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Title: Why?
Author: Soleil Compeau
Rating: PG13 for use of the "F" word
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: Three Words
Disclaimer: Not only am I shamelessly using Chris Carter's characters
without permission or hope of profit, but they seem to be faring better
at my hands.
Dedication: Teresa, I owe this angst to your great theories about the
dynamic duo's dysfunctional fits and starts concerning their baby's
conception.
Summary: What they might have been thinking during that conversation in
his apartment.
Why Scully?
Why did you pray for my return? You're obviously doing fine without me.
You're so fat and beautiful Scully. Your hair is longer. You're glowing.
Your face is so...open.
I can't look at your pregnant belly without hurting.
I thought you wanted me to give you a baby. When you asked me to
donate, I was thrilled. I thought it meant you wanted me in a more
permanent way, a more...intimate way.
We failed, and I felt all your losses at my hands even more deeply.
The night we made love, I felt absolved, forgiven. Why did you leave in
the morning?
Why did you continue without me?
Who's the father Scully? He must be some anonymous donor. You have
too
much class to ask Skinner to donate for you.
I'm jealous, I confess. I wish I had given you that miracle.
Why don't I feel any joy at being home?
Why Mulder?
You don't know where you fit in? Don't you want this baby with me?
When I approached you about being a donor, you were surprised, but then
you seemed as excited as I was.
When we failed, you seemed as sad as I felt.
You told me to never give up on a miracle. Why don't you accept this
miracle, Mulder?
I missed you so horribly. Why aren't you happier?
You're having trouble processing? Oh God, you think I'm fat. You don't
really want a baby, do you? You figured it would be one quick trip to the
clinic, and your guilt at all my supposed losses would be absolved.
Did we make love, or did we just fuck?
Why aren't you happy about being at my side again?
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