For once in Mulder's life, he had no desire to return to the living. The truth he once sought no longer mattered. There were too many people in the FBI who wanted to kill him before he exposed the truth. He had already risked Scully and William to find that truth. What was the point in going any further, Scully, William and their baby were his truth. Nothing else mattered. So why couldn't he remember about the baby? When Scully fell to her knees hugging her pregnant tummy, panic terror and panic seized him instantly. Her baby, no, his baby, there was something terribly wrong. "Scully!" he cried, falling on his knees next to her. He felt himself cradle her against his chest. "The baby," she cried. "Oh Mulder, something's wrong! I can't lose this baby! No!" Before he could do or say anything more, she was gone and he was left alone to the vast shore before him.
Shortly after Scully was wheeled out of Mulder's hospital room, a tall man in dark clad clothing decided to walk into the room. The other agents and staff would be temporarily preoccupied with Agent Scully. The man managed a grin as he stared at the bedside vigil. Only, the man was no longer vigil. His heart began to race as the man in the bed started to convulse. Suddenly afraid of being caught, the man waved a small piece of metal over the wound on Mulder's head. He could hear footsteps approaching, probably the guards. He stole a glance from the doorway to Mulder and decided he'd better make a quick getaway. Mulder's body slowly relaxed and a moment later, he opened his eyes. He was only able to catch a glimpse of the man before he went barreling out of the two story window.
Moments later, two of the posted guards arrived, looking from Mulder to the window. Mulder was fighting the life support that had been taped to his mouth and they immediately called for doctors. Within seconds, several nurses came rushing in along with Agent Doggett and Skinner.
After they removed the life support, Doggett leaned over the not so vigil man. "Mulder?" he asked quizzically. He looked from the guards to the nurses. "How is this possible, this man had no signs of life until now," Doggett yelled.
He could tell the guards and nurses were just as confused. He sighed at the lack of response before turning in the direction of their stares. The window right next to the bed was left ajar. Doggett positioned himself next to the window and peered down, nothing. How anyone could have survived the fall, let alone escape, he could not fathom. He saw nothing but the vacant street below.
Monica had been with Maggie Scully when she received the news from Agent Doggett. She tried not to make eye contact with Mrs. Scully, who was already concerned and wondering who the phone call came from. She knew however, that there was no getting information passed this woman. Her daughter must take after her. "Monica," John started. "I think Dana is having some complications with her pregnancy. She was having abdominal pain," Doggett sounded worried and she could hear the urgent voices of medical staff in the background.
Monica swallowed; she tried to keep her focus straight ahead. "Is she alright," she tried not to sound panicked. She earned a worried glance from Maggie Scully. "Who is it, it's my daughter isn't it," her voice sounded shaken. Monica slowly turned towards Maggie's questionable gaze, still talking to Doggett. "There's more," Doggett continued. "Scully had been yelling Mulder's name in her sleep, before she cried out about the baby," Monica listened. "And?"
"You know I'm not much for this paranormal mumbo jumbo, but Mulder regained consciousness," Doggett finished. Monica let a gasp escape her lips. As if sensing her shock, Doggett sighed. "Don't ask me how it happened, but he wants to see Scully and his baby."
"I'll be there soon," Monica responded before hanging up the phone. She turned to Maggie, who looked down at William whom she was holding and then back to Monica. "It's my daughter, isn't it? Something's wrong," she said, her voice almost shaking. Maggie felt a sudden chill and she thought of her other unborn grandchild.
Monica swallowed, unsure of what to say to Dana's mother. Maggie forced back the tears before she continued. "Is she and the baby okay?"
Monica nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure they'll be fine, Mrs. Scully. She was having some abdominal pain, but thankfully she was in the right place. They're treating her right now," Monica tried to assure her.
Maggie nodded, staring at little William who was cooing at them; obviously oblivious to the turmoil his parents were in. "I have to see my daughter," Maggie insisted.
Monica nodded. "Let's go."
Shortly after Scully was taken to the emergency room, a doctor had come out and told Agent Doggett the diagnosis. He was grey and balding and wore a poker faced mask.
"Is she going to be alright, sir?" Doggett asked urgently.
The doctor nodded slowly. "She and the baby will be okay," he started.
Relief washed over Doggett at this news, but he sensed there was more.
The doctor sighed. "Her stomach is being pumped," he paused "It appears as if she were poisoned. Accidentally or on purpose we aren't sure of yet. Do you know anyone who could have done this?" the doctor was reeled speechless on how someone could have done this to a pregnant woman.
Doggett shook his head, his mind reeling with everything that had been happening in the last twelve hours. "No, but I sure as hell am going to find out." His gaze turned from the doctor to Monica who was walking in with Mrs. Scully and William.
The doctor walked away as John walked towards them. Seeing Mrs. Scully's panicked expression, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. Scully," he started.
Maggie Scully was practically in tears. "Agent Doggett, please tell me my daughter and her baby are going to be okay."
John nodded slowly. "They're doing everything they can, Mrs. Scully. Don't worry; they are going to be okay."
Maggie nodded and looked up at him through tear filled eyes. "Tell me, how did this happen?"
John sighed, turning his gaze to Monica, not sure what effect this news would have on Dana Scully's mother. "They," he cleared his throat. "She was poisoned. How? We're not entirely sure; they are still running more blood tests to find that out as we speak."
Monica placed an arm around Maggie's shoulders as the older woman battled a fresh set of tears. She only nodded. "I'm not leaving until she's awake," she vowed.
John nodded and turned away as he phone started to ring. "Excuse me,"
"Agent Doggett? It's Skinner; they've transported Mulder into a regular hospital room. It's amazing. The man took a bullet to the head and his wounds are healing rapidly. Not even the doctors can explain it. He was on his death bed."
