CHAPTER TWO: Seeking Advice
I couldn't believe what Scully had just told me. She was pregnant with Skinner's baby. I made quick connections in my head; my brain was telling me that she slept with him, but I knew that couldn't be true. Could it?
"Monica, I'm sorry... I just didn't think anybody else could handle it... So I turned to you," Scully muttered, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No. I'm not scared, just... I didn't know you and Skinner were..." I began, finding myself unable to explain my thoughts.
"That's just it. There's nothing between him and I. One night... when I was sure Mulder would never return from hiding, I found myself outside Skinner's door, shivering in my nightgown. I was crying, so he let me in out of courtesy. Together we looked at the stars, and I cried in his arms about how much I missed Mulder and how I wished he could be at home with our son. Soon, I found myself in his bed, making passionate love to the assistant director," Scully explained.
My mouth hung open, and I stared at the once innocent Dana Scully. She had slept with Skinner. Skinner, of all people! "Listen, I have errands to run, Scully. I'll see ya later," I lied, handing William to his mother. I waved, and was out the door in a flash. There was one thing on my mind at this point, and that was to call Doggett.
I ran toward my SUV in the eerie darkness that was Georgetown Street. I felt as if someone was watching me, but I always felt like that. I don't know how a person could ever feel normal after having the kind of experiences I had encountered. The silver car seemed almost radiant in the soft moonlight; it looked like a savior of some kind. My phone was inside, and I would soon be safely driving home with Doggett's calm voice muttering some good advice into the earpiece.
I grasped the door handle, suddenly realizing that I hadn't locked my car (something I never do). I must be totally out of it! I told myself. The watch on my left hand read 3:00 am. No wonder! You need sleep! I reassured myself, hopping willingly into the SUV. My phone lay in the center of the passenger seat face down. I was sure I'd left it in the glove compartment, but then again, it was three am, and I hadn't slept in almost two days. I grabbed the phone, and called Doggett's number, while starting the ignition. I backed out of the parking space, and started driving down the street, waiting anxiously for John to pick up his phone. Then, from the back of the car, I hear a slight ringing tone. I gasped, my heart racing with fear. "Wh-Who's there?" I quietly asked.
There was no answer, just ringing.
I pulled over in a vacant parking spot, standing up in the car, and bumping my head on the ceiling, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried with pain. There was movement in the back of the car. It was dark, but I could tell somebody else was there. "I-I'm an FBI agent, show yourself, or I."
A figure stepped out from the darkness. It was Doggett. The ringing must've been his cell, I realized. "Monica," he blurted, in that sweet strained voice.
"Jesus, you scared me!" I exclaimed. "Why are you in my car?"
"I came down to Scully's place, you know, it's just what friends do. I thought she might need some help with Will. Then I saw your car, and I knew you were visiting, so I picked the lock and waited for you. Then you didn't show, and I guess I fell asleep," Doggett explained.
I smiled at him, "C'mon, it's late. Let's get home, I've got something to tell you," I replied motioning for him to sit down (I couldn't believe he'd picked the lock to my car!). I got back into the drivers seat, and drove back to my little apartment. Mr. John Doggett was about to get some very, very deep gossip from me.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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I couldn't believe what Scully had just told me. She was pregnant with Skinner's baby. I made quick connections in my head; my brain was telling me that she slept with him, but I knew that couldn't be true. Could it?
"Monica, I'm sorry... I just didn't think anybody else could handle it... So I turned to you," Scully muttered, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No. I'm not scared, just... I didn't know you and Skinner were..." I began, finding myself unable to explain my thoughts.
"That's just it. There's nothing between him and I. One night... when I was sure Mulder would never return from hiding, I found myself outside Skinner's door, shivering in my nightgown. I was crying, so he let me in out of courtesy. Together we looked at the stars, and I cried in his arms about how much I missed Mulder and how I wished he could be at home with our son. Soon, I found myself in his bed, making passionate love to the assistant director," Scully explained.
My mouth hung open, and I stared at the once innocent Dana Scully. She had slept with Skinner. Skinner, of all people! "Listen, I have errands to run, Scully. I'll see ya later," I lied, handing William to his mother. I waved, and was out the door in a flash. There was one thing on my mind at this point, and that was to call Doggett.
I ran toward my SUV in the eerie darkness that was Georgetown Street. I felt as if someone was watching me, but I always felt like that. I don't know how a person could ever feel normal after having the kind of experiences I had encountered. The silver car seemed almost radiant in the soft moonlight; it looked like a savior of some kind. My phone was inside, and I would soon be safely driving home with Doggett's calm voice muttering some good advice into the earpiece.
I grasped the door handle, suddenly realizing that I hadn't locked my car (something I never do). I must be totally out of it! I told myself. The watch on my left hand read 3:00 am. No wonder! You need sleep! I reassured myself, hopping willingly into the SUV. My phone lay in the center of the passenger seat face down. I was sure I'd left it in the glove compartment, but then again, it was three am, and I hadn't slept in almost two days. I grabbed the phone, and called Doggett's number, while starting the ignition. I backed out of the parking space, and started driving down the street, waiting anxiously for John to pick up his phone. Then, from the back of the car, I hear a slight ringing tone. I gasped, my heart racing with fear. "Wh-Who's there?" I quietly asked.
There was no answer, just ringing.
I pulled over in a vacant parking spot, standing up in the car, and bumping my head on the ceiling, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried with pain. There was movement in the back of the car. It was dark, but I could tell somebody else was there. "I-I'm an FBI agent, show yourself, or I."
A figure stepped out from the darkness. It was Doggett. The ringing must've been his cell, I realized. "Monica," he blurted, in that sweet strained voice.
"Jesus, you scared me!" I exclaimed. "Why are you in my car?"
"I came down to Scully's place, you know, it's just what friends do. I thought she might need some help with Will. Then I saw your car, and I knew you were visiting, so I picked the lock and waited for you. Then you didn't show, and I guess I fell asleep," Doggett explained.
I smiled at him, "C'mon, it's late. Let's get home, I've got something to tell you," I replied motioning for him to sit down (I couldn't believe he'd picked the lock to my car!). I got back into the drivers seat, and drove back to my little apartment. Mr. John Doggett was about to get some very, very deep gossip from me.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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