From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 1/10 Date: 22 May 1996 22:53:17 -0400 From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (1/10) Date: 13 Mar 1996 23:11:15 GMT Disclaimer: Okay, as everyone knows, Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner, and Dana Scully are not mine, and never will be mine. They belong to Chris Carter, and Fox Television, and 10/13 Productions, and anyone else that may have claim on them, but not me. They have played in my playground for long enough and now I have decided to play in theirs. Everyone else who may appear in the story is mine. Advance Cabs is an actual cab company in Vancouver, so they belong to whoever owns the company. I have no idea if anyone amed Jon or Bill works there. If they do, they belong to themselves, if not they belong to me. The song, The Voice appears in part two. It was written by Mercedes Lackey, and sung by David Arkenstone and is also used without permission. Sorry to anyone who may hold copyrights to this particular piece. I hope I got all of the words correct. If I were to rate the story in general it would probably be PG-13. there's some language in parts, but nothing that you haven't seen, or rather heard, on the show. Be warned, this is a relationship story. So, if any of you are offended by the idea of Mulder and Scully being together you should not read this. There, you've been warned. This is being posted for me by Laura Thomas while I am away for the summer. All comments can be sent to her at DanaDrives@aol.com. They will eventually reach me, but I can't promise a reply until September 1996. If you want to get ahold of me after that my e-mail address is mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca. And I think that about covers everything. The Child by Michelle Henderson Agent Mulder slammed his office door heavily behind him. He pulled his trench coat off and threw it over the back of his chair. Mulder sat down heavily in the chair and began a rather colourful description of that morning's commute. He was sick and tired of fighting half the city in order to get to work every morning and this morning had been worse than most. Between the jerk who had cut him off on the freeway so that he missed his exit and had to double back ten blocks, and the accident down town that had caused a traffic jam that had him moving at a speed of around one mile an hour, Agent Mulder was royally pissed off. It wasn't until he was finished complaining and Scully hadn't said anything that he realized he was alone. Mulder looked up and scanned the office. Where was she? Scully always, always arrived before him. Suddenly the phone rang and Mulder jumped. He hit his knee on the underside of his desk. Mulder scowled at the offending piece of furniture and cursed loudly. He snatched the phone off the hook and brought it to his ear. "Mulder," he snapped gruffly. "Agent Mulder," came the stiff reply. Mulder winced. Opps, he had just snapped at the Assistant Director's secretary, this wasn't going to be good. "Agent Mulder," she began again when he didn't reply, "the Assistant Director would like to see you as soon as possible." Shit, Mulder thought, just what I need right now, a meeting with Skinner. And where the hell is Scully? Oh, well, at least I have an excuse not to go up just yet. "Agent Scully isn't in just yet. As soon as she gets here we will come up," Mulder promised in his best little boy voice. The one that said, I am behaving, and you have nothing on me. "No, Agent Mulder, the Assistant Director only wants to speak to you. Can I tell him you will be right up?" She sounded way too cheerful for her own good. Mulder felt like strangling someone. His hand flexed and a pencil he hadn't even known he was holding snapped. "Fine," Mulder replied. He just barely managed to get the phone down without slamming it. What the hell did Skinner want? Mulder mentally went back over the last few weeks in search of any sins he may have committed. He could come up with nothing, though. He had been a good boy lately, as far as he could tell. What could this be about? Mulder sighed and stood up. So far it hadn't been a very good morning by any accounts. Mulder had arrived at Skinner's office not five minutes after the phone call. He had exchanged a few cursory words with the secretary and she had told Skinner that he was there. Mulder sat down to wait. Ten minutes later he stood up and started pacing the room. Five minutes after that, he was studying the paintings, that he had seen a thousand times, on the walls. Ten minutes after that, he was threatening to leave. The secratary had finished him with an icy stare and told him to shut up and sit down. Five minutes later the phone rang. "Assistant Director Skinner's office." "Yes, I'll tell him, thank you." The secretary hung up the phone and speed dialled another number. "Sir, Agent Scully has just phoned." "Yes sir, she has." "I'll send him right in, sir." She hung up and turned to Mulder, "The Assistant Director will see you now, Agent Mulder." she said sweetly, as if he hadnUt been waiting there for over half an hour. Agent Mulder was not a happy man when he entered the Assistant Director's office. He knew that he was glaring at Skinner, but he couldnUt help it and really didn't care. "Thank you for coming, Agent Mulder," Skinner said smoothly, "Would you please sit down?" Mulder continued to glare at the Assistant Director, but sat down across from him. "Agent Mulder," Skinner began, "let me get straight to the point. Agent Scully has decided to resign from the FBI." "What?" Mulder cut him off before he could say any more. Scully had done what? She couldn't leave him, no the FBI. That's it, she couldn't leave the FBI. "She has just finished cleaning her stuff out of your office, Agent Mulder." What? She had been down there while he had been up here waiting? How could she just sneak off without even telling him? What was happening? "You will be assigned a new partner as soon as possible, probably within the week." Skinner told him. "I don't want a new partner," Mulder snapper at his boss. What had he done? He had always tried to treat Scully as an equal. He had thought he had done a pretty good job of that. And couldn't she tell him anything? Didn't she know that? What had he done? Why was she leaving him now? "What you want, Agent Mulder is irrelevant. You will have a new partner, and you will respect Agent Scully's decision on this." Skinner told him sternly. "Why is she leaving?" Mulder asked quietly, too quietly. "That, Agent Mulder, is personal." "Tell me." Mulder demanded. "Agent Scully requested that I not tell you, Agent Mulder. I can't say that I agree with her decision on this, but I will respect it." Skinner told him. "Fine"S Mulder said flatly and stood up. He was mad. No, more than mad. He was furious. What had he done to drive her away? And why had she felt it necessary to sneak off behind his back? "Is that all?" he asked. His back was already turned to the Assistant Director. When Skinner said yes, Mulder stalked out and slammed the door behind him. This was definitely turning into an awful day. Mulder pushed the call button for the elevator. He waited for about ten seconds, and then pressed it again, and again, and again. Mulder gave up in irritation and headed for the stairs. He ran up the stairs two at a time. He reached the landing and burst through the door into the hallway. Mulder reached the apartment door he wanted and pounded none too gently on the wood. Mulder waited for almost a minute. There was no answer, and he tried again. When he still received no answer, Mulder dug around in his pocket and came up with his keys. He unlocked the door with the spare key he had been given, and let himself inside. "Scully?" Mulder called as he stepped inside. His heart fell when he saw the inside of ScullyUs apartment. Everything was gone. Furniture, pictures, dog, everything. All that was left was a piece of paper stuck to the far wall with a piece of tape. Mulder strode over and took the paper down. It was a note from Scully to him. She knew him so well, that she had been sure he would come here looking for her. His heart constricted again. Why had she left? What on earth was going on that she felt she couldnUt trust him enough to tell him? He almost forgot about the note in the overwhelming wave of loss that had hit him. When he realized he was still holding the piece of paper, he looked down at it. He stood in the middle of what had once been Dana Scully's apartment and read the note, which was all that he had left of her. Mulder, I'm sorry I had to leave the way I did. Know that my decision was personal and had nothing to do with you. Please don't try to find me. It just isn't safe right now. Keep safe