Doggett glanced back at Monica and Maggie Scully who took a seat in the waiting room. "Well, he's amazed us with returning back to life once before."
"I think this time is different. I think he had some help."
"We're not sure, we're still trying to figure that out."
"Well, keep me posted."
Doggett sighed. "Someone poisoned her."
"What?" Skinner demanded. "How and who?"
"They are still running more tests to be sure, but they're going to be okay. That's the important thing."
"Watch over her, I'll have some guards assigned to her hospital room."
"Will do," Doggett responded before hanging up the phone.
Mulder opened his eyes to see nothing but a dimly lit white room. He winced at the pain penetrating through the side of his head. All of a sudden, he recalled talking to Scully at the Gunmen's headquarters and then shouts and several shots were fired. He touched the side of his head to feel that the wound on the side of his head was mostly healed.
He let out a gasp as he remembered what had woken him and instantly recalled the dream he had with Scully. He could still recall her words in the back of his mind. "Please, please don't let anything happen to my baby!" The image of her cradling her baby and her face contorting in pain almost killed him. All of a sudden he felt himself pulling away the wires and sheets that bound him to the bed. "Scully!" he almost cried. He had to get to her. He felt an overwhelming sense of urgency. Something was terribly wrong and he had to get to her. Before he completed his task, Skinner emerged and was baffled at the sight before him. "Mulder? What do you think you're doing? Sit down!" he ordered.
Mulder made no move to follow Skinner's orders until the taller man pushed him back onto the bed. "Are you crazy, do you have any idea what you've been through?"
"I need to get to Scully. She needs me, the baby needs me. Let me go!" He tried to push past Skinner, but it was futile. He was too weak to combat the stronger man. "Mulder, calm down."
"No, there's something wrong! Please!" Skinner was appalled at how frantic Mulder was.
"Mulder, it's okay. She's going to be okay, how…how did you know?" he asked skeptically.
Mulder closed his eyes. "She came to me, in my dreams. All of a sudden she doubled over and shouted about something being wrong with the baby. That part, I know was real. I could feel her next to me, at my bedside vigil. Please, sir, tell me where she is!"
Skinner sighed and placed his hands on Mulder's shoulders. "Alright, Mulder, I will. Please calm down first." Mulder nodded.
"Mulder, you were shot. You almost didn't make it. In fact, the odds were very much against you. I know you've escaped death before, but this is incredible. Someone must have helped you; do you recall anyone being in your hospital room besides Scully? Before you woke up?"
Mulder shook his head. "No, I can only remember being woken by Scully, where is she?"
Skinner sighed. "She was poisoned," he started. This only seemed to alarm Mulder even more, but Skinner placed his hands on Mulder's shoulders and pressed him back down. "But she's okay, Mulder. She and the baby are doing fine."
"Who did this to her?" he growled.
Skinner shook his head as he sat next to him. "I don't know, Mulder, but we're doing everything we can to figure it out, they're running some tests right now."
"Let me see her, please," he begged.
Skinner looked at him and sighed. "You're not supposed to leave the hospital bed, but given your condition, I probably can convince the doctor otherwise."
Mulder nodded as Skinner walked with him to the elevator, trying to be as discreet as possible. When they arrived at Scully's room, Skinner told the guard to let Mulder in.
"I don't think she has woken yet, but she's doing fine," Skinner assured.
Mulder looked over at Skinner who nodded in response. Mulder walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
What he saw brought tears to his eyes. Scully was turned away from him, her eyes closed and a hand rested on her increscent belly subconsciously. He moved to sit next to her and clasped her hand gently with his own, careful not to disturb the IV equipment. "Scully," he whispered.
Of course, he didn't expect an immediate response as she must have been on a lot of drugs. "Scully, I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry that I didn't come back to you right away when you needed me. I only thought of myself and I'm sorry for that," he felt tears in his eyes as he gazed at her distended stomach.
Gently, he reached out and cupped his hand over belly. He was rewarded with small movements coming from within. He sighed with relief. The thought that someone had tried to kill her and the baby filled him with rage. "I'm going to kill the bastard that did this to both of you," he whispered.
A moment later, Scully stirred. "Mulder?" she whispered groggily.
He moved closer, his hand never leaving her belly. "Yeah, I'm here, Scully. It's okay."
She looked at him skeptically. "Mulder? How? How is it possible, I thought I'd lost you, you were shot and were in critical condition. How?" she demanded.
Mulder shook his head. "I don't know, Scully, but I remember that you came to me, in my dreams. You told me that you needed me and wanted me to come back. I was foolish and didn't listen. I only thought of myself, but then you collapsed on me, you were in severe pain and terrified of losing the baby."
Scully gasped as those memories flooded back to her. Her hands instinctively went to cradle her belly. "My baby," she cried. "Something's wrong with our baby!"
He gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, Scully, you're both fine," he whispered as he caressed her belly. She seemed to relax as he reassured her. "What happened to me?"
Mulder frowned, not wanting to be the one to disclose this information, but he had to. "You were drugged, Scully, poisoned. Your stomach was pumped, but you are going to be fine, I promise."
Scully gasped in horror and Skinner chose that moment to walk in with the doctor. "Dana," he started. "You're awake, how are you feeling?"
Feeling imposed upon, Mulder pulled away, but his gaze never left Scully.
"My stomach hurts a bit and my throat feels dry, but other than that I think I'm okay."
Skinner and Mulder waited as the doctor explained in further detail what he thought had happened and that they were running more blood tests.
"Do you have any idea of when this might have happened?"
Scully shook her head and then it dawned on her. "The hospital food, I ate with Agent Reyes and Doggett at the food court."
Skinner looks at Mulder and the doctor before making a quick exit. The doctor gasped. "Are you sure?"
To be continued…
A/N: Please R&R!