Title: Mine and Yours Author: bfat Email: bfat@probedbyaliens.com Send me feedback! It makes me happeeeeey! Rating: PG Category: MSR, Post-Ep Spoilers: DeadAlive Archive: Yes! But I'd like to know where. Summary: How I like to imagine the continuation of the last scene, but sort of disregards canon because in my world Mulder isn't such a jackass. Notes: Everyone I know is having babies!! Soooo many babies! So. I'm on a babyfic kick and I found this on my hard and cleaned it up. Anyway, as disenchanted as I am/was with season 8, here's some fluff based on that storyline. I hopes you likes. :) ~~*X*~~ Mine and Yours She sniffled once and let out a shuddering breath, let her right hand drift up and fall over his heart. It was still beating strong. She buried her nose deeper against his chest. He was still for a moment, and at first she thought he had fallen asleep again. But then she felt his left arm come up to her back. He was still weak, but the feeling of his hand against her at all felt wonderful. He let his lips fall to the top of her head and whispered against her. "Scully...?" "Hmm?" "How long have I been gone?" Her intake of breath was slow and shaky. "Too long," she whispered. Mulder's fingers played against the back of her shirt. "How long?" "Mulder, you need to rest," she said, smoothing her hand over his chest, as if to placate him. "You should sleep." He wasn't having any of that. "How long, Scully?" She wasn't sure whether or not she should tell him. He'd just woken up, after all. She should wait until he was stronger, better rested, more ready to deal with everything he'd been through... but he needed to know. She knew how it felt to wake up disconnected from the world, some piece of your life stolen away. She remembered that desperation, for knowledge, for a reconnection. And she'd rather it be her to tell him than some callous doctor making the rounds. "Six months." The words fell like dead weight from her mouth. She heard his quick intake of breath just above her head and felt his heart beneath her fingers jump a little bit faster. She rubbed lightly with her hand, as if that would help to lessen the shock. His arm tightened around her for a moment. "Jesus, Scully." There was a pain in his voice that she understood. He'd been robbed of that time. It had been pilfered from him as surely as a wallet by a pickpocket. Robbed from her too, those six months, because in a way she'd been just as dead as he. Another tear slid down the center of her nose and dropped to the damp cloth beneath her cheek. She tried to control her crying, but she was fighting a losing battle. It was all too much--to believe, to process, to recover from. He was missing, then dead, then fatally ill, and now here, awake, with his arm around her? It was all so surreal, and yet still painful. Another wave of tears rolled over her and she found herself gripping his hospital gown tightly between her fingers. She didn't want to cry in front of him, not now, not when he was the one who needed comfort, but she couldn't help it. Mulder's right hand slipped from beneath her and came around her back lightly. With a final sniffle and a shaky deep breath, Scully got control. She wiped at her eyes, then placed her hand back over Mulder's heart. When she was able to speak, her voice was very quiet against him. He could barely hear her. "I'm sorry, Mulder. It's just... I missed you," she said. "God, I missed you so much." He didn't respond, but held her more tightly against him. She didn't know what else to say, couldn't even begin to explain how she'd felt. There was nothing else at this point really, except... She wanted to tell him about the baby. Now, before she lost her courage, or before someone mentioned it, or he spotted her obvious belly before she'd had a chance to explain. Lifting her head very slowly, she met his eyes with great concern. He was still awake and alert. "Mulder..." She searched his face for the strength she knew he would need for this. She supposed she could wait until he fell asleep again, then slip from the room without him noticing... but no, she needed to tell him now. His eyebrows were raised in question. "There's something I need to tell you." She swallowed heavily and sat up a little. The bed still blocked the lower half of her body. "Do you remember... um, before you left. I was dizzy. I fainted..." She hesitated a glance to his eyes. He nodded, remembering, until a wave of fear passed over his face. "Scully? Is something wrong? Are you sick?" A nervous smile played at her lips and she gripped his hand in reassurance. "No, Mulder. Not sick." She sighed, not quite sure how to proceed. "I'm not sure...exactly...how to tell you this. Or how you'll respond. I guess," she took a deep breath. "I guess I'll just show you." With that, she braced her other hand against the bed and pushed herself up to a standing position. At first, Mulder expected her to move, to get something to show him, maybe. But she didn't move, and eventually his gaze moved to her middle. His mouth fell open in shock. "Scully...?" "I'm pregnant, Mulder." Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she watched his face closely. "Yeah... yeah, I can see that," he said, still staring at her stomach. "How?" Feeling awkward displayed in front of him, Scully sat back down in the chair. "I'm, uh, not entirely sure on that point," she said. She tried to meet his gaze, but he still wasn't looking at her face, his eyes focused on what he could barely see between the bed and her chair. "I don't think," she began, "that it was... unnatural." That got his attention, and he looked up at her face finally. His expression was somewhere between wonder and panic. "Mine?" She nodded. "Yes." "Paternity test?" Another nod. He was dumbfounded. "I, um, ran the tests twice. Just to be sure." Her fingers were worrying the sheet beside his hip, bunching it then smoothing it out again. "It's definitely yours." He was nodding, finally beginning to comprehend. "How far along are you?" "Seven months." His eyes drifted up as he calculated, counting back the dates. "So that means... April. Some time in April." A small smile was tugging at her lips. "Yeah." "What happened in... Oh," the smile came to his lips as well. "California." Scully couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Yeah." "On the movie set?" "Or maybe the limo." "Or the hotel room." "Or the--" "Plane," they said together. "Jesus, it's no wonder," Mulder said with a laugh. Scully was smiling now too, giggles just below the surface. She had thought these things so many times, worked out the timing and the dates in her head over and over again in the last six months, letting the memories wash over her. It was so good to be able to share them with him now. Amazing, really. "Mulder, I know we never got a chance to talk about this, to decide what would happen if... well, I just mean," she sighed. "You haven't had any time to get used to the idea. Hell, I've had six months and I'm not used to it. But it's okay if you don't--" "No," he said. "Not now." He grabbed her hand from the bed and gave it a squeeze. "We can talk about all that later." Scully nodded, mentally chastising herself for bringing it up. It was too soon. They would deal with these things when the time came. But despite what he had said, she felt him pulling her hand toward him, pulling *her* toward him. "Let me see you," he said. Blushing, she obliged him and stood, exposing her swollen middle once again. His eyes drifted down, a new fascination in them. Warily, he reached out one hand to touch her, very gently. "My baby," he said roughly, and Scully nearly crumpled into tears again. Six months she had been waiting for this. "Yours," she whispered, her voice thick. Bolder now, he lifted his other hand to her stomach, splaying his fingers across the expanse of her abdomen. "The baby," he said. "He kicks sometimes?" Scully smiled. "Sometimes." "Will he kick now?" Mulder's eyes were hopeful, innocent. "I don't know. You'll have to ask him." "So it's a 'him.'" There was a smile on his face now. "Oh," Scully said with a laugh. "Now you want *all* the answers." "Is it?" "Do you really want to know?" Mulder thought for a moment, his thumbs rubbing softly against the fabric of her shirt. "No," he said finally. "Not yet." A gentle smile moved across Scully's lips, and she placed her hands overtop of Mulder's. Just then a soft bump moved against Mulder's left palm. His eyes shot up to Scully's. "Was that him?" She grinned. "Yeah. That was him... or her." "Tease," he said. A contented moment passed between them before Mulder yawned, removing one of his hands to cover his face. "I should go," Scully said. "No. Stay." "Mulder... it's late and you need to rest." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince. She was afraid to leave him so soon, but she was tired and so was he. "Stay with me, Scully. Just tonight." His eyes were pleading, and his hand had found its way back to her middle. "Mulder, it's against hospital regulations. I can't." "I won't tell if you won't," he said, mischief alongside the fatigue in his eyes. Scully sighed. She found that, in the end, she couldn't resist. And to be honest, she didn't want to be anywhere but by his side. She didn't ever want to let him out of her sight again. "Alright," she said. "But only for a little while." "Sure," he said. "Fine. Whatever." He was pulling her down onto the bed beside him, and she let herself be pulled, lying down to face him, her head on his pillow. One of his hands stayed on her stomach, the other clasping hers against his chest. "Good night, Scully." His eyes were falling closed already. "Good night, Mulder." She pulled the blanket up over them both and brushed the hand not clasped in his through his hair. She bent her head to kiss him gently on the forehead, then drifted, content for the first time in six months, into sleep. ~~*X*~~ Fin. ~~*X*~~