Title: Thank You
Author: Gillian Leigh
Summary: I can't really tell you anything. it would give it away.
Author's Note: Okay, so you get Chapter 9 AND the epilogue, all in one shot. Now where are those reviews?! ::wink wink::
Even in the normally harsh fluorescent hospital lighting, the ring was beautiful. Dana went from gaping at the ring, to gaping at Mulder, who was still waiting for an answer to his question.
"Are you serious?" she queried, her voice barely above a whisper. Mulder had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Of course I am. I love you," he said, taking her hand in his.
"Mulder, I'm.dying. I wouldn't live to see our wedding." He cupped her cheek in his hand.
"Dana, I've wanted to ask you to marry me for so long, but I didn't want to rush things because you lost your husband not too long ago. When I found out you had cancer, it made me realize that I shouldn't have waited," he paused, and removed his hand from her cheek. She took it in her free hand and intertwined their fingers. "I wouldn't feel any different if you were healthy as a horse and guaranteed to outlive me as most women outlive men. I love you and I want everyone to know how much you mean to me." She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he'd seen her wear all day.
"The answer is yes," she said, her eyes locking with his. "As long as you're sure that this is what you want." He nodded profusely.
"This is *exactly* what I want; what I've always wanted."
"Then yes, I accept your ring, and I would be honored to be your wife."
The ringing phone jolted Mulder awake. Glancing at his alarm clock, he saw that it was nearly noon. He reached over to pick it up, when he heard his mother's voice in the kitchen.
"Hello?" He pushed the blankets off of his body and wandered into his living room, leaning on the door frame. "Oh. Oh, I see. Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you, doctor." He heard her press the "End" button and he watched as she returned to the living room to place the cordless phone in its cradle. His throat was suddenly very dry.
"Who was it?" She avoided his eyes as she cleared her throat.
"Dr. Milton. Something happened with Dana. He wouldn't tell me what." Mulder found himself in a frenzy, and he ran into his bedroom and searched for clean clothes.
"I never should've left the hospital. I could've slept on the couch in the nurse's station like they offered," he said, running his hands through his hair.
"Fox, you haven't slept in a week. You needed to come home for one night." his mother said, standing back as he moved about like a whirlwind, getting dressed.
"Yeah, and while I was gone, something happened. I'm going," he said, walking out the door, keys in hand.
As he drove, the icy sensation in the pit of Mulder's stomach continued to grow, encompassing his entire body. He ran his right hand over his face while steering with his left, and felt ill as he thought of what might've happened to Dana. All he could think was that either her cancer was progressing more rapidly than they thought, or it had killed her.
"Sir? Sir?" He looked at the receptionist he was standing before. He had no recollection of reaching the hospital, or of parking his car.
"I'm here to see Dana Carver."
"She's in room number." the receptionist began.
"I know which room she's in," he said, cutting her off.
"Then you may go and see her," she said, looking slightly angered that he cut her off. He hurried down the hall to Room 307.
The sight of the empty bed made his heart race. He skidded back out into the hallway, and looked around wildly. He pounced on the nearest nurse.
"Where's Dana Carver? Her bed is empty. I got a call this morning, that something happened; that I needed to be here. Where is she?" Flustered, the nurse was attempting to tell him that she had no idea where Dana Carver was, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Fox. Fox, calm down." He turned around to find Maggie Scully with her hand on his arm.
"Maggie?! Where's Dana? Is she okay?"
"Fox, darling, Dana's been moved to a different room. She wants to see you." Holding fast to her hand, Mulder followed Maggie down the hall toward Room 317. Once inside, he saw Dana standing at the window. "Danes?" he queried, she turned to face him, and smiled. "Hi, sweetheart," she said, hugging him, and kissing him rather suddenly. Because he was a little dazed, it took him a moment or two before he started kissing her back. A minute or so later, when they finally pulled apart, she smiled at him.
"When the doctor called, I thought that something was wrong."
"No, no. Nothing's wrong. I had the doctor call you because I have some wonderful news." Mulder raised his eyebrows, and felt his breath catch in his throat.
"What is it?"
"They ran some tests, and did a CT scan and an MRI. My cancer's gone into remission, Mulder. Looks like I'll live to see our wedding after all," she said, unable to stop smiling.
"Oh my God," Mulder said, staring at her. "You're alright?" She nodded emphatically.
"Yeah. I'm gonna be just fine, husband-to-be," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Mulder smiled as tears glistened in his eyes, and glanced Heavenward, mouthing the words,
"Thank you."