for me, and try to be good. I'll contact you as soon as I can. Scully. Mulder wanted to crumple the note up and throw it away. He couldn't, though, it was his last link to Scully. Instead, he folded it up carefully and placed it into his pocket. Mulder took one last look around at the empty apartment, then turned and walked out. end 1/10 =========================================================================== From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (2/?) Date: 15 Mar 1996 01:51:04 GMT Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child by Michelle Henderson Dana Scully woke up slowly. She was sleeping on a couch, but it wasn't her couch, and this wasn't her apartment. For a few seconds she was disorientated, and then she realized that she was at her mother's. This was her mother's house, and that was her mother's ceiling and she was going to be okay. Well, relatively so at least. She slowly became aware of the music playing in the background. She had fallen asleep to Bach, but this was something else. It sounded New Agish. Probably something that Missy had given their mom at some point. Mom must have left it in the C.D. player, and Dana hadn't noticed it when she put her Bach on. The music ended and a new song began. In a dream you will see, darkness calls your name.All alone you are lost in a perilous game. There are times in your life, you must face a choice.You will find what you need, listen to the voice. In the dark you can run from the shadows of the night.In the end you will find that you are standing in the light. When you cry from the pain, tears will set you free.Search inside for the voice, you will find the key. If you run from yourself, you will only lose.When you find you are lost, seek the Stone of Truth. In your blood is the fire, let them cry your name.You will not be alone, in your worlds of flame. You are free, you can be, you can live the fantasy.All the dreams in your heart, you will always be. Dana almost cried. She couldn't believe how much the song was about her life. The perilous game was the X-Files. She had been lost somewhere in there for almost three years now. And what was she doing now besides running, most especially from herself? She swallowed hard and managed to hold the tears at bay. She had to pull herself together. She had to be strong, to get her life back on track here. And the last thing she needed was to start crying right now, besides it would only worry her mother, who was all ready frantic for her daughter. Most of all she had to figure out what she wanted to do now. "Dana, honey, come and eat some lunch," Margaret Scully said softly as she came into the living room. "I'm not hungry, Mom," Dana replied and closed her eyes. She just didn't think she could eat right now. Her stomach was a knot and she had no appetite anyhow. "Dana, you have to eat. You didn't eat breakfast, and I won't have you skipping two meals in a row, it just isn't good for the baby. You are the doctor, you should know that better than anyone." Margaret Scully's voice was still soft and gentle, but Dana knew that her mother meant business. Dana had a funny feeling that if she didn't go eat, her mother would bring the food out there and feed Dana herself. And the baby, the baby was why she had left. There was no way that Dana Scully should be pregnant. The last time she had actually had sex was so long ago that she could barely even remember it, or so it seemed sometimes. It wasn't possible, and she would have been the first one to say so herself, if she hadn't personally seen the ultrasounds. Mulder would have demanded to know who the father was. And Dana would have had to tell him the truth, that she really didn't know where this child had come from. Mulder, of course, would assume that 'they' had done something to her, and would go off on a wild chase to find out exactly what had happened. Questions, investigations, and more questions. Accusations, and suspicions. Wild chases, and leads that led nowhere. She couldn't handle any of that right now, and that was what Mulder was going to turn this pregnancy into for her, if she told him about it. Her mother was a whole different story, though. She hadn't yet asked Dana who the father was. Dana knew that her mother trusted that her daughter would tell her when she was ready. Dana knew her mother wouldn't wait forever, though, and she was worried so much about her. "Yes, Mom," Dana sighed and got up from the couch. Lunch turned out to be grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. It was one of Dana's favorites from when she was a kid, and her mother knew that. Dana smiled and sat down at the table across from her mother. Trust her mom to try to pamper her. Mom was still being Mom, and always would be, no matter how old Dana got. Dana was glad for that right now. "How are you feeling, dear?" Margaret asked her daughter after a while. "Fine, Mom," Dana told her. "Are you sleeping well?" Dana knew that her mother had heard her tossing and turning all night and was worried about her now. Dana could understand her mother's concern, too. The fact was that her only remaining daughter was pregnant and wouldn't say who the father was. And that same daughter had just quit her job, which she absolutely loved, for reasons that she wouldn't discuss. "I'm okay, Mom, really. I'm just a little tired." "Of course you're tired, dear. You're three months pregnant, and your life is in turmoil. I'd be more concerned if you weren't tired." Dana's mother told her. "Fox phoned this morning, Dana," Margaret said after a few minutes. Dana's head snapped up. She had known that he would phone sooner or later. That damn man, why couldn't he just let her do this and go on with his life? Why couldn't he just accept that what she had done was for the best? "He wanted to know if I knew where you were." "What did you tell him?" Dana asked her mother carefully. She didn't want to sound too worried. "I told him that I didn't know where you were. I don't think he believed me, though. He sounded so concerned, Dana. Why are you hiding from him?" "I...," Dana began and stopped. How could she explain this to her mother in a way that would make sense? "It's just safer for everyone this way. I need to be out of the FBI and as far away from the X-Files as possible right now." "Dana, is Fox...," Margaret trailed off and Dana looked up sharply at her mom. She saw a lot of worry in her mother's face, worry and love. "What, Mom?" "The father, Dana?" her mother asked and then rushed on before her daughter could say anything, "Because if he is, you have to tell him. It isn't fair not to, you know that don't you?" "Of course he isn't, Mom! Whatever gave you that idea?" Dana exclaimed. But she knew what had given her mother that idea. Mulder and her had one of the closest partnerships in the Bureau. They were much closer than most partners, and they both knew it. And there had been rumours going around about them for, well for ever. It wasn't as if Dana wasn't attracted, either. She just didn't admit it to herself most of the time. She had no idea how Mulder felt, and it really didn't matter anyway, because it was strictly against Bureau policy for partners to get involved. She wasn't in the Bureau anymore, though. No, Dana, she told herself, you are distancing yourself for a reason here. Mulder's important to you, but this child has to be more important. Whoever did this to you, this baby is yours now, and 'they' are not getting it back, not now and not ever. And that was the thing. That was why she had to be so far away from Washington, and the Bureau, and 'them' as possible when she had this baby. And she would probably always be in hiding with this child. Whoever, or whatever had put it inside of her was going to want it back eventually and Dana Scully had no intention of ever giving it back, no matter what. "Dana, honey, are you okay?" her mother asked her. Dana realized that her mother must have asked her something and been waiting for an answer. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard it. "Yeah, Mom. I'm sorry, what did you say?" "It's just.... Dana, Fox is so worried about you. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he just isn't going to let this go. Not until he finds you, at least. Maybe you should just phone him and let him know that you are okay." Margaret Scully suggested to her daughter. "I can't, Mom. I just can't right now. It's better this way, it really is." "Okay, Dana, but I really don't know how long you can keep him at a distance like this." Margaret told her. Dana didn't know either. