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Author: Lizzy Title: When She Came Back To Me (96 hours) Date: May 1999 Feedback: DianaFowleySucks@angelfire.com Rating: R Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully Angst/Romance Summary: When Scully receives information about her daughter Emily, it takes her and Mulder on a trip they'll never forget. Disclaim: Mulder and Scully aren't mine. They belong to CC, 1013, and 20th Century Fox. ** Scully's Apartment, 7:35 p.m.: She was hesitating. The man told her not to bring Mulder along but she strongly felt that she should. With out retaining her next thought, she picked up the phone and dialed his number. The phone rang in Mulder's apartment and Scully was getting worried because it usually never took him this long to answered the phone. When she felt his voice in the receiver, she felt her spirit re-enter her body. "Mulder." He answered. Scully remained silent for a second. "Uh...Mulder, it's me." She forwarded in the phone. She sat down and brushed her hair back. "Oh hi Scully, what's up?" "Uh, nothing really." "Something must be wrong. You're stumbling when you talk." Replied Mulder as he finished fixing his tie. He straightened it out with his left hand and the phone on his shoulder. "Actually, yes. Uh, Mulder, I uh...got this call tonight. A really weird call," she explained until Mulder cut her off. "Scully if it's about the case, I really do believe that George Setinour has the power to murder prostitutes from his jail cell." "No, no, it's not about the case. Actually it's far off from that. It's about Emily." Automatically, Mulder stopped what he was doing. "What about Emily, Scully?" Scully sat there in silence still wondering if she should tell him anything at all, but it was too late now.
"Scully? Are you there?" she snapped out of her trance automatically with the sound of his voice. "Uh, yeah?" "Scully, what about Emily?" "Mulder, I got this call from a man...and he said that...he knows where Emily is." Mulder made a face on the other side of the phone as he went for his jacket.
"What does he mean he knows where Emily is?" "I don't know Mulder, he just said to meet him at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. But it gave me a strange feeling inside because..." she sighed "He said that if I don't show up, I might lose the chance of recovering her again." "Scully, Emily's dead. That was probably just a prank call that someone planned knowing that they were going to hurt you." He said in a soothing and almost convincing voice. Scully sighed again in the phone. "If you decided to go anyway, I couldn't go with you." "Why not?" "I have a date tonight. Nothing big. Just this girl I met on the Internet."
"Oh." Scully's fury was boiling inside but she somehow managed to keep it from cracking her voice. "You can't come with me even if you wanted Mulder. The man said that if I come with you, that I can forget about Emily and her supposed whereabouts." Scully heard a light knock in the background on the other side of the phone. "Hey Scully, I gotta go. Please, if you decide you're gonna go, gimme a ring, okay?"
"Yeah. Good luck." "Thanks. Bye." "Bye." She clicked off on the phone. She knew she had said good luck without meaning it, but she let it bypass her. She sat alone in the silence for a few minutes until she stood up, grabbed her coat, and exited the door, forgetting to contact Mulder. ** Tombs of the Unknown Soldiers, 8:35 p.m: The man told her to be there promptly at 8:30. He still had not arrived and Scully was sitting in the red Buick, impatiently waiting. Finally, she saw a slim black car pull up by the corner. It shut off it's headlights and the door slowly opened to reveal a tall, slim man in a long overcoat. Scully exited her car when she noticed the man proceeding toward her. "Agent Scully. So very glad to see you again." Said the man as he stepped into the clarity of the memorials' lights. Scully automatically recognized him.
"Maybe Mulder was right. Maybe this is just a prank call. What gives, Krycek?" replied Scully. The man looked her straight in the eye. "You didn't dare to bring him right?" questioned the man ---Krycek--- as he took another step closer to Scully.
"No. I didn't." "Very well then." Krycek reached into his coat and extracted a piece of paper. He looked at it one last time and handed it to Scully. "What is this?" she asked as she reviewed the paper. She looked up at Krycek once again and looked at him as if expecting an answer. "These are the coordinates to the location where your daughter is, Agent Scully. If you want to rescue her, you have 96 hours to get there." Scully stared at him in what seemed to be anger and confusion.
"Is she alive?" Scully asked in awe. Krycek just stared and said: "She'll be out of you're reach in 96 hours." "What do you mean?" "I can't tell you anything else, Agent Scully. Just get there if she really matters to you." He replied without a hint of expression. They stared at each other for a long time as gray clouds began to form in the sky.
