Chapter 8
It had to be bad.
We were in a rental car, driving to New York. A car rented with
aliases, and we were most definitely not leaving a paper trail
behind us.
"Mulder, what the hell is going on?" I felt as if we
had moved so fast that a cloud
of dust could seen behind us. I heard him sigh and grip the wheel
tighter. "Mulder."
"My accident Scully. I kept trying to tell
myself it was an accident, but
someones toying with us."
"You always think someone is toying with you Mulder--"
"No, Scully, Im right about this," he interrupts,
his voice determined. "You
couldnt conceive before, we should have seen it right
there"
It was my turn to interrupt. "Wait a minute, Mulder, there
are such things as
miracles"
"Scully, I know about your strong Catholic roots, but this
is far from the story of
Elizabeth suddenly conceiving a child after years of no success
and age against her. You always talk about science and face it,
Scully, science was against us."
I was silent. I sat, taking in what he had just said.
"What did your OB say when you talked about your
infertility, Scully?"
I turn to look at him, thinking for a moment. "She said that
mistakes can be made
and be grateful."
"Yeah, about your test results."
"Perhaps I had a sudden regrowth"
"Of thousands of eggs, healthy and just waiting for sperm to
create thousands of
babies."
"What are you talking about, Mulder?" I suddenly jerked
his hand, causing him to
jam on the brakes. Thank God from the nearly empty road. I knew
that I had no idea
what he was talking about. My doctor had simply said that a
regrowth of a few eggs was explainable, but what was Mulder
talking about?
"Mulder, I need an explanation."
Another sigh came from him. "Scully, that OB, that doctor of
yours, is lying.
According to a report that Gunmen got their hands on you could
easily populate a small
city. We could have a very large and very healthy family."
I was suddenly breathless. I could hear Mulder pulling over to
the side of the road
and eventually my door being opened. I looked to find
Mulders eyes staring into my
own.
"I found out last night."
"That the kind of thing you should share, Mulder."
He takes my hand and placed it on my stomach. "Well, the
result is worth
whatever happened."
I begin to wonder what else he found out the night before.
"Mulder, what else did
the Gunmen tell you?"
Another sigh. That is beginning to become the trademark that
comes with back
news. "Were being watched, Scully. More than usual.
Whoever gave you back the
ability to conceive is lurking. Maybe for payment. But if
its our smoker behind this, Im
not sure what the hell he wants."
"The babys healthy, Mulder. Normal. What could they
want with it?"
"I keep wondering, Scully. They perhaps that result of those
tests you had done
were doctored as well. Its our baby, yes, but what else
could be"
"I still worry about that, too, Mulder." I do worry
about it. About how this baby
could turn out like Emily. However, I kept convincing myself my
fears were unfounded.
Until now. "Mulder, we _made_ this baby. Us. Not some
laboratory."
"I cant help but think that us becoming a couple was
just an added bonus to our
plan. That you getting pregnant because of a night we spent
together was just an added convenience; they didnt have to
kidnap us to accomplish."
"Thats very paranoid, Mulder. Even more then
usual."
Mulder gives me a grin. "I love you. I want things to be
okay, Scully. I want, for
once, everything to be okay. I never thought Id say this,
but for once, I wish I was
something boring like an accountant, living in a little white
house, in a little town in the
middle of perfect suburbia."
"Youd get bored. Id get bored."
"Youre probably right." Giving my hand one last
squeeze he closes my door and
climbs back into the driver seat and pretty soon were back
on the road toward a
destination that could bring unknown disaster.
3 days later
Upstate New York
The cabin was nice, definitely a quiet vacation spot. The Gunmen
had planned
well; the place was well stocked and belonged to a subscriber of
theirs who turned out to be a doctor in the Big Apple. Of course,
I think his wife is a little wary of the fact that her husband
has such connections. However, Mark and Judy Andrews, as they
introduced themselves when we arrived, we there to stay with us.
