Chapter 11

"This is not happening. This is not happening!" Mollie cried to herself.

"I should never have told Scully about my dreams. I knew this was going to happen. I am so stupid. I can't believe I thought that she could help me. No one can! I'm just a freak. Everyone would just be better off without me. I'm worthless. I only cause pain!" Mollie berated herself and pounded her hand on her forehead.

"All I do is hurt people. I shouldn't have allowed myself to feel safe with her. Stupid, STUPID, STUPID!"

Mollie's cell phone let out a shrill ring. She grabbed at it as the nurse sitting in the nurses station turned to glare at her.

"You can't have cell phones in here." She reprimanded.

"Yea, I know." Mollie said, stabbing the end call button and checking the caller ID. Leila. Of course it was her. She was probably still upset at her for not going to lunch with her and John.

Mollie gathered her belongings and walked down the hall to the exit. When she left the building, she dialed Leila's number.

"Hello?" Leila's mom answered.

"Hey Mrs. Hagan. May I please speak to Leila?"

"Well hello there Mollie! How are ya doin'?"

"I'm fine." Mollie lied, "I just need to speak to Leila."

"Sure sweetie. Lemme get her for ya." Leila's mother said, her southern accent very apparent.

Mollie heard the phone being set down and Mrs. Hagan yelling for Leila to pick up her phone.

"Hello?" Leila said.

"Hey, it's me. You called?" Mollie said after she heard Mrs. Hagan hang up her end of the line.

"Yea. I was just calling to see how you were. You and that agent headed outta the memorial service pretty fast. Me and John were worried." Leila said quickly.

"I'm fine." Mollie said watching a wailing ambulance make its way up to the emergency room entrance.

"Mollie where are you?" Leila asked slowly.

"I'm at the hospital." She replied, sighing into the phone.

"Why? Is it your dad? Is he okay?" Leila asked, her voice dripping with worry.

"Oh, ummm yea. He's fine. Well, he's not fine, but there's been no change."

"Then why are you there? What are you not telling me?"

Mollie could picture the worried and confused expression that Leila had to be wearing. She took a deep breath. This was going to really knock Leila's socks off.

"Agent Scully is in a coma." She said, her voice cracking. She let the tears fall once again.

St. Vincent's Hospital

Room 1304

9:45 p.m.

The steady rhythmic beating of the machines soothed Mulder's nerves only slightly. At least they meant that she was still alive. For that he could be thankful.

Standing by her bed, he looked down at her. She looked so small bundled in the blankets and oversized hospital gown. Wiping a tear from his cheek, he reached out and placed the gown back over her shoulder, where it had fallen off. Funny how he could forget how small she was when she was standing beside him in the battles they forged. Even funnier that it took something like this for him to truly realize how much he needed her. How much he depended on her to protect him and watch his back. Amazing that something so small could save him, body and soul.

Slipping his rough hand into her still one, he fought the urge to break down. This was so confusing. She had been fine and now she was in a coma. He tried to think back over the last few days, trying to find a cause for her sudden ailment.

He sat down in the uncomfortable, orange, vinyl chair. Brushing her hair back from her forehead, he laid his head down on their joined hands. Protected by her presence, he could not longer fight the urge to slip into the safe abyss of sleep.

As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a loud beep. Raising his head he noticed a large spike had been recorded on one of the machines. He instantly recognized it as the machine that registered her brain activity. So what did the spike represent?

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The mists brightened and Scully focused on a young redheaded girl, around the age of 6. The child was playing in a beautiful field of pink and yellow flowers.

"Aunt Genevieve, come play." The little girl yelled.

An old withered woman dressed all in black, walked out of a dilapidated cabin.

"I cannot, Kiara. I'm busy." She said, her tone conveying that she didn't wish to be bothered.

A jump in time, signified by a bright flash. An older girl, about 14, sat in the same field, fastening flowers together into the shape of a ring. She placed the crown of petals upon her head, her flaming red hair catching on the leaves.

"Kiara! Come inside dear. It's time for lessons." A voice called.

"Yes, Aunt. I'll be right there." Kiara stood and walked into the cabin.

Aunt Genevieve stood at a table, her black cloak camouflaging her in shadows. Her pale face and white hair standing in stark contrast to the darkness.

"It is time to learn the ways of our people, Kiara. Today you learn what it means to be Druid."

Another flash.

A 16 year old Kiara stood by a bed. Her Aunt lay in it, sweat trickling down her face.

"Kiara, before I go, I must divulge something to you." Her aunt wheezed, breathing becoming harder for her.

"Don't. Rest your breath, Aunt. All will be well." Kiara replied, her honeyed voice trying to soothe her aunt.

"No!" Genevieve cried out. Her outburst brought horrible coughs and guffaws.

"Aunt, what is it that has you troubled so?" Kiara's brows knitted together, she looked remarkably like Mollie.

"Kiara," Genevieve paused, piecing her thoughts together. "The Pendragon was your father." She said, the coughs ceasing. "You must find your siblings and claim what is rightfully yours." With that, Genevieve drew her last breath.

Scully took a deep breath and turned to Morgayne.

"You and she are sisters." She said, coming to a realization.

Morgayne nodded slightly.

"In a way, yes. She is my half sibling."

"This still doesn't explain why she's doing what she's doing to Mollie." Scully stated.

"Keep watching." Morgayne replied and turned back to the mists, as did Scully.

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The door opened and Dr. Simpson peered in.

"Agent Mulder, you called for me?"

"Yes, ummm, I want you to take a look at something for me." Mulder motioned the doctor over to his side. He was standing over the EEG machine holding the paper readout coming out of the front of the machine.

"What is it?" Dr. Simpson asked, gesturing to the paper. "What have you got there?"

"Well, I was sitting here with her and I heard a beep and when I looked up, I saw this." He handed the doctor the readout that showed three large spikes.

"This is the machine that records brain waves, right?" Mulder asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. But this is rather odd. I've never seen coma patients have this sort of pattern." As he said this another shrill beep erupted from the machine and another spike was recorded.

"Hmm...very strange indeed." The doctor mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

Yes, it was very strange indeed, but not all together puzzling. As Mulder stood there, he started formulating a theory.

"Doctor, what could cause this anomaly?"

Turning towards Mulder he replied, "I really have no idea. I'm going to go order up those tests to see if her cancer has returned." The doctor turned to leave.

"Don't bother, Doctor. I don't think you'll find anything."

"What do you mean, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder looked up at the doctor, a small smile forming on his lips. "I think she's dreaming."

Continued in Chapter 12