"Why are you doing this?" Questioned Scully. "It's not in my best interests to mislead you in the whereabouts of Emily. This maybe you're last chance to recover her. If you don't you'll never be able to live with yourself. And Agent Mulder will hate you forever." "Why do you say that?" "You'll find out when the time comes. Get there Agent." With that he turned around and escorted him self to his car as he left Scully under the now raining sky. ** Scully's Apartment, 1:36 a.m.: She'd been looking at that paper all night long and thinking what she should do about this angst that was filling her inside. She paced along her apartment for hours and now she was suffering from insomnia. She got up form bed and dialed Mulder's number. Ring. She hoped he was back from his...date. Ring. How long does he keep a girl out anyway? Ring. Would he ever...
"Mulder." "Hi Mulder, it's me. Did I wake you?" "No, no. I was still awake. Is anything wrong? Did you meet with that guy about Emily?" Scully let out a huge sigh before replying: "Yeah, and guess who was our guy."
"Who?" "Yours truly, Alex Krycek." "What?" screamed Mulder across the phone line. "That..." he continued but paused.
"I know, I know. I was thinking the same thing, but..." she stopped. "He gave me these coordinates that supposedly lead to Emily. He said I only have 96 hours, in other words 4 days, to rescue her." Explained Scully. "Rescue her from what?" "I don't know. But something tells me that it's not good." "Women's intuition?" he joked. "Yep." She responded. There was a moment of silence between the two until Scully broke the ice. "So? What do you have to say Mulder?" Mulder answered in that soft soothing voice: "Are you going to go?"
"Excuse me?" "Are you going to go find her?" Scully stood up from where she was sitting.
"Well, yeah." She said. "Then I'll go with you, G-woman. I'll be there when you find her." There was an apparent smile on Scully's face. "Thank you...Mulder." She removed the phone from her ear and turned off the phone without letting the smile wash away. ** The Lone Gunmen Headquarters, 7:45 a.m: Frohike groggily walked towards the door with his hair tangled, unwashed face, nothing. He gave life to the security TV that led to the view of the camera outside the doorway. In black in white were pictured Scully and a half-asleep Mulder behind her. "It's me Frohike." Reminded Scully. Frohike began to unlock the door one lock after the other. The door swung open and in went Scully dragging Mulder behind her. "Well it's nice to rise and shine to the lovely Agent Scully at my door." Joked Frohike. Scully threw him the half smile she always does when he flirts with her. "Frohike, I need your help." Began Scully. "I need you to identify these coordinates and tell me the exact location of where those coordinates lead to."
"Fine. When do you want it?" "Right now." "...Okay." Replied Frohike. He turned on his computer systems. There was such a loud beep rising from the machines that it was enough to wake Mulder up. "May I ask what this is for, Agent Scully?" asked Frohike. "Yes. Um...I met with this man,"
"Krycek." Blurted Mulder, finally awake.
"Yes. Krycek. And he gave me these coordinates to get to in four days." "Why in four days."
"Because if she doesn't, she'll supposedly lose Emily." Answered Mulder.
"Emily, I thought she was..."
"We know but her woman's intuition won't let her live."
"Well in that case, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" hurried Frohike. He logged in some passwords and typed in a few codes while Mulder asked him where Byers and Langly were.
"Refined Boy and Woodstock wanna-be are still sleeping." Scully managed a chuckle at the joke.
"Here we go." Said Frohike as he typed in the last code. He hit enter and the screen began processing his request. It took a few minutes and they waited between coffee. They saw Langly rise and shine. He picked up a cup of coffee and made his way over to the computer which was processing the data. "Paris, France." Said Langly reading off the computer screen. "What?"
"Paris, France." he repeated.
"That's what the search came out to be? Paris?" questioned a surprised Scully.
"Yep." Answered Langly. With that Frohike turned off the computer and walked back to the table.
"Did you get it?" asked Mulder.
"Yep. Congratulations! You've both won a trip for two to Paris, France." Joked Langly.
"Paris?" repeated Scully, still in amazement. Mulder pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"What are you doing?" asked Scully.
"I'm booking us the next flight to France." ** Washington D.C: Airport, 9:35 a.m.: That same morning, they left the Lone Gunmen Headquarters, went their separate ways and packed some things. They met at the airport later on.
"Flight 756 with destination to Paris, France please enter through Gate 8." Spoke the flight attendant over the speaker. They picked up their handbags and went on in. Once inside the airplane, all the French attendants came and greeted them and other people, or simply said, 'I hope you and the Mrs. Have a nice trip!' with a French accent. Scully let Mulder have the window seat just so he wouldn't whine. They were about an hour into the flight when Mulder fell asleep on Scully's lap. ~~~~~~ Mulder awoke about three hours later to find Scully as his pillow, stroking his hair. He motioned to get up and she retracted from what she was doing. "Ohh, you're up." She implied. Mulder made moves to stretch and get back into position. "You've been in a bad position for a long time."
