Title: Is That Your Final Answer?
Author: LJP
Rated: PG
Keywords: MSR, angst
Spoilers: "Requiem" and "Je Souhaite."
Archive: Already sent to Gossamer. Anywhere else, let me know.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I could have come up with the idea while I was still in elementary school in 1992? I think not. Chris Carter owns The X-Files. Not me.

Summary: Sequel to "An Answer to All Things" and "More Questions." How did everyone react to Scully's news?

Author's Notes: Well, this is turning into more of a series than I was anticipating. But I'm definitely having fun with this. Keep in mind that this story spans the timeframe of the episode and both my previous stories. And a special thanks to Paige who gave me the idea for this one inadvertently while suggesting titles for my second one in the series. Thanks!


Dana Scully fluttered open her eyes. She groaned and rolled onto her back. A tall man with dark hair and a boyish grin on his face entered the room carrying a clipboard. "You're awake," he noted, moving next to her bed.

Scully nodded, ignoring the pain throbbing through her head. "How did I get here?"

The man smiled. "Your three friends brought you here. They said you passed out."

She fought hard to remember and could barely visualize her conversation with the Lone Gunmen. "Yeah...I remember that." Scully pushed herself into a sitting position and looked back at the man.

He extended his hand. "I'm Doctor Matt Urban," he introduced himself. She smiled softly and took his hand. "Ms. Scully, could you please tell me of any other symptoms you've been having? Nausea, dizziness...etc."

Scully nodded. "I've been really dizzy lately and a little lightheaded. A couple nights ago, I had a spell of chills."

Urban made a note of it on his clipboard. "Ms. Scully, I understand you're a doctor."

"Forensic medicine, yes," she replied, unsure of where he was going with it.

"Then I assume you know there is a very simple explanation to your illness," he continued. The first word that popped into her mind was cancer and she hoped it wasn't true. Scully stared at the doctor with a blank look.

Urban gave her an incredulous look. "You're pregnant."

Scully almost choked on nothing. "Excuse me?"

"You're pregnant," he repeated. "All tests checked out fine, so you're perfectly healthy. Both of you are."

"How far along am I?" Was the first coherent sentence Scully could form. Her thoughts and emotions were all jumbled around together, making it difficult to think clearly.

"About two and a half months." Came the response.

Scully thought back, searching her memories. "Mulder..." She breathed in, flashing back to a very un-partner-like encounter the two had had after his trip to England to research crop circles. Just then, something else registered in her mind. She looked at her doctor. "How is this possible?"

Urban raised an eyebrow. "Well, being a doctor, I would think that you should know how it happened."

She shot him a look. "That's not what I mean." She took a deep breath. "I was told I'd never be able to have children," Scully clarified.

The doctor was caught off-guard by her admission. He obviously hadn't studied her medical history very well. "What?"

Scully sighed. "I was diagnosed with cancer about three years ago. Luckily, it went into remission shortly thereafter. But, I was left barren."

He searched over his papers. "Well, if that's true, all I can say is that this is a miracle. I can continue to run tests if you would like," he offered.

Scully nodded. "Please."

Dr. Urban nodded in agreement. "Alright Ms. Scully, I'll be right back." The doctor pursed his lips together and left the room.

Dana Scully fell back against the pillows and moved her hand up against her stomach, sighing. "Oh Mulder...this is our little miracle." She whispered, still in awe.


"I'm pregnant."

Margaret Scully looked at her daughter with her mouth hitting the floor. "Dana? Are you sure?"

She nodded, a grin spreading across her face. "Yeah Mom. They've run all the tests possible. I'm really pregnant."

"But who...?" Maggie wondered, the awful thought of her daughter being promiscuous striking her mind. The look on Scully's face answered her question before she finished asking it. She gasped. "When did you and Fox finally decide...?" She left the sentence unfinished.

Scully blushed. "Mom!" she gasped. "We're not together." Her mother raised an eyebrow of disapproval. She noted the look and immediately began to clarify. "It only happened once, Mom. Ever since then we've practically been the same toward each other. I'd begun to think of it as just something we both needed."

Maggie shook her head. "Do you love him?"

"Of course I do!" she replied incredulously. "He's my partner and I trust him with everything. We just really never let it move past partners," Scully explained.

"Except that one time."

"Yeah," she responded. "I guess you could say that I wanted it to move further. I think he did too. We just never allowed it to. Except that once."

Scully purposely left out many of the little things that Mulder had done lately to make her swoon. The night in with movies and popcorn after the ordeal with the genie; the hotel room a few days earlier; when she handed her cross to him before he left for Oregon. Tears began to fill her eyes once again.

"Dana, I know you'll find him," her mother whispered, pulling her into her arms. "He never gave up on you, you shouldn't give up on him."

Scully nodded into her mother's shoulder. "I know Mom. I know. But I don't even know if he's alive." She felt the tears falling down her cheeks. "I can't go through this alone."

