Title: Misconception
Author: Christina
Classification: S, R, A
Keywords: MSR, Mulder POV
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Requiem, and if you blink, you'll miss the one for En Ami
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Summary: Caught by surprise, Mulder reacts badly to Scully's news. Will he alienate her?


The last thing I can remember is light. Light so bright, I thought I would be blinded by it. Almost hot in its brightness. I embraced it, fell into it, wonder and fear battling in my mind, my body.

And then all was dark. It stayed dark, for a long time.


When I was able to open my eyes, light greeted me again. This light was not so intense, although my eyes protested at even this amount. Blinking, I willed my eyes to focus on the fixture above me.

I was in a bed. A small night light with an adjustable arm hung from the headboard. Hospital. I closed my eyes and took a mental inventory. Okay, fingers and toes moved upon command. I swiveled my head, trying to touch an ear to its neighboring shoulder. Sight - I knew that worked already. Sound - I could hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor - mine, I presumed. Smell - I drew a breath through my nostrils and I smelled...smelled...something familiar, something fruity and flowery...Scully.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room, taking in what little amount I could without raising my head. Still not seeing her, I slowly turned my head to my right and searched the small corner of the room.

There she was, asleep in the hospital chair. How she was managing it was beyond me. She was using the cart the heart monitor sat on as a footstool, her legs crossed at the ankles. Arms folded over her chest, head lolling to the side, her face partially covered by her hair, she looked like a sleeping angel. Even her snores were beautiful to me.

She was wearing her heavy winter coat, even inside, so I took it that it was winter. How long had I been gone?

She had let her hair grow out and I liked it. Maybe it was because she was asleep, but she seemed softer, more feminine than I could ever remember her. Her face was soft and round, with a glow I'd never seen on her. Had Scully gained weight? I panicked momentarily - Scully seemed to have really thrived while I was gone. No, no, I shook that idea from my head. If things were so good for Scully and she had gone on with her life, she wouldn't be here with me now, spending the night in a hospital chair.

Gauging from the filtered light coming in from the window blinds, it was some time in the early hours. Outside my room, I could hear nurses laughing at their station Scully began to stir, a hand going to her stomach, a small smile appearing in her sleep.

What was she dreaming about? Still thinking of angels, my attention focused on her small hand, even in sleep, making small movements on her belly. Scully seemed content, happy. I had never seen her like this.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Horrified, I grabbed for the bed rail, flailing like a drowning man, trying to pull myself up.

Images came unbidden to me; flashes of an examining room not so unlike the one I was in currently. A table, restraints, cold air on my naked skin. Thrashing, a low scream left me before I could help myself. "Mulder - Mulder!" Scully was there, she would save me. "Mulder, shh, it's me Mulder, it's me."

"No no no no..." I knew this wasn't real, this scary place. I willed myself to come back to Scully. Back to Scully.

"Mulder, it's okay. Open your eyes." I felt her touch, hesitant and then comforting, upon my arm.

Gasping loudly, chest heaving, I forced my eyes open and I looked at Scully.

Tears were threatening to fall as I said her name.

"Scully."

She smiled at me, her small hands holding one of my own.

"Scully, you're..." I could feel bile at the back of my throat. I didn't think I could get myself to say it.

"What, Mulder?" I had obviously conveyed my uneasiness to Scully, her eyes turned serious, her mouth pinched in concern.

Shuddering, I got it out. "You're pregnant."

Alarmed at my tone, her hands flew to her stomach. "How could you tell so quickly?"

I had to smile. "I've never seen you so happy before, Scully. You look absolutely radiant."

She smiled shyly, but then paused. "What's wrong, Mulder?"

Unable to contain my paranoia, I asked her, "How did this happen? Who did this to you? When is it... Do you know what it..." I trailed off on this last question, seeing the concern fly to Scully's face at my barrage of questions.

"Mulder," Scully's voice cracked a little here, "the baby is *ours.* Ours." A little sob escaped her.

"How do you know?" I demanded. "You were infertile, Scully. I *know - I had your damned ova in my hand!"

Scully was cradling her belly protectively. "Mulder, I had tests done - ultrasound, amniocentesis, blood work ups, genetic testing. It's human, Mulder, and it's ours." Her voice and eyes were pleading for me to understand.