"Yeah. My back hurts." He finally said. He moaned once or twice as he continued stretching. He sat back into position and fastened his seat belt. Soon enough came the time to arrive at the Charles De Gaule airport in Paris. The airplane announcer's voice filled the gap in the air: "Attention Passangers: We're moments away from arriving at the Charles De Gaule International Airport in Paris, France. Please fasten your seat belts if you haven't done so already." There was a pause and then she repeated it in Spanish and French. Scully sighed and leaned back as she lived her last moment of peace in a long time.
"You okay, Scully?" asked a concerned Mulder.
"Yeah, I'm just...thinking where to start. I mean, I don't know the specific address of this place and to be honest I really don't feel like having a hard time with this." She replied. She closed her eyes and rubbed them slightly. Mulder just keep looking at her.
"Don't worry. We won't leave until we find Emily. I promise." Scully opened her eyes and their eyes met. She placed her hand on top of his. "Thanks, Mulder. You don't know how much this means to me."
"Yeah, I do. Cause I feel the same way. I kind of grew close to Emily in the few days that I knew her, a fatherly care, you know?" Scully just stared at him.
"You know, you would make a great father someday."
"Maybe I would but first I have to find Mrs. Spooky." He joked. Scully giggled at his remark. The airplane tilted forward which broke their trance.
"Ladies and Gentelmen we are now arriving at the Charles De Gaule International Airport." Spoke the flight attendant.
"You'll find her someday." Implied Scully, and their eyes left the other's. When they reached the airport, they opened the upper cabins and picked up their handbags. They made their way down the corridor of the airplane ramp, into the world once again. ** Holiday Inn Hotel, Paris, France, 12:35 p.m: After arriving they passed immigration and picked up the rest if their belongings. Mulder hitchhiked a taxi for them. They had some trouble considering the taxi driver only spoke French. Once they got to the hotel, they ordered separate rooms, as always. Mulder was finishing to unpack when there was a knock on the door. He stood up to answer it.
"Hey Scully. Do you know that in France they have more than 50 special channels?" he said cheerfully.
"Well, that's good for you Mulder."
"Did you find anything?"
"Yeah. I found about 15 centers for children's special care such as the one Emily needs." Explained Scully.
"When do you wanna start?" asked Mulder.
"Today. We only have three days left." Scully burried her head in her hands as Mulder leaned down to console her.
"It's okay. It's okay. Gimme the list, I'll order a cab and we'll start looking, okay?" They laid there in silence. A few minutes later, they were stopping a taxi. They went to many different orphanges and child special care centers. They arrived at the last one.
"This is the last one." Commented Mulder.
"Do you think it's worth going in or you wanna call it quits for today?" Scully looked at Mulder with a tired yet desperate face. "Let's go in just in case." They stepped out of the car at the finale of her phrase and walked side by side toward the special care center. Atop the door way there was a large sign which expressed the name of the center, St. Miguel: Centre par Atention Special du Enfantil (St. Miguel: Center for Special Attention for Children). They entered the center and came to a desk with a male guard.
"Excuse me." Introduced Scully. "Do you speak English?" she questioned. The man responded right away.
"Yes. How may I help you?" replied the guard. Scully and Mulder both reached into their pockets.
"Hello. We're Agents Mulder and Scully with the Federal Bureau of Investigation in the United States. We'd like to ask you some questions." She said as she and Mulder flashed their badges.
"Yes?"
"We are looking for a 4 year old girl named Emily Sims. We'd like to know if she was here." Asked Scully. The man typed in some things in the computer's keyboard.
"No. I'm sorry. We have no Emily Sims. Sorry Ma'am."
"Are you sure?" pressured Mulder. The man looked up at him with intentional eyes.
"I said we don't have an Emily Sims, sir. Anything else I can help you with?" Scully was staring off into nowhere, while Mulder knew what was happening to her.
"Thank you." He replied and with that he and Scully walked out of the building.
"I cannot believe this. We have been to every place in Paris and we still can't find her." Complained Scully. "Maybe Krycek lied to us. Maybe she's not really here." Suggested Scully. She kept looking downward.
"Listen, I'm sorry Scully." Spoke Mulder alas.
"No don't be sorry, Mulder. That's it. He lied to us." Said a convinced Scully.
"No, Scully." Replied Mulder, doubtfully. "I think Krycek didn't lie to us for once. I think it was that guard who lied to us."
"What?"
"Yeah. You know your women's intuition? Well I think there's such thing as a man intuition." He joked. "Listen, tomorrow we're going to come back here and look for her no matter what. We'll find her Scully."
"But the man just told us she wasn't here." She insisted.
