Allison?" The eyebrow seems to reach new heights.
"The pregnant blond. She lives two floors up," Mulder says as if she should have known. "I helped her carry some groceries to her apartment one day."
"Mulder, you've been here for less than three weeks and you already know more people in my building than I do," she smiles.
"You know me. I'm just a chick magnet," he says with a smug grin.
"Oh brother," she rolls her eyes, grabbing onto his hand to walk out the door. "Let's go, Loverboy, before we're even later for work."
* * * * *
Monotony for most people is just that. Monotonous. Boring. Dull. But for Charles Scully it means peace. It means quiet. It means not having to worry about being called to take part in some sinister, mysterious plot. The past month for him has been filled with said monotony, a blessed banality ruling his weeks. It was a good thing. He should know by now that all good things eventually come to an end. He should have known that a call would come.
He hangs up the phone and lifts his drink with a shaking hand. This call was different. There's no assignment for him this time. Nothing for him to do. This call came as a warning, advising him to stay out of the way. Taunting him with the knowledge that something big is going to happen with his sister and there's not a thing he can do to stop it.
Charlie angrily throws his drink against the wall, watching the glass shatter into tiny pieces much like his life. Splintered and fragmented. No amount of glue able to piece it back together again. For the first time since this whole mess began, Charlie realizes it's too late for him. He can't fix his life. But can make sure his mistake doesn't touch his family anymore, starting with his sister. Whatever is planned for her, Charlie is going to make sure she's prepared for it. He may even be able to stop it. He at least owes her that.
* * * * *
They watch from a distance as Charlie boards his plane. Checking the destination board once more, they see he's headed towards Washington D.C. They smile at each other, seeing that their plan is finally in motion. The man takes out his cell phone and places a call.
"He took the bait. He's on a plane headed to his sister," he says. "After hearing about the impending danger, there's no way Mulder will leave her alone. With any luck, everyone should be in place by tonight. We'll be able to do it then."
He hangs up the phone and goes back to his companion where they watch for a moment longer as Charlie's plane takes off. They can't stay for too long, though. They have their own plane to catch. They have their own part to play in this little drama that's unfolding. He wouldn't miss this for the world. He has a feeling that after tonight, nobody's life will be the same.
* * * * *
The nurse calls her name and Scully rises to go to an examination room. Mulder stands to follow her, but she puts a hand on his chest to stop him.
"It's the yucky part first, Mulder," she explains. "You don't want to be in there for that. I'll have them call you back when they start the ultrasound."
After a half hour of squirming in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, Mulder is led to a back room where Scully is on the table already.
"Perfect timing," the doctor says, looking up at Mulder. "You must be Mulder. Dana said you'd be joining us for the show."
"Nice meeting you, Dr. Carson," Mulder mumbles nervously, still unsure of what to expect.
"Relax, Mulder. I'm the one getting slimed here," she smiles, looking down at the clammy gel coating her stomach. She reaches out a hand to him and pulls him to the chair at the side of the table.
"Are you two ready?" the doctor asks before placing the wand on her belly. The air is filled with a watery thumping noise that makes Mulder look up at him in wonder.
"What's that?"
"It's the baby's heartbeat," Scully says, her eyes starting to fill with tears. "But it sounds really fast. Is that normal?"
"A baby's heartbeat is normally fast, but not that fast. However," the doctor points out something on the screen that makes Scully's mouth drop wide open. "I don't think it's a problem in this case."
"I can't believe it," Scully gasps.
"What?" Mulder asks. "What's going on? Is there a problem with the baby's heart?"
"No," the doctor smiles. "Because you're not hearing one abnormally fast heart beat."
"We're hearing two normal ones," Scully finishes for him.
"T-two? You mean twins?" Mulder stutters.
"I suspected it when Dana described the difficulties she was experiencing," the doctor continues. "The severe nausea. The extreme hunger. The early weight gain. Those indications all point towards multiples."
"Twins," Mulder says again, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'll let you two take a moment to absorb this news while we wait for the other technician. Dana, do you still want to do the CVS today?"
"What's a CVS?" Mulder asks.
"CVS stands for chorionic villus sampling. I was hesitant to do an EA, that's early amniocentesis, for Dana so soon in her pregnancy. The CVS is usually done at this stage and I think it will allow the DNA analysis she wants."
"DNA analysis?" Mulder looks at Scully with confusion in his eyes.
"Could you give us a minute, Doctor?" she politely says to him. She waits until he leaves the room before turning to Mulder.
"Why do you want a DNA analysis? Is this going to be safe for you and the babies?" he asks before she gets the chance to explain.
"Mulder, you know what was done to me. I just want to be sure of some things. And maybe the gunmen will be able to check for a match on the paternity while we're at it."
"Okay," he sighs. "That makes sense. The more we know, the better prepared we'll be for anything."
He forces a smile for her sake, but inside he's worried. Not so much about what the children are or where they came from. But he's worried about *who* they came from. What will happen to him when Scully has a face to put to their father? Will she even need him anymore? He tries to shake aside those thoughts. What's important is that she needs him now. Maybe things will end up working out for the best. He finds himself praying that small prayer as the doctor comes back to start the procedure.
To be continued . . .