Disclaimers in Part 1.
Part 04 of 11.
THE LADY FBI AGENT CAME TODAY Joanna said.
Yeah I'm perfectly aware of that. I had to talk to her remember??
OF COURSE. I HAD TO LISTEN TO YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF TALKING TO HER.
Shut up. On second thought, I don't like her either. But don't plague her
with anything. She added quickly. Why do you think she cares that I'm
talking to walls?
I DUNNO. I GUESS YOUR PARENTS CALLED HER UP AND SAID THEIR DAUGHTER WAS ACTING STRANGE AND SHE SHOULD COME AND INTERROGATE YOU. BUT... I THINK IT'S THE MALE AGENT, AGENT MULDER, WE SHOULD REALLY BE WORRYING ABOUT.
Why? He's in the hospital now, isn't he?
EXACTLY. YOU DON'T THINK PEOPLE WILL SOMEHOW CONNECT YOU TO AGENT MULDER?
Noooo.... I don't think so.
WELL... I DO.
OF COURSE. YOU WOULD BE TOO IF YOU HAD BEEN KILLED WHEN YOU WERE 12.
You were twelve? I'M twelve.
After a minute, she said slowly I KNOW.
Mulder woke up around two. He was confused and thirsty and wanted to know
where Scully was.
"Hey," She squeezed his hand. "I'm right here, G-man."
He blinked his eyes several times. "Scully," he said hoarsely. "Water."
She found the Styrofoam cup of ice chips and held out a spoonful of chips and
brought them up to his lips.
He shook his head, wincing. "Water," he demanded, his voice gravely.
"Try this first." Scully pushed the spoon into his mouth. He closed his eyes
and let them melt slowly in his mouth.
Scully shook her head. "Take it slow, Mulder." She spooned him more ice
He leaned back, exhausted. "I feel like shit," he said slowly.
"Yeah, I know."
"How could you?" he said. Despite the ice chips, his throat was painfully dry
again and he began to choke.
"Whoah, shhh." Scully quickly gave him more ice. He closed his eyes.
"Doctor Andrews is trying to get some new medicine for you. The old one wasn't
Mulder didn't respond but sank back down in the bed.
Scully watched Mulder sink back into the pillow, his eyes at half-mast. He
looked up at her, and she could see him battling to stay awake. She brushed
his bangs aside.
"Go to sleep, Mulder," she said gently. Mulder just nodded and closed his
After making sure Mulder was asleep, Scully got up and her eyes strayed to the
folders that she and Dr. Andrews had moved to the window sill. She picked them
up and one fell out.
It was the same paper Mulder had scribbled his notes on. Scully didn't know
about the connection between Katie and Joanna, but one thing Mulder wrote did
make sense. She should go find out more about Joanna's death. Glancing at
Mulder one last time, she backed out of the room. She left her cell phone
number at the nurses station so she could be reached and left.
"Yeah, I remember Joanna Wasserman. Here one week and already causing
trouble. I caught her shoplifting at the candy store."
Scully had come to the police station, hoping to find someone that would
remember Joanna and her death. She hit jackpot with Detective Linda Parks, the
officer in charge of that investigation.
"I read about that," Scully answered. "What about the day she died?"
Detective Parks nodded. "I remember that. Poor girl was just crossing the
street. She got hit dead on. Driver fled the scene. Still haven't found
him." She shook her head, then stopped in thought.
"What?" Scully asked.
"It was just a shame how her parents didn't really get too upset at the news.
In fact they seemed kind of relieved. I even got a little suspicious, but
turned up nothing. Joanna may have not been an angel, but still...."
Scully nodded, writing things in her notebook. "Think I could talk to
Parks walked to her desk and shuffled some papers, finally producing one for
Scully. "Here's their number in Texas."
"Thanks." Scully put the number in her pocket and started to leave.
"Yes?" She turned around.
"I thought you were investigating Sarah Martin's death. What does that have
to do with Joanna?"
Scully just smiled lightly. "I'm not at liberty to say."
Parks nodded. Scully breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out. That
detective just looked a little too much like Detective White.