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 3a/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:32:45 -0400 From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (3/?) Date: 15 Mar 1996 20:19:21 GMT Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child by Michelle Henderson The next day at eleven Dana Scully was at the doctor's office. It was just a routine checkup to see how her pregnancy was going. Dr. Steinburg was going to do an ultrasound, to make sure that the baby was developing normally and that everything was okay. Dana couldn't help but be anxious about what might be found. Gabriella Steinburg had been Dana's doctor since she was a kid. When Dana had told her that she was pregnant, Dr. Steinburg had been overjoyed for her. Dana hadn't told Dr. Steinburg about any of the unusual circumstances surrounding this pregnancy, however. "So, Dana, how are we feeling today?" Dr. Steinburg asked when she entered the examination room. "Not bad. I'm quite tired, though. That's pretty normal, so other than that I guess I'm fine." "Oh, I just love having doctors as patients," the older woman said and smiled softly, "If you're feeling that tired, Dana, perhaps we should run some blood tests just to make sure that you re Steinburg, really. I just need some more rest." Dana protested. "Well, if you feel that strongly, Dana. Let's just get a look at that baby, okay?" Dana just nodded. She hopped onto the examination table and pulled her clothing around to reveal her belly. She was so small that the baby was already beginning to show. Dana ran her fingers over the slight hump of her stomach possessively. This was hers and no one was ever going to take it away. Dr. Steinburg had the ultrasound set up in a few minutes. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 3b/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:33:05 -0400 She ran the ultrasound around Dana's belly. On the monitor, Dana could see the small child, and she smiled. Dr. Steinburg was watching as well. "Hum, whatUs that?" the older doctor asked suddenly and moved the probe back to what she had seen. Dana didn't know much about ultrasounds, especially those of babies, so she wasn't exactly sure what they were looking at. "What's wrong?" Dana asked. She was beginning to panic. What if the baby wasn't even human? What if Dr. Steinburg found out? What would she do? "Well it may be just a shadow on the ultrasound, but I'd like to run some tests just to make sure." Dr. Steinburg told her. Dana nodded in agreement, and Dr. Steinburg filled out a lab form requesting a blood sample from Dana and a sample of the placental fluid from the baby. The form was called into the lab while Dana was still there, and an appointment was set up for the next day. "Now, don't you worry, Dana. I'm sure that everything is just fine." Dr. Steinburg told her. Dana nodded and wished that she could be that sure. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 3c/10(repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:33:45 -0400 Fox Mulder arrived at Margaret Scully's house just after Dana had left for her doctor's appointment. Margaret know who it was as soon as he started pounding on the door when she didn't immediately answer his ring. Margaret smiled softly at his behaviour. She knew that he cared deeply for her daughter and that Dana was worrying him to no end. "Hello, Fox," Margaret greeted him as she answered the door. When she saw the man in the doorway, she was taken back. He looked terrible. Oh, he was the impeccably dressed FBI man, but the dark circles under his eyes and his tire stance gave him away instantly. Margaret wondered when it was that he had last slept, and didn't think it had been within the last twenty four hours. "Mrs. Scully, can I come in please?" Mulder asked softly. She could hear the weariness in his voice, and her heart went out to him. Why her daughter was doing this to him, she wasn't sure. "Yes, of course, Fox," Margaret said and let the man into her home. She closed the door behind him and ushered him over to the couch. He sat down and looked up at her with eyes so full of pain that she had trouble speaking for a minute. "How areet asked him when she found her voice. "You know where she is, don't you?" Mulder asked her. His eyes pleaded with her to tell him yes, to tell him that Dana was safe. "Yes, I do, Fox. She's okay, really she is. I'm not sure why she doesn't want you to find her, but I'm sure she has her reasons." Margaret Scully really felt for Mulder. Dana was not treating him fairly. He was hurting a lot. "Is she staying here?" he asked softly. "No, Fox, she isn't," Margaret lied to him. She hated lying at the best of times, but this was one of the worst times she could think of. "Okay," Mulder said sharply and stood up. He knew she had lied to him, Margaret could tell that from his tone and the way her was holding himself now. "Please, you have to promise me that if anything, and I mean anything, happens to her that you will phone me. I..., Mrs. Scully, I'm so worried. I realise that I've done something that she can't forgive me for. I know she doesn't want to speak to me. I..., could you just tell her that I'm sorry, please? I'll leave her alone if that's what she wants, but I just have to know that she's okay." Margaret Scully couldn't say anything around the lump that had gathered at the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and bit back tears. She took a minute, so that she wouldn't say anything that would betray her promise to her daughter not to tell Mulder where she was. By the time Margaret Scully had pulled herself together enough to speak, Fox Mulder had already walked out the door. Margaret moved to the door after him and looked out just in time to see the tall man get into his car and drive off. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 3d/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:34:48 -0400 Margaret just stood there and shook her head. Oh, Dana, he loves you so much, why are you doing this to him? Margaret wondered. Couldn't Dana see what she was doing to that poor man? He was so tortured all ready,a and now he was convinced that Dana hated him, that he had somehow hurt her beyond all forgiveness. It was hard just to watch them. Dana's test results came in a week later. She hadnUt wanted to find out what they said at first. When she had found Dr. Steinburg's message on the machine, she had contemplated not calling back at all. Her mother had finally made her, though. It turned out that what Dr. Steinburg had seen really had been a shadow, after all. Mother and baby were doing fine. Dr. Steinburg suggested that Dana take some vitamins to help stave off the weariness, but other than that, everything appeared normal. Dana Scully couldn't believe how relieved she felt. She had been so worried about what the test would show. It was, in fact, all that she had thought about for the proceeding week. But her baby was fine, and she was fine and that was all that mattered right now. Dana's mother had told her about Mulder's visit. Stract her since then. She wondered exactly what her mother had said to Mulder that had made him realise that she was going to be okay without his intervention. Whatever it was, it had worked. Someday he would see that this was for the best. Scully was leaving her mother's house in a week, though. She had already told her mother that. Margaret jut couldn't understand why her daughter needed to leave and had begged with her to stay. Dana had refused to in the end, though. She just couldn't stay, not when staying could put her mother in danger. When her mother had asked her where she was going, all Dana could say was North and West. That was actually all Dana knew herself at this point. Basically she planned to get in her car and drive as far as she could. She'd stay there for a time before moving on again. She wanted to be out of the country when this child was born. It would give 'them' and their government one less hold on the baby, and Dana wanted them to have as few as possible. end 3/10 =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 4a/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:36:00 -0400 From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (4/?) Date: 17 Mar 1996 06:50:00 GMT Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child by Michelle Henderson Six Months Later Dana Scully knew she was in labour. She had put off going to the hospital for as long as she was going to be able to. She stood up slowly and crossed the room to the phone. She barely made it without hunching over in pain. She had known this would hurt, but this was ridiculous. Dana eventually made it over to the phone. She dialled a number that was had posted by phone only days ago. The number was that of a cab company. There was just no way she was going to be able to get herself to the hospital in one piece. "Good afternoon, Advance