"She's here Scully. I know it." With that they walked off back to the taxi cab that was left to wait for them. On the inside of the building, the guard watched them go after watching them argue for a couple of minutes. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Sir, they were here...Yes...they just left...yes, sir." He whispered into the phone. He hung it up and smirked all the way he could. He saw the taxi drive away, and an ear-to-ear smile appeared on his face. ** Scully's Hotel Room, 8:25 p.m.: When they arrived at the hotel, they separated into their own rooms. They didn't call each other at all in that time frame, each busy with their own belongings. Mulder started thinking that him and Scully hadn't had anything to eat then. He put on a pair on top of the boxers he had and his gray T-shirt on top. He exited his hotel room and walked towards Scully's. He reached it finally and knocked on the metal door. He knocked a couple of times before he felt Scully's feet actually moving towards the door. When she opened the door, he found her with a red nose and red eyes, all swollen.
"Scully, you've been crying haven't you?" She kept walking and ignored his question.
"Dana..." he said to finally get her attention. "Answer me. Talk to me. You've been crying haven't you?" he questioned. She turned around at the sound of her first name being spoken by Mulder's lips.
"I can't help it, Mulder. Do you know what it is to be in this kind of pressure?! To not know where your daughter is?!" She yelled as she paced across the room.
"Scully calm down."
"I can't! I'm worried. I don't want to lose her again. It's not fair!" She finally fell on her hotel bed to cry out another round of tears.
"I may not know what you're feeling, but what I do know is that I don't like to see you like this." He kneeled in front of her and cupped her chin with his right hand.
"Dana, I love you and all I know is that I don't want to see you suffer." He pulled her head close and embraced her in his chest. She kept crying very near him and then they separated. They're eyes met just like they did on the airplane, but this time with the three magical words in-between, gleaming in each other's eyes.
"What?" she whispered between their tears.
"I said I love you. And I do Scully. I always have and I want you to know that whether you find Emily or not you'll always...always have me." Without knowing it, they were holding hands now and as Scully reviewed her thoughts, she just felt it was the right moment to say it.
"I love you too." She replied. One more tear escaped the corner of her eye and Mulder dried it away. They hugged again and she let out another cry for Emily in the middle of what she knew what be her everlasting happiness.
** **
The Pentagon, Washington D.C., 8:24 p.m.: Smoke filled the air in the office while men gathered around the table, discussing. They'd been discussing for a while now and it did not appear as if they were going to finish anytime soon.
"I received a call from our guard. They were there...in that place." Said a man holding a cigarette. His named had never been revealed and around the FBI he was called the Cigarette-Smoking Man. Several men were sitting around him as he kept polluting the air with cigarette smoke.
"What are we going to do?" asked a relatively large man a few seats away.
"What we had planned. One or the other, simple as that. They will have to pick, we just eliminate threats." He replied.
"But, what about..."
"They will find out sooner or later. I just don't think one of them will be there to find out." He taunted. He crushed the worn out cigarette in the ashtray, as he exhaled the smoke out of his mouth. They sat there in silence and remotely looked at each other.
"They will not escape us this time." ** Holiday Inn, Paris, France, 8:26 p.m.: Scully cried in Mulder's arms he held her close. "It's okay, Scully. We'll get Emily back please don't cry. I don't want to see you like this." He looked deep into her eyes as he wiped away another tear.
"Mulder, you know I can't help it. And now, my tears aren't just for sadness. " Mulder had told her he loved her just a few seconds ago and she responded with the same.
"We know now and we won't let the other half of our happiness slip put of our hands. We're going back to the center tomorrow and we are going to get Emily out of there,"
"What if she's not there, Mulder, what if it's the wrong center?"
"Takes what it takes, Scully. I'm not going to let our happiness end because of doubts that can only be resolved by simply looking." He vowed. She cupped his face with her hands and rubbed her thumbs against his cheekbones. He pulled her closer by putting his hands on her waist and she didn't oppose. They leaned in slowly, shutting their eyes as they came closer until their lips finally touched and shared the same air space. They kissed for the first time letting out sighs of satisfaction, like if the waiting was worthwhile. They're lips parted now...sweeter than they've ever tasted before.
"I love you, Scully." Replied Mulder. "And I still can't believe you love me too." he said with a chuckle.
"Why not? You're funny, sexy, and have some weird theories. What's not to love?" she said as she joked with him. "I love you too, Mulder. There is nothing that will separate us now."
"Never." They kissed again, more passionately this time.
