TITLE: Transmigration SPOILER WARNING: Redux II RATING: Oh, let's call it NC-17, just to be safe. CONTENT WARNING: Character death (no, it's not M or S, if that makes any difference). Also, it is possible that some might feel this qualifies as baby fic. CLASSIFICATION: SRA; MSR SUMMARY: Nothing vanishes without a trace. NOTE: Despite the similarity in titles, this story is in no way related to "Transfiguration". TRANSMIGRATION by Brandon D. Ray UCLA Medical Center 6:32 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time "Move it move it move it!" the paramedic cried as she and her partner wheeled the gurney down the hall and into Trauma Room 3. The portable heart monitor hanging from the side of the cart beeped erratically as the body it rested next to struggled for life They shoved the gurney up next to the waiting hospital bed. The paramedic dropped the side rail on the trauma unit bed, then grabbed the gurney's bottom sheet. Her partner already had his hands positioned under the patient's body from the other side. "On three!" she said sharply. "One two three!" The patient's body slid quickly and smoothly onto the bed. With swift, nimble fingers, the paramedic disconnected the portable monitor's leads from the contacts pasted to the patient's body, replacing them seconds later with identical leads coming from the hospital's own equipment, while her partner transferred the IV bags and switched the patient over to the hospital's oxygen supply. The paramedic and her partner then stepped back out of the way as the trauma unit staff clustered around the bed. Her partner had called report to the nursing staff over the radio on the way in; now there was nothing more that either of them could do. <> the paramedic thought sadly. <> Even after three years in this job, it still got to her sometimes, and car accidents were the worst, she'd long ago decided. A car full of people, full of life and energy, on their way to a ballgame, or a wedding, or just on their way home from work -- then all in an instant, twisted, scorched metal and mangled bodies. A single tear trickled down her cheek. "Hey, Mary," her partner said softly. "Buck up, girl. We did everything we could." "I know, Russ," she said quietly, making no move to wipe away the tear. "But it wasn't enough this time. And I hate when that happens." "Me too," he agreed. # # # DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 9:32 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time "Move it move it move it!" Fox Mulder shouted. "Come on, Hot FBI Woman! Move it!" Laughing merrily, Dana Scully took the steps two at a time, beating her partner to her apartment door by half a step. She leaned up against the door, still laughing and gasping for breath, and fumbled in her purse for the key. "Gotcha!" Mulder declared, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug and planting a kiss at the base of her neck. "Gotcha!" Scully felt a tingle of pleasure race down her spine, a promise of more to come. "Mmm," she replied, tilting her head to give him better access. "And just what are you planning to do to me now that you've got me?" "Oh, horrible things," he assured her, mumbling the words against her neck. "Horrible things." "Why Agent Mulder!" she murmured. "I do believe that your intentions are not entirely honorable." She closed her eyes in pleasure as her partner continued ministering to her neck, and added, "I hope." "Count on it, lady," he growled. "Oh, good." She continued to lean against the door while he nuzzled her for another pair of minutes, before finally pushing him gently away. "Come on, Lothario," she said. "Let's get inside where we can explore your intentions in the detail they deserve." # # # UCLA Medical Center 6:46 p.m. PDT Mary winced in sympathy as the trauma unit doctor hurriedly jabbed a needle into the carotid artery at the base of the patient's neck. "Dammit, her pressure's dropping!" the doctor said. "Get me 25 percent albumin, stat!" Mary and Russ stood quietly in the corner of Trauma 3, their presence completely forgotten. Mary knew that they should be going through the transfer routine: Photocopying their paperwork, drawing fresh linens from the ER storeroom to replace the ones they were leaving here, calling in to dispatch to report their availability, and all the rest. But she just couldn't. Somehow, in the few minutes it had taken to pull this woman from the wreckage of her Ford Taurus, Mary had become emotionally involved, and she had to see this through. For the thousandth time she thanked whatever gods had been responsible for pairing her with Russ. He always seemed to be able to sense her moods without her having to say a thing, and he was equally adept at finding the right thing to say or do in any situation. Now he just stood quietly next to her, letting his arm brush lightly against her, giving her just enough contact to keep her anchored in the