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Title: Faith Summary: It is a cold January morning, two weeks before Scully's baby is due. Author notes: I would just like to say that this is NOT my best work, I'm just very bored and impatient at the prospect of yet another long summer; I've written something completely opposite as well..posting soon! Enjoy Feedback: Questions? Comments? Email me DKNYScully@aol.com. Georgetown, VA The early morning light poured into the little bedroom in Dana Scully's apartment. She yawned, and stared at her alarm clock. "Dammit!" According to the digital readout, she had slept in about two hours. She was about to be late, and today was supposed to be her last day. Scully was going to take maternal leave from the bureau, and have some blessed time off. The baby was due in two weeks. Scully groaned, and placed a hand on her swollen belly. She felt an angry kick. "I know," she told it. "Hold on." She sighed, slid out of bed, and padded over to her shower; her bare feet hitting the hardwood flooring in rhythm. She slid open the panel, turned on the water, and stepped inside. After the shower, Scully poured herself a glass of orange juice, and clicked on the tv. She sighed, as annoying talk shows blared out her surround sound speakers. Scully gulped down her glass, and grabbed a piece of toast from the toaster. Suddenly, she gasped, and looked down. "Oh shit." A clear puddle was beginning to form on her hardwood floor. She continued to curse as she fumbled for the phone. A knock came to the door. "Scully?" "It's unlocked," she said, grasping the kitchen counter. Skinner walked in. Seeing Mulder's partner gripping the ledge, he ran over to her side. "You ok, agent?" She looked up at him. "I think it's time." Washington National Hospital Skinner bit his lip as he paced outside Scully's labor room. They had grabbed her suitcase and hailed a taxi down to the hospital.Dark circles wer e beginning to form under his eyes. Byers arrived in on the scene, not a few minutes after. "You have to go in there," Langly told him. "Yeah, Byers, you were with her in the birthing classes," Frohike said, throwing him a grin. "That was Skinner!" he argued. "I don't see why she has to have the baby now;" he muttered. "It's not due until three weeks." Langly and Frohike exchanged glances. "Do you need a phys. ed. lesson, Byers?" they teased. A loud scream was heard from the other side of the door. "Don't look at me," Skinner said, and stepped a few feet aside. "Dammit, Mulder," Byers muttered, and opened the door. Scully lay on the bed, and reached her arm out. He grabbed her hand. "It'll be ok," he told her. She clenched her teeth. "You've got to push harder, Dana. She's not going to come out that easily." "I can't," she rasped, cutting off the circulation in Byer's wrist. "Ok, Scully. Now think of a word..ah..spoon! And when it really hurts, I want you to scream it really loud, ok?" "SPOON!" she screamed in agony, now crushing his it. He looked painfully out the window at Langly and Frohike, who smiled. "You're NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" she growled menacingly. "I'm not, I'm not," he assured her, in a small and whining voice. "Oh GOD!" Scully yelled, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this!" "Yes, you can!" he told her. Scully weakly stared out the window, through a vision of blurry tears. Mulder. Not possible. She closed her eyes, and tried to push out the overwhelming pain that was taking control of her body. Her abdomen was about to burst open; screaming obscenities at her. Scully felt a strong hand take her thin one into his. "Let me take over," a low voice said. She recognized that voice. Scully would know it in a heartbeat. "Mulder?" she asked hoarsely. "Breathe, Scully. Don't ask questions." "Perfect timing," she gritted, and squeezed her eyes shut. "I love you, Scully. You can do this." Scully took in ragged gulps of air, feeling a sudden confidence, strength, and warmth wash over her. He was here. Right beside her. Helping her along. Her straight, slender fingers intertwined between his; slowly and softly he held her hand..for comfort, for strength. "You can do it," he whispered. "I'm with you all the way." She nodded; he wiped perspiration off her forehead. "Ready?" He didn't question what was going on at that very point in time; he knew he needed to be here now, at this very moment. "Ok..I see a little head! Here's the shoulders! One..two..THREE!" "Aaagh!" Scully wailed, grasping her