Cabs, Jon speaking." A young sounding man answered the phone. "I need a cab," Dana managed to say into the phone. Her labour was progressing faster than a he had expected and the contractions were all within a minute of each other now. "Okay," Jon said and Dana could almost hear him laughing at her statement of the obvious. Damn him anyway, she was in enough pain to make it excusable. "Whe95 Macdonald," Dana told him. The words came out sharply as another contraction hit her. "Okay, Ma'am, someone will be there in about five minutes." Jon told her. "Thank you," Dana told him and then set the phone back in its cradle. She sighed and whipped her forehead. Even standing here was beginning to be an effort. Dana managed to make it to the bedroom, where she had left the bag that she had already packed for the hospital. She grabbed that bag and her coat and made her way outside. She was standing on the curb when the cab pulled up. The cab stopped and the driver stepped out. He was middle aged and balding slightly. His skin was the colour of strong coffee and his teeth shone in his face when he smiled at Dana. "Hello," he said cheerfully as he came around the cab to help Dana with her things. "My name's Bill, Bill Williamson and...," he broke off when he saw Dana stumble under the weight of her bag and the force of her next contraction. Bill reached out and kept Dana from falling. "You're in labour, aren't you?" Bill asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yes," Dana whispered. She wasn't sure where her voice had gone, but for some reason all of the sudden it wasn't there. "Well, no time for small talk then, let's get going," the man exclaimed. He took Dana's bag from her and placed it on the floor in the back. Then he took Dana's hand and helped her into the front seat of the cab. "What hospital are we headed for?" Bill asked when he was behind the wheel. "The closest one," Dana said from behind clenched teeth. Bill nodded and smiled slightly, then put the cab in gear. "This your first, Ma'am?" Bill asked her. "Yes, it is, and my name's Dana," Dana told him. She tried to smile at the friendly man, but it was becoming hard. "So, where's this little one's father, Dana?" Bill asked. "I don't know," Dana admitted. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 4b/10(repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:37:56 -0400 "Oh, so it's like that. My sister's first was like that, too. As soon as she told him, he split. Damn men, they always seem to hurt the nicest girls," Bill told her. Dana had to smile. This one was a real gentleman, that was for sure. You sure didnUt find any like him anymore. The conversation carried on in much the same way until they reached the hospital. Bill pulled right up front to the no parking zone and parked. Dana thanked him and paid him. "Thank you, Dana. Would you like me to help you inside?" Bill asked her. Dana just nodded her acceptance. Bill came around and helped Dana out of the cab. He grabbed her bag from the back seat. Bill supported her into the hospital. A nurse met them just inside the doors. Her name tag read Riley. She took Dana from Bill and helped her into a wheelchair. Bill handed Dana her bag, and then they said good bye to each other again. "Miss?" the nurse asked Dana as soon as Bill had left. "Dr," Dana corrected her. "Dr. Dana Scully." "Well, Dr. Scully," the nurse said, "we have to get you admitted before we can do anything." Dana just nodded. Bureaucracy was the same everywhere, she guessed. The nurse led Dana into a little cubical with a small desk. She sat Dana on one side of the desk and she took the other. Nurse Riley pulled a white form from out of her desk and set it before her. She started asking Dana questions and filling out the form. Full name? Marital Status? Permanent Address? Age? Occupation? Allergies? When the nurse asked Dana for her Care Card number, Dana could only stare at her dumbly. Care Card, what on earth was a Care Card? And then it dawned on Dana and she pulled out her medical insurance card. The nurse took one look at the American card and sighed. "Dr. Scully, you should have told me that you were American. Now we have to fill out a different form." Dana just sighed and shook her head in annoyance. It felt like hours before she was actually in a delivery room. She remembered mumbling something about being an FBI agent and that her baby needed special protection. And then she remembered nothing but pain, until the cry that signalled new life broke through the fog in her mind. The nest thing Dana knew the pain was gone and she had a small squirming and crying baby on her chest. Dana reached up to touch her child, almost afraid that she would break ts baby. Dana put her hand on its back. The child moved its head in response to Dana's touch and Dana saw the child's eyes. Green, bright forest green. Now where had those come from? Dimly Dana realized that someone was trying to talk to her. "What?" Dana asked the woman standing at her bedside. The woman stopped and smiled down patiently at Dana. Obviously she was used to dealing with new mothers. "I said, Dr. Scully, that you have a little girl. She's pretty small, though, so we're going to have to make sure that she is okay. Is she at all premature?" the nurse asked. When Dana shook her head, the nurse looked confused for a minute and then continued on, "Ah, well it might just be that you yourself are so small Dr. Scully. In any case we just want to make sure that your little girl is all right." Dana nodded and handed the child over reluctantly. She was very small, Dana saw now, but in spite of that she looked just perfect to Dana. Looking at the child, you would never be able to guess at the strange circumstances surrounding her conception. "Someone will be in shortly to see to the birth certificate forms," the nurse told Dana and then turned to leave. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 4c/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:37:59 -0400 Dana nodded again again and watched as the nurse walked out with her little girl. Dana fell asleep almost instantly. Her sleep was filled with disturbing dreams. Awful dreams where black shadowy figures came and stole her baby away in the night, or where her baby grew up and became on of those black shadowy figures herself. Dana was running through the house searching desperately for her daughter. She opened doors to rooms frantically and looked inside, but couldn't find the girl. Where was she? Why couldn't Dana find her? "Mother?" came the voice from behind Dana. That voice, it was too hard for a child, too callous. Yet Dana knew it was her daughter. Dana turned around slowly, not sure what she was going to see standing there. the little girl was now about eight. Her red hair flowed unkept over her shoulders and down her back, and her green eyes flashed. In the child's hand was a gun; Dana's gun. "Melissa, give that to me right now," Dana said sternly. She took a step towards the girl. "I don't know, Mother," the small child said and lifted the gun up. She took it in both hands, turned it over and examined it. She brought it up and aimed the weapon at Dana. "Maybe I should just kill you. You do realise that's what I was sent to do, don't you? I kill you and Fox comes running, then I'll kill him, too. Don't you see? Who would you trust more than you're own child? they never wanted me back, Mother. You played right into their hands and you never even guessed at it." Dana heard the safety being taken off the gun. She watched frozen in spot as the little girl readjusted her shot. And then Dana saw the trigger being pulled, and saw the barrel moving. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 4d/10(repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:38:10 -0400 "No!" Dana yelled and sat straight up in bed. She was disoriented. The dream had been so real, so vivid. It had become reality while Dana was in it. She heard a clatter from somewhere nearby and a slight cry. Dana suddenly became aware that she was in the hospital. She looked to where the clatter had come and saw a woman in a suit bending over to pick up a clipboard. "Are you all right, Dr. Scully?" the woman asked when she had straightened herself. "Yes, I'm fine. I just had a bad dream," Dana replied hastily. "Are you sure? It will only take a minute to summon someone." "Yes, I'm quite sure. I'm going to be just fine," Dana insisted. "All right then," the woman said. "My name is Joan Roberts, I've brought the forms you have to fill out. They're pretty straight forward. If you have any questions I'll be right here." The woman handed the forms to Dana and took a chair next to the bed. The woman was right. The forms were straight forward. She filled out all fo the information about herself quickly. Then she came to the information about the father. Dana was going to write in unknown, and then stopped herself right before she could. her? What if she was killed, who would get this child then? Her mother? Her mother had nothing to do with this. It wouldn't be fair to bring her into danger. The child needed to be protected and Dana made up her mind quickly. Dana wrote Fox Mulder in the blank and filled in the relevant information. When Dana came to the child's name, she hesitated only a minute before writing in Melissa Samantha Scully. Dana stared at the ink drying on the page in satisfaction and motioned the woman over. The woman took the forms back and read over them. She frowned when she reached Mulder's name and turned to Dana. "Is this...," the woman started. "His real name?" Dana asked with a slight laugh, "Yes, it is." "Does he get asked that a lot?" "Occasionally." "Okay, then everything seems to be in order, Dr. Scully. We'll get the forms processed today and we should issue a certificate in a couple weeks." Dana nodded and thanked the woman. When she was gone, Dana sighed and laid back down. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decision about keeping this child. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5a/10(repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:40:26 -0400 From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (5/?) Date: 23 Mar 1996 22:57:44 GMT Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child by Michelle Henderson Fox Mulder sighed. He had just driven off his sixth partner in as many months. Skinner was not going the be a happy man. Okay, face it, Skinner was going to be down right furious. But Mulder couldn't help it, and this last guy had been a real ass. It was just that no one would ever be able to take Scully's place. Scully. Just thinking her name caused Mulder's heart to break. He still didn't know why she had left him, only that she had. And that hurt more than if he ever could had imagined it would. It was almost as bad as when Samantha had been taken, except that Scully had a choice. She had chosen to leave him. The first two months had been hell, plain and simple. He knew that his performance at work was slipping, not a lot, but enough to make a difference. Skinner had called him on it, and Mulder had mumbled something about getting his act together, but he hadn't really cared. And then he and Agent Chan, his partner at the time, had been in Sthe guy, and then Mulder had lost his concentration for a moment, and the guy had wrenched himself free. He had pulled a gun and shot Chan point blank in the chest. Chan had lived, barely, and it was found that Mulder had done nothing wrong. In Mulder's mind, though, it was all his fault. And that was when he had pulled it together, because it was either that or leave the Bureau for good. No one else was going to get hurt because Scully had left him and Mulder couldn't deal with that. He had still been impossible to work with, Mulder knew that, but at least he was safe to be around. The truth was that he didn't want to be easy to work with. He didn't want a new partner, he wanted Scully. Mulder knew that Adams was up there with Skinner right now, telling the Assistant Director how awful Mulder was to work with. How Mulder believed in UFOUs and aliens, and werewolves, and all sorts of similar varieties of impossible things. About Mulder insisting that every crime, no matter how small, was committed by aliens, or the infamous 'them' of the Conspiracy. About that stupid X on the road trick that he kept pulling, and that Skinner was tired of hearing about. About how Mulder would 'space out' and would be gone for hours without number into his own world. Mulder didn't care, though. All this would generate would be a reprimand and a new partner. The reprimand he could deal with, he had many times before. The new partner he wasn't so sure about. Mulder stood up and grabbed his jacket. He might as well go home, he was done for the day, anyway. He could deal with Skinner in the morning. Michael Halpurn had been watching the nursery for over half an hour now from the lounge across the hallway. No one even noticed him, or if they did they didn't question his right to be there. But then they were probably used to people waiting around in there. Whatever the reason it suited Michael just fine, he didnUt want to be noticed anyhow. Now if only he could get that nurse distracted so that he could get the kid and get out of there. He was formulating a plan of action when the nurse suddenly walked out of the room and left. Bathroom? Maybe. No matter, it was the opening he had been waiting for. Michael walked casually across the hallway and into the nursery. He walked down the rows of babies, reading the name cards slipped into the holders at the ends of the little beds. He finally found the name he had been looking for - Melissa Samantha Scully. He picked up the little girl, careful not to wake her and slipped her into the carrier he had brought. No one stopped him. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5b/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:41:48 -0400 Fox Mulder was just drifting off to sleep when his phone rang. "Damn phone," Mulder mumbled and managed to know it off the table in his attempt to grab it. He fished on the floor for a moment, and eventually came up with it. "Mulder," he grunted into the phone. "Fox?" asked a woman's voice. Margaret Scully. It had to be. She was the only person who actually called him by his given name although he had asked her repeatedly not to. "Mrs. Scully?" Mulder mumbled. "Fox, Dana," Margaret began. She sounded frantic and it set off every warning signal in Mulder's brain. "Is Scully okay, Mrs. Scully? Has she been hurt?" Mulder suddenly snapped into the phone. He was so tense. His hand that was holding the phone had turned white because of the force of his grip. "Fox, Dana, the reason she left.... Fox, she was pregnant." "Pregnant?!" Mulder almost choked. How the hell had something like that happened. Okay, he knew how it had happened. But Scully? She hadn't even been seeing anyone. "Someone's taken the baby, Fox. She needs you. You have to go to her." Margaret Scully told him. "Taken the baby," Mulder repeated, as if he just couldnUt croperly. He couldn't quite grasp it. And then instantly he did. This had something to do with the X-Files, he just knew it. Someone hadn't liked her involvement and had decided that this was fitting revenge. "Yes, Fox. Please, you have to go to her. I can't get there right away. I have to stay behind and deal with the family. Please. I'll be on the next flight, but I don't want her to be alone any longer than she has to be." "Where is she?" Mulder asked. Mrs. Scully told him and four hours later he was on a transcontinental flight to Vancouver. It was raining when his plane landed. Not just a little rain, either, it was definitely a down pour. Mulder scowled at the offending weather. Typical, he thought, I would forget my umbrella. But how was he to know? It had been snowing in Washington when he left. Mulder headed down to baggage claim. While he was waiting for the bags from his flight to come down, he went and rented a car. That being done, he went back to baggage claim and waited as patiently as he could for his bag to come down. It took Mulder an hour and a half to get from the airport to the hospital. He only got lost once, though. He took the wrong exit, ended up on the highway, and had to double back. By the time Mulder arrived at Vancouver General, he was not a happy man. Mulder went straight up to maternity and to the nurse's desk. "Hi," he said catching the attention of one of the nurses, "I'm here to see Dana Scully, can you tell me what room she's in." "I'm sorry, sir. She's not receiving visitors right now," the nurse told Mulder. "Look," Mulder said, "her mother sent me to see her. I just spent six hours on a flight and another hour and a half trying to get here from the airport. I'm going to see her," Mulder said. "I'm sorry, sir. It doesn't matter who you are or how far you have travelled. Unless you're family I can't even begin to think of letting you in to see her. Now, are you family?" "No, not really," Mulder mumbled. How he wished, and not for the first time either, that he was family. That he had some permanent tie to Dana Scully. Oh god, how hard it was to be in the same building as her, and not be able to see her. "Then sir, I'm sorry. I can't let you in to see her. If you'll leave you're name, though, I'll make sure that she knows you came by." "Fine," Mulder mumbled unhappily. The nurse grabbed a piece of paper and looked up at him expectantly. "Fox Mulder," Mulder said, "she knows the number. If