"How did this happen?" I demanded again, too harshly.

Anger lit Scully's eyes. "Don't tell me I have to tell you about the birds and bees this late in life, Mulder."

"That doesn't explain how you became fertile again. And besides - we only had sex one time."

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I couldn't stop myself from continuing.

"Scully, you don't know what that thing is! Who got to you? Spender? That little jaunt you took with him?" I was shaking with rage and fear.

"What about Krycek? You can't be sure, Scully. There's no telling what They have done to you." Another thought crossed my mind.

"Your chip! Your chip, is it still in place? My god, Scully, your life is in danger!"

I struggled to lower the bed's side rail. Scully seemed shocked into stillness. She made no move as I swung my too thin legs over the side.

"We've got to figure out where to go, what to do." I was thinking aloud. "Where are the Lone Gunmen? Who else knows about your pregnancy?"

I looked at her, her swollen abdomen so obvious to me now. "Jesus, who *wouldn't* know?" I spat.

Scully's eyes flashed and her hand moved through the air with astonishing speed. I think I heard the crack of her palm on my left cheek before I actually felt it.

Shocked, I stared at Scully, my left eye watering from the sting of the slap. I could feel the imprint of her hand starting to welt on my skin.

Scully was shaking like a leaf, her hands clenching and unclenching at her side. Her lower lip was wavering, more tears making their appearance.

When she spoke, it was a whisper. "How dare you talk to me like that, Mulder."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Scully continued.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are?" she hissed. A beat, and then her whole face crumpled. She turned from me and buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders hitched up around her shoulders, giving away her silent tears.

Stunned, I sat there and watched her cry.

I couldn't shut off a primitive part of my mind Not human. Alien. hybrid Scully's ova. Not human. Not human.

I didn't realize I had spoken aloud Scully turned to look at me, fear and hatred in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and walked out the door.


I endured a day of tests and more tests. I continued to fight back panic attacks and chase torture scenes from my mind. I thought about Scully, but then I would remember her pregnancy.

She didn't come back to the hospital, she didn't call.

The Lone Gunmen came to see me in the afternoon. She had obviously spoken to them.

Frohike brought up the subject first. "Man, you've really screwed up, royally."

I acted like I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Scully," Langly piped up. "She's really upset, dude."

"Yeah, well she has reason to be," I said sarcastically.

"Mulder," Byers was always the voice of reason. "She told us what you said You really hurt her."

I glared at nothing, silent.

Byers continued, "Mulder, do you really think she would've continued the pregnancy if she wasn't as sure as she possibly could be? She took every test there was. We double-check all the results ourselves. The baby is fine."

"We still haven't figured out how her fertility was returned," said Langly, "but at this point, I don't think that matters to her. The baby matters to her."

"And so do you." There was a challenge in Frohike's voice, I turned to see the little man staring me down.

I sighed. "Are you guys sure? What about Scully's safety? The baby's?"

"We've taken every precaution we can, Mulder," Frohike explained. "We sweep her apartment, and yours, weekly for bugs Scully's been very good at letting Skinner or Doggett or one of us know where she is at all times."

"Yeah, after she haired out a few times after your abduction," Langly added. "Wait, who's Doggett?" I asked.

"Scully's new partner." Byers quickly added, "He was brought in to help with your search."

Frohike kept going, "She's tried to keep the pregnancy from everyone possible Skinner helped arrange for her to work from home, as a consult. She's kept a low profile."

Byers came up alongside Mulder. "She's done everything she can, Mulder. She's taken care of herself, the baby. She's never stopped looking for you."

I sat quietly, trying to absorb everything they'd said.

A nurse entered, announcing she was there to take more blood. The guys took their cue and said their goodbyes.

Frohike leaned in close, "Think about it, buddy. Think hard about what you want."

And then I was alone with my nurse and my needle. I sighed and raised my arm for her.


That night, I dreamed.

Of Scully. She was in labor I was there, at the hospital, at her side. She was screaming and crying and I was afraid. There was blood, more blood than I thought there should be. On Scully's legs, the table, the doctor's hands.

"No!" I yelled, but the doctor just nodded to me. The nurse smiled and patted my arm Even Scully stopped screaming to tell me everything would be all right. I didn't believe her.

