Accidents will happen

They're only hit and run

Used to be a victim

Now you're not the only one

Accidents will happen

But only hit and run

I don't wanna hear it

Cause I know what I've done

-Elvis Costello

The rain hadn't fallen for long, but the ground was already saturated , Mulder looked out of the window of the Gladstone Hollow Convalescent Center as the OB worked around Scully. They had wheeled in a portable ultrasound machine to get a good look at the creature inside.

Mulder had not wanted to be there, but Maggie had 'strongly suggested' that he be there for this, she insisted that it was his responsibility. "Besides Fox, Scully would want you there." That is what he liked about Maggie; she only brought out the big guns when she knew it would work. She herself had opted not to go, noting that the room would be crowded anyway

So he tried to ignore most of the proceedings going on around him. He sat in a chair at the far end of her room, near the window where he could monitor the weather properly.

"We are about to get started here Mr. Mulder." He was informed by a burly female OB. She looked at him with a sort of malicious sadness. The staff was aware of the child's parentage, but for some reason, they had all assumed that he was the one clinging to it. He was used to accepting blame for things, so he accepted this new culpa as filed under what else? In a way he felt he was getting off easily, if they knew how the child had come to be there, they would probably ban him from even entering her room. This was a small price to pay to be able to seat himself by her bed and hold endless one sided conversations with him. At least she can't argue with me right now. He thought to himself often, but in all actuality, it was the thing he missed the most.

The dark screen was suddenly brought to life showing the inner reproductive workings of Dana Scully. The doctor fiddled with the wand across Scully's abdomen, while pressing buttons. The picture of a small peanut appeared on the screen.

"At six months" the doctor spoke as she worked "the fetus is roughly the size of a cell phone and weighs about half a pound. Mulder watched as she showed him the head and the little string of pearls that formed the baby's spine.

"Would you like to the sex of the baby Mr. Mulder?" The question blew him away, up until now the child had no sex, or soul, it was just the tumor that was growing inside of his partner, slowly killing her.

"I uh..yeah why not?" he grinned, absently tracing a finger over the screen fingering the image of the baby, their baby."

"Congratulations sir, you are going to have a girl and she appears to be in good health." Dr. Paul smiled at the man's expression. He looked like someone had secretly replaced all his blood with white out. That was the usual reaction for fathers to be.

"I um, thank you I guess Dr." he stammered a lot these days, before all this he always had the right words for the right moment. Most of that though left the day Scully took her leave of consciousness.

He wasn't sure how he felt about having a daughter, he knew that he would have to get some answers as to how all this happened, at what point did his life go this far into the toilet? And other than his own horny lack of self control, whose fault is this? Who else had a hand in this new drama that was unfolding before him?

Can I ask a few questions?" he had stopped Dr. Paul just as she was pushing the ultrasound machine toward the door. "sure she answered."

"Ok, how is Sc-Dana I mean not the uh you know but her condition overall, is she handling the stress of this situation ok?" he had jammed his hands into his pockets, and Dr. Paul got the sense of a 12 year old asking to go out even though he is grounded.

"She's is doing better than expected Mr. Mulder, but I am not going to lie to you, she has hade poor weight gain for this pregnancy, her blood volume is dangerously low, and her blood pressure is so elevated we are concerned about the complication of pre eclampsia." She sighed and looked back at the woman on the bed behind her." She should not have been made to go through this." She shook her head as if trying to remember her Hippocratic Oath.

Mulder sat staring at her, anger and self loathing filling up to his throat and spilling over in foul tasting bile. The words he knew, but to hear them coming from Scully's own doctor. "What are her chances?" He choked hand running through his already mangled hair.

"Well, it's at this point fifty fifty, though as I mentioned there are a few complications that we are looking out for that could sway this the wrong way.

"What about long term, I mean say this doesn't end in her death, could she make a full recovery?"

"Mr. Mulder, if you are asking me if or when she will wake up, I don't have the answer to that question. If you are asking me if she can get through this then I give you the same answer before. Fifty Fifty she should not have been made to go through with this, not with the trauma she has already experienced." She turned and walked out of the room.

