I Feel Betrayed

Part 6

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.

A few nurses figured we were blocking the hallway, I guess, so they guided Doggett and me to a waiting room. I sat down and buried my head in my hand. I didn't want him looking at me, questioning me. He was too close for comfort as far as I was concerned. Why was he still around? This was between me and Scully, this is what we did together as partners, not him and her, I wanted to say to him, but I gripped my forehead instead, praying to whatever God was out there they'd spare her life and my unborn child's. I didn't realize how much time went passed, it was going at a snails pace. I recognized Skinner's shoes as he stood in front of me. I looked up and he could see I was highly distraught. He placed a hand on my shoulder but I jumped up instead with my fist clenched, pacing the floor of the small waiting area. He watched me for a few minutes and then turned to Doggett, asking if there was any news. He shook his head no. Doggett looked at Skinner with a questioning glance. I recognized it, it was the, 'Is he a loose Canon?", type of look. Skinner didn't acknowledge him instead he turned to look at me. "I've got a meeting to attend...", he said, speaking to me. "Keep me informed, I'll be back...", he said.

Doggett stood up and looked over to me too. "I'll be back too...At least one of us should stay here."

I turned quickly to glare at him but Skinner was shaking his head slightly, letting me know not to do anything to fly off the handle or he would take me down. I bit my lip. "Of course...", I said, swallowing hard. "Of course I'll stay with her."

Doggett nodded and then turned to head towards the door. Skinner looked at me as if he knew I was sinking deep behind my cool exterior. I nodded to him and he nodded back and then he turned to walk with Doggett out the door. The E.R. Nurse would appear periodically in the distance but she never approached me. I decided to look for a different nurse that I hadn't screamed at earlier. I found a young fresh-face nurse and told her I needed to see Dana Scully.

She looked at me. "Are you the husband?"

I slammed my fist against the wall. "NO, I am Not! But I NEED to see her and find out about ou...", I slipped. "About the baby..."

She recognized my little slip and nodded. "I can get you in," she smiled.

I calmed down a little and followed her to Scully's room. Maggie was in there and she immediately hugged me tightly. "Fox," she said, looking at me stunned at the fact that I was indeed alive after she and Scully had buried me and that I had managed to slip past the warden, the E.R. Nurse who was preventing me from being at Scully's side.

The nurse turned and shut the door back and I looked over at Scully and my heart sank. She was on oxygen and I could see several monitors beeping in time.

"She's fine," Maggie said, softly.

"And the baby?", I said, with a tear in my eye.

"The baby's fine too...", she said, standing over her daughter. "The baby's a fighter like you...", she said, wiping at her own tears.

I nodded and placed an arm around her small shoulders. "You go on over to Scully's apartment and get some sleep. I'll be here...", I said. "I know its too far for you to drive back to your place...and a hotel is out of the question."

She nodded and then bent down over her daughter and kissed her cheeks. "I'll be back Dana...", she said, and turned and grabbed up her purse. I looked at her for a brief moment and I knew what she was telling me, "Take care of her for me..."

I nodded and she walked out the door. I ran my fingers over Scully's scalp, pushing the hair out of her face. I wanted to touch her stomach to see if the baby were in fact okay but I felt like I was violating Scully somehow and I would never do that. I pulled up the chair and held her hand for an hour before I was busted by the warden. She walked in with this look on her face like, "Didn't I tell you only immediate family?"

"I'm going...", I said, before she could speak.

I bent over and kissed Scully on the cheek. "I'll be back..."

I turned and walked out before the nurse could give me her look. If I hadn't promised I would've just told her it was my baby but I knew Doggett and Skinner might get the message and Scully would be furious because it could jeopardize our future together and the X-Files, so I left her in the room and headed back to the waiting room when I got the phone call. Monica Reyes was already at FBI Headquarters. I headed for my car instead.

I walk into the records office and I see a tall brunette, standing on a stepladder going through the records.

"Agent Mulder."

"Agent Reyes?", I asked.

She had a file in her hands when she came down to the floor and shook my hand.

" You're taller than I thought. "

I'm not amused. "You keep on alluding to a time that we've met and I don't remember."

"I was there when they found you in the woods. You were... "

She paused and nodded. Dead, is the unspoken word.

"Uh... Yeah. I'm not surprised you don't remember," she says a little in awe of my return from the grave.

"Yeah. Um, I-I have somewhere I have to be … if we could cut to the chase," I say, trying to hurry this along. You pulled me away from Scully, I'm thinking.

