Title: The Weirdest Day of My Life
Author: Erin M. Blair
E-Mail: eblair@sonic.net
Classification: SHRA--Story, Humor, Romance, Angst
Content: Scully POV. Mulder/Scully UST.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: One Son.
Archive: OK to archive at: Gossamer,
EMXC, Xemplary, and Scullyfic Improv. Others:
ask me first. Please forward to ATXC.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Chris Carter
owns them.
Summary: A journal entry from Scully's diary
explores what happened on a certain day after
the events from "One Son." What will she
discover about her relationship with Mulder
and those around her?
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THE WEIRDEST DAY OF MY LIFE
Written by: Erin M. Blair
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May 15, 1999
Dear Diary,
Ever had one of those days when strange things
kept happening over and over again? The kind of
day which you don't want to relive again and
again?
I had one of those days.
It started like any other day, I suppose, after
I dressed for work wearing my usual creamy white
blouse and black pants with a matching black
jacket. I recently bought this outfit to replace
the outfit I'd lost in Antarctica. I know its the
most boring outfit I owned, but Mulder loves
it because he can actually see me.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I
walked into the basement office wearing a Stevie
Nicks evening gown complete with scarves, four inch
thigh high heels with much cleavage. What would be
Mulder's reaction if he saw me wearing that outfit?
Would his jaw drop open? Would he love it?
But no - I don't wear the outfit.
My blue eyes glance over at my desk diary, and I'd
noticed what I planned for today. I have to go to
work, go to a gynecologist appointment, reserve a
copy of Thomas Harris's "Hannibal" at amazon.com. and
then I have to visit Mulder at the hospital.
I knew this was going to be a long day.
After I brushed my shoulder-length auburn hair and
put the finishing touches of my makeup, I sat down
at my computer and dialed into my America Online
account. I opened up the web browser to Amazon.com
and I pre-ordered the book before the release date
in a couple of months. It should be a good book, and
I can relate to Clarice Starling. She reminds me so
much of myself: Smart, tough, and not a victim.
Then I shut down the computer to look at the day's
events:
9:00 to 1:00 Work.
2:00 OB-GYN appointment for an exam.
Ever since my abduction and my cancer, I had been
having monthly visits with my gynecologist to see
if there's any more damage to my female tissues. You
can never be too careful these days especially since
I still don't have a clear memory of what was done
to me.
I could remember the semi pleasurable feeling I had as
I remember my last gynecological exam. I recalled watching
my gynecologist admistering the KY Jelly on the speculum
which was a device to view the cervical area. It
was time after being frustrated at Mulder for not
believing in me especially after I told him about
Diana Fowley's actions in Europe.
He didn't believe me.
I was absolutely furious with him which has dissipated
over time. A few days later, he told me we were going
to Arcadia for a case where we're going to pretend we're
a married couple. He gave me a really adorable "please
forgive me, Scully" look in those deep hazel eyes of his,
and it calmed me down somewhat. After that, I couldn't
stay mad at him.
After closing my datebook, I went to work.
Usually Mulder's there when I walked into the basement
office, but not today. I always enjoy our debates to
reach an agreement of combating his wild theories
with mine based in scientific knowledge.
Since he's at the hospital, I decided to catch up
on some paperwork which consists of typing up case
notes and theories for our latest case.
As I was finishing up typing, I wondered how Mulder
was dealing with a case of mononucleosis. He wasn't a
good patient by any means. I can contest to that! He always
drives doctors and nurses crazy with his antics. He protests
when his skin is pricked by needles under the medical
staff's watchful eyes.
I'm his personal doctor which amuses some nurses, but I
know why he views me in that way. He trusts me. In fact,
I'm his emergency next of kin as well as his witness when
we'd written our living wills together.
When I was reading his medical chart, I heard that Diana
Fowley was here too. Like Mulder, she had mononucleosis
too. The doctor said, "Ms. Fowley and Mr. Mulder have
coinciding cases of mono."
Another doctor whistled. "I bet they kissed."
Kissed?
Mulder and that Fowl Witch kissed? Did I hear right? There
must be a logical explanation for their coinciding illnesses.
I asked Mulder about it a bit later, but he didn't admit
to anything.
Later I tried again with some success. "Did you kiss
her, Mulder?"
He gave a sigh. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Scully, *she* kissed me. *I* didn't kiss her. She gave
me mono!" He paused. "You're right, Diana's evil." He
gave me a rueful smile. "I'm sorry."
"Apologies accepted," I told him as I returned the smile.
At least, we're on the same page.
For now.
After work, I went to my appointment. As I put my clothes
on for the results of the new tests on my ovaries, the doctor
came in with a smile. "Good news?"
The doctor nodded. "You know all those recent tests I
ran on your ovaries?"
I nodded. "Yes?"
"There has been medical advancement in the field of gynecology
recently, and our tests for infertile woman have greatly
improved so they can conceive."
"What does this have to do with me?" I asked, getting rather
impatient.
"According to the tests, you still have an ovary filled with
ova."