Scully was just about to put her key into the ignition when her cell phone
rang. She put the keys down and flipped it open.
"Dr. Scully?" Scully immediately recognized the voice as Dr. Andrews. She
sat up straighter, worry furrowing her brow.
"How is he?" she asked immediately, her voice trembling a little as she spoke.
"His fever spiked up to 104. And his breathing is a bit labored. I'm
afraid that the infection may have spread to his lungs. We were able to get
his temperature down half a degree, but now he's awake and won't let us touch
him anymore until you get here."
Scully sighed. Mulder, why can't you ever listen? "I'll be there right
away." She hung up and placed her cell phone on the seat beside her. Then she
put the key into the ignition and sped off.
"Where's Scully?" It was the hundredth time Mulder had asked that question
and he still wasn't getting a straight answer.
The nurse who was poised to draw some blood just shrugged.
"She's on the way, Agent Mulder."
Mulder looked up and saw Dr. Andrews walk in. "How about letting us draw some
Mulder just shook his head. He knew they had already poked and prodded him
while he was asleep. And he wasn't happy to wake up and find, in addition to
the IV, he also had an oxygen tube under his nose. He felt like shit and
wanted everyone to leave him alone. But most of all he wanted Scully.
"Mulder, stop being a pain in the ass and let them draw blood." Mulder
smiled. He'd know that voice anywhere. Scully! He looked toward the door
and saw her standing there, not looking very happy. Mulder reluctantly let the
nurse take his arm. Dr. Andrews wrote some more on Mulder's chart and left.
Five minutes later, the nurse left as well.
"You're not happy till you have pissed off every hospital in the country, are
you?" Scully sighed and sat on the bed.
"Where did you go?" Scully sighed again. She wouldn't tell him about Katie,
but she could tell him that she went to the police station.
"I went to the police station. Talked to a detective who investigated her
death." Scully also failed to mention the likeness she had to Detective White.
Mulder laid back on the pillows and looked at her. "Guess you read my notes."
"The ones that were legible, yes." Scully smiled. "I found nothing out of
the ordinary. She was hit while crossing the street. Though her parents did
not seem to saddened by her death. Because of that they were investigated.
Came out clean." Scully conveniently left out the fact she had the Wassermans'
phone number. Tell that to Mulder and he would be on the phone in a moment.
And all she wanted him to do was rest.
"I'm surprised to see you fighting back," Scully admitted. "Doctor Andrews
says your fever went up a degree."
Mulder grimaced at that. Obviously he had been told that. Scully noted the
oxygen cannula under his nose. She knew Mulder hated those. She could also
hear him breathing a little heavier after each time he spoke. He didn't need a
long discussion now. She walked over to him, sitting next to him on what was
coming to be known as "her spot" and tucked the blankets around him closer.
"Listen. This is tiring you out. Fighting the doctor is tiring you out. We
can talk later."
Mulder looked up at her. For a minute he didn't speak. Then he nodded. "But
one more thing," he said, then pausing to take a breath.
"What?" Scully asked, hoping it wasn't about Katie. No such luck.
"Did you talk to the Martins' since I've been here? To Katie?"
"No," she lied. "Go back to sleep." She watched Mulder's eyes slip closed.
She felt bad about lying to him, but she had to. She just had to.
Scully sat by Mulder's side for a while, to make sure he wouldn't wake up
again, then went downstairs in search of a decent cup of coffee and a pay
phone. She found the coffee-- well, it was ALMOST recognizable as coffee--
without much trouble in the cafeteria, and though it wasn't exactly eligible to
be called "coffee" she drank it all and felt a little better. Now the fun
Pulling a chair up to the phone booth, she sat down and, pulling out the slip
of paper with the Wasserman's number, dialed in the numbers and charged it to
Well, Mrs. Wasserman was not the happiest thing running around on two legs.
"What do you want?" she greeted Scully cordially.
"Ah, yes. I'm Agent Scully with the FBI--"
She was cut off. "We already answered all the questions that needed to be
answered for the Rutherford Police. No, we had no part in the death of our
daughter and yes, we are devastated by her departure." She spat out the last
How did she...? Psychic ability? Jeez, I sound like Mulder! "Mrs.
