Mulder's recovery was slow and painful. His muscles were weakened and
his
motor functions needed retraining with intensive physiotherapy but all
in
all he
was doing pretty well for a dead man. Doctor McQuade had a hard time
explaining the miraculous recovery to his superiors and Mulder became
the
subject of intense speculation and scientific debate between the
hospitals
senior
consultants. Various theories were put forward but none of them held
any
water.
This was not something that was going to be easily quantified or
categorized
in
any medical journal. Mulder was oblivious to it all. He had more
pressing
matters on his mind.
He was going to be a father.
By the end of the week Mulder was well enough to come off the drip and on to solid foods. He was sitting up in his bed on a particularly beautiful day when Scully entered his room pushing a wheelchair.
"Your chariot awaits," she beamed. "The doctors say you're well enough to go outside today." Mulder slowly got dressed with Scully's assistance and with some help from a male nurse was eased into the chair and wheeled out in to the sunshine. Scully found a particularly idyllic spot within the gardens at the rear of the hospital.
"I have something for you," said Scully as she pulled a small envelope from her pocket. "My last ultrasound sound." Mulder took the slip of paper from the envelope and traced the image with his finger. "You're having a blob," he said with a straight face. "Can't you see the head?" she indicated as she moved in closer. "There's an arm just....there and I think, no hold on," she flipped the image upside down. "There, can you see it now?" "I see a blob." he repeated without looking away from the image. "Fine, whatever," she said, snatching it back playfully. Mulder smiled broadly but there followed an awkward silence between them. "We still haven't discussed how this was made possible Scully." he said, breaking the silence. "I know, I've thought a lot about that myself," she replied. "Initially I had such a hard time believing it, I wasn't looking for explanations. I was taken aback by how happy I was to be pregnant," she reached over and took Mulder's hand. "With you gone, my thoughts were elsewhere." "And now?" he asked. "And now..." she looked into the distance for a moment and breathed in the fresh air. "As much as it pains me to say this..." "Go on." he prompted. "I think the Smoking Man had something to do with it." Mulder let go of her hand. "What?" "I never told you, but that time I was with him, I woke up in the morning with no recollection of getting into bed. I accused him of drugging me but he said I was so tired and delirious..." she trailed off. "You think he did something to you? Why? Why would he do that?" "He did speak of his loneliness, his regrets. I don't know, maybe this was his way of giving something back." "Undoing a perceived wrong," Mulder added. Scully merely shrugged and again the silence grew between them.
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He was going to be a father.
By the end of the week Mulder was well enough to come off the drip and on to solid foods. He was sitting up in his bed on a particularly beautiful day when Scully entered his room pushing a wheelchair.
"Your chariot awaits," she beamed. "The doctors say you're well enough to go outside today." Mulder slowly got dressed with Scully's assistance and with some help from a male nurse was eased into the chair and wheeled out in to the sunshine. Scully found a particularly idyllic spot within the gardens at the rear of the hospital.
"I have something for you," said Scully as she pulled a small envelope from her pocket. "My last ultrasound sound." Mulder took the slip of paper from the envelope and traced the image with his finger. "You're having a blob," he said with a straight face. "Can't you see the head?" she indicated as she moved in closer. "There's an arm just....there and I think, no hold on," she flipped the image upside down. "There, can you see it now?" "I see a blob." he repeated without looking away from the image. "Fine, whatever," she said, snatching it back playfully. Mulder smiled broadly but there followed an awkward silence between them. "We still haven't discussed how this was made possible Scully." he said, breaking the silence. "I know, I've thought a lot about that myself," she replied. "Initially I had such a hard time believing it, I wasn't looking for explanations. I was taken aback by how happy I was to be pregnant," she reached over and took Mulder's hand. "With you gone, my thoughts were elsewhere." "And now?" he asked. "And now..." she looked into the distance for a moment and breathed in the fresh air. "As much as it pains me to say this..." "Go on." he prompted. "I think the Smoking Man had something to do with it." Mulder let go of her hand. "What?" "I never told you, but that time I was with him, I woke up in the morning with no recollection of getting into bed. I accused him of drugging me but he said I was so tired and delirious..." she trailed off. "You think he did something to you? Why? Why would he do that?" "He did speak of his loneliness, his regrets. I don't know, maybe this was his way of giving something back." "Undoing a perceived wrong," Mulder added. Scully merely shrugged and again the silence grew between them.
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