Title: Five Months Lost
Distribution: Anywhere as long as my name stays attached.
Category: S, R, AU
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, Pregnancy, Angst, Skinner, Lone Gunmen, Doggett, Abduction
Spoilers: This story has an alternate ending to Requiem and goes off script from there.
I don't own the characters or make any money from this.
Summary: Mulder has a different version of what has been happening these last five months.
Author's Notes: This is a story written for bellefleur's Who's Been Sleeping In My Bed Challenge --thanks for the great prompt! The story had to start with a certain line and then I could do what I want from there. This is my version.
There are a lot of places that Dana Scully thought Mulder might turn up after his abduction - hospital, morgue, police station, nuthouse-but she never expected he would show up in her own bed. But there, surprisingly, was where she found him laying shirtless under her covers and snoring.
For a brief moment, she thought the last few months had been a horrible nightmare then she felt a kick in her abdomen and knew it all had all been true. She quickly shifted over to him and called his name.
"Mulder! Mulder!" she yelled desperate for him to explain his presence.
"Scully?" he said groggily.
"Mulder! Mulder wake up!" she called frantically as she shook his body.
"Scully, is it the baby?" he said shoving himself up worried.
"Oh, god, you're here," she cried as she launched herself into his arms.
"Of course I'm here," he chuckled.
"Where have you been? What happened to you?" she said as water covered her eyes.
"I know I came to bed late last night but…" he started.
"What?" she snapped shaking her head.
"I was up looking at the case file, time got away from me and…"
"Mulder…Mulder you were abducted, I haven't seen you in…"
"Abducted? What is this April Fools or something?" He laughed.
"Mulder, you need to listen to me," she said, her countenance growing serious. "Mulder what do you last remember?"
As she asked this she checked his eyes and his pulse.
"Scully, you're acting really strange," he said as he pulled away from her. "Will you stop now?"
"Mulder, what do you last remember?" she demanded.
"I remember peeing, washing my hands, and then stripping down to my boxers and climbing in bed next to you and your huge maternity pillow," he said looking at her strangely.
"Okay, before that…how did you get here?" she said as she looked him over for strange markings.
"Scully, you're starting to scare m…"
"Mulder!" she snapped.
"Here in the bedroom here?"
"Here in my apartment here!" she snapped.
"I have a key, remember?" Mulder looked at her strangely.
"Mulder please!" she snapped.
"Okay," he sighed. "I came here right after work and we had dinner. Then we talked about the Franklin case. You were getting tired, so you went to bed at 9:30 which has been happening a lot lately, and then I sat on the couch and watched a game while I worked on the file a bit more. Then I came to bed, and you know the rest."
She sat across from him with a surprised look on her face, speechless.
"Scully, is the baby okay?" he said, suddenly worried. "Are you okay?"
"Mulder, I have to…" she said as she closed her eyes. "I'm so happy you are here, whatever the circumstances."
She lunged toward him and hugged him tightly.
"O-Okay," he stuttered as he hugged her back. "Did you have a bad dream or something?"
She half laughed, half cried, in his arms as she held on to him for dear life.
"God, I love you," she said softly.
"I-I love you too," he stumbled over the words, half questioning what was going on that morning.
Then she felt him rubbing her belly. He seemed so comfortable with the act, as if it was something he had done a million times.
"Scully, are you sure you're…?" he said softly.
"Mulder, why don't you go and have a shower?" She suggested.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"I'm sure," she smiled at him, trying to reassure. "It was just a bad dream."
He bought the act and smiled back at her. "You sure you don't want the first? You know what your water pressure gets…"
"I'm sure," she smiled back at him.
She reluctantly released him and watched as he got up and walked toward her washroom. She waited for the door to shut, the water to go on, and the sound of spray hitting his body before she launched herself toward the phone.
The first number she called was Skinner's home number.
"Sir," she sighed at the sound of his voice.
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour but I have a question: where is Agent Mulder?"
"Is this some sort of joke?" he snapped.
"Sir, please, humour me," she begged.
"We've been looking for him for months, ever since Bellefleur he…"
"Oh, thank god, I'm not nuts," she sighed.
"Scully what's going on? Is something the…"
"Sir, I need you to come over to my apartment right away. Mulder was here when I woke up."
"He was what?!" Skinner yelled.
"He's here, right now and…and he thinks he has been all along," she whispered as she looked toward the washroom.
"I'm coming right over," Skinner said abruptly.
"Can you call Agent Doggett and inform him of the…"
"I will," Skinner said quickly before he hung up.
Her next call was to the Gunmen.
