Title: Discombobulate (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lebontrager@harding.edu<
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. No fringe is
intended.

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Discombobulate (1/1)
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discombobulate--to bewilder

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There's a pause as he tries to form something new to say.

I wait, lingering on my last words, tasting them in my mouth, the faint
bitterness at being shoved down and pushed away for so long.

He wants to say something to refute my claims, but his head just shakes
back and forth.

What I said is the truth and now, he can't deny it.

Maybe he thought it would never, never happen. Depsite all the symptoms. .
.

"You're wrong!" 

His words explode like fireballs through the air, his eyes wide with his
own surprise.

I shake my head and sit back down in the chair, watching him stare down at
me, the look of shock etched into his face like carving to stone.

"Scully."

He sounds indignant.

As if this was something I could have prevented.

He *gave* me this.....

I shake my head again, teeth grinding as he moves away from the desk and
closer to me.

"But I. . .saw the. . .it's not possible. It was assured that you. . .you.
. ."

He seems to almost want to argue with me.

"There's nothing to deny, Mulder. I have proof. The doctor confirmed it."

He looks crushed, defeated, utterly fallen. I want to slap him.

I thought he'd take it better than this. I'm going to need him to be
strong for me.

"But, Scully. . .you're. . . .you can't have. . . "

"Mulder, stop lying to yourself. It's happened. It's here. I can't do
anything about it . . ."

"No, no. You can. . .you're going to be okay, right, Scully?"

I sigh.

He's slumped in on himself, propped up only by a meager spinal cord, his
head resting in his hands which are propped on his knees.

"I thought you couldn't. . . .couldn't. . . .it's why I did it in the
first place. . .like that."

I bite my lip, raising an eyebrow.

"It wasn't solely your decision Mulder. As far as I know, this is *my*
body."

He blushes, then shakes his head again, licking his lips as he manages to
glance up at me softly.

I stand and come closer to him, brushing a stray piece of hair from his
hooded eyes.

"I can't believe this. . ."

"Mulder. . .stop making this into something so awful. . ."

He pulls away from my touch. "This is all my fault Scully. It's all my
fault. . .I shouldn't have-"

"Mulder. Stop. This isn't your fault. This isn't something you blame on
anyone."

He blinks. My words are acidic and cold, alternately burning and freezing.

"I'm. . . I'm confused on how to feel about this."

I laugh at him gently, pushing yet another strand of hair from his eyes.
"No kidding. I am too. I didn't think it could happen."

"I should have known not to trust Them. . . I should have known."

I shake my head and take his hands in mine, pulling them from his face.

"If you had known, would you have done it differently?"

He glances up to me, sees the seriousness of this question, and how much
hinges on his answer.

"No. Nothing."

I smile, then stroke my thumbs across his palms.

"Well, then. Get ready to be a Daddy, Agent Mulder."
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end 
adios
RM
ha ha, you thought she had cancer again didn't you?

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