"My main purpose...was to ask you if you wanted something to eat. But we got raveled up in...more interesting points. So, you up to it?" he questioned. Scully nodded her head and Mulder pulled her out of the room, as she barely had to time to get her coat. ** Holiday Inn. Paris, France, 11:41 a.m.: The sun shone in through the window to shine off their skins which were very close together, with no gaps in between they were hugged in each other's arms. Mulder with his arms around Scully fell asleep last night. Mulder opened an eye and gained the consciousness he was lacking of. He looked at the beauty beside him resting as subtle as the angel that she was. He always thought of her with a different aspect. Bold, strong, being able to withstand anyone or anything. Right here, right now, she looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so hurt. Her red hair was brushed behind her ears and her hands were surrounding the pillow her head was laying on. The skin that the sunrays touched became paler yet. He looked at her for a good while, admiring the beauty he knew she had, but never actually admired. After a few minutes, she felt his eyes on her and began waking up herself.
"Morning," whispered Mulder in her ear. She scrunched up because the whispering in her ear tickled. She slightly smiled before looking at him entirely.
"Morning." She replied. "How long have you been watching me?" she asked suspiciously. Mulder looked at her back and grinned.
"Long enough to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Oh yeah?" she questioned. "Even prettier that all those other women you've been with?" teased Scully. Mulder pressed her down on the bed playfully.
"What do you think?" asked Mulder. Scully was under him trying to break free from his arms.
"I think that you're a really...never mind."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"Mulder!" complained a laughing Scully. Mulder took it seriously and pulled away.
"What do you mean?" Scully had an evil grin on her face.
"Just shut up and kiss me..." Mulder pulled close and granted her wish. ** Center for Children's Special Care, Paris, France, 2:46 p.m.: After "waking up" a little more, they went down and had breakfast. After that they picked up taxi and drove up to the Center for Children's Special Care. They arrived at the center and Scully sighed when she saw it appear before her eyes again.
"I hope you're right, Mulder." She whispered. Mulder did not hear what she said because he was too busy stepping out of the car. She did the same and followed him in. When they made they're way into the building, they noted there was no guard at the front desk like the day before.
"Well, I guess this is going to be easier than we thought." Said Mulder.
"Let's split up. If anything, shoot in the air, okay?" initiated Mulder. Scully nodded her head at his command. He robbed one more kiss off her lips before they went their separate ways. They drew their guns ready to make any move. Scully had now lost sight of Mulder and made her way deeper into the halls. She came to rooms with different tags on it. She didn't identify any of them with Emily or her illness. After minutes of quiet searching, there was a gunshot, in the air or not, she didn't know. ** Center for Children's Special Care, Paris, France, 3:13 p.m: She ran towards the sound of the gunshot as a hundred, a thousand thing rushed in her mind about what the gunshot could be. She turned a corner and there he was. A guard had Mulder in a headlock and the Cigarette-Smoking Man was standing in front of them with irony and, as always, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, Agent Scully, how nice to see you." He started. Scully raised her gun ready to blow his head off. She looked at Mulder being held by the guard and she knew that if she didn't uncover what she had discovered years ago, she wouldn't get all that she wanted.
"Cut the bullshit. Where's Emily?" The Cigarette-Smoking Man removed the cigarette from his mouth and responded.
"Emily? Oh, yes. Little 4 year old girl. Very adorable." Scully smirked at his remark.
"Give her to me." She said.
"Who? Emily? Oh no, Agent Scully. I can't do that."
"Why the hell not?" she demanded. She was losing her patience by now.
"You should know by now, Agent Scully that all good things have a price." He teased.
"Make yourself clear." She replied, still holding up the gun.
"My point is...you have to decide: Either Agent Mulder, or Emily." Scully opened her mouth to say something but she remained in silence until the words finally came out.
"You're such an ass."
"Am I?" he said in the simplest form. "See, if you choose Emily, we'll have to kill Agent Mulder. If you choose Agent Mulder, we keep Emily for the project." The words 'kill Agent Mulder' meant hell for her but she had to give in and say what she had uncovered.
"What project?" she questioned.
"That's not in your best interests to know, Agent Scully." Scully's patience was not going to render any longer.
"Don't you touch either one of them!"
"Oh, well it's up to you Agent Scully." He responded. Scully finally spoke what she had been hiding.
"Don't chant victory so fast, you black-lunged son of a bitch." This time, The Cigarette-Smoking Man smirked at Scully, the cigarette wearing out.
"Your turn to explain yourself, Agent." Scully's gun still in place, and at all this Mulder still in the head-lock lead by the guard, trying to wrestle himself out.
"See, thanks to the goddamned FBI academy, I learned how to break into the newest technology files. So If you do any thing to Mulder or Emily, I get to do the fun part: discover you, your asswipe secret project, and best of all, your name." Mulder looked up, surprised at Scully. He had never told him this.
"That's not possible! Those files were erased years ago!" said the Cigarette-Smoking man with a scream.
