Title: Crop circles
Chapter 3: Not so Comatose
Summary: Mulder investigates a case alone, while a healthy Scully is in a coma. Unfortunately for him, Fox Mulder isn't alone for long... MSR in later chapters, set sometime after Amor Fati.
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Notes: Revised/Edited from original but basically the same.
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Scully woke with a start. The heart monitor gave a sudden lurch, the beeping going from sixty to one hundred beats per minute in a second. Doctors rushed into the room, bombarding her with questions, words, phrases, sentences which drifted around her, spun and spiraled in a meaningless white blur, not unlike the morning mist of the ocean or sea. The words were lost on her. Her heart continued its accelerated pulse. It knew something had happened, something had happened that instant that was strong enough to snap her from her comatose state, some deep connection she had not yet fathomed before, or maybe she had but denied.
Mulder…
Her eyes slowly focused – she wasn't aware that they hadn't been in the first place. Her senses slowly returned, as if fading from one movie scene to the next. One question managed to penetrate her ears to make its way to her brain, one asked by someone she hadn't expected to see at the hospital.
Skinner spoke again, noting her fight through the haze of her mind to comprehend his question. "What happed to Mulder?"
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Visions filled his mind. He knew half of them to be false, illusions, twisted fragments of his memory. What he didn't know where which ones. Had he really said that? Had the he really investigated this alone? Was Scully alive and well or in some kind of coma? Where was he? Would he manage to stumble through a fog of sleep only to find himself slumped over on his desk, paperwork sprawled in front of him, pencils in ceiling? His eyes were open but he didn't see. His mind's eye had become the predominant sense – now everything he saw was either illusion or reality unrecognized, the walls they slid over registering in some dormant part of his brain, his conscience not knowing what he saw, what he was looking at, where he was, who he was, he knew nothing, knew nothing about anything. And then he saw. Black eyes the size of saucers set in a grey head peered over him, blinked twice, the membrane sliding quickly, then slowly, quickly, then slowly. And he saw. He knew what he saw, that dormant part of his mind had awakened, as it had once before, in that hospital long, long, ago, but not so long that he'd forgotten. He remembered. And he screamed.
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Despite the doctors' misgivings at not being able to examine this fascinating subject who had been formerly known as an FBI agent, Skinner had managed to dissuade them – temporarily, at least – to let Scully alone so he could talk to her, to try and find out what happened.
"Agent Scully, do you have any idea what happened? To you or to your partner?"
She shook her head numbly, a wry smile spreading across her lips, just barely, to thaw her face.
"Aliens."
"Aliens, Agent Scully?"
She nodded, her face once again frosted, her eyes wandering elsewhere, treading silent paths, solitary paths.
"Do…do you know where Agent Mulder is? Do you know why you woke up?"
"Do you want my guess?" The words were spoken evenly, emotionlessly, as if she were simply reading aloud from a play or a book and had grown tired of the process.
"Any information would be invaluable to the investigation of this case."
How's it feel to be an X-File, eh Scully? said the niggling voice at the back of her head.
Shut up.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
"I believe he was abducted by aliens. Him for me. His live for mine. Sounds cheesy, doesn't it?"
"…Are you saying he's dead?"
"Oh no…he is very much alive. More so than he's ever been."
Skinner's eyes widened – he'd heard those words before, once, long, long ago…
"My god…"
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