"I thought I couldn't conceive," I murmured softly. "Does
this mean I could get pregnant normally?"
"You'll have a chance now to conceive. There might be risks
involved especially dealing with the cancer."
My doctor's right. It would be a risk to conceive a child
especially under the circumstances.
Now I know the truth: They didn't steal all of my ova as
I thought previously.
With these thoughts in my head, I left the examination
room to head over to the hospital for the visit with Mulder.
I know I should tell him, but I have all these thoughts
concerning the news. I know I should be happy, but what
happens if the remaining ova have abnormalities? What would
I do?
I didn't know. but I do know there's hope for me.
I turned the knob to walk into Mulder's room but I heard
him speak in a low tone. He said these words: "Scully's
great, but I sure hope she doesn't find out what I've done."
I sat down in a chair and looked at him. "Mulder, its me."
"Scully!" Mulder examined, a bit frightened since I interrupted
his lively conversation.
"You don't have an imaginary friend, do you?" I inquired, in
a teasing tone.
"I don't have one, Scully."
I grinned. "Mulder, you can't fool me. I heard you talk
to someone who wasn't there..."
"How was your appointment?" Mulder asked. I could tell he
wanted to change the subject.
"Mulder..."
"Scully, I don't want to talk about it."
"I just want to know who your friend is."
"All right, but don't tell anyone this. Do you promise me?"
"I promise," I said.
Mulder drew a deep breath. "When Samantha was taken, I
developed an imaginary friend. I was lost and lonely,
and I needed someone to talk to. My parent weren't
any helped, and I stopped talking with my other friends."
"Who was this new friend?"
"She's nice, and she looks like you, Scully."
"Me? You envisioned me?" I inquired, as I fingered
the navy blue material on the chair. I couldn't
believe the truth of his statement. He pictured
and imagined me before he even met me. How could
this be? What does this mean for our relationship? I
looked at Mulder, who was waiting for me to finish
talking. "I don't know what to say, Mulder, but I'm
glad you envisioned me." I gave him a bright smile
and tenderly stroked his brown hair.
A moment of electricity flashed between us, but
neither of us took advantage of it.
Mulder looked at me, not sure if I should take
the next move, but for some reason, he doesn't
take it. I don't know why, but he probably
decided against changing our relationship. "Can
you please tell me about the appointment?"
I nodded. "There's a chance I can have a baby.
A very slim chance. The doctor found a few eggs
in one of my ovaries."
"That's good, Scully."
"I know."
"There's hope for you to have a baby," Mulder
said with a smile. He paused. "I hope we have
a chance too."
"We will."
I'm sure we will.
Diary, it was the most weirdest day of my life. However,
the day events showed me there's a rainbow overlooking
the landscape.
I need to find the rainbow and hold onto it.
End of Story.
Author's Notes: This story was for the Scullyfic
Improv with the following items: a tube of KY Jelly,
an imaginary friend, Dana Scully dressed in Stevie
Nicks evening wear with scarves, 4-inch thigh-high
boots and mucho cleavage, a copy of Thomas Hardy's
Hannibal, and Mulder and Fowley coming down with
coinciding cases of mononucleosis. I had two extra
items, but didn't use them because either I couldn't
fit them into the story and I already had five.
I was going to use an omnipresent third person POV,
but I decided to go for a Scully POV -- it's a passage
from her diary. I thought it would be a very creative
and fun something I'd lacked during this week.
The main theme of the story was about Scully's discovery
she still has some ova, but instead of making it very
sappy like "Discovery of Hope", I'd written it as she
still continued to question the knowledge. Since I'd written
my first story, I'd seen numerous takes on that scenario
where Scully's excited to discover she can have children. The
more I thought about, the more I began to question her reaction.
I have no idea how Scully would react, but I feel she would
question it in some sort of scientific way. As for her *not*
telling Mulder the truth of her discovery, she's guarded. She
doesn't know if the ova left in her are even viable or if she
could have a normal pregnancy especially dealing the
uncertainties from her abduction and cancer.
This story will be going through several changed before
releasing this everywhere. For example, I'll be continuously
editing, changing the title, and expand the ending.
THANKS/DEDICATIONS: I would like to thank Shari for
letting me take part in the ScullyFic Improv. It's been
fun.
To Shari and Jill for creating Scullyfic.
To Dasha for letting me know the correct usage
of the gynecological lubricant. I thought it
was the same kind of thing for treating
problems of the vagina.
To Joey, Tanya, Lisa, Sam, Stephie, and Alli for
continuing to support me.
I would also like to thank all of my friends who supported
me during this week. Without you, I don't know what I would
have gone.
Another person I would like to thank is my
brother, Mark, who gave me a pep talk throughout
this entire week. Thanks Mark!
Feedback: Only nice, constructive criticism
please. Flames would be used to line my cat,
Mischief's litter box and will laugh at your
expense. As Mulder said in "Arcadia": "Bring
it on!" Send to: eblair@sonic.net
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- Erin Blair
- eblair@sonic.net
- "And if I quit now, they win."
- from the X-Files: Fight the Future Movie