Dumnezeu permite razbunare (11/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 11

He'd made sure he'd been there for 
the third time she woken up, knowing 
that they'd kept her sedated until 
they were sure she would not have 
another hysterical reaction and hurt 
herself. She opened her eyes, and 
turned on her side to face him. 
"Mulder..." She reached out and 
touched his arm, waking him from his 
daydream. His head shot round and he 
fought the urge to put his hands on 
her, worried of another reaction. As 
he hesitated, she weakly tried to 
prop herself up onto her elbow, 
coughing terribly as her lungs 
protested.

"Scully? Scully are you okay?   He 
moved forward, holding her sides to 
help prop her up, overjoyed when she 
grabbed on to his bicep for support. 
When she was sitting up properly, he 
sat on the bed and continued to 
stare at her to the extent that she 
automatically put her hand to her 
face, feeling for signs of something 
he would be looking at.

"Mulder say something. Where am I?" 
She pleaded, and in an instant he 
pulled her towards him, holding her 
fiercely as his whole body shook 
with relief. Feeling his intensity, 
she bought a hand up to his hair, 
gently stroking as she whispered 
into his ear. "Mulder whats wrong? 
You're scaring me. Why are you so 
sad?"

At that he pulled away, framing her 
face with his hands. "I'm not sad." 
He managed to speak although emotion 
pulled his voice to a whisper. " I 
am officially the happiest man 
alive."

They were letting her come home 
today. There had been no more 
outbursts since the screaming that 
first day and the Doctors were happy 
that physically she had healed after 
a few days under close observation. 
Any tests from the rape kit had come 
back negative, pending a check up in 
three months time and she remembered 
nothing of the episode, nor infact 
of the last six months. Kretski had 
been kind so far but Mulder fully 
expected visits from both the 
detective and Skinner today, given 
that both were convinced they had 
the only living witness to their 
respective investigations.

She hadn't in fact spoken to anyone 
that much, save for asking when she 
could come home. She had quizzed 
Mulder at first, but his reluctance to give 
anything away had sent her straight 
to her main Doctor who had an 
obligation to tell her exactly what 
they found.  This had quietened her 
drastically, even with her own 
mother, who had encouraged her to do 
nothing but eat and listen to idle 
gossip about elderly family members 
long forgotten.  

As lovely and as loyal as Margret 
Scully was, she would not be Dana's 
rock through this, Mulder knew. She 
would need someone who did not fear 
listening to the truth.  She would need 
someone who could put their own 
needs on the back burner and leave 
their emotions at the door. That 
wasn't Maggie. Who was he kidding 
that wasn't him either. He could 
listen, and he would do what needed 
to be done, but emotion had not the 
control of action as he well knew. 
She had always been skilful in 
keeping feelings below the surface, 
when he wore his like a bright 
yellow tie. He looked over at her 
now, sitting in the passenger seat, 
staring off in to the distance. 
They'd said hardly a word since 
she'd got in the car, Mulder's small 
talk proving ineffective. Finally as 
they pulled onto the drive, he undid 
his belt and twisted round to face 
her.

"Scully, we're home." He reached out 
and shook her arm, freeing her of 
the daydream that had encapsulated 
her for most of the journey home.

"Mulder what day is it?" She turned 
and asked him.

"It's a Tuesday. Sloppy Joe night." 

"No, I mean the date. Why is dark at 
Five in the evening? In July?"

"Scully we talked about this at the 
hospital. It's not July."

"It isn't?"

"Scully you've been gone for six 
months. It's January now."

She nodded quietly, recalling the 
conversation that had occurred a few 
short days ago. There had been so 
much to take in, that very little 
had been retained, leaving her 
feeling stupid and intolerant of 
anyone who dared to remind her of 
the details. As he went round to the 
passenger side and opened the door, 
she stared at him again.

"I missed Christmas." She stated,
waiting for him to confirm.

"Well technically you did." He 
nodded. "But I didn't celebrate, so 
maybe we could have Christmas late 
huh?" His endless optimism must have 
cheered her slightly,  as she 
climbed out of the car she took his 
hand and followed him home.