AN: Sorry for the delay, I had the chapter written for a while but I was out of town without my laptop. Not as many reviews as the first chapter, but still, thanks to those who reviewd. enjoy

Chapter Three

Tomorrow

The sun had set over an hour ago. It was impossible to tell how long exactly have they been walking, but they estimated that it had been about four hours.

"Oh Fox, you are so stubborn. Johnny talks about you without a grudge; it's about time you forgave him…" Phoebe was saying.

She and Mulder have been talking most of the way, mostly about 'old times'. Even out here, lost and unsure that they can even survive, Phoebe was doing everything she could to keep Mulder close to her. She laughed and touched his arm and flirted with no end.

Meanwhile, Scully had gotten to know Mark better. He was divorced with two teenage daughters, and seemed to be leading a pretty decent life. He appeared happy.

They decided to walk until it got too cold. Then they would settle down, make a fire, and eat. In Scully's standards, it was already cold enough, and the cans on her back were getting heavy, but she would never admit such weakness. And with Phoebe there, she felt like she had to prove herself to someone, which was completely ridiculous. And yet, she couldn't help it.

"It looks like it might start raining any minute. We should start trying to pick a spot to settle down and put up the tents." Mark said.

"You're right. There doesn't seem to be any shelter, so I think right here would have to do." Mulder said, and the four of them stopped.

"I'll start on the tents." Mark said.

"I'll go look for something to burn." Mulder said.

"I'll help y…" Phoebe started, but Mulder cut her off.

"Scully, give me a hand?"

Scully smiled a little, and followed Mulder. When the got far enough, Mulder spoke.

"Phoebe can be quite a handful." He said, smiling. He started collecting some sticks and Scully followed suit.

"You got that right. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll ever be able to really warm up to her."

"I don't blame you. I have to say Scully, as much as it's exciting to experience this phenomenon and to be in this zone…" She rolled her eyes, "I have my concerns. Believe it or not, something is making our watches and cell phones stop out here. My best hopes and that we go far enough east that we will exit this area soon enough that our devices will just turn back on. I don't think we've gotten that far today… especially that we're not even certain that we're going in the exact right direction. Going 'east' can bring us to nowhere… we might not even notice as we pass this town."

"I know Mulder. I have the same concerns. We just have to trust Mark that he is leading us in the best possible direction. And hope that we don't freeze to death tonight." She said.

"You're cold? I can give you one of my jackets. I put on just about everything I had in my suitcase when we were leaving the plane, so I'm actually a little sweaty underneath it all." He smiled warmly, and took off his outermost layer. He put it on her and rubbed her shoulders for a few moments. In a sudden urge, she leaned in and hugged him. She wanted so bad to tell him that she was pregnant, but the moment was just wrong. Or maybe it wasn't… she should just say it. Why couldn't she just tell him?

"Do you guys need any help?"

That was Phoebe. She walked up to them and they pulled away from each other. She acted like she didn't notice their embrace.

"I think we have enough for now." Mulder said, and they picked up their findings from the ground and went back to where Mark had already set up two tents. He set the flashlight that they brought along with them on a rock. It wasn't big, but in the darkness it lit up a decent area.

"We should start the fire as soon as we can. We'll get warm before it rains, and the battery won't run out in the flashlight." Scully said.

They had fire going in a matter of minutes. Things could have been worse… they had all the essentials that they needed. Some first-aid supplies, a flashlight, a lighter, a shelter. It could have been much worse.

They set around the fire, their feet and hands stretched out towards the flames. In the distance, they could hear the thunder getting closer. They ate minimally but enough to feel satisfied.

"We should have someone sitting on a watch at all times, at least for the first night. You never know…" Mark said.

"I can start. I'm an insomniac, so it will be long before I fall asleep. I'll wake you up when I get tired." Mulder said. "Then you'll do the same with Phoebe and Scully."

They all agreed that was a good plan.

The temperature was falling by the hour. When they started feeling raindrops, they decided to call it a night. Mulder and Mark would share a tent, and Phoebe and Scully shared the other.

They all said goodnight and headed to sleep. As they lay down inside the tent, Phoebe said, "it's called", and Scully knew she said it to remind her that Phoebe had wanted to take the sleeping bags. Scully ignored this and simply said "goodnight".

It was cold. Very cold. But the truth was, that if all the layers they had put on weren't enough, the thin sleeping bags they left behind wouldn't have done much.

Scully turned on her side away from Phoebe and scared out into the blackness. The rain was pouring now, and Scully thought of Mulder. She hoped he wasn't sitting outside, but inside the tent, looking out. He would get wet and sick.

