Chapter 19

March 15

9:35 am

St. Vincent's Hospital

Scully closed her eyes as a brief intensity of bright light flashed before her eyes. Gathering her courage, she opened them again and turned her head.

She was lying in a hospital bed, the machines monitoring her beeping all around her head. She turned her head towards the side and saw Mulder sitting there, his eyes opening up and lighting up when he saw her.

"Hey! You're finally awake." He grinned and leaned over, kissing her cheek.

"Yeah. What happened Mulder," she asked, having trouble remembering what had gone on.

"You hit your head and you were unconscious. The doctors say it isn't that bad, but that you'll be dizzy and nauseous for a few days, and that he'd like for you to stay in bed." He grinned. "You'll do anything to get out of teaching that class in Brunswick, won't you," he teased.

"Class in Brunswick," she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

"Oh, the doctor said you might not remember little details. We came down here to teach a class on X-Files at the Law Enforcement Academy in Brunswick, Georgia. We decided to stay here in Jacksonville, because it's the closest FBI headquarters to Brunswick. You don't remember," he asked.

"No, I don't. Mulder, how's Mollie," Scully asked, turning her head to look at Mollie, then back at Mulder.

"Who," Mulder asked and looked at her strangely.

"Mollie, the girl right next to me," Scully said looking back at Mollie, wondering how she knew her, she couldn't remember anything anymore.

"Scully, uh, we've never met that girl," Mulder said slowly, eyeing her.

Scully looked back at him, and shook her head. There was something she needed to remember, but she couldn't for the life of her. It was like she was in a fog, a mist.

"That concussion really made you a little loopy didn't it," Mulder grinned.

"Yeah, I guess so," Scully replied, watching the young redhead at her side embracing the boy.

Mollie looked around. Everything had gone completely black, and she should be nervous, but strangely she felt, elated, at peace.

She blinked her eyes and her pupils retracted as a bright light formed before her eyes and a faint beeping sound permeated the darkness. Closing her eyes once more, she opened them and found herself staring at a ceiling. She turned her head to the right and saw Scully lying in her hospital bed, her eyes fluttering open, as was Agent Mulder's, who was sitting by Scully's bed.

She was back in the hospital! She remembered. Kiara was dead! She wouldn't be bothered with her anymore.

Mollie watched as Scully and Mulder talked, and Scully looked over at her and then back to Mulder, a puzzled look on her face.

"Hey," a soft gentle voice said from her side. Her eyes widened at the voice and she turned towards him.

Tommy sat there, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face.

"That was a nasty bout of the flu you had there. You had me worried," he said, and touched her cheek.

Tears sprung to her eyes. How was he alive? The only explanation she could come up with was that, now that Kiara was dead, everything she had done had been reversed. She didn't care though; all she wanted to do was bask in the beauty of her Tommy.

"Hey...don't cry sweetie. It's okay. I missed you, but the doctor says you are getting better." He bent over to brush his lips to her forehead.

"I love you." Mollie's voice broke as did the dam that was holding the tears back.

"Aww, I love you too, baby."

Tommy sat down on the bed next to Mollie and gathered her up into his arms, holding her as she cried.

"My dad! Where's my dad," Mollie suddenly spoke up, questioning Tommy.

"He's down the hall, with your mom. The doctors are trying to find out why he's missing some memories. Apparently he thought I was dead, and that your mom had been missing for 10 years." Tommy smiled.

"My mom," Mollie asked, her eyes tearing up again. "My mom's with my dad?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to go get her for you?"

Mollie's mouth gaped open.

"Mollie? Are you okay," Tommy asked a little nervously.

A smile lit up her features and her green eyes sparkled with the intensity of the moment.

"Yeah. I'm great. Never better!" She laughed and leaned back into the bed.

Everything was back to normal. Everything was going to be okay now. Everything was over. She'd never have to worry again.

March 17, One year later

St. Patrick's Hospital

Dublin Ireland

"PUSH," the young dark-haired doctor yelled out, and Katie pushed with all her might.

"Alright, I can see the head, Katie, keep going, you're doing great," Katie's husband Andrew encouraged her.

With a final push, Katie felt her child slip out of her.

"It's a girl, and a beautiful one at that," the doctor cried out, wiping the baby off and placing her on Katie's stomach.

"Oh, she's absolutely beautiful," Katie cried, as she ran a finger over the girl's short red hair.

The doctor smiled and lifted the child from the mother and took her over to the nurses, who weighed her and cleaned her up, wrapping her in a blanket.

"Andrew, I'm so happy," Katie sniffled.

"I am too, Katie-dear," Andrew replied kissing her lips.

The older nurse brought the baby to them and placed her in Katie's arms.

"She's gorgeous. Have you thought of a name for her," the nurse asked, smiling.

Katie looked at the baby, then at Andrew.

"Kiara, we love the name Kiara," she replied and looked back down at her baby girl, running the back of her hand over her downy soft cheek.

Katie watched as her little Kiara yawned and blinked, and for just a moment, her eyes appeared a dark green, then turned ice blue, as they misted over...

THE END! AUTHORS NOTES: I just want to thank everyone who's put up with me this past year in writing this. Special thanks to Donna for being a good sport and being the BEST BETA EVER! You rock girl.

Also, thanks to all the readers that have stuck by me, and supported me during the hard times I've gone through. Even with all the pokes you gave me, it still took a while. Thanks for sticking with it!