"As I said before, it involves Agent Doggett … the death his son. I don't know if you're familiar at all with that case."

I'm sorry for him but that still doesn't make me like him any better."No, I'm not at all familiar with Agent Doggett."

She hands me the file and I see a rather cute, blonde haired kid on the photo. I scan it quickly.

I can't even imagine... , I think to myself.

"I-I wasn't aware of this. You were the lead investigator?", I ask.

"Once it fell to the FBI. Agent Doggett was with the NYPD at the time. We worked it together. We never caught the killer. It was the hardest case I've ever had. As in stealing-into-the-bathroom-to-cry-my-eyes-out kind of hard. I can't begin to imagine what it was like for John," she said, breathing heavily. "I couldn't bear to put him through this again, but if it means we could catch his son's killer... I just can't go to him until I know if what I saw means anything."

Obviously there was more to the story, a reason she wanted to hide this from him.

"You said this case involves some kind of phenomenon?"

"I don't know if it was a psychic experience or what, but when we found his son, I had a vision. It was as if for just a moment... The body was changed."

"Changed? Into what?"

"Ashes. It looked like ashes. The thing of it is Agent Doggett told me he saw it, too …although he spent the last few years convincing himself he didn't, that even if he did, it didn't mean anything."

"What do you think it means?"

She was intriguing, this woman who believed but my heart just wasn't in it right now. Scully was all I could think about.

"I can't shake the feeling that it's a clue, that it could somehow point to who's responsible, if only I let it. And now I've seen it again. A thousand miles from here, a seemingly unrelated case and I've had the same vision. There has to be a reason for it, a reason it's happening now."

I made a quick call to the hospital and they told me they'd check in on Scully. The nurse came back and said that she was still sleeping and that Doggett was just there and that we needed to follow Hospital rules, last warning. What's he doing there?

I hung out a little bit in the records room while Agent Reyes went and did whatever the hell she was doing, I didn't know and didn't care. I decided I'd learned enough about Agent Doggett for the night and I walked out of the records office with his son's file in my hands, when Doggett grabs my jacket and slams me violently against the wall.

"Hey, Hey!" I yell.

The son-of-a-bitch is surprisingly strong for a guy a few years older than me. He looks furious and I'm quite shocked, plus my back didn't feel to good being slammed against the wall.

"You stay out of my life!," he screamed at me loudly.

"Take it easy!", I say.

"You stay out of my business!", he says.

Wow, this guy has lost it. "Take it easy, Agent Doggett."

"You want to get something on me, you ask for it!", he says still yelling at me loudly. " I don't want to get calls about you going behind my back! You got that straight?"

What the fuck? It's late at night, who the hell called him?

" I don't want anything on you. I was asked to look into this file."

"Who asked you?"

God, my eardrums are gonna rupture!

"Agent Doggett. What are you doing? "

Where did she come from?, I wonder. But he releases me and I'm happy she was suddenly there. The look on his face though isn't friendly to her or me. He snatches Luke's file from my hands.

"Is this you? Is this you looking into this?"

"Yes. I asked Agent Mulder."

"You asked him what? There's nothing in there for him to bother with."

He still looks like a volcano erupting. "Why don't you just calm down, Agent Doggett and let her explain the connection to you."

" The connection? To what? "

"I was going to tell you, John," she says trying to calm him but it's not working. " I was in New Orleans on a case- a shooting."

Something that I saw connected back to Luke. A vision.

"Not this again. You're not going to make something out of nothing."

"Bob Harvey. Does that name mean something or nothing to you?"

"Bob Harvey was a suspect in the death of my son. We questioned him but then we realized he wasn't our man."

"Agent Mulder pointed it out. Bob Harvey was killed last night in a car crash fleeing the police near a shooting in New Orleans. He died in front of the building where the shooting occurred."

"What's the connection?"

I'm not sure myself. "That's it," I say still pressed against the wall.

"That's it? "

"And then there was the vision."

"No, there's no connection. I don't care what you saw, you leave it alone," he demands from her and then he turns on me, pointing a finger in my face. "And you leave it the hell alone."

Fine, whatever! You psychotic son-of-a-bitch...

He looks as if he wanted to call her a traitor or something and then he walks off with the file in his hand. She walks over to me. "I know there is something here."

I chuckle a little. For that piece of work? He needs medication. "Good," I say and walk off leaving her there. I've got someone I need to see.

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