world, while not interfering with her necessary agony. One of the clerical staff arrived in the room at a dead run, and handed the doctor in charge a slim medical record. Hurriedly, the doctor riffled through the pages, then tossed it on the table next to the patient's bed. Apparently there was nothing of use to him in those pages. Mary could have told him that; nothing was going to be of any use. She was sure of it. "Okay, there's no advanced directive," the doctor snapped. "Let's get ready to intubate her!" Mary closed her eyes in sorrow. <> she thought. <> She wanted to step forward and object, but she knew that they would ignore her. They had to do what they had to do. It was a gruesome caricature of a sacrament. # # # DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 9:46 p.m. EDT <> Scully thought happily. <> She and Mulder lay sprawled on her bed, limbs intertwined, each trying desperately to outdo the other in the administration of pleasure. In a few more minutes, she knew, she would be completely beyond coherent thought. <> she thought. For the thousandth time, she thanked whatever gods were responsible for pairing her with this man. What had started as a simple professional partnership had blossomed with exquisite inevitability into a love affair. <> she thought. <> She looked up into Mulder's eyes, and drew in her breath at the naked desire she saw there -- desire which she knew was matched in her own eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue aggressively exploring his mouth. Then she was shuddering in a premonition of intercourse as he returned the favor, his tongue probing, licking, caressing. Finally, she broke the kiss and gasped for breath as she looked again into his eyes. If anything, they were even darker with desire than they had been before, and this in turn drove her to greater levels of arousal. "I love you so much," she whispered. "Oh, god I love you." "I love you, too, Scully," he replied, and her entire body shivered at the tender sacrament of his words. # # # UCLA Medical Center 7:02 p.m. PDT "Flatline!" The tempo in Trauma 3 had steadily increased, the medical staff working in a controlled frenzy, moving through the familiar, horrifying ritual, and none of it was doing any good at all. Now the defibrillator was being wheeled forward, as a doctor and a nurse began to perform CPR on the inert form lying on the table. Lubricant was smeared on the paddles, and a warning buzz sounded throughout the room. Somebody shouted, "Clear!" and for an instant everything else stopped as the body jerked and spasmed on the table. Mary closed her eyes; she couldn't watch, she couldn't take it. <> She heard a disturbance, and Mary opened her eyes. Another man had entered the room, and was now arguing with one of the nurses. He was tall and lean, with bushy black eyebrows and salt-and-pepper hair, and his craggy features were twisted in agony. "I'm sorry, sir, but you can't come in here!" the nurse was insisting. "But this is my daughter!" Suddenly, Mary had something she could do. She stepped forward, saying quietly to the nurse, "Let me handle this, Shelley." The other woman stepped aside, and Mary turned her attention to the man in the doorway. As she stepped close to him, she noticed the acrid smell of tobacco smoke. "Sir," she said softly, "you can't be here right now. The doctors need room to work, and they need not to be distracted." Her words seemed to have a calming effect on him, but still he was peering over her shoulder, trying desperately to see what was happening. <> Mary thought. <> Trying desperately to capture his attention, Mary said, "Sir, if your daughter is to have any chance at all, you MUST allow the doctors to do their job. She's in the very best of hands, but we have to give them room." She continued speaking to the stranger, in a low, caressing tone of voice, and finally, he allowed himself to be led out of the room. # # # DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 10:02 p.m. EDT Scully was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. Everything was perfect; everything was right: The strong, salty flavor as she licked and nibbled on Mulder's shoulder; the pungent, musky smell of their mutual arousal; the burning, tingling feeling wherever he touched her; the sound of their soft, mumbled endearments and inarticulate moans mingling together; the sweet, sweet vision of indescribable pleasure on his face. She wanted him so badly; she wanted him now. There was a terrible, wonderful ache in her very center, and Mulder was the only one who could fill it. "M-Mulder," she gasped. "Oh, Mulder. I need you. Oh, I need you. I need you now!" She looked up into his eyes again, and again she saw her own desire there, mirrored and transformed and returned to her a hundred fold. "Now, Mulder! I need you now!" she repeated. He rolled off of her, and her entire body seemed almost to cry out in an