Title: Still Life
Fi's Place: http://www.nurseowens.clara.net/index.htm
Summary: Ewwww mushy babyfic! <spits>
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just pretending.
Author's note: I haven't a clue why I wrote this.
It came right out of left field and was written in
five minutes flat on a rainy Sunday night.
<shrugs, shakes head>> And I don't even *like* babies... <g>
"Did you use all the film?"
Margaret watched her daughter stare in wonder at the
"Oh yes..". A secret smile played upon her lips.
"Do you want to hold onto them? Fox hasn't seen
Scully nodded. "Thanks Mom. He should be back soon,
he said was going to get something from the car."
A tired grin spread across her face and she rolled
her eyes "..apparently it's a surprise, although I
don't know what's taking him so long. He's been gone
for over an hour!"
"Oh I'm sure he'll be here in a while, Dana".
Still smiling, her mother picked up her coat and
paused at the door, turning to gaze at the small
cot by her daughter's bed.
"I think we've had enough suprises for one day" she
whispered "I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart".
But leaving was the last thing she wanted to do
at that moment, and so she lingered a while longer,
enjoying the view.
Captivated by the photos, Scully didn't even hear her.
She began to spread the images out over the bedspread,
touching them reverently.
A small wrinkled baby, bloody and screaming.
Mulder cutting the cord, his face a mixture of fear
Mulder kissing her forehead as she held their son for
the first time.
Tiny fingers grasping her own thumb.
New born blue eyes blinking at strange surroundings...
In total, almost twenty precious moments captured
forever on film. When she came to the last image in
the envelope a large lump formed in her throat.
This one was different.
It was a picture of Mulder.
Fast asleep in an uncomfortable chair in the waiting
room with his arms around an over-sized teddy bear.
His hair was a mess and he was drooling onto the blue
ribbon around the bears' neck.
Someone had thoughtfully placed a paper sign on the
adjacent chair that read: 'New father. Do not disturb.'
There was a soft chuckle from the other side of the room.
"I thought you would like that one."
Scully looked up to find her mother leaning against the
door frame, shaking her head with uncontrollable amusement.
"He's still there, you know. Do you want me to go
and get him?"
Scully looked back at the photograph and wiped away her tears.
"No" she whispered softly, reverently touching the image with
her fingertips, "Let him sleep for a while."