Her thoughts slowly slipped away from the coldness and where they were, and back to what had been the dominant though on her mind for the past week.

Her baby.

As much as she was scared of how it was even possible, she was overwhelmed by the happiness she felt. She had always wanted to have children. One of the saddest days in her life was when she found out that she couldn't have any. Subconsciously she slipper her hand onto her stomach. She was a doctor, so the idea of something growing inside of her was even more amazing then to the average woman. It was incredible.

Tears welled up in here eyes. She shouldn't be so distant to Mulder. She could tell he had noticed her change of behavior. When they were out of this place, she would tell him. And Phoebe can go to hell.

"This tent is so tiny… I can't stretch out my bloody legs." Phoebe muttered, turning over an over.

"Mmm..." Scully murmured. It was just the right length for her short body.

At some point she fell asleep. When she heard their tent being opened it was still dark outside but it was no longer raining. Scully reached for her gun and was ready to shoot.

"Hey! It's, me, Mark. Don't shoot."

"Ohh… Sorry." She put the gun away and set up. "What time is it?" She asked, but soon realized there was no way to know for sure.

"There is about four hours left till sunrise. I'm gonna go catch some sleep; you girls can divide up the time. The rain stopped, so I started another fire." He said.

"Okay. I guess I'll go first." Scully said, looking over at Phoebe who didn't seem to be awake.

"Alright. Here is the flashlight. Goodnight." He handed her the light and went into his tent.

Scully got out of her own tent and went to sit by the fire. She felt the now familiar nausea that she has had over the past couple of weeks in the mornings. At first she thought she had some virus. In the end, it was just what they call morning sickness.

She wrapped the jacket that Mulder had given her earlier tighter around herself and sat down close to the fire. She propped her knees up and put her head between them, trying to make the uneasiness in her stomach pass.

About three minutes later, she felt someone coming up behind her. It was Mulder.

"Falling asleep already? I just heard Mark coming into the tent." He said, sitting down right next to her.

"No, I'm just a little nauseous."

"Nauseous? From what?"

She almost slipped and started explaining to him that it was very normal, but she caught herself in time.

"I don't know." She said simply, and smiled to cheer the frown off of his face.

"You want to go back to sleep? I've already woken up anyways…" He started.

"I'll be fine Mulder. And you need your sleep just as I do."

He didn't insist.

"I can't sleep. Can't stop thinking of all the possibilities. Scully, there is no say of what we could find here… Even if it's not aliens. There is something has to be strong enough to bring down a whole plane…"

That last bit sent some chills down her spine. He was right. As much as she didn't like to think about it, Mulder was right.

"We're four people with guns. I think we'll be alright." Scully said, more to assure herself.

"Guns didn't help with the plane crash." Mulder pointed out, and put his arm around Scully. She leaned into him, and for a second wanted to tell him about the baby. As the though crossed her mind, she suddenly felt a grumble in her stomach and felt last night's food start to come up…

She covered her mouth, got up and took a few steps away. Then she leaned over and emptied her stomach.

"Wow… Scully, you're sick?" Mulder came up behind her, just as she cleaned her mouth. She already started to feel much better.

"Um, yeah. It's a virus or something."

"How long have you had it for?" Mulder asked, looking quite a bit concerned.

She looked into his eyes. He wasn't even suspecting that she was lying. It was unfair. She had to tell him. It was ridiculous that she was keeping it from him. He'll be happy... He knew how much she'd wanted this.

"Mulder, we need to talk..." She started.

"Fox, Dana, is it my turn yet?" Came Phoebe's voice behind them. Unbelievable.

Scully turned around to face the tall English woman, who managed to look good even after sleeping on the forest ground in this cold. It almost looked like she had makeup on.

"Actully, Phoebe, would you mind staying up instead of Scully? She's not feeling well." Mulder said.

Scully eyed him, a bit angry. She didn't like admitting weakness, especially to the English bitch.

"Oh, of curse! Get some rest Dana." Phoebe gave her a fake smile and turned to Mulder.

Scully walked back to the tent. She stopped to look back one more time to see Phoebe's face when Mulder said 'goodnight' and went back into his own tent. She thought he'd be staying up with her, and his request was an invitation for some private time. Scully smiled, and Zipped the tent up.

She didn't get to tell him. Before she wasn't sure if she wanted to, but now that she's come so close, she felt cheated out of the opportunity. She'd tell him tomorrow.

AN: So, I know people are reading because of the story alert list, but its a million times better to read a review. (;