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Title: With Me Always Summary: Scully finds Mulder, but discovers that he was never really gone. Author's notes: This was inspired by Beduini's reunion challenge over at I Want To Believe. As always, many thanks to Gerry for giving it a final polish. I would be wrong if I didn't say I had not played this scene over in my head every morning as I was waking up. Skinner would call. Maybe I would still be asleep. Maybe I would be making breakfast. Maybe I would be nursing. Maybe the baby would be dead and I would be alone. My dreams, my nightmares...they were all about Mulder's return. The thing is, when it happened, it seemed so...well, Mulder. I walked quickly down the hallway. The call had come to me at work. It was really my first real workday since the baby was born. I had been coming in half days for the past week, crying most of the time because I missed the baby or my hormones were totally out of whack, I can't tell anymore. They called and I ran because that's what I do. "Where is he?" I ask the nurse. She points to the door next to her desk. I push it open. "Hey," he says. He's lying on the hospital bed, still on an IV. He looks terrible. He looks great. "What...?" I can't complete my thought. I move to him and take his hand. Here he is, in Baltimore. According to the person who called me, he was dropped off at Shock Trauma much like I ended up at Northwest Georgetown Memorial all those years ago. He had also been catatonic. It wasn't until he regained consciousness that he told them to call me. "You're so thin," I say as I sit down in the chair next to the bed and slide it closer. I want to take him in, all of him. "So are you," he replies. God. I'm not even close to thin. The baby packed on a good 60 pounds and on my frame that was quite an adjustment. Now that I'm nursing I have breasts that won't quit. I can't fit into any of my pre-baby clothes. What is he talking about? "Has your vision been impaired?" I ask. Dana, what are you doing? You've searched day and night, risking your life and your baby's and now you're berating him? "The baby? How is she?" he asks. "How? How did you?" "How could I not know? I knew all of it, Scully. You're with me. Always. Nothing will ever make that end." I start to giggle. It sounds like a soap opera. Mental telepathy, an unbreakable bond...but it could happen. If it happened to anyone, it would be Mulder. I drop my head down on his chest, now unable to stop the tears that have been coming, almost constantly the past few weeks. Finally I'm able to look up at his face. I don't know where he's been. I don't know where we're going, but I have faith that we'll be there together. FIN
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