All She Needs II
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk

Rating: G I think!  I can't think of 
anything too bad...

Spoilers: Requiem, but beware!  I may have 
unconsciously slipped anything from seasons 
1-7 in there somewhere!  

Keywords:  Scully angst, MSR

Disclaimer:  I don't own any of the 
characters in this story.  Except James 
Matthews.  They belong to CC, 1013 and the 
rest of the gang yadi yadi yada...Oh and I 
used them without permission.  Please don't 
sue me I'm just a child!!!!

Archive:  If you really think it's worth it 
then anywhere!  But please keep my name and 
e-mail attached!  And it would be nice if u
let me know where :)

Summary:  Ok this is the unplanned sequel to 
All She Needs so read that first!

Author's Notes: This story is dedicated to 
all the wonderful people who sent me 
feedback!  And Jill and Allison and Liz and 
Pippa and Kelly and Lily and Astrid…  Luv u 
all!!  I hope you like this but I must point 
out I did not intend at all to do a sequel 
so I am guessing this isn’t really that 
great!  I am also very aware that you’re 
supposed 2 do the weird thing with the 1/? 
Or whatever but this wasn’t planned so I 
didn’t!  Ok now that I have spent a whole 
paragraph beating up my own story I hope u 
still read it anyway!  And feedback!  LOVE 
feedback!!!!

All She Needs II

Starbuck_Jayne

"Do you mind if I sit here?"  A voice asked.  
Scully snapped back into professionality so 
quickly that she failed to recognise the 
familiarity in the tone...

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“Agent Scully?” Skinner ventured, “are you 
alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said, a little too 
pointedly.  She crossed her legs away from 
Skinner, cutting him out of the dream only 
she and Mulder were a part of.

“I thought you would want to know…”

Scully’s eyes flew up from their fixed 
position on the floor by her feet and begged 
him to tell her what she needed to hear so 
very badly.  He didn’t need to.  They both 
knew.  She rose from the bench but he caught 
her arm, pulling her back.

“Listen, Scully, you’ve dealt with these 
people before.  There is every chance he 
will be in a similar state to, well,” he 
paused awkwardly before clearing his throat 
and continuing “well a similar state to the 
one you were in after the same experience.”

“I know that,” she spoke softly, “but I also 
know Mulder…” She headed towards the car.

Upon reaching the hospital Scully could 
barely see for the mist of emotion which 
clouded her vision.  She did not know what 
to expect-what if he was dying?  What if he 
was terminally ill?  Or worst of all…what if 
he didn’t remember?  She cleared her head 
and entered the hospital, but the shock of 
what she saw caused her an almost 
instantaneous relapse.  

Standing at reception, a large bandage wound 
around his head and a cast supporting his 
left arm, was Mulder.  He argued heatedly 
with the nurse on duty there, resisting her 
pleas for him to return to his room with an 
obviously painful shake of his head.  The 
woman glanced over in Scully’s direction, 
and he followed her gaze until his eyes fell 
upon his partner.

A rare smile lit Scully’s features, as her 
step quickened to a slow run and she moved 
rapidly towards where Mulder was standing.  
He opened his arms to catch her as she was 
flung into his embrace.  Burying his face 
into her hair he inhaled a scent he had 
missed so very much.  Tears spilled down his 
cheeks as she clung to him, sobs of joy 
wracking her own body as she grasped his 
tattered shirt.  Her fingers moved to his 
neck, and there she found it…her cross, 
glinting a familiar gold under the 
fluorescent glare of the hospital lights.  
Mulder unfastened the necklace and slipped 
it back around the neck of its rightful 
owner.  It was then that, for the first 
time, the realisation dawned on him that the 
heavy coat she wore hid a swelling too large 
to be anything except…

“Scully?” he stared at her in amazement as 
she smiled and nodded.  Mulder’s amazement 
turned to delighted laughter as he laid a 
hand on her stomach.  She placed one of her 
own over his and forced his eyes to meet her 
gaze.  Using his good arm, Mulder eased a 
strand of titian hair back from her tear 
stained cheek.  He cupped Scully’s face in 
his hand and drew her lips to his own…

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Ok hope u liked!  Do let me know!  Oh and 
before you say anything bear these in mind:

1) Yes I know it would be a bit difficult 
for him not to notice she is pregnant 
when the baby is due in two weeks but 
give the guy a break!  He’s just happy to 
see Scully again!  (That and I can’t 
think of a way around it…)
2) I haven’t seen Requiem yet so sorry if I 
made any major mistakes!
3) They all lived happily ever after.  The 
end.