Title: Requiem Revisited
Author: Vickie Moseley
Spoilers: Requiem, slight reference to En 
Ami, Emily/Christmas Carol and Je Souhaite 
Summary: For After The Fact. This is how I 
would have ended Requiem. You'll notice a 
slight variation from Mr. Carter's version.
Category: V A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters belong to David 
and Gillian, the music belongs to Mark Snow, 
the visuals belong to Kim Manners. Carter 
came up with the script. I'm not making any 
money off any of it.
Archives: After the Fact, anywhere else 
with permission
Comments: I just had to do this one. It 
needed to be done. Let me know what you 
think.

Requiem Revisited
By Vickie Moseley
vickiemoseley1978@yahoo.com

Northeast Georgetown Medical Center

The tap on the door startled her. She 
looked up, expectantly, hopefully and met 
him with her best smile.

"Hey, I thought this was my room," he joked, 
trying to hide his fear and anxiety with his 
usual self-depreciating humor.

"I knew I recognized the wallpaper," she 
returned. "Mulder, I have to talk to you," 
she said breathlessly.

"I have to talk to you, too, Scully. 
Something happened, something . . ." He 
looked out the window, searching for an 
answer. An explanation. Anything he could 
hang on to. "Scully . . ."

"Mulder, this is really important," she 
interrupted. Her comment brought him up 
short. Of course, her news was more 
important. She was the one suddenly rushed 
off to the hospital. She was the one he'd 
been desperate to get back to, even when it 
meant leaving off what had been a search and 
rescue mission.

He sat down on the edge of her bed and took 
her hand. Lifting it to his lips, he placed 
a gentle kiss on her knuckles. "I'm all 
ears," he said softly. Then he bit his lip 
in anticipation of her next words.

She could see his anguish, could feel the 
tension on his body as he sat so close to 
her. She hoped her news would result in a 
different reaction, a better reaction than 
the one she was seeing.

"I'm pregnant." It seemed so much easier 
when she had practiced it during the three-
hour wait for his flight to touch down. Her 
voice cracked and a tear slid down her 
cheek. Why she was crying was unknown to 
her, she just felt torn at the seams, 
stretched beyond endurance.

His jaw dropped immediately. For several 
seconds she wasn't positive he was still 
breathing.

"Mulder. Are you going to say something?"

"Are you sure?" he croaked, his voice 
cracking almost as badly as hers had."

She was hoping for something a little more 
upbeat, but at least he was sitting with her 
and not running for the door. She knew why 
he was uncertain, it could very easily be a 
false positive. "The doctor did the test 
twice. He's certain. So certain, in fact, 
that he's scheduled a sonogram for this 
afternoon to determine my due date."

At that, his face underwent the most 
intricate transformation. At first it 
appeared to be pain but fast as lightning 
segued into disbelief and finally joy.

"But, I thought . . . the doctors said . . . 
I thought . . . you said . . . Scully, how?"

She was laughing and crying at the same time 
now. "I know, I know. I can't tell you, 
Mulder. We haven't used birth control since 
we started, you know," she said, suddenly 
feeling like she was in high school and had 
just announced the same news to her prom 
date.

She was just a little afraid that he wasn't 
as happy as she was but then he grabbed her 
shoulders and pulled her into a fierce 
embrace. "Ah, Scully. I prayed, I really 
prayed this would happen. I was positive 
God would never listen to me, but I thought 
I'd give it one more shot. I can't believe 
it worked. I just can't believe it."

She kissed his neck and jaw. "You prayed, 
Mulder? You?"

He nodded and pulled back just far enough to 
meet her gaze. "Yeah, do you believe that? 
Must be an X file," he teased. Tears were 
starting to leak from his eyes and she 
reached up and wiped them with her thumb. 
He did the same to her. Then he leaned over 
and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

"How long have you been pregnant?" he asked, 
stroking the hair back from her face where 
the tears had caused locks to stick at her 
cheeks.

"The doctor thinks about 5 weeks, 6 at the 
outside."

A shadow passed over his eyes that only she 
could see. "Mulder? What are you 
thinking?"

"Definitely 6 weeks? Not possibly 8?" His 
voice had grown tense and she wondered what 
he was getting at. Then it came to her. 
Two months before she'd gone off with their 
worst enemy, and at least 12 hours of her 
time with the smoking man was unaccounted 
for.

"Mulder, you don't think . . ." Her voice 
was now breaking for another reason and it 
was plainly fear.

He saw how deeply his own fears were 
affecting her and knew he had to alleviate 
her anxiety. He shoved his own panic to the 
back of his mind where he could take it out 
and examine it without her present. 
Quickly, he plastered on his most sincere 
loving smile.

"No, Scully, no. I don't think that. 
Ignore me, it was a long flight. I'm just 
buying trouble and I refuse to drag you with 
me. No, if the doctor said 5 weeks, well 
then, it's 5 weeks." His Cheshire cat grin 
appeared on his face, if just a bit forced. 
"Which means this baby is probably going to 
come out groovin' to 'I'm All right'," he 
crooned decidedly off key.

She shook her head at him. "Mulder, if this 
baby wants to grow up to be a caddy . . ." 
she warned in a low rumble of a voice.

"We'll be damned proud of him . . . or her," 
he finished and gave her another quick hug. 
"Wow. Guess we have a lot to talk about 
then, huh?"

