I Feel Betrayed

Part 5

by Trycee

Timeline: Season 8 between episodes after Dead Alive, starting from Three Words and ending before Vienen when Mulder makes a simple statement of acknowledgement of the baby.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, it is owned by Chris Carter. This is written for fun not profit.

Scully is silent our entire trip to FSC. The only time she looks at me is when I step out the car and ask her to get behind the wheel and keep it running. We exchange glances and I can see the worry in her eyes but she doesn't say anything even as she climbs into the driver seat. I stand outside the window and look at her but she doesn't turn to look back at me. I turn and walk away, she already knows her job as lookout, there's nothing more to be said, she knows I won't turn away right now but I feel like a jackass for causing her more worry. I know that can't be good for the baby. I got into the facility pretty easily thanks to the guys, and once inside I had just entered the code when Doggett suddenly appears. He 'was a fly on the wall', I tell the fellas as he pounds on the door. He shoots the window and shatters the glass, screaming for me to get out of there. I don't trust him, I don't like him, I know nothing about him. And despite the fact that I hated him for thinking that he was with Scully, I knew that wasn't true now but I still hated the guy for taking over the X-Files and hiding the truth. He was one of them as far as I was concerned. When the data was blocked and I couldn't send it out or even email it, the guys helped us hide in the ceiling tiles. It felt like an eternity hiding up in there until we were cleared to get down and escape. He ran to his car and I ran to Scully.

The ride back was tortuous. Never have Scully and I had this much lag time between conversations. I was scared to say anything to her because she might cry or scream at me and neither of them I could take right now. I brought her back home but I didn't leave. I knew she expected me too but I didn't. I brought her in and she walked straight to her bedroom and closed the door. I sank down on her couch and listen for any sounds. I didn't hear any but I didn't sleep much that night. I was a royal fuck-up sometimes and I really needed to make things better for her and the baby. In the morning, Scully went to work but I was still on medical leave from my miraculous recovery from death and though I still hadn't checked in with my new A.D. and desk, I decided taking down the bed in the baby's room would be better. I put her bed into storage along with the rest of the things that she wouldn't need for awhile and I hit the hardware store, trying to pretend like I knew what I was doing. Fortunately, a few guys at the hardware store showed me how to paint a wall and sold me everything I ever needed to accomplish the task. In no time I had painted the baby's room a nice white with a hint of blue, if it were a girl I could always repaint it. And so I left it freshly painted but not before leaving a baby catalog with furniture and a note saying,

" Pick out a set Scully, I'll be back in the morning,

M."

The next day when I arrived she had circled a crib set and I purchased it and had it delivered by the time she arrived home. We weren't exactly around each other, I stayed away, giving her some time but I did manage to get the room together and I could see she was appreciative. The more I did the more things were falling back into place between us. Scully was starting to relax around me and the old Scully was returning along with her beautiful smile and sense of humor. I really missed that. I managed to search through my mother's things and find something that meant something to me and Sam and so I had it wrapped up. I wanted my baby to have it and I knew it would look nice in the baby's new room.

I had managed to stay out of trouble for an entire week while still on leave and I was determined to show Scully I could be a good father. I had a lot to prove because I wasn't really sure if I would be, but I could only try. I knocked on Scully's door and she opened it with a slight frown on her face. Her eyes were lit which betrayed the little pouty frown she was trying to portray. She looked absolutely stunning dressed in a blue maternity pajamas and a robe. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.

"Mulder?", she said, feigning that little half frown acting disappointed.

"What?", I said, as I looked at her, my head was swimming...I love her, I love her, I kept thinking.

I had my package hidden behind my back.

"I was just about to jump in the shower but I was waiting for the pizza man," she said, looking so small and fragile.

"You got something going on with the pizza man I should know about?," I teased.

"The pizza man?," she said, playfully.

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong but you just said you were waiting for the pizza man to jump in the shower," I said looking purposely confused.

"No, what I mean was the pizza man's usually late, and so...", she said, noticing that it was a joke and then smiled at me and sighed."You want to come in?"

"Thank you," I say still hiding the package. She turns to head towards the bathroom.

"I feel like I'm stuck in an episode of Mad About You."

I hide the package behind the couch cushions. "Well, uh, yeah, but small technicality. Mad About You was about a married couple and we just work together."

Ouch, that statement stung my own ears but I had a role to play and why not rehearse it with her.

"Yeah, well, you know what I'm talking about," she said from a far.