Wasserman, I understand that and believe me you have my condolences on the
"Oh, get on with it."
Scully cut to the chase. "Recently, we found a piece of evidence in the study
of a murder case, the murder of a Sarah Martin, a bracelet, and we found
Joanna's fingerprints on it. Now--"
"Oh right, so now you think she's ALIVE. Am I responsible for that, too?"
Scully cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool. "Ah, no, Mrs. Wasserman.
I was just wondering if you know if your daughter ever met or had a
relationship with a girl named Katie Martin."
"Are you now suggesting my daughter was a homosexual?"
Scully ground her teeth. "Not that kind of relationship."
I'm getting nowhere! Hmm... I wonder if her husband is more cooperative...
"Is your husband home?" she said.
"Don't bring my husband into this. You know what? I don't have to talk to
you. I have to go. I'm going now, goodbye." she said brusquely.
"GOOD-bye to you too," Scully said.
When Scully entered the room, a crowd had gathered around Mulder.
"What the...?" Scully pushed through and saw Mulder thrashing around on the
"Clear out, people. Give the man some air." Doctor Andrews looked like he
was either directing traffic or herding cattle. He looked up pleadingly when
Scully came into view. "I don't know what to do with him; he's pushing away
everyone. He's gonna hurt someone."
"He's sleeping, damnit," Scully said between clenched teeth. She pushed past
Doctor Andrews and the few remaining nurses and doctors and sat on the edge of
Mulder's bed. Gently grabbing his wrists, she held them together, noticing he
had dislodged the IV. "Mulder," she said. "It's just a dream. It's okay,
shhhh." He had started to whimper and still wasn't responding to her.
His legs began trembling, then his whole body, until she could barely keep her
hold on his wrists.
"Mulder, Mulder. Shhhh, it's okay. C'mon Mulder, wake up now. It's Scully,
I'm here." As soon as she said her name his eyes shot open.
"Scully." His voice sounded awful, rusty and sore. "You're here Scully. You
"I know, shhhh." He was still shaking uncontrollably. "Relax, it's okay. It
was just a dream. It was--"
"Joanna," Mulder said. "She's it."
"Joanna," he said again, then gasped for breath.
"Okay. Relax, I'm going to get the doctor."
Scully watched him warily as she walked out of the door. Doctor Andrews was
standing right outside of it.
"His breathing is getting worse. He needs to calm down," Scully said quietly
to the doctor.
Andrews simply nodded and walked toward the nurses station. Scully walked
back into the room. Mulder was still breathing hard and gasping. Scully went
back to her place on the bed.
"Shhhh, Mulder. Relax. The doctor is going to give you something to help,"
she whispered gently.
"No more," he rasped, and paused to take a breath, "sedatives."
Scully just looked at him and stroked his face gently. The action was simple,
but it made Mulder feel a hundred times better. His breathing relaxed a little
and he found himself just staring into Scully's blue eyes. He lost himself in
Scully just whispered "it's okay" over and over. She walked Mulder calm a bit
and saw Dr. Andrews walk in behind her, a needle in his hand. Mulder didn't
seem to notice, he just stared at Scully, as if she was the only thing there.
Scully motioned with the back of her hand for Andrews to give her the needle.
Scully keep her eyes on Mulder and whispered, "it's okay" as she reattached
Mulder's IV and injected the contents of the syringe into the line.
"Joanna," he whispered, as he closed his eyes.
Scully just pushed some hair out of his face and nodded.
Scully had waited by Mulder's bedside for awhile, just watching him sleep.
Mulder still tossed and turned, even in a drugged sleep. Scully didn't want to
leave him, but Doctor Andrews insisted she should get something to eat and that
he would be fine for a couple of hours. Scully had reluctantly left Mulder's
side and grabbed a bite to eat at the McDonald's she and Mulder had dined in
their first night, then had headed to the Martins'.
Why she headed there, she didn't know. But when Mulder had said "Joanna" she
had to admit, she got chills. So she was going to prove to herself--as well as
Mulder that there was nothing going on with Katie.
