Chapter 2
"Scully…Scully…Scully."
"He's coming to"
"I'm right here Mulder"
"SCULLY!," Mulder howled her name, shooting upright. His eyes slowly focused on the faces that stood around him. Scully stood next to him, her hand stroking his. Several men that appeared to be doctors were standing all around him. He saw worry and curiosity in each of their eyes. His mind tried to make sense of what was happening. His mind worked furiously, spurting out images that wouldn't slow down. Holding Scully, watching her weep, leaving with Skinner, the ship. Oh God, the ship.
"What year is it?" he asked groggily. Scully's grip tightened on his hand as if to balance herself.
"Um, that would be 2037 sir," a young doctor stated. A whimper escaped Scully's lips.
"It worked," Mulder breathed. Scully swayed and fell suddenly to the floor. The doctor's rushed to her aid and set her back onto a table.
"That's the third time." Krycek chuckled. Mulder jumped at his sudden presence.
Mulder ignored him and slid off the table. "How do my legs work after being asleep for thirty-five years?" Mulder asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Well sir, while you underwent oxygenated fluorocarbon emulsion there were electric shocks sent to your muscles which kept them in the same condition that they were in before. You are the exact height, weight, and in a sense…age," the same boy answered. Mulder stared at the boy wondering what it was about him that looked so familiar. He reminded himself that any familiar faces to him were now faces in the past, faces that wouldn't exist anymore.
The young man smiled and said, "I'm Walter Skinner's son. My name is Trent."
Another doctor interjected, this one a woman, "Actually Mr. Mulder, you'll find that most of the people that you come into contact with here are related to those that you knew." Mulder sat back down and swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat.
"So you would be?" he asked the woman.
She smiled and replied, "Leslie Doggett. My mother and father are anxious to see you two."
As if on cue, John Doggett entered the room with Monica at his side. She immediately went to a now waking Scully. Mulder noted that they looked older but not old enough to be in their 70's.
Trent picked up on his confusion and said, "They didn't age the same as us kids. They were in space a very long time." His voice sounded far away and his eyes grew thoughtful.
"Your father, where is he?" Mulder asked.
Trent cleared his throat and looked at the ground. The room fell silent. "He is still out there somewhere. A huge chunk of the resistance boarded a rebel alien ship to leave Earth to plan on how to take out the other aliens. It is the same ship that your bodies lived in. He came and talked to you often. The ship…was attacked and only some escaped back to Earth."
Mulder looked at Scully who was holding Monica's hand tightly. She looked back at him and he saw a shift in her expression. She looked ready to get up and fight. His heart swelled and he found the buried fight within him.
Krycek's hand grasped Mulder's shoulder and his whisper filled his soul, "Fight the Future".