"Think again. I recovered your personal files and the project files. You're at a dead end you asshole, so you better give me Emily, and not intend anything with Mulder, because you know what will happen. You and your pack of cigarettes better stay put and not keep pushing my patience." Screamed Scully. Talking the cigarette out of his mouth, he surrendered. "Alright, alright. Go in and get her."
"Let go of Mulder first," demanded Scully. The Cigarrette-Smoking Man signaled the guard to let Mulder go. The guard released Mulder and he walked in Scully's direction.
"Nice doing business with you." He said, which brought a faint smile to Scully's face. They made their way to the room across the hall where Emily was supposedly at, when there was a gunshot. When Scully looked back, there was no one there. Turning back around, she saw Mulder fall faintly to the floor. ** ** Center for Children's Special Care, Paris, France, 3:24 p.m: She saw him collapse right in front of her eyes.
"MULDER!" she screamed. "Oh my God! Mulder please!" She said as she dropped next to him with tears in her eyes. The people in the rooms of the center came out as they heard the gunshot and the screaming. He was still conscious and able to speak. He opened his mouth to speak to Scully and the words barely came out.
"Sc-Scully..." he said as he swallowed. "Pl-please..just...just call 911...and...let...let them take me...you go..." He was running out of breath as Scully pulled out her cell phone. "You...go inand get Emily..." he continued.
"English!! Someone who speaks English!" she blurted into the phone. She looked down at Mulder and found the wound, right on his left shoulder where he'd been shot countless times before. She covered it with two fingers to prevent the blood from flowing further. "Yes, this is Special Agent Dana Scully, I need an ambulance to the Center for Children's Special Care A.S.A.P!! I have an agent from the United States FBI down!" yelled Scully. She hung up the phone and placed it in her pocket. "Mulder, it's going to be okay."
"I know." He responded with lack of breath. "I can't leave you alone now, Scully. Not now that you found your daughter..." Scully covered his lips.
"Our daughter, Mulder. Emily is mine and yours." She said. "But please don't talk until the ambulance gets here, your loosing energy." He smiled at her as they heard rumble in the background. Scully saw a stretcher coming toward them down the hall.
"Mulder, the paramedics are here. I'll be at the hospital once I get Emily out of here, okay?" He nodded as the paramedics laid the stretcher down next to him. They picked him up and before they began rolling it down the hall, Scully pleaded:
"Be strong for me...and for Emily." She kissed him goodbye before parting once again. ** Center for Children's Special Care, Paris, France, 3:43 p.m.: She saw how they wheeled him away down the hall and her eyes welled up with tears. She reassured herself that Mulder was going to be okay. She dried her tears from her face and turned to face the many nurses and children standing outside and staring. She walked over to a nurse, hopefully she knew where Emily was.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a young little girl named Emily Sims. Do you happen to know where she is?" questioned Scully. The woman just nodded.
"She's in there." Said the nurse as she pointed inside the room. There was a little girl, just about four years old, playing with the letter blocks. She had straight blond hair with streaks of red. Last time she had seen her, she didn't have those streaks, but then she remembers how her own hair was blond, but didn't begin to turn red until she was about that age. She was exactly how she had left her, taller of course, but her facial identity didn't change. Forgetting to say 'Thank you', Scully slowly made her way into the room. She kneeled down to where Emily was at.
"Hi there." She started. Emily looked up and ignored her, like always, shy. "Emily, do you remember me?" asked Scully. Emily looked up and stared for a moment, in confusion, then Scully saw her face fill with excitement.
"Yeah, you're the lady that gave me that pretty gold cross." said Emily in contentment. Emily walked over without being told and gave Scully a sweet hug. Scully's eyes welled up with tears thanking God that Emily had taken it well.
"Yeah, that's me." She responded. When they separated, Scully saw that Emily had a light in her eyes. "Listen Emily," started Scully. "Do you remember your parents?"
"They aren't my parents." Blurted Emily. Scully disguised her face of excitement into confusion.
"Who told you that, Emily?"
"The people here at the center. They said that I had been adopted or something." She said in that little innocent voice, although Scully knew that these people could of told her anything that wouldn't make her so innocent anymore. Scully looked at the floor and then back at Emily.
"Is that true?" asked Emily. Scully had no other choice but to nod. She saw Emily's eyes well up with tears.
"I'm sorry. I know that it hurts you but-"
"No it doesn't hurt me." She said pulling back the tears. "I just want to get out of here." She responded. She ran to Scully's arms crying. Scully cradled her head and whispered into her ear.
"I need you to listen to me first, Emily." Emily backed away.
"What?" Scully sighed and looked down at the ground.
"You need to know that I...found your real mommy and daddy."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're daddy...isn't here now...but..." Emily watched as Scully's eyes stung with tears.