partner's hand with an iron grip. Mulder winced. "Ok..ok...there we go!" The nurse smiled, and they heard shrill bawling from the other side of the room. She took the baby, still crying, and washed her in a small tub. She then wrapped the baby tightly in a small pink shawl, and handed her to Scully. "Congratulations, Dana. You have a perfectly healthy baby girl." Scully began to weep. "Ohhh..." she exhaled, taking the baby in her arms. Mulder stared at the new life, breathless. Our baby. Ours. Dana and Fox. A little life all our own. "Mulder.." Scully said, crying, and cradled the baby in her arms. "Hello there," she whispered, and then held her out to Mulder. "Do you want to hold her?" He nodded, and took the child into his arms. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth. Ten fingers and toes. The child blinked, and tiny tears formed in her eyes. And a crown of red hair. "Oh my god.." he breathed. "She's so beautiful." Somehow Mulder knew...without any explanation; that this life was his, and Scully's. A product of that one night spent in his apartment last year, after his partner had had her vision. Office meetings were usually small talk after that, with a quiet moment here and there. Sure, they still met in private; he had taken her out to dinner once, as a result of that bureau credit card Skinner had given them. But from then on... They had no idea of the ramifications that would follow; for all he knew she was still barren. He didn't know exactly how long he had been gone; winding up in the forest a few months ago, and in a coma, no less.The abduction had been in vain. He was dropped, alone, among the branches and the trees, with out any recollection of the events that had just taken place. Hearing of his partner's condition, he'd caught the first flight out to D.C. from Bellefleur, and waited to make his move. Margaret Scully peeked in the room at her daughter and her partner. Tears streamed down her face as she ran to Scully's bedside, and gave her a hug. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered, and brushed aside damp copper strands from her forehead. "Have you chosen a name?" she asked, and Scully shook her head. She threw a sideways glance at Mulder; a quick glance of understanding. "I'd like to hold my granddaughter, if you don't mind." Mulder nodded, and slowly handed her over to Margaret. "Hey there," she whispered, and rocked her back and forth. She quieted down, and clasped her shirt tightly with a little fist. Mulder chuckled at this. "Happy birthday to you," she cooed to her granddaughter. Mulder gave Scully a look, and she suppressed a smile. "I'm so glad you're back," she whispered. "What happened?" "I can't remember," he whispered back. Scully brushed her palm against his cheek. "I love you.." He kissed her; flesh against flesh, no restrictions barred now. Scully let herself be drawn in, be enveloped.... He drew back. "I'm so sorry," Mulder whispered. "For everything. I'm so sorry, Scully." Scully swallowed. "You're here now. That's all that matters." "Hey there." Bill Scully, Jr.,turned around. "Bill," Scully rasped. "How are you?" he asked, setting down his naval hat and crossing to her bedside. "Fine," she said, with a hint of laughter. "I'm fine." He glared at Mulder. "Nice to see you back," he said through clenched teeth. Mulder readied his fists. Scully grabbed her brother's arm. "Please," she pleaded. "Not now." Margaret handed her back to Scully, and ushered her son out of the room. "There you go," she said. Scully smiled, and parted the folds of the blanket. The baby blinked back a few tears. "Hi there," she whispered. Scully tickled her chin. The baby uttered a small coo of happiness. "I know," she whispered. "Such a big world out there. I know." Mulder watched her, playing softly with her daughter. No words were spoken between them; their eyes were all the communication they needed now. "I thought you weren't coming back," she whispered. Scully watched the light reflect off her gold cross dangling from her partner's neck; untarnished, untouched. The cross had represented so much for her over the years; her religion, choices, promises... "Faith..." she breathed. "What?" "Faith." One word which had been the root of their work, relationship...their life. It was perfect. Mulder said nothing, and Scully cradled her in her arms. "I think we have a name." End notes: A silly little piece! :) "I love you," Mulder whispered. "I love you, too," she said.
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