she wants to talk I'll be in town for the next couple of days." "Oh my god," the nurse exclaimed. "What?" Mulder asked quickly. He was instantly ready to deal with trouble. He looked around quickly. What was going on? "You're the father!" =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5c/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:43:51 -0400 "The father?" Mulder asked confused. What the hell was she talking about? He wasn't anyone's father. Well, not that he knew of anyway. "Well, it's your name on the birth certificate. I remembered because of how strange the name was. We were all wondering if it was real or if she had just made it up." The nurse told him. She saw his face, and continued on, "You are the father, aren't you?" "Yes, of course," Mulder told her. he wasn't sure what Scully was playing at here, but whatever it was he wasn't going to undermine it. Well, not until he understood exactly what it was at least. "Well, why didn't you say so? We'll take you in right away," the nurse promised. She came around the desk and escorted him down the hallway to Scully's room. She stopped at one of the doors and opened it slowly. She looked at the woman inside and then at Mulder, "She's asleep. Try to let her rest for a while longer, she really does need it." Mulder nodded his compliance and the woman left. Mulder let the door close slowly behind him. He leaned back against it and stared at the small woman on the bed. She looked so tired, so frail. Mulder wanted to go gather her up in his arms and hold her, forever. He just wanted to be able to make everything all right, to make all of the pain go away. What on Earth had happened to Scully? Rape? It was the only thing her could think of that would account for both the pregnancy and the way she had run. But why hadnUt she felt she could tell him? Wasn't he supposed to be her best friend, the one she could tell everything to? What had he done to lose that trust? And why had she run so hard and so far? And why was she here? Oh Scully, he thought, why didn't you tell me? We could have worked through this together. I would have understood. You could have trusted me. No matter what had happened you could have trusted me. "Mulder?" Scully asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes," he answered. Mulder hadn't even realized that she was awake. Now he moved to the side of her bed and looked down at her. "How did you find me?" Scully asked him. "Your mom phoned me. I made her promise that if anything happened to you that I would be the first person she called. She'll be here on the next flight up." Mulder told Scully. Scully closed her eyes, and when she opened them again they were shinning with unshed tears, "My baby, Mulder, my little girl. They took her. I tried so hard to make her safe and it didn't work. Six months of running and they still found us." And then she was crying. Tears rolled down her face and hard sobs wracked her body. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5d/10 (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:44:30 -0400 "Scully we're, I'm, going to make it okay. We, you and me, together, we'll find her. I promise you." Mulder promised her. He took her hand with one of his and then used his other to wipe he tears away. "I should have been able to protect her, Mulder," Scully managed to choke out. "Scully you can't blame yourself for this. There's nothing you could have done to stop this." Mulder tried to tell her. His hand was one her face and he was using his thumb to brush her tears away. Her tears were slowing down and her breathing becoming normal again, but Mulder knew she didn't feel any better. She was just pulling herself together and getting ready to put on her strong face. "You don't understand, Mulder. I knew something like this was going to happen. I knew 'they' would want this child back. I should have been watching her more carefully." Scully told him. "What do you mean 'they' wanted her back, Scully?" Mulder asked concerned. He was confused. Mulder was pretty sure that the 'they' she was referring to were those individuals in the government who wanted to shut down the X-Files; the Conspiracy. But 'wanted this child back' what did that mean?nswer, but she never actually got a chance to say anything. There was a soft noise at the door and then it began to open slowly. Mulder whipped around and grabbed for his gun. The gun that had been left in Washington because there was no way he could have gotten it past Canadian Customs, not when he had to go through metal detectors. "Shit!" Mulder spat and then everything happened so fast. Mulder crossed the room quickly and swung the door open, hoping to catch whoever it was off guard. One man. Tall, about Mulder's height. Heavy, but not overweight, and in a black suit. Definitely not a doctor. The man saw Mulder and his hand instantly went down for something. A gun? Yes. Mulder grabbed his hand before the man could reach the weapon. Mulder's eyes met the other man's and fire flashed between them. "Who are you?" Mulder snarled. "I think I should be the one asking that question," the other man snarled back. He broke Mulder's grip suddenly and reversed it so that he had Mulder's arm. The man moved suddenly and the next thing Mulder knew he was pinned to the wall. The man reached into Mulder's pocket and drew out his ID. The man opened it and gave a surprised grunt. He studied it for a moment before letting Mulder go and giving it back to him. "Agent Mulder?" "Yes, now who are you?" Mulder asked dangerously. "I'm officer McGraw. I've come to ask Dr. Scully some questions. May I ask why you are here?" "I...," Mulder started, but McGraw cut him off. "Wait," McGraw said and pulled out a small, thick note pad and flipped pages, "You're the father." =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5e/10(repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:45:46 -0400 Mulder heard Scully groan from across the room when McGraw said that. She thought he didn't know what she had done yet. "Yes, that's right," Mulder said smoothly. "Well then I'm truly sorry for having started you, Agent Mulder. This must be a very trying time for you." McGraw apologised. Mulder nodded his acceptance and McGraw turned to Scully. "Dr. Scully," he began and moved to her bedside. Mulder followed behind. "Do you feel up to answering some questions for me?" "I guess I have to sometime, so now is as good a time as ever," Scully told him. Scully had managed to compose herself while the men had been scuffling. She looked calm and in control, well as in control as one can look in a hospital bed. Mulder smiled encouragement at her and she smiled back tentatively. "Okay. Now, Dr. Scully. Do you have any idea who would want to take Melissa?" McGraw asked. Melissa. Mulder smiled. It made sense that Scully would name her daughter after her sister. No matter how much the two of them had fought, Scully had really loved her sister. Mulder idly wondered if he would ever have a little girl to name after his sister. "No, I can't think of a caught Mulder's and held. The message in them was clear - don't tell him anything. I'll explain later. Mulder nodded his understanding slightly and Scully broke the eye contact. "What about you, Agent Mulder? Any enemies that would think this fitting revenge?" "No," Mulder told him. "I can't think of anyone." "Come on now. In your line of work there must be someone that doesn't entirely like you," McGraw insisted. "There's no one that I can think of that would do this kind of thing, Officer McGraw," Mulder insisted. McGraw grumbled and wrote something in his notebook. He threw Mulder a rather annoyed look and then turned back to Scully. "Dr. Scully, I'm sorry that I have to tell you this, but we have very few leads to go on in this case. We've never had a case quite like this one before where an infant is actually taken from the hospital. In similar cases, though, it is more often than not some family member who takes the child. If you were not here, Agent Mulder, you would be at the top of my list of suspects.' 