"I'm your mommy, Emily. Your real mommy. Did you know that?" Emily just stared at her and joy filled in her eyes. She smiled and gave Scully a hug which was more significant than before. Scully cried of pure emotion. They separated from the embrace. .
"Where's my daddy?" she asked. Scully felt overwhelmed that Emily had accepted her so quickly, but was also worried. She couldn't just tell Emily that her father had been shot, right there, right now.
"Um..." she started. "Your daddy, well, your daddy is at the hospital."
"Why?"
"Well, because...he got really sick." Lied Scully.
"And if he didn't go to the hospital, he could get sicker?" cleared Emily. A tear escaped out of Scully's eyes as she nodded.
"Yeah." she finally said. "Do you want to go see him?" Emily just stared down at the ground then shook her head from side to side.
"In that place, they gave me stuff to make me sick and that's why I don't wanna go." Scully looked at Emily.
"No, no, Emily. In the hospital all they do is try to make you better. That's why daddy is there, so he can get better." Emily cried with her head down.
"I'll go but only for Daddy." Replied Emily. She put her hand in Scully's as she stood up. They walked out of the room together, and there was no one who can stop them. ** Taxi, Paris, 4:00 p.m.: Scully and Emily were becoming familiar very quickly. They were talking about things that Emily had seen in the city.
"And then there's that big, big, big, big tower right over there," pointed Emily with one finger. Scully looked and replied: "The Eiffel Tower?"
"Yeah, that one." Said Emily. Scully chuckled.
"And it has an elevator and a restaurant, but we never went to the restaurant cause Leyla said it was too expensive." Explained Emily. Leyla was the teenage volunteer at the center, so explained Emily.
"Is it pretty?" asked Scully.
"Yeah! It's really pretty and its really big." Exclaimed Emily. "And if you go to the top floor, the very top, you can feel it moving. It's scary and a whole bunch of kids started crying so we had to go down."
"Did you cry?"
"Nah." They had an extensive discussion all the way to the hospital. ** Eiffel Memorial Hospital, Paris, 4:15 p.m.: The automatic doors opened to the ICU ward while Scully proceeded with Emily, hand in hand. They came to the main desk and asked for Mulder's room. The room was only a few doors down from where they currently were. Scully sat Emily on a chair next to the room. "Emily, I'm going to go in and see if you're daddy's okay. You stay here for minute and I'll come get you. If anything [happens], just scream." Said Scully crouching down in front of her. Emily just smiled.
"Okay Mommy." Replied Emily. Scully stood up and slowly went in. The IV's showed no sign of coma. He was just asleep. She slowly walked over and kissed his forehead as he shifted under her. "Scully...?" he murmured. She separated from him to see his face. "Yeah, it's me." He suddenly sprang up from the bed. "Where's Emily?" he sprang.
"Mulder! Mulder, calm down! She's outside." replied Scully. Mulder leaned back down in the bed.
"Oh my God, Scully. You got her?"
"Yeah. She apparently knew that the Sims weren't her real parents, and I told her that I was her mom...and you were her dad."
"Scully,"
"No, Mulder, you are. You love Emily like a father, and that's what you'll be for her." She interrupted.
"Can I see her?" questioned Mulder.
"Yeah. Just don't tell her you got shot. I sort of told her you got really sick."
"I understand," he exclaimed. Scully smiled at him sweetly and turned around to get Emily. A second later she came in walking behind Scully.
"Emily, this is your daddy." She turned to Mulder
"She's a bit shy." She said to him. Emily recognized him finally and came a little closer.
"Weren't you the man that was with my mommy when I was at the hospital?" she asked. That brought a smile to Mulder's face and he nodded in response. Emily also smiled and gave him a sweet hug, more or less like the one she had given Scully when she first saw her. ** An hour later: They were laughing and Emily was telling Mulder about the times there were food fights in the cafeteria, or the times there were pillow fights in the rooms. In the middle of all the laughter, Emily frowned as if thinking about something.
"Honey, what's the problem?" asked Scully, as she saw Emily lift her head to view them both.
"I was just wondering...you guys are my mommy and daddy, right?" Mulder and Scully both nodded. "Well, are you guys married to each other?" Mulder and Scully froze at the question, obviously with no response. Emily just sat there waiting for an answer. "Um...well," Scully didn't know what to say.
"No, not now, but we will be," blurted Mulder.
"What?"
"Yeah, Scully. Look, I know this isn't the time nor the place to be asking you this...but, I want you to...Scully, will you marry me?" Scully's face lit up with emotion as did Emily's.
"Mommy, say yes, say yes!" said an exited Emily as she clapped her small hands together. They both looked at Emily and then back at each other.
