Title: Nova

Author: Angel

Feedback: Please! I love every but of it!

Classification: MSR, Colonization fic. (If I say anymore I’d give it all away!)

Spoilers: All the way up to 7^th season finale but NOT including even though nothing much is really mentioned.

Rating: NC-17 (for some parts-very mild consensual sex- but to be safe!) Others are probably PG-13 or so for naughty words and implied naughty stuff =).

Summery: The inevitable happens. Mulder has planned ahead and now does everything in his power to keep Scully safe.

You MUST read all parts to understand! Available at Ephemeral and my home page.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Characters are property of Fox, 1013, ect. No money is being made. No infringement is intended. A few poems and songs are used without permission, names of authors are given. Prayers which I did not write, and I don’t know who wrote are included in some areas.

Homepage: (to find missing parts and sooner or later the completed version, also posted at Ephemeral)

A HUGE thanks to Evie my beta reader! Nova would never be doing this well, or going as fast, without her help! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Umm… one more! Thank you!

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"Baby don’t look up, the sky is falling." Tori Amos

(43/?)

Day 237 (continued)

The sharp nudge in Scully’s womb caused her to gasp. Another followed as the scalpel slipped and cut into her neck. The scalpel dropped with the ground with a clatter as her hands flew to her stomach, feeling the motions of her child inside and out.

"Oh thank God." She whispered through tears of relief and joy.

"Scully." She heard Mulder’s frantic voice as he entered the room.

All in the moment reality flooded her mind.

"What’s wrong?" Mulder tilted her gaze from the floor to him. Scully cried a little harder at the look in his eyes. So full of worry and love.

Wordlessly Scully pulled his hands from her face and pressed them against her stomach.

The relief that washed over him was visible. Mulder’s eyes closed as Scully pulled his head to her chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him to her.

Scully could feel Mulder’s tears seeping through her shirt and landing hot on her skin, yet he was silent. She wove her fingers into his hair and pressed her lips to his head, letting her tears fall into his hair. After a moment he smiled up at her, it quickly faded to pure fear. Scully watched in confusion as he reached a hand up to her neck. His fingertips skimmed over her skin, sliding slightly. Pulled his hand between them Scully saw her blood glistening. "You-?"

"No." She said quickly. "I didn’t- I was going to…. But the baby kicked… I only cut myself."

His eyes closed in relief as he lowered his head down to nuzzle the space between her breasts and her swollen belly. "Thank God." He whispered brokenly.

"I’m sorry." She whispered after a few long moments.

Mulder slowly raised his wet eyes to her, unable to take his hands from the movement inside her body.

"I’m so sorry." Scully repeated. "I… I don’t know what I was thinking."

"You were just trying to do what you thought would be the best for our baby." Mulder defended her from herself.

Scully looked away from him. "It would be better… But I don’t think I can do it."

Mulder raised himself up on his knees more. "Then don’t."

She looked at him with a sad smile. He sounded so hopeful. "I don’t know if I can live like this." Her voice was a distant whisper. At his confused shake of his head she went on. "Never trusting myself. I don’t know when I won’t have control. What if one time I have a calling and you aren’t there to stop me?" Scully didn’t wait for him to answer, she was only thinking out loud. Mulder had no answers for her questions, she didn’t expect him too. "What would happen if next time I go into labor?" Her eyes closed at the horrible thought of such a thing happening.

"Hey." Mulder said softly to get her attention. Sliding one hand from her waist he cupped her jaw lightly. "You could ask what ifs until you are blue in the face, we both could. But that isn’t going to help or answer any questions or make us feel any better about the callings." He broke their gaze for a moment to look off in thought. "I think- I know what would be best for you, and me and most importantly our child, is if you leave that chip in as long as you can." He returned his eyes to hers steadily. "But if the callings get worse, if they happened more often," his voice broke at just the thought of what he was saying, "Then the only thing to do would be to take out the chip."

Scully nodded quickly then was distracted by a particularly hard kick and laughed softly as she guided his hand to the area under attack.

Mulder rubbed his palm over the spot for a moment before looking up at her. "Let’s go back to bed. We’ve both had a few long days."

Nodding in agreement she touched his cheek to bring his mouth up to hers for a languid kiss. Pulling away she rested his forehead against his. "Can you wait for me outside. I need to do something."

He nodded before pressed his lips to hers again. Then down onto the top of her stomach. As he stood Mulder ran his hand down her arm, not wanting to break contact with her just yet.

Scully waited until she heard the door click shut gently before she began to cry silently again. It felt wonderful to be crying for hope and joy, instead of guilt and fear. But she was still afraid, very afraid. Her mind, no matter how hard she tried, still raced with questions and worries. Part of which she knew was a normal part of pregnancy. But she was so afraid of herself, which was such unusual feeling. Never before did she have to fear herself. Never before was she unable to control her own mind.

She shook her head forcefully. "Enough of that." She told herself out loud. Worrying will only make you age faster, as her grandmother always said. And Scully planned on living a long time.

In the silence of the Church at this hour was easy to focus her mind on reality. On being logical.

Scully ran a hand down her belly. "Let’s go see Daddy, baby." She whispered as she stood and walked down the short aisle to the door.

Mulder was leaning against the wall, he pushed himself to standing as Scully walked out. "Ready?"

Tucking her hair behind her ears Scully leaned into his side. "Yes."

With his hand on the small of Scully’s back he walked her to their room.

Notes: The fat lady hasn’t sung yet folks.