Where Are You Going? By Jolee Patkai All rights for the X-Files belong to FOX and 1013. This is purely a fiction based on my own imagination! Dana Scully lay alone and troubled. Life certainly had thrown her a curve, yet again. Only this time, for some odd reason, she hadn't even seen it coming. And for that oversight, she had only herself to blame. She had opened her mind to the possibility of happiness, had let joy creep in, and now she was paying the price. He was gone. Just gone! Had he ever really been here, at all, or had that been her imagination and wishful thinking bringing him to life? No one could answer that question, least of all, herself. And the thing is, everyone she knew was blaming her. Blaming her for his leaving. Was she to blame? Maybe.....but things were cloudy, now, and there was no slick answer to ease everyone's concerns, everyone's questions. She was so tired of all the looks, the disbelieving stares, the accusing eyes. Oh, God....just let him be OK! In the crib, the baby stirred. Small scared cries began to leave the small mouth. Baby arms swung in the air, and little legs kicked at the confining blankets. Overhead, the baby mobile began it's creaky journey around and around, again. All this happened within the space of a second, and Scully immediately sat up, leaning over the crib. This, then, was the other thing that was causing her no end of suffering. This strange, otherworldly child that she now possessed. This beautiful boy, with blue eyes like his father, who, even now, was looking at her with such knowledge and fear. Did this baby know or somehow sense that something was very different in his world? Did he wonder where his father was? Shushing her baby, Scully shook her head at such thoughts. He was only a baby, for crying out loud. Just a little soul, not even a month old. She was angry at herself, for letting Agent Doggett's words get to her. But still and all, how could she explain the mobile? Getting right down to it, she just didn't want to believe that anything was wrong. She just wanted to treasure this wonderful boy, and love him. Hold him and try and keep her sorrow at bay for just a little longer. Reaching into the crib, she lifted the crying baby to her chest. Rocking back and forth, she sang tunelessly to him, and willed him to settle. She was so tired, these days. Fear was a very draining emotion, as she had found out. It took all her strength just to get through the days. The nights were another matter. She just didn't sleep, and being a doctor, she knew she needed help. But who could she trust? She had never bounced back after the traumatic birth of William. And being weak, did not sit well with Dana Scully. But really, after such a pregnancy, could anybody ever bounce back? She liked to think she was not alone in this. Nine months of grief, disbelief, conspiracy, fear, and then the birth......aahhhhhhhh the birth. Laying back in her bed, cradling her son, Scully went back over the events of that night. It had been her worst nightmare come true, or so she thought. When Monica had thrown the boiling water over the ranger, she had known that they had been found. Knew that her child's life was in danger. She had tried to keep the contractions at bay, refusing to release her baby from the protection of her womb. But God had not listened to her screams or her pleas. And to the sound of Monica yelling "Push, Dana" and in view of all those monsters, her son had emerged screaming into the night. Her cries for mercy and her horror at what was going to happen had fallen like breaking crystal in the room. And then, just like that, the monsters had retreated. Leaving her alone, holding her slippery child in her arms, while blood poured from her body. She had felt relief fill her, even as consciousness left her. She had woken in the Georgetown Hospital with a start. "Don't take my baby!" had torn from her throat, the instant she became aware that her arms were empty. Mulder had been there to comfort her, and tell her everything was OK. She was OK, and the baby was OK. Words that John Doggett had said to her months ago. But now, laying in her bed, clutching her baby to her breast, she wondered if that were true. As the baby nursed, contractions tore through her uterus, bring tears to her eyes. This was such a poignant time for her, this was what was real, now. This was her life! As good as it was going to get. There would never be someone beside her to ease her fears. There would never be arms to hold her... to love her! This she would have to accept. He was Gone...just Gone...and she was alone. This she understood...but she would always regret not being able to ask him those words one more time. That phrase that she had repeated over and over during their years together. Those words that even in the early days, had echoed her worst fears of being without him. As tears slid down her cheeks, she whispered the words he would never hear....."Mulder..Mulder...Where Are You Going?" The End!