CHAPTER THREE
Six hours later, sure enough, she was signed out of hospital.
She was still not one hundred percent, she needed to rest, and Mulder was fully invested in all the information the Doctor told him, about how she needed bed rest mainly, and that she needed to be watched.
He was totally on it, he was not going to let anything happen to her, he reassured the Doctor.
In the back of her mind, she knew her dreams and visions were never going to go away.
She couldn't explain the mixture of emotions she felt now that she knew William had communicated with her.
She was sure he would find them and that they didn't have to search for him.
It was like Mulder said, they just had to wait. Even though the situation was dire, she knew that he was at least alive, and he was trying to help them. For the first time in may be fourteen years, she actually felt the wound healing a little, because she had that connection with her son. It was amazing really..
"You ready to go?"
Mulder's voice snapped her out of her thoughts about William as she packed her things up in a bag, not that she had much.
She was back in her blue suit, as it was all she had. Mulder had offered to go buy her some clothes from the store too, but she had refused, saying it wasn't worth racking up his credit card bill on clothes for her as well that she didn't need..
"Yeah." She said softly and turned around to face him. He nodded and took her bag before she could lift it. She watched it move from the bed and into his hand and she was about to say she was fine, that she could carry it, but she stopped herself. She needed to stop playing those games. She needed to rest, she had learnt that the hard way..
"Then let's go." He said softly and gave her a small smile, then reached his arm around to rest his hand on the small of her back, like he always used to.
She let out a small breath as she felt his hand go there, his warmth and that feeling once again, of security and familiarity. She swallowed and started to walk towards the door with him. She was pretty slow, but he stayed with her the whole way, not pushing her at all and walking at her pace.
"You ok?" He asked her softly, close to her side and his face near her hair.
"Yeah." She whispered as she felt a tingle run down her spine as he spoke close to her ear.
So close, he was so damn close.
How long had it been since he had been this close like this..?
"Just take your time. I got you." He said in a low and gentle tone.
It was calming. She couldn't deny that everything he was doing was so calming and was such a comfort. It was almost too much, and tears rose to her eyes, but she hid them from him, as she didn't want him to get the wrong impression, and she didn't want him to stop either..
They walked out to the hospital parking lot and to his car.
She raised her eyebrows a little when she saw it, since when he had he gotten a mustang!?
"Nice wheels." She said, impressed, also a little puzzled.
Mulder chuckled and unlocked it, then went to put her bag in the small trunk.
"You're not the only one who is allowed to splash out on a fancy car Scully." He teased a little, with a grin.
She reached to open the door and he saw her and shut the trunk, then hurried over to help her. He caught the door and let her get inside slowly, shutting the door behind her.
She caught his glance through the window at his act of chivalry, and she would have usually teased him about it, but this time was different.
They just caught eyes for a second, surprised that neither one was making a stupid joke, there was a moment there..
Mulder had to tear himself away as it was too much, the way she had looked at him then had almost made him faint right there in the parking lot.
He walked around the back of the car to the driver's side, and climbed in, trying to pull himself together. He switched on the ignition and they drove away quickly.
After fifteen minutes of slightly awkward silence, he decided to switch on the radio. Justin Bieber suddenly erupted from the speakers and he cringed and switched it over, trying to find something half decent.
Scully was relaxed in her seat, glancing out of the window.
She was still tired, and they had at least an hour's drive to the house. She couldn't believe she was going there, that this was really happening. But she had started this, so she had to go along with it now. It was going to be fine, she reassured herself in her head. It was the right decision, as it was out of the way and they were less likely to get into danger there..
"How are you feeling?"
Mulder's gentle voice of concern once again brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to look at him as he fiddled with the radio and finally found something which sounded like soft rock, but she wasn't sure of the song.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." She said quietly.
Mulder nodded, pursing his lips a little in thought, wondering how she could be tired after all that sleep, but he knew she was still on meds and her body needed to recover still.
"Go to sleep if you want." He offered and shrugged a little. He didn't mind at all.
"I might do.." She commented, not sure what she wanted to do. She looked back out of the window and was quiet again.
"Theres erm.. still some of your clothes at the house.." He said after a moment, and sounded a little embarrassed. She turned back to look at him and saw he looked it too.
"What's there?" She asked softly, curious.
"A pair of pajamas, a couple of t shirts, a sweater, a pair of jeans.." He stopped then and cleared his voice again, as he was rambling, and he knew exactly what she had left there at the house. He had put it all away neatly, after washing them. It had taken him a long time to wash them though, as he had slept with them on the couch with him after she had left, as they smelt of her.. "I think you'll be ok for a couple of days, if that's what you're thinking." He finished with a tiny side smile.
"I left that much?" She asked, a little shocked at herself. She frowned in thought and had to think back to that horrendous day, when she left him. She didn't want to go back there, but she couldn't believe she had left that many clothes behind. She had been in a hurry though, so it was understandable.
Mulder just nodded and was quiet, clutching the steering wheel a little tighter. He hated thinking about the worst day of his life.
He had been sick back then, and he had almost been driven to suicide after she left. He had worked so hard to get through it and get better.
He didn't want to think about that time..
She sighed and licked her lips a little nervously, squeezing her hands together. She was starting to get a little anxious about going back and seeing it all, their bedroom, how many bad memories would she have to face back at that house?
"I'll change the bed when we get back, so you can sleep on clean sheets, and I'll sleep on the couch." He reassured her quickly, almost as if he could read her mind. "I promise I'll give you the space you need." He said, sure of it. He was not going to push her, he had to let her come to him. He was also prepared for it all to go wrong, and that was ok too.. "If at any time, you wanna go back to your apartment, I'll drive you right back."
She was looking at him with sad eyes, he was being so sweet, but everything he was saying was so sad. Yet, she was glad that he was being so reassuring. She nodded and smiled a sad smile, still looking at his face as he focused on the road.
"All right." She said softly.
"I don't have much food in." He carried on, clearly unable to stop, she could sense he was nervous. "Do you mind if I stop at the grocery store?" He said and looked at her for the first time in a while, and met her eyes.
"We can just order in.." She offered.
"I'd rather you ate something healthy. I can cook you something." He said, using all his strength to look away from her and back at the road. He could get lost in those eyes, and neither of them needed another car accident..
"Mulder, really, its fine.." She reassured him, she didn't want him to go through all that trouble.
"Scully, you're sick, you need to eat properly. I can cook better now, believe it or not." He smiled a little, he was actually proud of himself.
She smirked and felt her heart warm a little at his comment, she was intrigued.
"Is that so?"
"Yep, I've been teaching myself to cook." He smiled wider, as she sounded a little happier.
"And what can you cook now?" She arched her eyebrow, amused.
"Wait and see." He grinned and looked at her again.
They both laughed a little, and it felt so damn good..
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