"And we have to talk to Skinner, too. I 
would like to keep working as long as poss--
." She noticed that at the mention of their 
boss' name, her partner's face went pale. 
"Mulder, what were you going to tell me when 
you came in?"

"So what happened?" he wanted to change the 
subject as quickly as possible. "Why did 
you collapse?"

"What were you going to tell me? Mulder, 
where's Skinner?" she asked anxiously, her 
eyes darting toward the door. "Didn't he 
come back with you?"

"You haven't answered my question, Scully. 
Why did you collapse? Are you OK? The 
baby?"

"My blood pressure was a little low. I'm a 
touch anemic. The doctor has me on iron 
treatments, I'm fine, the baby is fine. 
Now, where is the Assistant Director?" The 
last was not a request as much as it was a 
demand for information.

His chin dropped to his chest and his voice 
broke with tears. "Oh, God, Scully, I did a 
horrible thing. I can't believe it 
happened. I didn't know what to do." He 
was crying now and she was having a hard 
time understanding him.

She pulled him to her and let her hand rub 
his back. "Mulder, what happened? You can 
tell me. You have to tell me."

He pulled back and tried to draw a breath 
through his clogged nose. "I lost him, 
Scully. We went into the forest, the forest 
where Billy Miles took Theresa seven years 
ago. We were right in the same area, 
looking for clues. I was placing laser 
beams, so we could map the place out. I 
heard something behind me and then when I 
turned around there was a light, a bright 
light. And he was gone." 

His voice broke on the last word and his 
face crumbled. "Scully, I lost him. I 
searched and searched, I called the county 
sheriff and we searched for hours. That's 
where I was when Frohike called me. He told 
me you were taken here and I got on the 
first plane out. I just called Oregon a few 
minutes ago. Skinner isn't the only person 
missing. All told about 20 people are gone. 
No trace. Vanished."

His rambling diatribe over, he slumped 
against her shoulder again. "Thank God I 
didn't let you go with me. Thank God you 
weren't there. But Scully, just because it 
didn't happen this time . . ." He pushed 
away so her could look in her eyes. She saw 
his fear and sorrow so plainly. "I can't 
lose you now. I can't lose you and . . ." 
His hand fell to her stomach and he rubbed 
in lightly. "Not this. I won't lose this."

She took her finger and lifted his chin so 
that he was looking directly into her eyes. 
"Mulder, the only way to ensure my safety is 
to find Skinner. We both know that. If it 
could happen to him, it could happen to me 
tomorrow or you or anybody. They aren't 
just taking abductees, Mulder. Skinner was 
never abducted."
 
"Unless it was something he never told us. 
Maybe even something he'd blocked out. When 
he was in country, when he was shot. He 
should have died in the jungle, Scully, but 
he didn't. Maybe they took him then." 
Mulder sighed, biting his lips between his 
teeth. "But you're right. I have to find 
him. I have to do everything in my power to 
find him."

"We. Not I, we have to find him," she 
corrected.

He shook his head emphatically. "No, 
Scully. And I won't argue with you on this. 
I will not allow you to put yourself in 
danger. Not anymore. If that's a problem, 
tell me now and we'll have it out right 
here, but I will not budge on this. That 
child you're carrying is one half mine and I 
intend to keep both of you safe. Even if it 
means wrapping you in cotton quilt batting 
and locking you in the closet for nine 
months."

She started to get angry, but that only set 
his expression even harder. This was a 
breaking point, she could see that. Given a 
little reasonable thought, she knew he was 
right. She couldn't tilt windmills now, not 
for a while, at least. This was all part 
and parcel of the deal. Slowly, her anger 
receded and she reached for his hand. 
"You'll let me help you, in the background?"

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed 
it gently. "Nobody else is gonna do it, 
Scully. It's you and me, just like always. 
Just this time, I'm out and you're in. 
That's the only change."

"I'll miss being out," she sighed.

"You'll be sick of hearing my voice on your 
cell phone," he teased. "And of having me 
around all the time when I'm here. If you 
want me around, that is," he said shyly.

"I want to keep close tabs on you, Agent 
Mulder. I think you need to start spending 
every waking hour somewhere that I can 
monitor your activities," she said with a 
raised eyebrow that invited his objections, 
or not.

He grinned slyly. "Would this 'close 
monitoring' occur in Georgetown or 
Alexandria?"

"Maybe we should consider a neutral 
territory. Somewhere new, different, 
larger. Let's talk about it later."

He sat on the edge of the bed for a few more 
minutes, just kissing her knuckles. "So, 
when are they springing you from this 
place?"

She closed her eyes and leaned back against 
the pillows. "Tonight, if my blood count 
comes back looking better. Tomorrow morning 
at the outside."

"Then I'll see you later. I need to get to 
the office, see what I can find out," he 
told her, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"Mulder, you go nowhere without consulting 
me first," she warned.

"I wouldn't think of it. Call me if the 
doctor agrees to let you go earlier. Hell, 
just call me. I love to hear your voice."

She grinned at him, then got very serious. 
"Are you OK with all this, Mulder? The 
baby?"

He nodded, hoping she didn't catch the 
momentary clenching in the pit of his 
stomach. 

"I'm very OK with this, Scully. I'm over 
the moon. Where else would I be?"

He couldn't tell her, ever, just how scared 
he really was.

The end.