Am I strong enough? Author: T. Collins Email: DazedCaviar@aol.com Rating: PG Classification: Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately but wishes to hell they were. Summary: Post Milargo I hold her tightly against my chest as she lets go of it all. Within minutes I feel my knees start to ache from being hunched over her. I shift to a sitting position and cradle her body closer to mine. My shirt slowly becomes wet from her tears. My shoulders become numb from her clawing. It's like she trying to climb inside of me. I soothingly rub my hands up and down her back, whispering words of reassurance. "It's okay, Scully. I'm here. I'm here, Scully." The gut wrenching sobs turn into silent tears twenty minutes later. I ease Scully away from me to look at her. Her eyes avoid mine as I begin to unbutton the material separating her skin from my touch. With blood staining her chalk white skin, I'm sure she is injured. I gently peel back the silk blouse and run my fingers down her chest checking for an open wound. Her face contorts into pain and she lets out a shaky breath. "Sorry." She nods an acceptance to my apology and stops breathing for a few seconds. I continue my examination and find nothing. "Scully..." She is still looking at my fingers resting on her hip. "Scully, look at me." I watch as her eyes work their way up my chest, then to my neck and finally to my eyes. Tears are still glistening in her blue orbs. But they no longer speak of strength. Confusion and terror echo throughout. She needs an explanation as to what has happened. But I can't offer one. "Scully, can you stand?" She doesn't answer. "Scully?" I stand hearing my bones creak and extend my arms to her. Scully's eyes cut to my beckoning fingers. She places hers securely in them. We get her standing and learn that her legs are weak. She goes to curl up on the couch but I stop her. "No, Scully. We have to get you to a hospital." "Nnnnmmmm." Scully shakes her head no and continues to moan her protest. "Scully, you could be hurt. We have to let a doctor check you out." "No, Mulder." I can see that it has taken a lot out of her saying those two words. Scully wraps her arms around her waist and snakes a hand to her heart. "Mulder, it hurts," she says in a shaky voice. The tears that had subsided minutes earlier are back. And as I stand here watching them fall, I don't know whether she speaks of her physical pain or her emotional pain. During these minutes I doubt that I'm strong enough to handle this. I've never heard Scully hurt openly before. "You win. We'll stay. I think I have painkillers in here somewhere." I pull her close and guide her to the bathroom. I sit her on the covered toilet seat and turn on the shower. I test the water with my fingers and find it to be cold. Adjusting the temperature, I look over my shoulder at Scully. She's sitting there staring straight ahead at the towel rack. I touch her shoulder to bring her back to reality. "Scully?" "Huh?" "Shower..." I watch as she tries to shrug off her suit jacket. I can see the pain on her face. I reach over and begin to pull down the jacket sleeve. She stills under my touch and allows me to undress her. When I get to her underwear, I shy away but realize that she isn't with me. I stop and stare at her face and wait for a Scully-like comment. But Scully isn't in the room...Dana is. I carefully strip her of the last of her clothing. My eyes steal quick glances over her various scars. Some from childhood and some from me, more from working with me. More from rescuing my sorry ass from being killed. Without noticing, my fingertips are grazing the scars. Goosebumps rise on her skin but not from my touch. She's trembling from the cold draft blowing from the open window. "Scully, I'm going to leave you in here. The door will be open so if you need anything..." She nods her head yes. I watch as she steps into the shower stall. She disappears behind the curtain and I turn to leave. I rifle though my drawers for the shirt she always wears whenever she stays over. It's gray with a smiling green fish on the front. But I can't find it. I know I washed it. I don't wear it anymore because it's her shirt now. Okay once I wore it to bed. I was suffering from Scully withdrawal, so I put on the t-shirt. I can't find it. "Where is it? Where is it!" I finally remember where I put it. The bottom left side draw. I almost destroy the wood pulling it out roughly. There it is, folded neatly on top. I hold it to my nose and inhale. It still smells of her. As I stand here holding the shirt, tears lapse down my face. I almost lost her today. Again. The emotions hit me hard like a power punch to my chest. A left cheek sneak, I joked before to Scully. Well, this left cheek sneak hurts like hell. I thought we were over this. This year has been better than most. No near death experiences. How quickly the tables turn? "Mulder?" I turn around to the sound of my name. She stands in the doorway in a towel with her hair dripping wet. "Scully, your hair. You'll catch a cold." I rush over with the shirt in my hand. I grab another towel from the bathroom and towel-dry her crimson locks. "Sorry about not having a hair dryer." She grunts a response and drops her head back. I'm assuming it's the massage. I'm satisfied that her hair is dry. I hand her the t-shirt. A small smile appears on her face. I turn my back and pull down the top sheets as she slips the green fish shirt over her head. She climbs in, and like Samantha before her, I pull the blanket under her chin to tuck her in. "Mulder, lay with me." I look at her face and then her eyes. I kick off my sneakers and take off my sweater. I lay down on top of the covers next to her. She frees her arms and tugs mine around her waist. Scully pushes back against my chest. Thousands of things run through my mind for the first few minutes. When I get up the nerve to tell her how scared I was finding her lifeless body on the floor, I realize that her breathing has slowed. I pick my head off the pillow and peek at her face. She's asleep. I slowly get up. I stand there staring and it amazes me how strong she is. Through everything that has happened, she is still the same person that walked into my office six years ago. Strong willed, independent and beautiful. I turn and leave before she feels me staring at her. She has a knack for doing that. I quietly take cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink to try and scrub the bloodstain away. I fill the small bucket with warm water and pour in the cleaning solution. I walk into the middle of my living room and kneel down. I dip the brush into the water and place it on top if the stain. I begin to rub away Scully's blood. An hour later and the stain has faded somewhat. But I'm too tired to continue. I