'Due to the fact that you're both American, we are assuming that there's a high possibility of the child being taken out of the country. We've notified all of the local border crossings and the airports, bus lines, and train lines. We received a very limited description of the man we think took Melissa from a nurse on duty at the time. She's with the police artist right now and a sketch should be released in a few hours." "The press," Mulder murmured. "Shit. I had forgotten about them. McGraw, is there any way you can keep them in the dark on this one?" "Agent Mulder, I think it would greatly benefit our investigation for the press to be told. It would put the public on the look out for anything out of the ordinary." =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 5/g (repost) Date: 22 May 1996 23:48:26 -0400 "The press," Mulder murmured. "Shit. I had forgotten about them. McGraw, is there any way you can keep them in the dark on this one?" "Agent Mulder, I think it would greatly benefit our investigation for the press to be told. It would put the public on the look out for anything out of the ordinary." "Officer McGraw, you have the understand something. Scully is also an FBI agent and the cases we work on tend to be rather sensitive in nature. It would be detrimental for that work if our names were to be released. You can release the facts of the case, but to mention our names would be a mistake. I can get a formal request from an Assistant Director of the FBI to that affect if that's what it takes to keep our names private." Mulder told McGraw. Mulder didn't want anyone in the Bureau, especially their enemies, knowing about this. And the other problem was that if their names were released and Mulder was named as the father, there would be repercussions. Not that he wouldn't like to be the father of some of Scully's babies. No, Mulder, let's not think of that right now. "No, that won't be necessary," McGraw told Mulder sharply. "I'm sure we'll base limited to the bare essentials, and your names will be given out on a need to know basis. How does that sound?" "Great," Scully interjected. "Well, then I guess that's all for right now," McGraw told them. "Here's my card in case you need to contact me." McGraw handed his card to Scully and then beat a hasty retreat. "You don't have to be so heavy handed, Mulder" Scully reprimanded Mulder. "Hey, Scully, this is my child we're talking about here. I'm allowed to be a little heavy handed." Mulder replied. "We have to talk about that." "Yeah we do, Scully," Mulder agreed. He was suddenly totally serious. He sat down in a chair and looked straight into her eyes. "Do you want to tell me who's child this really is?" Mulder wasnUt sure if he wanted an answer to that question. No matter how she answered it was going to be awful. Either he was going to have to imagine her with some other man or he was going to have to imagine her being rapes, or some other similarly awful thing. "I..., I don't know, Mulder," Scully whispered. She closed her eyes as if in shame. "Oh god, Scully," Mulder said equally quietly. He got up and looked down at her. She still had her eyes closed. Mulder reached down and touched her face. "Scully," he whispered, "what happened?" "I don't know. One day I just felt sick. It carried on for over a week and I eventually went to the doctor. I thought I had the stomach flu. I turned out to be pregnant. I don't know how it happened, Mulder." Scully whispered. She was shaking, Mulder could feel it. "Why didn't you come to me?" "I.... Mulder I was afraid. Whoever, whatever put this child in me was going to want it back. I knew that from the first day. I wanted to be as far away from 'them', the ones that did this to me as possible. The fewer people who knew about the child, the safer it would be. And I didn't want this child to be used against you, not in any wy." "Oh, Scully, that doesn't make any sense." Mulder told her. "Don't you think I know that Mulder? I was scared, pregnant, and alone. I wasn't exactly thinking clearly." "You weren't alone, Scully. You were never alone, and you never will be, not as long as I am around. I promise you that." Mulder whispered. He really meant it and he had said it with all of his heart and soul. Scully sobbed and reached up to him. Mulder complied with her unspoken request for comfort, and wrapped his arms around her. He held her tightly against him and carefully lifted her up off the bed, drawing the blankets with them. He took a few steps over to one of the armed chairs. He sat down and held her tightly to him. In response she curled around him and finally gave way to her tears. -- =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 6a/10 FIXED REPOST!!! Date: 23 May 1996 20:16:44 -0400 Heard that this posted funny last time- hopefully the AOL gods will smile on me this time. Here goes! From: mkristen@unixg.ubc.ca (Chelle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child (6/?) Date: 30 Mar 1996 06:55:33 GMT Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child by Michelle Henderson When Margaret Scully opened the door and walked into her daughter's hospital room she wasn't quite sure what to expect to see. What she was greeted with, though, she would have only imagined in her fondest wishes for her daughter. Dana and Fox were curled up together in one of the big hospital chairs. Her daughter was wrapped tightly around her partner with her head buried in her shoulder. They were both asleep. Margaret Scully marvelled at how tightly they clung to each other. It almost looked as though they were scared to death of ever being separated. Both of them had lost so much over their lives, maybe this was their way of holding on to each other. As Margaret watched, Mulder slowly woke up. He knew she was in the room instantly and his eyes snapped open to look at her. He nodded towards her in acknowledgment of her presence. Muldeound Scully and then stood up with the small woman in his arms. He placed her on the bed gently and slipped out of her embrace. Dana's eyes fluttered, but did not open, and she didn't wake. Mulder bent down and brushed her hair back off her face and smiled down gently at her. Her turned back to Margaret and followed her out of the room. "How is she?" Margaret asked Mulder when they were out of the room and the door had closed behind them. "As well as can be expected, really. I mean, she's pretty broken up, Mrs. Scully." Margaret nodded. Fox was pretty broken up, as well. She could see it written all over his face. "Who do you think did this?" "I don't know. I can almost guarantee that the child's in the States by now. I want to get Scully back to Washington as soon as possible. I don't think much can be done here. And at least in Washington I will have my files and my connections. This isn't the best place to be setting up to find Scully's baby." "And you, Fox, you're going to search for this child?" Margaret asked him. She knew the answer, but she had to ask anyway. If only to get it out of the table, she had to ask. "Yes, Mrs. Scully. Scully and I will both look for this child. I just can't leave her out there alone with 'them'. And I won't let Scully go through what I did, the years of searching and looking into the face of every passing child of the right age and wondering 'is that her?', the years of just not knowing what has really happened." Mulder told Margaret. His eyes were full of pain for himself, for Dana, for Melissa and Samantha, but his voice never faltered. "Oh, Fox, my poor children," she said and gently took Mulder's hand in her own. The man looked down at her and she caught his eye before continuing, "Will you ever stop being hurt?" =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 6b/10 FIXED REPOST!!!! Date: 23 May 1996 20:19:42 -0400 Mulder jerked back momentarily, but Margaret had a good hold on his hand and it never slipped out of her grip. She knew she had startled him by including him as one of her children. Margaret would always hold a special place in her heart for this tormented man, but as long as he was Dana's best friend, and possibly some day more, he was definitely one of her children. She wondered if he would ever understand that. Would her ever be able to see that sometimes families aren't born into, but rather found along the road? She truly hoped so, for both his and Dana's sakes. "My poor Fox," she whispered. Margaret reached up and touched his cheek. It brought his gaze back to her from where it had wandered on the far wall. "There's something I need to know, and I need you to tell me the truth." "What is it, Mrs. Scully?" "Are you the father, Fox?" Margaret asked softly. She had to know. When she had asked at the nurses desk to see her daughter, the nurses had given her the room number and had told her that the father was in with Dana as well. That was all they had told her, they obviously assumed that she knew who the father was. But if lied about it? Mulder hesitated a moment before answering. Margaret could almost see his mind working during that silence. What's he hiding, she wondered, but did not say anything about it. "Yes, I am," he finally answered. Margaret knew she should say something to him, but couldn't. This was what she had wanted to know and she couldn't think of anyone that she would rather have as the father, but something was wrong here. Maybe it was the way he had paused before answering her. The way he had considered his answer. Was he