The rain continued on to beat down upon the open window of Room 1013. Mulder held Scully's hand, silently being close to her and mulling over in his mind what the doctor had told him. He was starting to formulate a plan to rid Scully of her problem for once and for all. If there was a way to slip a little something into her IV

"Swear to God Scully, you just raise an eyebrow and I'll do all the paperwork for a year—no two years" He waited patiently for her to tell him she would not let him do the paperwork, even if both her arms were broken. No way.

But she didn't there was no fight there; she hung on in a limbo not answering, eternally viewing the backs of her eyelids.

"I did this to you…" he begins; hold her hand in his absently rubbing it against his stubble cheeks. She had always told him he should become more familiar with the joys of Shick.

"I don't know why I didn't stop that night Scully, I didn't know it was you…but I felt it was you. That night I dreamt that we were together, that it was you and we—oh God, what have I done?" he placed his face onto her arm, feeling her skin underneath, he would sleep like that that night, the nurse's on call passing by brought in a blanket and covered him with it. The entire centre was devoted to this young woman, and they assumed he was the fiancée that never got to walk down the isle. Some of the nurses tittered remarking how much the tall dark man reminded them of the story of Heathcliffe, doomed to pine for his love all the days of his life. No one expected Dana Scully to wake up, and as in most areas of medicine the professionals deal with tragedy in their own way, though the family of this woman would be shocked to know that there was a pool as to which month of pregnancy she would thread out in.

Still, they felt for Mr. Mulder, his love for her was so obvious, this man who on February 23, in the middle of one of the worst blizzards showed up with a dozen pink roses for Dana's birhtday. The staff had gotten used to seeing him every day, and the receptionist at the wing that Dana was housed on had taken to having ready a cup of coffee everyday at the same time. No one expected him to show that day, all of the roads were closed and the news reporters were warning the metro DC areas, to stay home, preferably holed up sucking warmth from loved ones.

Guess this guy took them seriously.

They new his routine, and with the exception of that Brittany Spears incident (which most of the staff refereed too with not so much tongue in cheek as the man's attempt to literally wake the dead) he was a good guy, who obviously got one of the worse lumps a guy could get, not only did ya knock up your girlfriend, but now she is in a coma and your stuck with the kid alone.

Of course Mulder never referred to the baby, never even brought it up except to ask Maggie pleadingly to reconsider. Maggie was a saint, and even though she was not going to budge in her decision, she listened to him rant and rage, every harsh word, every immature fit of a man with his hands tied furtively behind his back. She knew he hated to feel helpless. He was the kind of man who was used to getting things done, rushing in and saving the day. He couldn't do that this time, at least not until Scully's condition was stabilized.

Maggie knew he would be a good father; she had more faith in him than he did himself. She had not pushed the issue because the pain of Dana's situation was too fresh, but the time was gonna come soon that she would have to push, and the look in his eyes spoke of the danger that lurked just below them. If she pushed too hard, would he snap? Hurt himself out of sheer panic or misguided self loathing? This was something that would have to be done very cautiously, almost covertly. She had to figure a way to gently ease the baby into his life. Bill and his wife had already spoken to her about taking Dana's baby if it came to it, but Maggie was adamant that this was not how things were going to be, this was Fox's baby as much as Dana's losing one parent was bad enough, for a baby to lose both was awful.

No Maggie Scully was a woman of intense judiciousness, and sage wisdom. She knew how she was going to handle this one, things had progressed about as far as she could allow them to, and there was a new life involved that did not ask to come into this world, now consequences had to be met.

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-Right, so I am being attacked vy the Muse, she will not let me sleep at night and she is forcing me to type at gun point, oh well I guess you readers put in a word to get this one finished

I wanted to thank ALL of you for the wonderful reviews and the muse says as long as I keep typing, no one gets hurt LOL

You all rock, one more thing, I am in the process of moving off campus so I may not have internet for a couple of weeks, so I will try to get as much of this out as possible….sorry

I guess I should have mentioned that this is an AU kinda sorta I really don't know how to quantify this one, it got in my head and would not leave until I started typing Damn Muse, she is worse than the IRS