raise my t-shirt to wipe the sweat off my forehead. A shower is definitely needed. I peek in on Scully to find that she's still asleep. I think that's a good thing. I quickly jump under the hot water and let the spray beat on my head. I stand directly under the showerhead and let the water wash away today's fears. My body relaxes and sleep begins to creep up on me. I yawn and gulp down a mouthful of water. I guess it's time to get out or I'll drown. Just after I towel off and pull on a pair of boxers, I hear Scully scream. I almost kill myself tripping over my own clothes trying to get out the bathroom. She's sitting up clutching the covers to her chest. I run over and sit in front of her. "Scully? Scully?" The same look of terror that I saw earlier is on her face. Her breathing is shallow. "You're barely breathing." I wrap my hand around the one that is holding the blanket close. Easing it down, I place my other hand over her heart and with my knuckles, I rub in a circular motion. I can tell it was calming her down. "I can't... I can't find the air." "Take a deep breath, slowly." I hear her rid her lungs of air and seconds later fill them up again. She does this several times until I feel her heartbeat return too normal. "Okay now?" "Yeah." I pull my hand way from her chest and she captures it with her own. "Bad dream?" "Yeah," she says with a husky voice. "Well, lay back down and I'll turn on some music to help you relax." "Stay with me?" I contemplate her request. Should I? Will staying with her make me the bad guy? Will she think later on that I was taking advantage of her? Am I strong enough to do this for her? Then I think, this is Scully. She knows that I would do nothing to harm her. Not intentionally anyway. I crawl under the covers and snuggle up behind her. The silence between us is deafening. I reach over and click on the clock radio. I search for a soft rock music station. "That was Matchbox Twenty with 3 am. Up next, the Goo Goo Dolls with a song from the City of Angels soundtrack, Iris." I resume my position and listen to the acoustic guitar strings being plucked. "And I give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now. And all I can taste this moment. And all I can breathe is your life. And sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight. And I don't want the world to see me, Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everythings made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." The frontman's voice lull's me to sleep and his lyrics replay in my mind. So much so that the next time I open my eyes, the song is playing again and his words are coming from my mouth. It isn't until I begin the second verse that I realize I'm singing along with the radio. I look down at Scully in my arms and her head on resting on my chest. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming. Alone with the truth and the lies. When everything feels like the movies, Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive." I continue along with the song. His voice fades and the music reaches it's climax. But the first verse is still in my head. It's amazing that they speak about how I feel about Scully. I gently reach over her and click off the radio. "Why did you stop?" Her voice startles me. I glance down at her face and find her blue eyes staring up at me. "I thought you were asleep." "I've been awake since they'd played Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer." "Not a fan of Bon Jovi, I see." "A guilty pleasure that I'll never admit to in public. " "I missed that song. When did it come on?" "Right before Dave Matthews Band. Probably 3, 3:30." "Another nightmare?" "No, I was tired of sleeping." "Tired of sleeping? How can anyone be tired of sleeping? Especially since it's something we rarely get to do." We stopped talking for a few minutes. Just listening to each other breath. I admit lying in bed with my arms around Scully beats chasing down a monster any day of the week. Maybe it was her arms around my waist and her head resting against my heart that makes the small puffs of her breath caressing my chest feel like heaven. I found out last night that she fits perfectly in my embrace. I believe now more than ever that she is made for me. But can I be strong enough to support her? "When I lost consciousness last night, I didn't think I would ever see you again." I listen to her words and agree silently. My entire life flashed before my eyes when I ran into the apartment and saw her lying there. The blood on her chest brought visions of the things we would never do together. Walking down the aisle getting married, leaving the hospital carrying our baby. But one picture I didn't want to paint was seeing Scully's face as the casket was being closed. I rub my eyes trying to erase the picture. "I think you should go to the hospital." "I'm fine, Mulder." "At least go for me." Sitting up Scully argues back. "That's not fair and you know it." "You use that line on me a thousand times. And not once have I complained." "It's still..." She settles back down. I bring her close and hold her tighter. I can tell she is avoiding the subject. Dr. Dana Scully knows that she should go to be on the safe side. But Dana Scully the patient is terrified. As if seeing through her hair and into her beautiful mind, I am witness to the argument raging within herself. "Please, Scully," I whisper lifting her chin towards me. We look into each other's eyes until she can read the emotions pouring through mine. "You'll go with me?" she asks. "Of course, I will." "You'll hold my hand the entire time?" I see a smirk on her lips and hear it in her voice. "You got it," I answer playing along. "You'll cook me chicken soup when we get back and feed it to me?" "I don't think you want me to cook soup, Scully. I'll probably burn it." "How do you burn soup, Mulder?" "If there's a way, I'll find it. How about some toast? I burn a mean piece of bread," I say jokingly. She rewards me with the arched eyebrow. I think my Scully is coming back. "Mulder, you'll lay in bed with me and rub my chest?" "Rub your chest?" Flares go off in my head. "Like you did when I had the nightmare?" That way, of course. "Anything you want." "Will you kiss me?" I didn't need to be asked twice. With my fingertips still holding her chin, I lift her head higher and begin my descent to her lips. When only inches apart, I look into her eyes once more. "I love you, Scully," I whisper. Our lips meet. "Agent Scully is already in love," Philip Padgett's words echoed in my mind. I am strong enough to believe his words and chase away his ghost. All the other demons that fight against us will have a tougher barrier to cross the next time we come in contact with them. I am a man in love and a man in love is hard to stop.