A/N: Alright, I think I've made you guys wait long enough.

Dedicated: To my mama. Who yelled at me for hurting Mulder! LOL!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. Just a kid from East Jesus Nowhere who borrows stuff without askin'.

The fingers on her left hand traced over her cross necklace, the other traced circles on his hand. Her head rested against the railing of the bed, "Wake-up, wake-up. Please, Mulder, give me a sign you're still in there."

A tear slipped from her tear duct, worked it's way down her cheek, landing on her jeans. It left a mark, like blood on cement. She breathed deeply through her nose, willing the burning in her throat to subside. It'd only been a few hours, there was a good chance he'd still wake up. In fact, it was probably best that he was unconcious for the moment. He wasn't feeling pain this way.

The doctor had rattled off his prognosis to the Mulders and Scully had overheard. A shattered femur, a skull fracture and a sprained wrist. If (when) he woke up, they'd worry about long term brain damage. They were watching his brain for swelling and so far he seemed to be doing fine without surgery.

The police had said he'd gone around the curve to fast, hit some loose gravel and his truck ended up wound around a tree. The fact that he was alive was a miracle in it's self. Now, if he woke up, there was a good chance in a few months this would be nothing but a nightmare. If only he'd wake up.

"Mulder." Scully laced her fingers through his good hand, "You gotta wake up. Cause I kind of need you." She took a shaky breath, "Who else will tell me when I'm being a pain in the ass? No one else's hands were made to fit in mine. Look, if you wake-up I will do your home geometry homework for the rest of the year. I don't care. Please."

No answer.

"Well, you better wake-up. Cause I'm not gonna quit talking." She crossed her legs, "Remember the day we met?" She traced circles on his thumb, "I do. Melissa teased me the whole way home from the pool. Kept calling you my boyfriend. I wanted to kill her."

"See and no one else gets the title as my best friend. I don't think I even considered calling anyone else that. From that day at the pool on, you were it. Monica and John, they're my friends... but no one gets it like you do." Scully sighed, "I wish you could talk back. I wonder what you're thinking. 'Scully, shut up' Right?"

"Your mom took Samantha to get dinner. I guess your Dad is flying in from where ever he was this week." Scully informed him, "My parents are in the waiting room. I don't know what to say to them. I'm mad at them Mulder. I don't think I've ever been so livid with my dad." She glanced down at her black converse tapping out a rhythm on the tiled floor, "I know. You don't want me to fight with them."

"They just don't understand Mulder." Scully leaned in closer to him; her head resting on the bed beside his head, "They think we're too young and we're crazy. And hell, there's a good chance we are. I just know what I know though. That I love you. I know you love me too." She traced a finger lightly across his cheek, afraid to hurt him.

"You think you're so tough and invincible. You're not." She chuckled the light, sarcastic chuckle, "You're no mystery to me. I see the way you love me. You get this look in your eye -generally when I say something completely off the wall. And I can feel your eyes on me during class. Oh and Baby, I'm not deaf. I can hear you when you think I'm asleep."

"You're not allowed to leave me Fox Mulder. Not now. Not ever. I don't care how old we get. I get to go first. Cause I'm just that stubborn." Scully warned him, she pulled his good hand to her heart and closed her eyes.

She'd do anything to hear his voice and him telling her to quit worrying about him.

"Ya know.." She searched for a truth to tell him, something that she'd never told anyone, "I hated Monica when she first moved here? I mean full-on hate. I was probably the only eleven year old in Jasper Hollow to consider homicide. I was jealous. She was so pretty and she had you and John wrapped around her little pinkie. You made me walk home alone that day so you could carry the new girls books. You're lucky I didn't deck you Fox William Mulder." She chuckled.

"But then," Scully carried on, "You showed up that night. A video sack in your hands and a thing of Twizzlers. You said 'Scully' in that silly apologetic voice of yours. And God help me, I was gone. You seemed to find a way to make me fall harder every day."

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Samantha Mulder sat in the waiting room of Greene County Memorial Hospital. Her long tan legs hung over the edge of the chair and her feet swung a few inches above the ground. Her Burger King meal sat in front of her, she wasn't hungry. Every one was quiet and Samantha wanted to scream.

"Samantha?" Charlie Scully sat next to her.

"Yeah?" Samantha looked over at him.

"It's gonna be okay." Charlie promised, reaching over cautiously and resting his hand on top of hers.

"Big brothers aren't supposed to get hurt." Samantha said and sniffled.

"He's gonna be fine." Charlie promised her, "Mulder's the toughest guy I know."

"Yeah." Samantha ran her free hand over her face, "Who knows if tough is good enough this time?"

--

"Dana..." Mrs. Mulder stepped into the room, "Can I have sometime with him?"

"Sure." Scully nodded. She stood, pressing a kiss to Mulder's cheek and squeezed his hand, "I love you."

She left the room and found a whole crowd in the waiting room.

"How is he?" Samantha asked.

"No change." Scully took a breath and let it out. Samantha got up from the chair and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around Scully's waist. Scully rested her head on top of Samantha's and stroked her long black hair.

"He's gonna be okay. He wouldn't leave us." Samantha whispered.

"I know." Scully replied.

It remained like that through the night, everyone took turns sitting with Mulder, but he did not wake. No one spoke a word all night, Samantha and Charlie were the only who could carry on a conversation.

As morning light rose over the town, Scully sat beside him. She felt like crying; her eyes were puffy and swollen. She had been crying off and on all night.

"Please wake up." She whispered, her head on his shoulder and her tears soaking his hospital gown. She cried for awhile, there was nothing left for her to do. Pray and cry. Pray and cry. Pray and cry.

Mr. Mulder opened the door and the room flooded with light, "Dana."

"I know." Scully wiped her tears on her jacket sleeve,"My turns up." She got up from the chair and headed for the door when she heard it.

"Scully?"

She turned slowly, "Mulder?"

"Scully." He cleared his throat.

"Get the doctor!" Mr. Mulder yelled at a passing nurse, "He's awake!"

"Mulder..." Scully felt her knees go weak.

He seemed to cautiously move every limb, "Scully?"

"What is it Baby?" Scully asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why can't I feel my legs?"

A/N: -ducks and covers from the flying tomatoes- It will all be resolved in the next chapter. I swear! I swear!