Author: Gillian Leigh
Summary: I can't really tell you anything. it would give it away.
Author's Note: Okay, so you get Chapter 9 AND the epilogue, all in one shot. Now where are those reviews?! ::wink wink::
Even in the normally harsh fluorescent hospital lighting, the ring was beautiful. Dana went from gaping at the ring, to gaping at Mulder, who was still waiting for an answer to his question.
"Are you serious?" she queried, her voice barely above a whisper. Mulder had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Of course I am. I love you," he said, taking her hand in his.
"Mulder, I'm.dying. I wouldn't live to see our wedding." He cupped her cheek in his hand.
"Dana, I've wanted to ask you to marry me for so long, but I didn't want to rush things because you lost your husband not too long ago. When I found out you had cancer, it made me realize that I shouldn't have waited," he paused, and removed his hand from her cheek. She took it in her free hand and intertwined their fingers. "I wouldn't feel any different if you were healthy as a horse and guaranteed to outlive me as most women outlive men. I love you and I want everyone to know how much you mean to me." She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he'd seen her wear all day.
"The answer is yes," she said, her eyes locking with his. "As long as you're sure that this is what you want." He nodded profusely.
"This is *exactly* what I want; what I've always wanted."
"Then yes, I accept your ring, and I would be honored to be your wife."
The ringing phone jolted Mulder awake. Glancing at his alarm clock, he saw that it was nearly noon. He reached over to pick it up, when he heard his mother's voice in the kitchen.
"Hello?" He pushed the blankets off of his body and wandered into his living room, leaning on the door frame. "Oh. Oh, I see. Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you, doctor." He heard her press the "End" button and he watched as she returned to the living room to place the cordless phone in its cradle. His throat was suddenly very dry.
"Who was it?" She avoided his eyes as she cleared her throat.
"Dr. Milton. Something happened with Dana. He wouldn't tell me what." Mulder found himself in a frenzy, and he ran into his bedroom and searched for clean clothes.
"I never should've left the hospital. I could've slept on the couch in the nurse's station like they offered," he said, running his hands through his hair.
"Fox, you haven't slept in a week. You needed to come home for one night." his mother said, standing back as he moved about like a whirlwind, getting dressed.
"Yeah, and while I was gone, something happened. I'm going," he said, walking out the door, keys in hand.
As he drove, the icy sensation in the pit of Mulder's stomach continued to grow, encompassing his entire body. He ran his right hand over his face while steering with his left, and felt ill as he thought of what might've happened to Dana. All he could think was that either her cancer was progressing more rapidly than they thought, or it had killed her.
"Sir? Sir?" He looked at the receptionist he was standing before. He had no recollection of reaching the hospital, or of parking his car.
"I'm here to see Dana Carver."
"She's in room number." the receptionist began.
"I know which room she's in," he said, cutting her off.
"Then you may go and see her," she said, looking slightly angered that he cut her off. He hurried down the hall to Room 307.
The sight of the empty bed made his heart race. He skidded back out into the hallway, and looked around wildly. He pounced on the nearest nurse.
"Where's Dana Carver? Her bed is empty. I got a call this morning, that something happened; that I needed to be here. Where is she?" Flustered, the nurse was attempting to tell him that she had no idea where Dana Carver was, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Fox. Fox, calm down." He turned around to find Maggie Scully with her hand on his arm.
"Maggie?! Where's Dana? Is she okay?"
"Fox, darling, Dana's been moved to a different room. She wants to see you." Holding fast to her hand, Mulder followed Maggie down the hall toward Room 317. Once inside, he saw Dana standing at the window. "Danes?" he queried, she turned to face him, and smiled. "Hi, sweetheart," she said, hugging him, and kissing him rather suddenly. Because he was a little dazed, it took him a moment or two before he started kissing her back. A minute or so later, when they finally pulled apart, she smiled at him.
"When the doctor called, I thought that something was wrong."
"No, no. Nothing's wrong. I had the doctor call you because I have some wonderful news." Mulder raised his eyebrows, and felt his breath catch in his throat.
"What is it?"
"They ran some tests, and did a CT scan and an MRI. My cancer's gone into remission, Mulder. Looks like I'll live to see our wedding after all," she said, unable to stop smiling.
"Oh my God," Mulder said, staring at her. "You're alright?" She nodded emphatically.
"Yeah. I'm gonna be just fine, husband-to-be," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Mulder smiled as tears glistened in his eyes, and glanced Heavenward, mouthing the words,
"Thank you."