Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Well, here it is then. Welcome to... the shortest chapter in this fic! Sorry about the shortness. I've likely taken a few liberties with the details of seasons 6+ from here, but who cares? And I'm sure a number of you are gonna tell me Mulder's eyes are hazel, but I've always been convinced they're green. I don't own the x files, but I do own Harvingham. Now, as you've probably gathered by the title...
Scully went to the doctor.
Dr Harvingham checked her over briefly, unenthusiastically, then kicked back in his chair and put his feet on the desk. This didn't seem professional or even hygienic to Scully, but Mulder barely noticed. He had watched the good doctor throughout the entire appointment and had spotted a strange expression on his face when he had checked something in Scully's records. Mulder intended to make sure the doctor pursued the issue.
Helpfully, the doctor did it on his own. "It says here you're sterile," he puzzled, and Scully nodded, unsmiling.
"For more than seven years now." She chanced a brief glance toward her partner, but he was fixated on Harvingham's unreadable expression.
"Yet you're pregnant."
"I'm what!?" Scully demanded, standing up and staring at her new doctor. "How?" Of course, being a medical professional, she knew perfectly well what pregnancy was and how she might have achieved it, but it wasn't only impossible, it was mind-blowing. To be told she was incapable of conceiving a child and to then conceive two beggared belief. William hadn't been the most conventional of babies, but still...
"Well, I can't say as I know. Yes, it seems impossible, but it's definitely there. I mean, you can have all the tests if you want them, but personally I'd say you were a third of the way through." The doctor's faded brown eyes blinked wearily and with quiet incredulity from behind his reading glasses.
"Three... months? But I'm a doctor, I'd have known..." A small voice in her head told her that that night in Maine before they came here had been three months ago. Her legs felt shaky and she was suddenly horribly aware that she was still standing. She clung to Mulder like a drowning woman, but he all but ignored her.
Mulder leaned forward in his seat and asked in hushed tones how this might have happened.
"I honestly have no idea. I mean, with other cases the slim chance of pregnancy is highly unlikely, but still there, but with Ms Scully here there's absolutely n..."
Mulder cut him off and Scully faintly heard him ask if Harvingham believed in extraterrestrial biological entities. With a harsh laugh that startled all three of them, she said, "Mulder, three months ago I was in a little bed in New England with you, not in a goddamn alien spaceship," caught a glimpse of his eyebrows raising, and passed out.
An unconscious Scully dropped somewhere between Mulder's feet and Harvingham's desk. The elderly doctor peered over the surface.
"She doesn't seem to have taken this well, does she?" he asked Mulder conversationally.
Scully woke up in a warm hospital bed with a plate of bacon in front of her.
"Déjà vu," she observed, unaware she had spoken aloud, and began to eat ravenously.
In the chair opposite, Mulder, elbows on knees and chin resting on steepled fingers, watched her wordlessly until she had finished. When she finally noticed him, he said simply, "It's a girl." The news took a few moments to sink in, and when she figured out what he was talking about, she sighed.
"Thank God, we won't have another Fox Mulder," she quipped.
"Or a Bill Scully," Mulder shot back automatically.
"He is my brother," Scully told him halfheartedly, falling silent before adding, "should we tell them?"
"Your folks, about the baby? Let's make it a surprise," he decided, naturally unaware that the Scullys would find out in much less than six months.
They were both quiet again after that, sometimes striking up short-lived conversation before retaining an aura of silence. Mostly they thought about what was going to happen next and what they were going to have to do about it, but it was really just idle thought compared to their state of mind when what happened next happened. Although they felt at least subconsciously that this was the turning point in their lives, and perhaps it was, but it was certainly not the biggest one. That was yet to come.
Scully went to the doctor.
Dr Harvingham checked her over briefly, unenthusiastically, then kicked back in his chair and put his feet on the desk. This didn't seem professional or even hygienic to Scully, but Mulder barely noticed. He had watched the good doctor throughout the entire appointment and had spotted a strange expression on his face when he had checked something in Scully's records. Mulder intended to make sure the doctor pursued the issue.
Helpfully, the doctor did it on his own. "It says here you're sterile," he puzzled, and Scully nodded, unsmiling.
"For more than seven years now." She chanced a brief glance toward her partner, but he was fixated on Harvingham's unreadable expression.
"Yet you're pregnant."
"I'm what!?" Scully demanded, standing up and staring at her new doctor. "How?" Of course, being a medical professional, she knew perfectly well what pregnancy was and how she might have achieved it, but it wasn't only impossible, it was mind-blowing. To be told she was incapable of conceiving a child and to then conceive two beggared belief. William hadn't been the most conventional of babies, but still...
"Well, I can't say as I know. Yes, it seems impossible, but it's definitely there. I mean, you can have all the tests if you want them, but personally I'd say you were a third of the way through." The doctor's faded brown eyes blinked wearily and with quiet incredulity from behind his reading glasses.
"Three... months? But I'm a doctor, I'd have known..." A small voice in her head told her that that night in Maine before they came here had been three months ago. Her legs felt shaky and she was suddenly horribly aware that she was still standing. She clung to Mulder like a drowning woman, but he all but ignored her.
Mulder leaned forward in his seat and asked in hushed tones how this might have happened.
"I honestly have no idea. I mean, with other cases the slim chance of pregnancy is highly unlikely, but still there, but with Ms Scully here there's absolutely n..."
Mulder cut him off and Scully faintly heard him ask if Harvingham believed in extraterrestrial biological entities. With a harsh laugh that startled all three of them, she said, "Mulder, three months ago I was in a little bed in New England with you, not in a goddamn alien spaceship," caught a glimpse of his eyebrows raising, and passed out.
An unconscious Scully dropped somewhere between Mulder's feet and Harvingham's desk. The elderly doctor peered over the surface.
"She doesn't seem to have taken this well, does she?" he asked Mulder conversationally.
Scully woke up in a warm hospital bed with a plate of bacon in front of her.
"Déjà vu," she observed, unaware she had spoken aloud, and began to eat ravenously.
In the chair opposite, Mulder, elbows on knees and chin resting on steepled fingers, watched her wordlessly until she had finished. When she finally noticed him, he said simply, "It's a girl." The news took a few moments to sink in, and when she figured out what he was talking about, she sighed.
"Thank God, we won't have another Fox Mulder," she quipped.
"Or a Bill Scully," Mulder shot back automatically.
"He is my brother," Scully told him halfheartedly, falling silent before adding, "should we tell them?"
"Your folks, about the baby? Let's make it a surprise," he decided, naturally unaware that the Scullys would find out in much less than six months.
They were both quiet again after that, sometimes striking up short-lived conversation before retaining an aura of silence. Mostly they thought about what was going to happen next and what they were going to have to do about it, but it was really just idle thought compared to their state of mind when what happened next happened. Although they felt at least subconsciously that this was the turning point in their lives, and perhaps it was, but it was certainly not the biggest one. That was yet to come.