"Scully, are you in labor?" asked an anxious John Byers said on the other side of the phone line.
"John, I need you and the guys to come to my apartment right away," she whispered as she heard the shower shut off.
"Is something wrong? Is the baby…?" he said, concerned.
"Mulder is back and he's confused," she said as she glanced toward the door. "I need you here to help."
"We're coming," he said assuredly.
She quickly hung up the phone and shimmied to the end of her bed. Standing in the nightgown she remembered donning last night she looked in the mirror and questioned how this had all happened. She was happy, so happy, to have him back but he honestly thought he had not left. Ever.
"It's all yours," he called from behind her as he walked into her bedroom drying his hair with a towel.
"Thanks," she said as she instinctively held onto her stomach.
"The baby using you as a punching bag again this morning?" he said as he walked toward her and placed both his hands on her belly as he stood in front of her.
The baby kicked hard, almost exactly where his left hand was. A smile broke out across his face and he looked into her eyes. She had wanted this for a long time.
His hands left her belly and he walked behind her toward his clothes.
"Again?" she said.
"Every morning you say he's using you as a punching bag," Mulder said casually as he opened a drawer in her dresser where he had kept clean underwear and other necessities months earlier.
"He?" she said.
"Come on Scully, we talked about this, I say 'he', you say 'she', and then it's always even. Calling the baby 'it' was getting a little old," he said as he pulled on some fresh boxers.
She had a clear view of his entire body and she took the opportunity to note that no signs of trauma were visible.
"Right," she sighed.
"Are you going to jump in the shower or…?"
"Um, I think I'll skip it this morning," she said, not wanting to leave him for a second unattended. "I'll just have some time for breakfast before we go."
She walked up behind him as he pulled on a shirt and wrapped her arms around his torso. "You feel good."
She could see him smirking in the mirror and she wished she could hold onto this moment forever. He seemed happy about the baby, happy to be part of a life with them. They weren't living together, but he seemed to be a regular fixture in her home.
"I know you're out of your second trimester now, but we could…" he smirked as his hands joined hers around his body.
She closed her eyes against his frame and thought about how she was about to cause the whole world he believed they lived in, to implode.
"If we do that, we'll be late for sure," she pulled away from him and walked toward her closet.
She pulled out a grey jersey maternity dress and threw it on the bed. She had to make him believe she was getting ready for work until he others arrived. She also had to get dressed so she wasn't greeting Skinner in her white cotton nightgown.
"I'll get us some juice and cereal," he said as he pulled on his pants.
She watched him walk from her room toward the kitchen intent on making them a quick breakfast. When he left the room, she stripped down and got into some fresh clothes.
Just as she did up the side zipper on her dress, there was a knock at the front door. She started to waddle towards it as quickly as possible but saw Mulder swing open the door before she got there.
"Sir?" he asked confused as he let Skinner in. "What are you doing here before work?"
"I, uh…" Skinner stammered as he looked toward Scully.
"I asked him to come over," Scully said out of breath.
"I'm sorry, does it have to do with the Franklin case?" Mulder asked.
"Franklin case?" Skinner asked, confused.
"The Franklin case," Scully emphasized.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Skinner said finally.
"Why do I suddenly feel like the ugly sister asked to chaperone her brother's date?" Mulder asked, slightly angry.
"Mulder, come and sit," Scully said as she gestured toward the couch.
"What the hell is going on?" he said, suddenly upset.
"Can you just come and sit?" she said again, hoping to abate his worry.
Mulder walked swiftly to the couch and sat heavily on it. "Is there going to be another review of the X-files? Are they shutting us down?"
"No, the X-files are fine," Scully sighed as she lowered herself into a chair opposite him. Skinner sat on the couch next to Mulder but turned almost his whole body to face him.
"Mulder," he asked, "do you remember when we went to Bellefleur?" Skinner started.
"Something about that case?" Mulder asked, anxious to get to the bottom of what was going on.
"Mulder, just answer the questions, please," she begged.
"We were investigating an alien ship that was hovering over the region. I didn't want Scully to go because she'd been ill and she was also an abductee; they were taking abductees."
"So you and I went instead," Skinner interjected.
"Yes," Mulder nodded, obviously bothered by the simple ness of their conversation.
"And that night…"
Mulder's brow furrowed. "The night in Bellefleur?"
"Yes," Skinner sighed.
"I got a call from the Gunmen that Scully had fainted. We packed up our equipment and came back to DC. That's when the doctor told us she was pregnant, which explained all the nausea and dizziness. Why, is something the matter with you?" Mulder asked, snapping his head toward her.
