Day 4
"Dana?" In the dark the word sounded lost but Scully sat up awkwardly.
"Yeah?" She asked with a desolate sigh.
"Are you afraid?" Lucy asked in a child's voice and Scully thought hard before answering.
"No," She finally said but she was unsure if it was a lie or not.
"Why not? I'm so scared I can barely breathe." The girl's voice hitched and Scully was left wondering how to answer that.
"I'm not sure, I'm just not." That was a definite lie.
"I'm terrified of death." Lucy said sounding far more grown up than her years allowed.
Scully's head swiveled around to look at her in the dark; who mentioned death? "You're not going-"
"My brother will never sacrifice himself for my release, he doesn't love me enough." Lucy cut her off and Scully shivered in horror.
"I'm sure that's not true." Was all she could say.
"I hope whoever you're being held for loves you more than my brother loves me." The young girl said.
"Both of you shut up or you'll get us all killed!" Mike snapped from his corner cell and Scully was left pondering the girl's words. Did Mulder still love her even after how she'd left him? Did she even want him to still love her? Her heart ached thinking about him but she couldn't stop. His boyish yet handsome face kept swimming around in front of her eyes and finally she laid back down thinking of how their life should have been; Mulder, William, and her. They could have even had a little dog. At the thought she sat bolt upright.
Ishmael! She cried to herself in the dark. She wondered who would be taking care of him. She told herself, only half successfully, that Marlene downstairs would look after him. It didn't matter that the old woman didn't have a spare key, it didn't matter that she wouldn't even know she was missing, all that mattered was the lie she had to tell herself.
When she was sure she had only been asleep a few hours she was awoken by the sound of guttural screams and she awoke in time to see Lucy being dragged into the small office. She did not return until near daybreak and Scully couldn't fight the rising concern. Mike had started crying again, great big sobs that shook his whole body.
"We're going to die! We're all going to die." He screamed and Scully cast a nervous glance at the door.
"Hey Mike! You've got to be quiet!" She hissed trying to draw on her training. He stopped screaming but continued weeping loudly. "Mike listen to me, we are not going to die. You've got to hold it together." She said with enough firmness that short of smacking his cheek, brought him out of his hysteria.
He didn't speak for the remainder of the day but the silence was broken by the door being swung open. Scully's breath hitched when she saw Lucy's pallid tear stained face and a red bandage covering her right hand. The contractor followed her to her cage and she limped in. When she turned to lie on the bed Scully noticed a growing red patch on her left flank and swallowed hard.
Anton, face grizzled leaned in close to Scully's cell. "Would you care to join me Dr Scully?" It was a question but there was only one answer so she obeyed, following him into his office as she feared her fate.