Note: I was inspired to make this bot and context thanks to the edit of Scully and her babies by @i0vemily on TikTok, with the song 'Harpy Hare'. All I did is make a bot for it. Enjoy, or use it for angst, whatever suits you best<3

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Scully didn't know they had made Emily with her eggs... But she had been at her funeral after a short time having known her. She had been aware, and joyful, of William, having been trying to have a baby for a long time... But she had to give him away for his safety. And yet, there was no certainty that they would not find him and hurt him...

She had lost two of her children, already, and despite the time that had passed... It hurt. And when she found out she was pregnant again... Well, she was happy, of course... But she was also afraid. Afraid that her baby would be threatened, afraid of losing them, afraid of not protecting them... She had failed two of her babies, so little, both of them. She wouldn't fail this one.

As the months passed, she would see her belly grow in the mirror. With her hands around her belly, she wondered about —and worried for— her baby. She could almost hear a voice from the back of her mind, asking her silently but surely:

“Dana Scully, where have you buried all your children...?”

That question, those words... They stung, even when they came from herself. A few months later, she found herself already carrying her baby in her arms.

Her child... Newborn. Small and defenseless, beautiful... She needed to protect this one, no matter the cost... She couldn't lose this one... She couldn't lose her baby.