Both Mulder and Byers had agreed that since I obviously
couldnt seek medical help if something went wrong during
the birth, a doctor could come in handy. Especially when I
learned Mark was an OB. I could pry. I could. But Ill save
that for the car trip home.
The place has enough medical supplies to deliver ten babies, if
you ask me.
Mulder is just a tad over-protective. Almost immediately after
arriving, he has Mark
examine me. Then I sat down with a lot of information I got from
Mulder. Then I saw it
all.
The test results revealed the fact that I was a perfectly normal
female. A piece of
information that would normally have me up dancing for joy now
had me suspicious and
nosy. They seemed to be dirty fingerprints all over every test I
had performed during my pregnancy. My own doctor had referred the
OB to me. However, I now had photocopied prove that Dr. Rebecca
Johnson had entered into a deal with someone for a great deal
money. And though the details were sketchy it seemed that the
answer was simple -
information about me was the exchange. I saw the appeal of the
money that could help
further a growing practice. Still, the ethics of medicine had
gotten lost in the shuffle.
This was all three days ago. I had been pondering this all for
three days. I have a
week and a half left till my due date, but the baby has
definitely dropped. It seems that Ill be delivering before
my due date. I have to admit, though, I think Ill miss
being pregnant. After having a human being inside you for so
long, I started to think about what it would be like after he or
she was gone.
She. I wanted a she. I was still stuck on Anne. However,
Mulders insistence on
Elizabeth was beginning to wear me down as well. Mulder was in
love with calling a little girl Beth and I hate to
deny him a pleasure.
But it is me that will be delivering this child.
And that is something I will not have him forget.
The countdown - 9 days to go
"False labor, Mulder. I can happen with the first
pregnancy."
I am only trying to tell him that for the eightieth time. Mark
gave up and went
back to bed after it had been determined there was going to be no
baby tonight.
"Are you sure?"
Mulder had turned into a nervous father. He was an example of
those fathers you
see on TV that cant find their keys when their wives
suddenly go into labor. Oh, of
course, there was one difference. I wasnt his wife.
Judy had been trying to sell me on marriage. It wasnt that
I wasnt sold on the
idea, but that I didnt want anyone to think Mulder and I
had just tied the knot because he knocked me up. We
loved each other and that was what mattered. I think.
"Do you need anything, Scully? Anything?"
Another thing that Judy and Mark picked up on was how Mulder and
I still call
each other by our last names. We tried to explain, but somehow it
was an inside joke that only we understood. I couldnt call
him Fox; he would call me Dana on
occasion but it still seemed like a foreign word from his lips.
Id always be Scully; hed always be
Mulder.
"Mulder, Im _fine_. For the thousandth time, Im
_fine."
"Dont you think thats getting a bit old,
Scully," Mulder teases me and I hit him
on the shoulder, before preparing to get up. Thats another
thing. Petite as I am, its
getting harder and harder to get up. I will not miss that little
bothersome adventure after this babys
delivered.
I change the subject as a serious thought crosses my mind.
"Mulder, have you
gotten any new information?"
"From Frohike?"
I nod.
"Nothing. They seem to have hit a dead end. We may have
thrown them off
course, Scully. I think they want something with the delivery.
After we get past that, we should be home free."
"What makes you so sure about that."
"I got a theory." He flashed me another grin.
I give a little laugh. "Like I havent heard that one
before." Walking into the
bedroom, I expect to hear Mulders footsteps on my heel.
Instead I heard them retreating.
"Mulder?"
"Just going to check my e-mail, Scully."
"This late?"
"Theories dont know what time it is."
Of course, after that comment, I know Ill find asleep at
the computer the next
morning.
8 days to go.
I didnt find Mulder asleep at the computer the next
morning. Instead I found him
sitting on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Mulder?"
"Someone has tracked us to the rental agency, Scully. But
Langly said that luckily
they found a barren trail after that."
"The baby"
"Right, Scully. You have to have that baby. The sooner the
better. Before they
pick up the trail again."
I stop to let his words set in.
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