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? -------------------------------------------- THE WEIRDEST DAY OF MY LIFE Written by: Erin M. Blair -------------------------------------------- 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