Birth
Prompt: #001 Birth
Notes: Written for philosophy20. Set sometime before "Emily" (Season 5).
The birth of a child was a joyous thing. It signified the beginning of a new life and the fresh innocence that came along with it. It was something that Scully wanted to have very much, but she knew now that she would never be able to have it.
Since she had learned this, she had looked at things differently. She had witnessed mothers in the park tending to their children. She'd seen families spending time together, happy just to be in each other's company. And she had cried.
She had cried for all the missed time that she could have been enjoying with a child of her own. She cried for the holidays that would never be shared with a family. She cried for all the things that would never be.
At these moments of vulnerability, Mulder had been there to catch her when she fell, not that she advertised her pain to him or anyone else for that matter. He just knew. He was her rock, anchoring her to the blinding reality of truth no matter how bad it stung. If it weren't for him…she might not have made it as far as she had.
The truth was all she had to hold onto now. There was no use hoping for something that would never be.