"So what do you say, Dana? Will you marry me?" Scully just smiled. ** ** The Mulder Household, Washington D.C., June 29, 2001, 1:56 a.m.: The house was quiet, without a sound. Emily Mulder was sleeping since 9:00 that night, and Fox and Dana Mulder had been in bed since not so long. Fox was watching his wife sleeping and had thought about all that had happened in the course of a year and a half. They found their daughter Emily, and better yet, they finally admitted their love. Now, Dana was pregnant with their child. She was due in two weeks and him as well as Dana and Emily were very exited. They had agreed if it was a boy to name it anything but Fox. If a girl, either Natalie or Alexandra. They had their second wedding about a week ago and were the same way, if not happier, than when they first got married. After their return from Paris, with Emily, they decided to settle and become a family. Emily was now 6 and in the 1st grade. Her teachers say she's doing very well. The FBI accepted their relationship and they continue working on the X-Files as they did before they became involved. All these things were racing through Fox Mulder's mind as he felt his wife shift in bed.
"Honey, what is it?" he asked as Dana turned around to face him.
"I don't know. I think...oh God. Fox, I think the baby is coming!" He jumped out of bed startled.
"What? It's due in two weeks!"
"I know, but...sometimes the date is wrong and it comes a little...earlier!" she tried to say in one breath.
"Fox, take me to the hospital!"
"What about Emily?"
"We'll leave her with my mom!" she screamed. He helped her out of bed and into the car. Emily woke up rubbing her eyes.
"Daddy, what's going on? Is mommy having the baby?" she asked, obviously knowing what was going on.
"Yes, dear. Your going to have to stay with grandma with a little while."
"No, I want to go! Besides, grandma is gonna wanna come too!" Emily got into the car without even changing her clothing, and they drove off. ** Georgetown Local Hospital, 2:16 p.m.: The hospital was about 5 miles away and in picking up Margaret Scully, it took longer than they'd expected. Dana was now having 1-minute contractions, count kept by Fox while driving. They walked into the Emergency room.
"Excuse me, my wife is in labor and I need a doctor right now." He blurted to the nurse at the front desk. Dana's doctor was walking right by at that moment.
"Dana, you're early!" she exclaimed.
"I need a wheelchair now!" she ordered. Dana in all of this was in terrible pain. They took her into the maternity ward and left a husband, a mother, and a daughter outside in desperate need to know it was going to be okay. ** Georgetown Local Hospital, 6:46 a.m.: Emily was asleep on Margaret's lap as Fox paced from side to side. They hadn't known about Dana since they took her in.
"Fox, calm down, listen I'm sure she's okay. Why don't you go eat something and I'll stay here." Suggested Margaret.
"Sorry, Maggie, I can't go until I don't know about Dana." He said sitting down. The sit didn't last him long because he immediately stood up as he saw the doctor come down the hall.
"How is she?" asked Fox when the doctor reached them.
"Congratulations. You are the proud father of a very beautiful baby boy." Said the doctor with a smile on her face.
"He's healthy and so is Dana. We moved your wife into a room and she's there with the baby. You can go in if you want." She finished.
"Thank you so much, doctor." Said Fox. Margaret shook the doctor's hand.
"You go in. I'll wait here with Emily." pleaded Margaret. Fox nodded and made his way down the hall. Knock Knock.
"Come in." said Dana lightly. After all, she still didn't have the strength to scream it like she usually did.
"Hi." Whispered Fox as he peeked his head in the room.
"Hi. Come on in." she said. He stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"Look, your son. Isn't he beautiful?"
"Very." He said, completely speechless at the feeling. Dana handed him to Fox and he felt his heart overwhelm with joy.
"Oh, Scully..." he couldn't speak. Dana relaxed for a moment and took a couple of deep breaths. She finally looked up.
"So, what are we going to name him?" Fox looked up from his son to his wife.
"I don't know, Father." She said with a hint of sarcasm.
"How about William Christopher Mulder?" Fox smiled at his wife.
"I like it." He said. They heard the doorknob turn to reveal Emily and Margaret. Emily ran over to her mother,
"Mommy!" she said, excitedly. "Where's the baby?"
"Daddy has it." She pointed to Fox and the little baby boy. Emily walked over to find Fox leaning down so Emily could see her newborn brother.
"Emily, say 'hi' to you r new baby brother, William." Introduced Fox. Margaret stood in the corner watching, as her eyes watered. Emily touched his head ever so slightly.
"Wow," she whispered. Fox stood up and returned the baby to Dana. He put an arm around his wife and another on the newborn's small head. Emily hopped on the bed and Margaret came closer.
"Now, we'll be happy, and this time...forever." END Copyright 1999 - This story belongs to Liz S.
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