Chapter 3

St. Rosa's Hospital

April 25, 10:01 am

Time flew gently by, but not in Fiona's mind. Her body laid still, relaxing and gaining the strength she lost the previous night.

But Mulder and Scully never left her side. Though lost in confusion about why they were somehow saying weird things, they didn't suspect a thing about it from Fiona. However, things were about to get even weirder.

Fiona gave her smile to Mulder and Scully. But inside, she was just nervous about what Mulder and Scully could do in the same room.

"So, other than surviving a fire," Mulder stated. "You seem alright."

"It's because I am alright," Fiona smiled. "I feel fine."

"But you just went through a fire."

"Yes, but," Fiona looked away and then met the agents eyes. "It's because I believed I could get out. Not only that, you guys DID save me. So, I have you to thank."

"It's what we do," Scully smiled. "Or at least, try to."

"Fiona, would you mind describing how exactly you survived last night?" Asked Mulder.

Fiona nodded. She then gently closed her eyes, listening to her breather. A few seconds flew by before she opened them and mat Mulder and Scully's stare.

"I...I remember," Fiona started. "I remember a lot of smoke. I was sleeping in my bed peacefully. And then...BOOM!"

Scully jumped in surprise. She jumped and landed in Mulder's lap. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Mulder looked down on her in total confusion. Although he did like her arms around him, it just wasn't professional. He smiled to himself. A smile that Fiona could easily see.

Fiona leaned back, watching Scully, who just held him in her grasp.

"Uh, Scully?" Mulder asked. "Are you alright?"

Scully looked up, snapping back into reality. She shook her head, getting the whole picture through her eyes.

"Oh," She loosened her grip on Mulder. "I, uh...sorry, Mulder. I don't know what came over me."

"Maybe fear drives you to the place you wish not go," Fiona suggested. "Perhaps, you do wish, but wish not out of fear."

Scully looked at her confused, slowly standing to her feet. Scully was lost completely. Why did she jump at Fiona's voice? And why land on Mulder's lap?

"Anyway," Mulder's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Go on with the story."

Fiona nodded. "Well, I remember waking up to the loud boom. And what my eyes saw...My whole room was burning in front of me. No chance for an escape, unless to run into it, which is what I did. I remember walking down the stairs, coughing from the smoke. My eyes were teary and my body seemed tired. But I remember seeing a picture that hung in our living room. It use to be a picture of the sun split into two. It was my favorite picture. And for one moment, I seriously thought about my death. So, I had decided to just stare at that picture and watch it burn it's memories away. It was like a fireball, split in half. It was so round and so big. It just stuck out amongst the rest of the pictures that we owned..."

Mulder's mind was suddenly distracted by Fiona's words. His eyes drifted to something just like her description. Something so round and split into two.

His eyes looked downward at Scully's skirt. He watched it, tuning out of Fiona. He just stared down at her butt. He wanted to stop staring, but just couldn't help it. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Scully turned to Mulder. She noticed he was staring and wouldn't stop. She hated immaturity like that. Especially from her partner.

"Mulder," Scully whispered.

Mulder didn't seem to get it. Again, Scully tried to speak to him. This time, with force.

"Mulder!" Scully slapped him hard across the arm. Mulder jerked back, and Fiona's eyes widened. Mulder looked down at Scully, who had eyes of anger towards him.

"What the hells wrong with you?!" She slapped him again.

"Ow!" Mulder jerked back and gently rubbed it.

Fiona giggled. "Wow, Mulder. Maybe next time you wish to check out your partner, you should do it when she's not looking."

Mulder seemed confused. "What?"

"Why the hell were you looking at my ass?" She asked meanly.

"I, uh," Mulder had to think of an excuse. FAST! "I, uh, was listening to Fiona's description and the first thing that came to mind was your ass."

Scully's eyes widened with anger. Mulder covered his mouth. Did he really just say that? He didn't lie? Scully raised her hand high and slapped him harder than she ever did before.

"Ow!" Mulder cried.

Fiona just laughed it up. "Wow, I indeed love your honesty, Mulder. It's nice that you can just tell her the truth completely."

"Yeah," Mulder said sarcastically, gently rubbing his arm. "But I'm not trying to be honest."

"Sometimes, honesty will just spill out of you," Fiona smiled.

"Uh-huh," Mulder nodded, nervously.

Fiona looked past the agents to the open cabinet that was behind them. A large notebook laid on its side, waiting to be written in.

"What's that?" Fiona nodded her head to the cabinet. She was so strong, yet too weak to point.

