"What would drive Dana over the edge like this, Doctor?" Her words spoke for everybody in the office. Her hands were crossed neatly in her lap and her face remained emotionless except for her reddened eyes. The sobs had ceased for now but only because she needed answers. Margaret Scully considered herself a good mother; she had always been Dana's confidant but with these sudden turn of events it was as though Dana was a stranger and Margaret needed to know why.

John Doggett sat quietly to the left of Ms. Scully still trying to cope with the scenes that replayed over and over in his mind. When Doggett tried to call Scully from the F.B.I. parking garage and there came no answer, he felt a horrible energy surge through him and he raced to her apartment unsure what his bad feelings meant. He couldn't even comprehend the visuals he encountered when he burst through Scully's apartment when she didn't answer. Her limp body was crumpled on the kitchen floor covered in thick blood. Doggett rushed forward, cradling her body. His heart leapt as he felt how warm her blood was. He quickly reached for towels and wrapped her arms. As he felt for a pulse, he called 911. It was faint but it was beating.

Skinner sat to the right of Ms. Scully. When the call came to his office from agent Doggett, he feared the worst. Mixed emotions of sympathy and anger coursed through his veins. Since the death of Mulder, Skinner feared that Scully would break without him. He hoped that the pregnancy would keep her sane though. He thought wrong.

"In the line of work that Ms. Scully endures day to day, I was a bit assured of the answer; many law enforcement officers have mental break downs because of the nature of their jobs but then I spoke with Scully's therapist at the F.B.I., Karen Kosseff." He gestured to Skinner who nodded in agreement, "She has been counseling Dana since she began work at Quantico. When I spoke to her this morning, she consented to disclosing Dana's personal information at the request of Ms. Scully, her mother." He gestured again to Margaret.

"Karen believes this incident can classify Dana as clinically depressed. In her sessions with Dana she believes that Dana actually blames herself for everything that goes wrong in her life. She feels compelled to be what everybody else wants her to be. Her fears of being not accepted root back to her childhood. The late Mr. Scully's frequent transfers, because of the Navy, ceased Dana's ability to bond with other children, hence her introverted personality. Mr. Mulder's unfortunate death was the icing on the cake and it sent her over the edge. Karen has suggested many times in the past to Dana that she face these feelings but instead she hides and buries them.

'Dana is resting in ICU for the moment. She will be on suicide watch for the next 48 hours but I feel with some more therapy and a prescription of medication, Dana can overcome this and function much more balanced."

Margaret nodded slowly, "I never realized how much pain Dana was in. She never told anyone."

"Most patients never do. That is the problem. We can't help someone who doesn't want help but I believe Dana wants help. With her extensive background in medicine, I believe she never intended to kill herself; the wounds on her wrists are without a doubt superficial. The size and the placement are obvious that it wouldn't kill a person but incapacitate them. Whether she did this consciously or sub-consciously doesn't matter but it does shed light. She wants help."

John followed behind Scully as she stepped into her apartment. He set her bags down quietly as she passed by him towards the answering machine. It flashed twenty seven messages. As she set her keys down on the table, her bandaged wrist slowly revealed. She pulled it back, embarrassed. John hadn't noticed he was too busy carrying her bags to her bedroom. Scully pulled her coat off slowly as John came back into the room.

"Thank you John." Her voice barely whispered. He came forward.

"Not so fast, Agent Scully. I'm not leaving here until I'm sure your okay." He gently grasped her arm.

"John, I can assure you I'm okay, really." Scully smiled softly at him hoping he'd buy it. John shook his head.

"Dana, please, your mother threatened me. I've got no choice."

Scully chuckled a bit, "Okay, I'll order a pizza."

Hours later, Scully felt better than she had in a few months. Her mind was brimming with happiness and hope. The two sat next to each other watching some old made for TV movie. Scully hardly noticed the movie as she spoke on.

"I felt like I was drowning and the more I struggled to breathe, I couldn't. I wanted help but it was like I couldn't find the words. This child means so much to me and I don't think I can ever fully forgive myself for ever putting its life in danger. It was the darkest part of my life." Scully spoke in a somber tone as John listened intently.

"Hey, it doesn't have to be that way, okay? I'm here for you. I know what it's like to lose a loved one."

Scully gasped quietly, "I forgot about your son, I'm so sorry." She dropped her eyes to the floor.

John quickly clasped at her chin and brought her eyes to his, "Hey it's alright. Look at me. You need to let these feelings out before they consume you. I know first hand."

"I'm angry at him." She blurted out. Realizing what she said she turned away but John held on to her and motioned for her to continue.

"When I was diagnosed with cancer he wouldn't let me give up. I fought and I fought and when I gave up hope, he filled me with an even greater hope. He never gave up on me and now he's gone. Just like that, he gave up."

"Now you listen to me. I know I never got a chance to meet Mulder but from the way you talk about him, there's no way he would ever give up on you that easy. I'm sure he held on as long as he could. It's just a part of life, death."

Memories of Mulder's disease climbed through her mind and how he told her to let go of any chance of a cure and she bitterly protested against John but silently.

"There's no way anyone would just give up on never seeing you again, you hear me?" His frosty blue eyes locked on with hers. Her breath shortened as the moment passed on like years. He slowly dipped forward and pressed his lips against hers. Her mind went wild with confusion and heartache. But at the same time, she didn't pull away…

TBC….

Disclaimer: I can feel the bashings coming after this chapter. But please remember what I wrote in the summary, this is a Mulder/Scully Romance so please no bashing.  I know what you all are saying; Scully could never do anything like that but remember she thinks Mulder is dead. Her heart feels betrayed and alone. Sometimes our heart needs comfort from our friends and she trusts John wholeheartedly.