"I do, I do. What-what I'm trying to say is that, uh... we have no good reliable information on this man. I mean, what I am saying is the pizza man..."

Scully walks back right up to me and I point down to the bundle of joy. "… is not above suspicion."

"Ah, I see," she said, looking down at her stomach.

That was probably not the best joke after what we just went through but I had a smile on my face letting her know it was a joke. She then looked up at me and I keep glancing over to the couch, trying to give her a silent hint. She looks over to the not-so-hidden package and her eyes light up. "Is that for me?", she asks excitedly.

"Yeah," I say.

She reaches over for the package. "Nice package!"

"Thank you," I say, I can't keep my eyes off of her.

"What's the occasion?," she asks with a smile.

"Oh, uh, I was going through some stuff after my mother died and, um, it's just an old family keepsake...", I say, looking down into her eyes. "And I wanted you to have it."

"Well, I'm touched." I swear theres a connection radiating between us. I can feel it. The knock at the door breaks it though.

"Little Caesar, I presume?", I say as I look at her one last time before turning to open the door.

I look the guy up and down and then I turn giving her my best fake accusatory glare. She sighs, she knows my game.

"Hi...," she says shyly to the pizza guy. "Just, uh, give it to the man with the funny look on his face," she says with a slight smile as she plops down on the couch, the package still in her hands.

"Yeah, it's $29.08."

Ouch, Only in D.C would a $12 pizza cost $29.08. I pull out my wallet. "$29.08? What'd she get on it, a tank of gas?"

I hear Scully gasp and I turn towards her. "Scully?"

She doesn't say anything as she grips her stomach.

"Scully!", I say panicking. I race over to her and turn to the idiot pizza guy whose still standing there. "Call 911!', I scream out.

"Scully," I say, as I see the panicked look in her eyes. "Its okay,it'll be okay," I say over and over. Where the hell is that ambulance?

It was all a blur but I was right there as they were wheeling her into the Washington Medical Center. Scully's eyes were closed and I was very scared at this point. I heard the nurses voice before I saw her.

"That Scully? Dana? She's got what? Abdominal pains?", the E.R. Nurse screamed out.

"Her doctor is Dr. Speake," I yelled.

"Oh, he's been called," she said.

"She!", I correct her harshly.

"Who are you? The husband?"

"No," I said numbly.

"Then you wait outside," she said, leaving me there as the double doors closed behind her.

What? No, no...I need to tell them I'm the father. And that's when I see Doggett heading my way and I know I can't say anything now.

"Agent Mulder, what happened?", he says looking worried.

What the fuck are you doing here, I wanted to say. "How'd you find out?", I asked, not so nicely.

"I was dropping something off. The landlord told me."

The nurse comes back out and turns to Doggett. "Are you the husband?," she asks him.

My jaw tightened.

"Me?", he says in shock.

He looks at me and I'm trying my best not to show my anger right now.

"No," he answers her. He looks at me as if he's suddenly suspicious as to the reason I'm with her.

My phone rings. "Excuse me," I say and step away.

I can see a doctor walk out to join the nurse and they're both talking with Doggett and there's a sudden flash of anger settling within me. What right does he have to talk with her doctor's, I want to say but I don't.

I speak into the phone. "Mulder."

"Special Agent Fox Mulder?," a woman asks.

"Speaking."

"Agent Mulder, my name is Monica Reyes. We never met. Not since you've been alive, I should say."

"Who?", I ask, glancing over to Doggett and the medical staffers just chatting away.

"Special Agent Reyes. I know this is out of the blue, but I have a case I need your help on. It involves a certain phenomenon."

"I can't help you, Agent Reyes, for so many reasons," I say. Dammit I don't have time for this. "I think you should contact Agent Doggett at the X-Files."

"I can't call Agent Doggett because it involves him."

I look again at them all talking and I'm on edge. I need to get this woman off the phone.

"I'm in New Orleans, but I can be in DC in a few hours. It's important, Agent Mulder. Very,"

I think about it for a moment. Fine, you fly in if you want to but hell, I've got more important things to think about...

"Call me when you get here," I hang up just as Doggett finishes talking with the staff. I walk over to him.

"They're telling us not to worry. They're running some tests."

I nod but I still don't trust the guy. I wonder what information this Agent Reyes has on him and I just wish he'd get the hell out of here so I could be with Scully. This is my child and its hard, very hard pretending that its not especially at times like this.

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