Mulder and Scully turned their heads at the same time, taking their attention to the open cabinet. A small pencil was secretly hidden in the book.

Mulder stood up. "I don't know."

He walked over to the cabinet and gently picked up the black notebook. He studied it carefully, flipping through pages. The blue and red line danced as one by one, the pages flipped back.

"Well, in any case, it's empty," Mulder told the girls as he sat back down on the bed.

Fiona stared at the notebook with a smile. Her eyes dazzled in the light. She looked so innocent and sweet.

"Well, uh," Fiona said. "Would you need that notebook in any way what so ever? I mean, if you don't need it."

Mulder looked back down at the notebook and then back at Fiona. Truth be told, he had a heart. And she did loose everything in a fire.

"Sure," He handed the notebook to her. Fiona took it from him, only smiling at her first possession.

"Thank you," Fiona smiled, taking the pencil out from the hiding spot. She looked down, but would look up every once in a while at Mulder and Scully. Scully tilted her head and watched what Fiona was doing. A picture of a person with dark eyes and short hair smiled back through the picture.

"You, uh," Scully started. "You like to draw?"

Fiona looked up and smiled. "I LOVE to draw. It's not a crave or a craze. It's a passion. My only one really."

"Oh yeah?" Scully asked, interested. "You know, I use to draw a bit when I was your age."

"Do you keep it up?"

"No," She sighed. "I haven't drawn since I joined the F.B.I."

"Oh," Fiona's smile turned to a frown at Scully response. "Why not?"

Scully glanced at Mulder, who just watched the girls chit-chat away. He knew why she stopped drawing. It was because of him. But would she say it like that?

"I've just had a lot of work," She sighed sadly.

Before Fiona could reply, the nurse interrupted. The door opened softly. Fiona, Mulder and Scully turned their heads to the door. A young nurse, about the age of 25, entered with her clipboard tightly in her hands. She left the door open, making her way to Fiona's monitor.

"Hello, Fiona," The nurse greeted warmly. "How are you feeling?"

Fiona groaned, laying her head back and rolling her eyes.

The nurse just laughed. "I see you have your strength is gotten a little better."

"I guess so," Fiona sighed.

"And you can talk?" The nurse asked, surprised. "Well, you've been making a good recovery so far. The doctor will be in soon."

The nurse smiled at Fiona, and Fiona returned it. Mulder's eyes drifted to the nurse. Not so much the nurse, but of her breasts. Mulder was acting like a teenager, forgetting all common sense in his life. He just kept staring, not taking his eyes off. The nurse, Scully or Fiona wasn't aware of him. That is, of course...

"I'm sorry," The nurse looked up at Mulder and Scully. "Are you Fiona's parents?"

Fiona rolled her eyes. She looked nothing like them. However, there was that basic question of adoption.

"Um, no," Scully flipped out her badge, assuming that Mulder would too. But he didn't. "I'm special agent Dana Scully."

"F.B.I?" The nurse asked confused, as she kept looking up at her monitor and at her clip board.

"Yes, we were the ones who found Fiona last night," Scully explained.

The nurse nodded. "Well, we have you to thank. Once I heard about it, I didn't expect Fiona here to survive. Whatever you did, it was incredible."

"Thank you," Scully smiled.

"So, you decided to stop by and pay Fiona a visit?"

"Well, we wanted to make sure that Fiona was alright."

"And I am," Fiona smiled at Scully. "Thank you for coming. Even though my parents couldn't make it."

Scully nodded. "It was our pleasure."

Scully turned to Mulder, who didn't notice Scully. She looked back at Mulder and at the nurse. Scully felt angry inside. She couldn't believe him! They were suppose to be here for Fiona. Not to stare a another woman's rack! Scully wanted to yell at him, which is what she did. Somewhat.

Scully rolled her eyes. "For God's sake, Mulder, they're not even real!" Scully cried at him.

The nurse cocked her head up. Fiona looked up. Mulder snapped back into reality, now having to deal with Miss Scully.

Scully had realized what she said. She then quickly covered her mouth with her hands. She wanted to crawl and hide. What an embarrassment for Mulder AND Scully.

Mulder looked down on her, blushing a little. Scully looked up at him, with a nervous smile.

Fiona giggled. "You're very honest. You need to be careful, Mulder. Scully has such a good eye. Maybe next time you'll actually come for me."

Mulder laughed nervously. "Yeah, I got it."

What was going on with them? Why were they acting this way? And why did the truth always come out? Was it intentional? Was it an accident? Mulder and Scully couldn't explain, nor try to explain. All they knew was, this was not their doing. And that's no lie.