Christina Martin welcomed her in warmly, asking her to sit down. Buster sat
down on the chair across from her. He had a serious expression on his face.
"Agent Scully," he began, "We're glad you came. Katie's been acting strange."
"My poor girl's talking to walls and taking geometry now," Christina muttered.
"I see," Scully said, choosing her words carefully. "Can I talk to Katie?"
"Of course." Buster walked to the stairs. "KATIE!"
Katie heard her father call her from her bedroom.
She's back, isn't she?
YES, BUT DONíT WORRY.
Easy for you to say.
DONíT WORRY IíLL TELL YOU WHAT TO SAY.
Scully heard the "coming dad!" and then Katie bounded down the stairs, landing
on the last one quite loudly. Katie stopped it front of Scully and smiled.
"Yes?" she said innocently.
"Agent Scully wants to talk to you, Katie," her father said. Katie nodded.
"Shoot." Ready? Katie directed at the walls. YEP, it echoed back.
Scully launched into the easy questions, like "What happened when Sarah
died?", and "Where were you?" and questions like that. Katie relaxed until
Scully asked her last question.
"Katie, have you ever heard of a Joanna Wasserman?"
Katie paused and looked at the walls. What?
SAY YOU HEARD OF ME FROM THE NEIGHBORS. JUST TALK.
"I heard of her. From the neighbors. Just talk though," Katie said smoothly,
crossing her fingers behind her back.
Scully noted that Katie had her hand behind her back.
"Just talk?" Scully repeated.
"Just talk." Katie looked toward the walls. I hope this works.
Scully opened her mouth to ask about it further, when she was interrupted by
her cell phone.
"Excuse me," she said as she got it out. "Scully."
"Doctor Scully, I think you ought to get down here."
Scully sighed. "What happened?"
Scully heard Dr. Andrews sigh as well. "Agent Mulder is awake and well, let's
just say, my nursing staff is threatening to quit on me."
Scully again, louder. "Okay, I will there soon. How is his health faring?"
"Not well. Fever's down to 102, but his breathing seems to be getting worse.
His lack of cooperation is not helping."
"I'll be there in ten minutes." Scully disconnected the line. As soon as she
did she could swear she heard something say "I told you so."
As soon as she walked out of the elevator, Scully knew Mulder was being a
"No! Leave me alone!" she heard from the direction she knew Mulder's room was
in. It didn't take brainpower for her to know it _was_ Mulder.
She entered the room and found Mulder thrashing about on the bed. He looked
terrible. His face was sheet white, with the exception of the red patches that
resided on his cheeks. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. He had managed to
dislodge his IV again and she saw Dr. Andrews trying to reattach it. Scully
would never forget the look of relief that Andrews gave her when she reached
Scully just smiled in return. Mulder's face light up when he saw her at his
bedside. Scully took the IV equipment from Andrews hand and said "Allow me."
Andrews shot her another grateful look and left her and Mulder alone.
"I thought he'd," Mulder wheezed, "never leave."
"I'm sure he wanted to Mulder. You're not actually the world's greatest
patient." She heard him gasping and noticed he had removed the oxygen cannula and it was sitting in his lap.
"Mulder, you shouldn't take this off," she scolded as she picked it up.
"Scully, I hate those things," he protested.
Scully just raised her eyebrows in the look she had perfected long ago. She
repositioned the oxygen cannula under his nose and pulled out the IV on his
"Yeah, Scully, now you're thinking," Mulder said grinning.
She looked up at him. "You wish. You pulled on it too much. I'll have to
start a new one."
Mulder grimaced as she slid the new needle in. Scully attached the IV and
then looked at him seriously.
"I don't know if I can ever leave you alone again," she said.
Mulder suddenly found a part of the wall very interesting. A few minutes of
silence passed between them. Finally Mulder mumbled something Scully couldn't
"What did you say?" she asked innocently.
He turned to her. "I said, I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass.
"Does that mean you will behave?"
Mulder's fever-bright eyes twinkled. "I'll try."
"Yeah, well, try hard." She got up and walked toward the window and looked
out at the sky. She didn't see any stars. Not even a tiny little sparkle.