Maggie pulled away and searched her daughter's face. "Dana, even if Fox isn't here...even if he isn't alive, I will be. We'll get through this together, don't worry."

"Thanks Mom," Scully obliged, smiling again. "Thank you so much."


"I'm pregnant."

Her admission received stares from each of her brothers and sister-in-laws. No one said anything and Scully began to feel like she shouldn't have said anything. Her mother was standing behind her for support, tapping her foot impatiently.

Matthew wasn't entirely sure what was going on. "What's 'pregnant' mean?" he wondered, standing up and pulling on the hem of Scully's shorts.

Scully was thankful for the break in the silence. She squat down next to her nephew. "That means I'm going to have a baby."

"Where is it now?" Matthew asked, looking around.

Scully smiled. "It's inside my tummy...right here." She took his hand and placed it on her abdomen gently. "It's going to grow bigger and then, in about five months I'll have the baby."

His eyes widened and he grinned. "Really? Will I get to see it?"

Scully nodded and stood back up. "Of course you can see it, Matthew. But not for a while yet."

He giggled and jumped into his mother's lap. "Mommy, can you have a baby too?" Matthew asked, looking up at Tara with big eyes.

The first of the adults to speak, Tara chuckled silently. "Maybe sometime, Matthew, but not now." She looked up at Scully, a confused look on her face. "Congratulations Dana...but I'm don't understand how...I thought you were barren."

Scully shrugged, wondering how many times she was going to be asked that question. "I thought so too. I'm just taking it as a miracle."

Kate stood up and smiled at her soon-to-be sister-in-law. "Congratulations then Dana. I'm very happy for you."

"Me too," Charlie added, pulling her into a hug. "When are you due?"

"Late November," Scully explained, glad everyone was taking it so well. "I couldn't believe it when I found out."

"Well, I have to agree that it is a miracle," Tara commented. "You must be very happy."

Scully nodded. "Of course I am."

The only person who hadn't made any comment about Scully's announcement was her older brother. "Bill?" Maggie called to her son. "Aren't you going to congratulate your sister?"

A stern look on his face, Bill stood up and glared at Scully. "Who's the father?" he asked quietly.

Scully stood her ground against her brother. "Bill, I don't think that's any of your business."

He disagreed. "I think it is. It's that partner of yours, isn't it? He did this to you." His sister didn't answer, her jaw tight and her fists clenched. "That son of a bitch..." Bill muttered, looking away as his face reddened. "Where is he? So help me..." He couldn't stand still.

"Bill...don't," Tara insisted, grabbing his arm. He pulled away and started for his sister.

"Does he plan on making an honest woman out of you? Or are you going to betray God and live in sin?" Bill's voice began to rise in volume.

"If he were able to, I know we'd be getting married. He wouldn't disregard my faith," Scully returned, growing more angry by the second.

"What do you mean 'if he were able?' Where is he Dana? Did that son of a bitch walk out on you because he didn't want to take responsibility for his carelessness?"

Scully raised her hand to hit him. "So help me, Bill. If you call Mulder that one more time..."

"Call him what?" Bill taunted. "A son of a bitch? That's what he is! He and his quest for some truth that doesn't exist. He and his goddamned search for a sister who had probably been dead for years. Who, more than likely, was nothing more than a figment of his imagination his entire life. An imaginary friend." His voice grew louder. "Dana, he did this to you. He did everything to you. It's his fault you suffered for months with your cancer. It's his fault you were gone for weeks...abducted he says. Ha! It's all his fault. He's the reason Missy isn't here with us right now. If it weren't for him and his damned 'aliens' and 'government conspiracy,' we'd be here as a family. Hell, I could blame him for Dad's death if I wanted to. He's just one sorry son of a bitch."

Scully stopped his angry rant with a strike of her palm. She slapped him right across his cheek, leaving the skin sting with pain. Bill groaned in surprise. "Don't you ever talk about Mulder like that again, Bill. I'm warning you. If he were alive, I know he'd be here for me...for both of us. I know that he cares about me a great deal. He would never walk out on me," she argued, stressing the important words. She didn't know whether or not Mulder was truly dead, but it was too hard to explain the situation to Bill. He wouldn't understand anyway. Scully took a deep breath. "Do you understand?"

Bill, his hand to his cheek, nodded slowly, hardly convincing.

"Good," Scully whispered. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through her abdomen and she gasped, clutching her side. "Oh god..." She breathed, collapsing to the ground.

Still transfixed on the argument before them, it took everyone else a moment to realize what was happening. Charlie bolted for the house to call an ambulance and Maggie wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her away from the ground.

She looked up at her oldest son. "If anything happens to Dana's baby, I hold you personally responsible," Maggie snapped, tending to her daughter.

Still angry, Bill turned to his wife for support. Tara merely glared at him for a second before assisting Kate and her mother-in-law with Scully.

Bill watched the scene unfold alone.

The End

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