One shot fic, Scully's thoughts after she learns she is pregnant, and Mulder is still with her.
Disclaimer: Only the story is my own.
As I sit here now, staring at the screen of the overly bright
computer monitor, my thoughts go blank, and I am unable to articulate the
way I feel. My perception of reality at this very moment consists of
sensation only. The way my cross rests on my breastbone, its subtle weight
a reminder of my heritage. How the internet dial-up wants my attention at
the bottom of the screen, the urgency showing through in the absurd orange
glow that it gives off. How the sound of the television is telling me that
Planet of the Apes is showing again...his favorite movie, once again playing
on my thoughts, just as the man himself does. How will he react to my
news? Will he be fearful, or joyful, or perhaps a combination of both?
But most importantly, will I ever see him again, long enough at least to
reveal his legacy, and mine, to him? What does the future hold for me?
For him? For our child?
It is perhaps the question that I ask myself the most: what is the
future? I hope with all of the hope a person can have that he comes back
from his latest attempt to garner the truth. I must admit to myself that
in light of recent events, the truth no longer holds the same meaning that
it once did. What could be truer than the life that I carry with me now...
the life that I am responsible for, the life for which he is equally
responsible. It must end. I must be honest with myself, though it hurts
to do so. If he comes back, I will tell him that my future is no longer
with the search for the truth, for my heart is no longer with it. I have
found the truth for which I have sought. And I hope that he will join me.
He is my touchstone, the one individual on which I can trust and depend.
I will tell him that it is time to settle down. He mustn't keep
searching for a 'truth' that has taunted him from the beginning. The
auditor was right, the cost is too high. And the man I love uttered the
same sentiment in my very ear as I was tucked into the safety of his arms.
The personal price is too high for him, as well. There is now more to
which I must devote myself, and I will tell him the same. With this new
knowledge, his life will take on new meaning, as mine already has. His
future... my future... they are one and the same. Perhaps he already knows,
but I will remind him.
What will we name him... or her?
There is a knock at the door, and I anxiously make my way to see who
it is. It is him, my hallmark, my savior, the man who gives my life
purpose. My heart leaps as I realize that he has come back to me unharmed
once again. My life with him will continue.
I open the door to his... our... future.
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