"No, Mulder, I'm fine. The baby is fine," she reassured him.
Just then a knock came to the door. Scully pushed herself off the couch and waddled toward it. She let the Lone Gunmen in and they walked into the living room starring open-mouthed at Mulder.
"It's great to see you, Mulder," Frohike smiled and smacked him on the back. "Mulder," John Byers smiled as Langley beamed beside him.
"Why are you guys here too?" Mulder asked, alarmed again.
"Mulder, just give me a second and I'll explain it all," Scully said as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged her hand away and stood up, towering over her.
"I want to know what the hell is going on right now Scully," he demanded.
"Mulder," she sighed. "You think you have been here all this time, but you haven't. You were abducted in Bellefleur and whomever took you has implanted memories into your brain to make you think you were always here, with us, with me."
"Is this some kind of joke?" he snapped as he looked at the others.
The grim faces that met him told him a very different story.
"That's impossible!" he snapped. "I've been working for months, I was just at your apartment three days ago getting information on telekinesis," he pointed towards the Gunmen.
"No, no you weren't. I wish you had been," Frohike said kindly.
"Skinner, you made me go to that stupid Globalization of Power conference in Philly two months ago and…" Mulder stammered.
Skinner shook his head in the negative.
"Scully, I've been at every doctor's appointment, I saw the scans of the baby, I've felt it move when I've had my hand on your stomach," he said with terror in his eyes.
She swallowed hard and shook her head in the negative.
"Bullshit!" he yelled as he began to pace. "Bullshit!"
"Mulder," she said softly as she walked toward him and stopped his forward motion. She grabbed his wrists and made him look her in the eyes. "I have been, we all have been, looking for you for over five months."
"Five months?" he said disbelieving.
"You didn't go to the conference in Philadelphia, or spend time with the Gunmen, or feel the baby kick until you put your hand on my stomach this morning," she said softly.
He began to rub his temple. "I'm sorry, I just think that everyone here needs to stop this charade now, it's not…"
"There's no charade Mulder," Skinner said standing. "You were abducted, and when I got back to DC Scully told me she was pregnant. We've been following leads on you for months, there is a special agent assigned to the X-files to find you. He's on his way over with some files that I think you should see."
Scully and Skinner exchanged knowing glances.
"Now are you going to tell me Krycek is assigned to my case?" Mulder laughed.
"No, Agent John Doggett," Scully said assuredly. "My new partner."
"Your what?" he said confused.
"He was assigned to the X-files when you were abducted. He's helped me try and find you as well as investigate cases and…"
"Well you both didn't look very hard, because I believe I was in your bed this morning and many others these last few months," Mulder snapped.
"Mulder, I think…" Scully started, but was interrupted by another knock at her door.
Langley walked toward the door and opened it so John Doggett could step inside, his arms heavy with files.
"Agent Doggett," Skinner called to him and then nodded towards Mulder.
"Agent Mulder, I'm really glad to see you back," John said as he walked toward Mulder and tried to extend a hand to shake. "But I'm sure I'm not the only one."
He smiled knowingly at Scully and then plunked the files down on her coffee table.
"Thanks John," Scully said softly.
"I brought everything you asked for, sir," Agent Doggett said.
"And what's this?" Mulder asked. "Evidence that's supposed to convince me that everything I have experienced these last five months is not real?"
"It's all the files on our search for you and your abduction." Skinner explained.
"This is ludicrous!" Mulder chuckled nervously. "I was here! I was here when Frohike used habaneros instead of jalapenos when he made salsa and we were all running around looking for something to cool our tongues. I was here when the Board cut our spending on the X-files only to re-instate it four days later with no reasoning for either change. I was here Skinner, when you broke your wrist boxing and had to learn how to use voice recognition on your computer and you hated it. I was here Scully when the doctors said you had placenta previa and they needed to keep a closer eye on your pregnancy. It meant you had to go for more scans but it let us see the baby more. I…I fixed that table god damn it! I…I was here for all of that."
Scully frowned and realization hit him. This wasn't a sick joke; this wasn't meant to hurt him. He could see by the look on her face that she would do anything she could to not hurt him anymore in this moment.
"Where was I?" he said as he met her eyes, finally trusting that what she said was true.
"I don't know," she said as her voice cracked. "I wish I did."
Silence filled the room and Mulder sank into the chair that was behind him. Scully walked over to him and placed an arm around his back, her large stomach invading his space. He pulled her close to him and held her tight.
"None of it?" he said quietly.
She ran her hand slowly across his head, comforting him with this simple gesture.
"I'm so sorry," she cooed. "I'm so sorry, Mulder."