And then the dream changed. I was in a huge room, a chamber, really. It was dark, with shadows lurking in the edges of my vision A single overhead light illuminated a table of sorts Medieval-looking.

Scully was lying on the table, pale and motionless. Blood was everywhere A doctor appeared and pulled white sheet was pulled over her head. "Scully!" I screamed. "No!" I lunged for the table; I had to get to Scully. This couldn't be happening. The doctor grabbed me by the upper arms, dragging me away from her, my attempts to reach her futile.


The following morning, Scully still didn't call or show. I was restless and bored, agitated and anxious.

Nurses and doctors were in and out, checking my vitals, taking more blood, running their tests. I was silent and cooperative Anything to get out of that place.

Skinner came by around lunch and snuck a deli sandwich in for me Ravenous, I stuffed myself with ham and turkey and provolone and rye while Skinner made small talk.

Finished eating, I licked my fingers, grunting my thanks to Skinner.

"Man, that was the best sandwich I've ever had." A belch punctuated my compliment Skinner grinned wryly.

"Stay on your best behavior, and I won't have to sneak them in. The doctor told me you're recovering nicely. You might be out of here in a couple more days."

"Whatever it takes, Sir."

Skinner studied me for a moment - I had an idea what was coming.

"Mulder, have you talked to Scully recently?"

Ah, here it comes. "No, Sir, not since yesterday."

"I see." He rubbed the top of his head thoughtfully, as though choosing his words carefully. "She's been through a lot, Mulder. More than any woman should ever have to go through."

Did Skinner sound a tad more protective than I remembered before? I nodded, not saying anything.

"Surely you must know how she feels about you. About the pregnancy."

I turned toward the window, looking out through the open blinds. Blue sky, gray clouds in the distance. Dark, ominous clouds. Were they headed my way?

"She needs you, Mulder. More than you could know."

I continued staring out the window. Finally Skinner left, closing the door softly behind him. Only then did I allow myself to cry.


That evening, I called Scully's home phone. I knew I could probably reach her by cell, but who was I kidding? I was petrified, and if I could leave a message instead of talking to her directly, all the better.

Hand shaking slightly, I counted the rings on the other end Scully's machine picked up on the fourth ring Taking a breath, I started.

"Scully, it's me Um, I don't know what to say except I'm sorry." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts, not wanting the machine to hang up on me. "There's no excuse for my behavior, and if you hate me, I totally deserve it."

"You're my everything, Scully I can't live without you. But I'm scared, Scully. I can't remember ever being this scared. You don't know how much...how much I want this baby to be perfect...to be...ours." On the verge of tears, I softly hung up the phone.

Sleep didn't come for a long time.


I was dreaming of Scully again. She was laboring, and she was beautiful. She was so brave and I was there, cheering her on.

It was time for the baby to come. I wiped her hair from her sweaty brow and placed a kiss there. I whispered, "I love you, Scully," and then she was pushing.

And then I saw it. The baby.

Before I knew it, the doctor was handing him to me. I looked down at this perfect being, swaddled in a blue and pink hospital blanket. His eyes were puffy and swollen, but I could see they were a deep shade of blue. One arm managed to wriggle out from its bundling and I grabbed his hand in my thumb and forefinger and I marveled at his newborn strength.

I rocked him gently and hummed the only baby song I could think of - Rock-a-Bye Baby.

Everything else ceased to exist.


I awoke with my tears drying on my cheeks. I sat up and saw Scully, sleeping in the chair. "Hey, Scully," I called softly. "Wake up."

Scully sat up with a start, eyes darting around the room.

"Hey, it's okay. I just want to talk." I smiled my most apologetic smile and motioned her to me.

Sleepily, she walked over to the side of the bed. "What is it, Mulder?"

I scooted over and patted the spot next to me. "Sit, Scully."

A small smile fluttered on her lips, but she did as I asked. After she settled in next to me, with my arm draped over her shoulders, I began.

"What do you think of the name 'Melvin' for a boy..."

End


Author's notes: A big thanks goes out to Triton for late night Machete!Beta If you liked this story, it was because of her. Thanks for keeping me honest, Triton!

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