Just like our case, she thought ruefully.
"How's the case?" Mulder voice brought Scully out of her own thoughts. She
turned to him.
"I don't know if I should talk about it," Scully said matter-of-factly.
"I'll be good," Mulder promised. A few couched escaped him then. Scully
looked on concerned.
Mulder laid back down on the pillow. "I'm ok," he reassured her. "How about
"Mulder, the case is doing just about as well as you are."
More silence passed between them.
"Well, I do have theories. But since the nurses seem to be coming with
needles a lot, I haven't really been able to think long enough. At least with
a clear head." Then he reached the hand without the IV up to his head
gingerly. "That isn't pounding."
"That's okay Mulder. I don't know if want to hear your 'theories' anyway,"
she teased. Then her face turned serious. She had to tell him something so
that he would relax a little.
"I talked to Katie today," she said quietly.
Mulder picked his head up. "And?" he asked and winced when a pain ran through
him, forcing him to put his head down.
"And, she was acting a bit.....strange," Scully admitted, hoping this won't
affect his health.
"How so?" He asked, shutting his eyes against another pain.
"Before I go on, I'm going to remind you that you are off active duty. By
order of the AD."
"I know, Scully."
"Just keep it in mind. She was answering quickly. When I asked her about if
she had heard of Joanna, she glanced at the walls, put her hand behind her
back, and said she had heard about through neighbors. 'Just talk' were her
"I was right-" Mulder started, when he suddenly gasped. He looked at Scully.
"Scu.." He couldn't even get her name out; he didn't have enough air. Scully
bolted out of the room calling for the doctor.
"What do you mean you're just gonna deprive him of air for a couple
MIND SPEAK!!! Joanna reminded her. YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU'RE CRAZY ENOUGH AS IT IS. Her voice calmed, WELL, JUST TO STOP THAT PARTNER OF HIS. SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH AND SHE'S ABOUT TO TELL IT. RELAX, I WON'T KILL 'IM
I WON'T. HERE, YOU WANT HIM TO BREATHE? YOU GOT IT
Doctor Andrews was running around flustered when Mulder started coughing.
Scully had remained at Mulder's side the whole time, trying to convince him
that breathing couldn't be THAT hard. The doctor had checked and there was
nothing blocking his passage and nothing he had choked on, but he wasn't able
to take a breath for some reason. Almost like his throat was squeezed to a
point where no air could get through. So when he started hacking and gasping
for air and his face lost the sickening blue tinge, it was a relief for Scully.
"Deep breaths," she cooed, rubbing his back to try to cease the ceaseless
He's okay, now?
WELL, NOT FULLY HEALED. HE'LL PROBABLY PASS OUT IN ABOUT A MINUTE FROM THE LACK OF OXYGEN FOR SO LONG
Wha-, whadya mean? You gave it back to him, didn't you?
YEAH, BUT MY HANDYWORK ALWAYS HAS SOME.... UH, AFTERMATH
Aftermath. Wonderful. Katie leaned back against the wall. Will he be
okay, though? No brain damage or anything?
NO, NO, NO. I'D NEVER DO ANYTHING PERMANENT. WELL, NOT UNLESS YOU ASK ME TO. JUST ENOUGH TO STOP THE TRUTH FROM GETTING TO HIM
"The truth..." Katie said aloud, quietly.
After several terrible moments of hacking and gasping to get his air back, on
the verge of hyperventilation, Mulder passed out. It was probably for the
Doctor Andrews and Scully fell back, exhausted, in the visitor's chairs.
"Doctor Scully, I don't know what to do," Andrews admitted. "I've never seen
anything like it. I think..." He took a deep breath then puffed it out in
slow intervals. "I think we're just going to have to tough it out, wait for it
to pass. It doesn't seem to.... well, yes, it IS getting worse, but any
medication I try just makes his fever spike. I just don't think--"
Scully put a hand over his. "It's okay. I have a feeling this virus is a
bit... out of the ordinary." She leaned back in her chair, squinting intently
at the wall, and appeared to be in deep thought.
End Part 04 of 11.