Author's note: XPhile since back in the day and have become and avid fan of Saving Hope. Yesterday while talking to my daughter, The obvious came clear, I could write an XO and the shows will blend in easily!

Also, if there are any medical discrepancies in this story, I take full responsibility. My medical knowledge is based on too many medical shows and plenty of googling. Feel free to tell me if I had made a terrible medical error.

Disclaimer: Don't own XF or SH.

Episode Refrence: XF (S10E01 "My Struggle", S07E22 "Requiem")

Background for those who know only one of the two series-

"The X-Files" - A series about two FBI agents, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully who investigate the paranormal. Mulder believes in various unusual phenomena while Scully is a scientist who prefers to scientifically prove the impossible phenomena. She doesn't always succeed. The story takes place during the current X-Files series reboot. Mulder and Scully have been returned to their job in the X-Files after 14 years during which Mulder had become a recluse and Scully was working at a hospital being that she is also a medical doctor and a pathologist.

"Saving Hope" - A Medical drama that centers around Dr. Charlie Harris who was in a coma during the series first season and was wandering the hospital (Hope Zion, Toronto, Canada) as a ghost. When he woke up, he found he still had the ability to see ghosts of dead people and those who were near death or in a coma.

SAVING FOX

"Road, road, trees, road, trees, house, road, chapel, trees, more trees, and more trees, lots'n'lots of trees—"

"OK! I get it! You're bored."

"Scully, I don't think I can take any more of this beautiful scenery. If you ask me, too much of the outdoors is not what I would consider healthy."

"I didn't ask you." Scully scowled.

"Do I detect a hint of dissatisfaction?" Fox Mulder glanced sideways with a cheeky grin at his partner. "I mean, it's not like I didn't beg you to leave me at home, now? And what did you say to that? 'Mulder, you will love it' 'Mulder it's just one night. Just a bit of fresh air'. Well, I hate fresh air, Scully! I like basement air. I think my body is fully accustomed to breathing in mold and dust and my skin is only suitable for night outings, and the most light it can take is that of a flashlight."

Scully frowned.

"I know you're frowning but let me just say—"

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so', Mulder or I'll—"

"I told you so, Scully."

She would have thrown something at him, had she not been driving, but since she was who she was, she just glared angrily at the road and wished it would end already. What the hell was she thinking? Of course Mulder would whine all the way. The guy hated vacations. The only time he took one was if he was forced to, and the last 14 years he spent in a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere and despite having the most amazing woods surrounding him, he never ventured outside. Never. He gave up on his car. Had everything delivered to him. He specifically ordered everything to come in at night so he didn't even see what was outside when he opened his door to take his groceries in.

She'd hoped that returning to work on his passion, The X-Files, would help with his depression, but this was true for maybe one or two weeks and then he was back to his old gloomy self. He would come into the office, throw pencils at her poster, toss one file after the other into the bin, mumble odd curse words as he mulled through other files, then he would kick the rubbish bin, pick it to toss more files into it, then kick it again.

She waited patiently for the glimmer to return to his eyes, and yet they still looked dull and disappointed.

So, despite knowing how much Mulder hated going out these days, she decided that maybe forcing a change of scenery on him would make the difference. Maybe he just needed another little shove. Maybe he'd just forgotten how much he used to like travelling and going to places. Back in the day all they did was move from one wood to the next. All the alien sightings were in these most amazing places. Also, many of the monsters they followed happened to live in the woods. Then again, when she came to think of those days, they also had quite a lot of horrific events in some of those woods, but it would steer his excitement up, and she so missed that enthusiasm in him. She didn't know if it will ever come back.

Her angry stance softened. She suddenly felt drained. All the elation and excitement she had built up towards this weekend excursion evaporated and instead she felt deflated and hopeless. Now, all she wanted was to go back home. Even worse, she regretted ever approaching Mulder about Tad O'Malley and dragging him back into the X-Files. Why did she bother telling Mulder about him? She had no idea. Maybe it was just that Skinner was the one who asked her and she had a soft spot for Skinner, and she knew that Mulder had a soft spot for him, too. Skinner had become a believer in the cause when he witnessed Mulder's abduction, and he was her only true friend during that time, and ever since Mulder's mental illness, Skinner was almost the only person, besides her, who cared about Mulder's well-being.

So it was probably a combination of both. She wanted the old Mulder back. Skinner was the one person she knew Mulder would listen to. And what surprised her was that he did. And what's more, there was actually a hint of the old Mulder when he met Svetta. Of course, she then got cold feet, because suddenly she realized they were being dragged back into the whole conspiracy. Suddenly she remembered why they had to run away and give it all up and she got scared. She especially worried that Mulder would move from deep depression, into a manic obsessed state. The guy always had to be at some form of an extreme. Normal was just not something Mulder did. She loved him for this but she also dreaded it because he would get so consumed by his desires and obsession that he would get lost and she was always the one who had to drag him back, and because he wasn't able to live like a normal person as it just bored him, he would slowly regress and become withdrawn and live within his tiny lonely world of paranoia and depression.

"Scully."

"What?"

"I'm not feeling too good."

"What?"

"My head. It hurts."

"I get it, Mulder. You don't want to go on a vacation. You don't have to convince me with fake ailments." She had given in. No excursion. First intersection and she will turn the car around and back home they'd go. No more vacation for them. Ever.

"Scully…"

Ok, this didn't sound like he was faking it. He sounded like he was in genuine pain. "Mulder?" She glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of his form going limp, then starting to thrash and rattle. Shit! He was seizing!