agony of frustration at the loss of contact as she watched him fumbling in the nightstand for a contraceptive. As his trembling fingers were about to rip open the little foil package, Scully felt a sudden epiphany, like a blinding flash of light, and her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "No!" she whispered. He looked back at her, his eyes a mix of surprise, confusion and desire. "Scully?" he asked. "What --" She pulled him back next to her and then rolled onto her back again, sighing with joy as she once again felt his weight pressing her into the mattress. She looked up at him, and all she could see were his beautiful, hazel eyes, heavy-lidded with arousal. "Mulder, it's time," she whispered, but still he didn't seem to get it. "It's time. I want your baby. I want to feel it growing inside of me. I want to have your child, Mulder. I need to have your child." Time seemed to stop as her lover stared down at her, and then the confusion was gone from his eyes, and all that remained was love and desire. "Scully," he whispered. "Oh, Scully. You know I could never refuse you." And he entered her with one smooth stroke. # # # UCLA Medical Center 7:13 p.m. PDT Mary sat quietly in the trauma center's family waiting room. The patient's father sat next to her, dry eyed, but obviously steeling himself for what lay ahead. Russ had disappeared without a word, and Mary knew somehow that he was taking care of the mundane chores which would be necessary before the two paramedics could leave this place. The man sitting next to her had not spoken a word since leaving Trauma 3, and neither had she. There was really nothing to say, and so she simply sat next to him, being there for him, providing him with an anchor in the world, just as a short while before Russ had provided her with an anchor. <> she thought. <> She fought back tears, not wanting to intrude on the purity of the man's grief. The waiting room door swung open and the trauma team doctor stepped into the room. Mary and the patient's father looked up at the sound, and one look at the doctor's face was all it took for both of them to realize what had happened. Tears started to trickle out of the corner of the strange man's eyes, and Mary found that her own cheeks were also wet, despite her best intentions. The doctor nodded softly, and said, "I'm so sorry. We did everything we could." The stranger closed his eyes and sagged against Mary; automatically, she slipped an arm around his shoulders as he started sobbing quietly. "Samantha," he whispered through the sobs. "Oh, Samantha." She drew his head down to her shoulder without a word, and the father and the paramedic just sat there for awhile, communing in their sorrow. # # # DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 10:13 p.m. EDT "Mulder! Oh, Mulder!" Scully hovered on the brink of climax, and she and her lover, she and her Mulder, were the entire universe, two beings rapidly becoming one flesh. They were surrounded by an intense, white light, and every thrust was bringing them both closer, closer, closer.... She could feel him holding back; she could feel him waiting for her, and the intensity of that knowledge was what finally drove her over the edge. She felt her body cramp and spasm as wave after wave of orgasm pounded through her body, and as she reached the uttermost peak, she could feel him finally let go as well, could feel him emptying himself into her, giving her his ultimate gift, and for that instant, that one eternal instant taken out of time, they seemed to merge into one body, one mind, one heart, a joyous communion.... At length they lay together on the bed, not moving, just being together. Scully felt more totally alive, more totally complete, than she had ever felt in her life. She never wanted this moment to end; she would just stay here, curled around her Mulder, not moving, barely breathing, until the end of time. The weight of his body on hers, the warmth of his breath on her cheek, the gentle, intimate touch of his penis still resting at her very center....Scully shivered, and tightened her arms around him, trying somehow to draw him even closer. Abruptly, Scully felt a warm tingling deep inside her abdomen, as if an act of magic were taking place, and somehow in that instant she knew. "Oh, Mulder!" she gasped. "Oh, Mulder!" She couldn't believe the intensity of this moment. She couldn't believe that this was finally happening to her. To her. To HER. She had wanted it, she had wished for it, she had dreamed of it, but never had anything prepared her for...for this. She had to share it; it was too intense to keep to herself. Once again she gazed up into her lover's eyes. "It's happened, Mulder," she whispered. "It's really happened. You've given me everything. Everything." She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and he was crying, too. "And I think...I think it's going to be a girl." Fini