The neighbors next door came out when they heard the sirens and saw the
trio standing in the front yard shivering in the snow. A little boy poked
his head around his father and mother's legs. When he saw them, he ran
back upstairs and grabbed his favorite blankie. He ran downstairs and
before his parents could stop them, he dashed outside and trotted to where
Mulder, Dana, and Ethan were. He tugged on Mulder's pants and Mulder
looked down at him. Mulder whispered something to Dana and she looked down
as well. The little boy crooked his finger at them and they knelt down to
his level, quickly wiping away tears.
"What is it Bobby?" she asked.
"This is for you and Ethan and your angel," he said firmly. He held out a tattered blue blanket and Dana took it in the hand that wasn't holding Ethan and looked at it with fresh tears in her eyes.
"Bobby, this is so sweet of you, but I, we couldn't take your favorite blanket." She handed it back to him.
"But I want you to. It's Christmas and you're cold," he said, puzzled as to why they were refusing his gift.
"You look cold too, buddy," said Mulder. He poked Bobby in the chest. "The best gift you could give us right now is to wrap that blanket around you, go back inside, get warm, and fall back asleep so Santa will come." Bobby was still puzzled, but if Ms. Dana's angel said he should go back inside, he would. Mulder took the blanket and wrapped it around the shivering boy. Then he walked him back to his door.
"We're so sorry sir. He ran out before we could catch him," apologized his mother.
"It's alright. Merry Christmas Bobby," said Mulder as he turned to leave.
"Merry Christmas Ms. Dana's Angel!" Mulder turned around and smiled as once more Bobby ran out and tugged on his pant leg for him to bend down. When he obliged, the little boy whispered, "Make Ms. Dana feel better, please."
"I'll do my best. Now get back inside squirt," he said, pushing him gently inside. As he walked back to Dana and Ethan he began coughing and once he had to stop and bend over with his hands on his knees.
"Mulder?" He looked up and saw Dana standing next to him, her face looking extremely pale in the streetlight. "Would you please hold Ethan for a second?" she asked calmly. Mulder nodded his head and watched as she walked over to the bushes near the street and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach into the foliage.
The ambulance, fire trucks, and police arrived to a screeching halt and the EMTs rushed over to Dana and Mulder. Before he knew it he was sitting in the back of the ambulance with Dana and Ethan, holding an oxygen mask over his face. When they arrived at the hospital all three of them were treated for smoke inhalation and Ethan was rushed into a separate room to be treated for his fever.
Dana was hovering outside the door, pacing up and down while moving her eyes from the window to the clock periodically. Mulder walked up behind her limping a little, he had twisted his ankle on his way out of the house. "Scully?"
She whirled around and looked at him with anger in her eyes. "My name is not Scully, it's Dana," she yelled at him. Mulder didn't flinch; he merely looked at her with sadness in his eyes. Dana sighed and covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry Mulder."
"How's Ethan?" he asked, forgiving her for her outburst.
"They're trying to bring down his fever, but they're having some trouble because it's going up and being out in the cold without a coat on wasn't good for him." She looked back at the window, trying to see through the closed blinds. She turned back to Mulder. "I shouldn't have had Josh go get the medicine, I should have brought Ethan here when I saw how much his temperature had risen. Then we would have been out of the house and Josh would..." Her eyes started to fill with tears again. "Mulder," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ethan's fever is dangerously high because he's so young. I can't lose him too." Forceful sobs broke through her calm façade. Mulder pulled her into his arms again for the second time that night. She didn't put her arms around him or fall into his embrace, she simply let him hold her as she fought to control the tears rapidly running down her face.
"It's ok Scu- Dana. Let it out." She cried harder and put her hands over her face once more, still in his embrace. The doctor came out of the room and briefly Ethan's cries could be heard in the hall. Dana turned towards him and said, almost fearfully, "How is he?"
-------------------Dum, dum, dum. This is where I leave you for now. Aren't I mean? ::grins evilly:: Read and Review to let me know if I'm on the right track! ~ATX~
"What is it Bobby?" she asked.
"This is for you and Ethan and your angel," he said firmly. He held out a tattered blue blanket and Dana took it in the hand that wasn't holding Ethan and looked at it with fresh tears in her eyes.
"Bobby, this is so sweet of you, but I, we couldn't take your favorite blanket." She handed it back to him.
"But I want you to. It's Christmas and you're cold," he said, puzzled as to why they were refusing his gift.
"You look cold too, buddy," said Mulder. He poked Bobby in the chest. "The best gift you could give us right now is to wrap that blanket around you, go back inside, get warm, and fall back asleep so Santa will come." Bobby was still puzzled, but if Ms. Dana's angel said he should go back inside, he would. Mulder took the blanket and wrapped it around the shivering boy. Then he walked him back to his door.
"We're so sorry sir. He ran out before we could catch him," apologized his mother.
"It's alright. Merry Christmas Bobby," said Mulder as he turned to leave.
"Merry Christmas Ms. Dana's Angel!" Mulder turned around and smiled as once more Bobby ran out and tugged on his pant leg for him to bend down. When he obliged, the little boy whispered, "Make Ms. Dana feel better, please."
"I'll do my best. Now get back inside squirt," he said, pushing him gently inside. As he walked back to Dana and Ethan he began coughing and once he had to stop and bend over with his hands on his knees.
"Mulder?" He looked up and saw Dana standing next to him, her face looking extremely pale in the streetlight. "Would you please hold Ethan for a second?" she asked calmly. Mulder nodded his head and watched as she walked over to the bushes near the street and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach into the foliage.
The ambulance, fire trucks, and police arrived to a screeching halt and the EMTs rushed over to Dana and Mulder. Before he knew it he was sitting in the back of the ambulance with Dana and Ethan, holding an oxygen mask over his face. When they arrived at the hospital all three of them were treated for smoke inhalation and Ethan was rushed into a separate room to be treated for his fever.
Dana was hovering outside the door, pacing up and down while moving her eyes from the window to the clock periodically. Mulder walked up behind her limping a little, he had twisted his ankle on his way out of the house. "Scully?"
She whirled around and looked at him with anger in her eyes. "My name is not Scully, it's Dana," she yelled at him. Mulder didn't flinch; he merely looked at her with sadness in his eyes. Dana sighed and covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry Mulder."
"How's Ethan?" he asked, forgiving her for her outburst.
"They're trying to bring down his fever, but they're having some trouble because it's going up and being out in the cold without a coat on wasn't good for him." She looked back at the window, trying to see through the closed blinds. She turned back to Mulder. "I shouldn't have had Josh go get the medicine, I should have brought Ethan here when I saw how much his temperature had risen. Then we would have been out of the house and Josh would..." Her eyes started to fill with tears again. "Mulder," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ethan's fever is dangerously high because he's so young. I can't lose him too." Forceful sobs broke through her calm façade. Mulder pulled her into his arms again for the second time that night. She didn't put her arms around him or fall into his embrace, she simply let him hold her as she fought to control the tears rapidly running down her face.
"It's ok Scu- Dana. Let it out." She cried harder and put her hands over her face once more, still in his embrace. The doctor came out of the room and briefly Ethan's cries could be heard in the hall. Dana turned towards him and said, almost fearfully, "How is he?"
-------------------Dum, dum, dum. This is where I leave you for now. Aren't I mean? ::grins evilly:: Read and Review to let me know if I'm on the right track! ~ATX~