telling her the truth, or was he telling her what he thought she wanted to hear? "Fox," she whispered when she had decided what to do. Margaret reached up and touched his cheek again, then she slipped her arms around him and drew him into her embrace. "I'm so sorry." Dana Scully was floating. No, she wasn't floating, she was hovering. Where was she? It looked like an operating room of some kind. She didn't remember coming here. She didn't remember anything. And then the door opened and a tall man walked into the room. His hair was greying, but he was slender and Dana couldn't pin point his age. Oh his left side, clutching his hand tightly was a little girl. Maybe two or three. wasn't quite sure what to expect to see. She wasn't very old, but she had a spark in her eyes that was intelligence embodied. Her red-gold hair hung down her back and curled lightly at the ends. Her eyes flashed a violent emerald green that could not be ignored. Melissa. Dana knew it instantly. Her beautiful child. Where were they? Why were they here? And what were they going to do to Melissa? The man motioned for Melissa to get on the table and the little girl complied without comment. It was as if this whole procedure was routine and that made Dana shiver. Melissa's eyes followed the man as he moved between the instruments in the room. Eventually he finished whatever it was that he was doing and turned back to the child. He said something to Melissa that Dana couldn't hear. In fact, Dana noticed for the first time, she couldn't hear anything. Melissa responded to the man with words that Dana once again couldn't hear. The man nodded slowly and then helped the girl out of her shirt. He motioned for her to lay down and she did so. Dana almost cried when she saw her daughter's chest and stomach. She had bruises almost everywhere and a long scar that ran from just below her left shoulder to the middle of her ribs. And there were burn marks all over the child's chest. What the hell were they doing to her? =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 6c/10 FIXED REPOST!!! Date: 23 May 1996 20:19:47 -0400 As Dana watched, the man hooked Melissa up to a computerised monitoring device. He placed electrodes on her chest, clustered around her heart to measure her heart rate, and on her head to monitor her brain waves. Melissa was just lying there letting him do it. Even though it must have been painful with all the bruises, she didn't move. The man took Melissa's arm in his hand. He rubbed in the crook of her elbow to bring the vein up and then with the other hand injected a clear fluid into her arm. For a moment nothing happened. And then suddenly, without warning, Melissa's eyes fluttered and her body began convulsing. The machines monitoring her went wild. the little girl suddenly opened her eyes as wide as they could go. Her eyes found Dana's and locked on. And then she screamed. It was a scream that could only be born from pure agony. Suddenly Scully realised that she was screaming as well. Dana was being shaken. Someone was calling her name. Then with a rush she was wide awake, and she was looking into the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen. But she was still screaming. "Scully," Mulder said and shook her again. Sheurry haze and nothing was making sense anymore. She kept screaming and barely realised that she was doing it. "Dana," Mulder tried again. This time he got through to her. He had used her first name. It was the strangeness of her name coming from his lips that had broken through the haze in her mind and brought her back. "Mulder?" Scully asked and felt a tear slide down her face. "I'm here. It's okay," he told her gently. Mulder reached out and brushed the tear off her face softly and pulled her into his embrace. "It was a dream, Mulder. Another dream, and it was awful. I..., they.... They were doing tests on Melissa and I couldn't stop them. I couldn't do anything. My little girl. Oh Mulder, my little girl." Scully held on to him tightly and cried into his shoulder. Mulder just held her for a long time and let her cry into his shoulder. He made soothing noises at her and moved his hands gently through her hair. Eventually her crying died down and she began to pull away from him. When she did Scully felt his arms tighten around her, as if trying to keep her from pulling away, and then loosen a second later. "Your mother's here," Mulder told her softly. His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her skin. Scully looked over Mulder's shoulder and saw her mother. "Mom," Scully breathed and let go of Mulder completely. Her mother smiled gently at her and came forward. Mulder moved out of their way. "Mom," Scully repeated as her mother hugged her tightly. "Oh Dana, I'm so sorry," Margaret Scully said gently. The two women just held each other for the longest time and then Scully pulled away from her mother. "Mom, what are we going to do?" "Fox wants to go back to Washington," Margaret told her daughter. Scully turned to look at Mulder. His eyes caught hers and for a moment she was lost in his eyes. She saw only caring and warmth and it enveloped her from across the room. Then she turned back to her mother. Scully nodded, "Yes, it's time to go back. It's time to go home." =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 6d/10 FIXED REPOST!!!! Date: 23 May 1996 20:24:29 -0400 The next day at three-fifteen in the afternoon, Mulder, Scully, and Margaret bored a flight bound for Washington. Scully was bundled up tightly in her jacket and a number of sweaters. It was the middle of winter, but it was 40 degrees out, so it wasn't the outside chill she was trying to fight off. It was the inside chill, that part of her soul that was so cold it permeated throughout her body. Mulder walked beside Scully. She was leaning on him slightly and he was supporting her without comment. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist to kept her from stumbling and every once in a while he said something soft to her and she responded quietly. Margaret Scully was following behind them. She wanted to help her daughter, but at the same time she didn't want to invade the personal space she shared with Mulder. They boarded the planed and quickly got themselves seated. Mulder had booked them into business class when he had phoned and made the last minute reservations. It was going to be a long flight and he wanted Scully to be as comfortable as possible. Mulder helped Scully into one of the isle seats and then took the window seat next to her. Margaret was seated in the other isle seat, directly across from her daughter. Mulder was trying to convince Scully to take off her jacket, but she was refusing. He tried slipping it down over her shoulders, but she pulled it back up before he could get it off any further. Scully glared up at Mulder with a look that would have stopped lesser men in their tracks. Mulder, however, was used to Scully's temper. "I'm cold, Mulder. I need my jacket. And leave me alone, okay?" "You're not physically cold, Scully. You're psychologically cold. The jacket isn't going to do you any good. And no, I won't leave you alone," Mulder replied. He tried to smile at Scully, but it was hard, she was being so damned stubborn. "I don't care. I want my jacket." Scully replied. "Scully, please. For me? It will make me feel better. It's going to be a long flight and I want you to be comfortable. We can get some blankets if you're cold. You're going to want to take it off in an hour anyway." "Then I'll take it off in an hour." Scully responded. Mulder sighed and sat back in defeat. She was being so stubborn and it was over such a silly issue. Logically he knew that her behaviour was perfectly normal for someone dealing with as much as she was dealing with. Emotionally, though, he hated it. A few minutes later a flight attendant came on and began explaining the safety features on the air craft. Mulder tuned the woman out, he had already committed the speech to memory anyhow, and used the time to study his former partner out of the corner of his eye. She looked tired. She was sleep-deprived and a litter thinner than she should have been. Her hair was a slightly dimmed version of its ordinary brilliance and her blue eyes didn't dance like they normally did. In short she looked like someone who had gone through the wars and lived to tell about it. But to Mulder she was still beautiful. His beautiful Dana. She completed his life. Wait, where had that thought come from? And then suddenly he realised that it was true. She did complete his life. How had he ever lived without her? And as he thought about it, he realised that he really hadn't. All those years before she had walked through his door the first time and all those months since she had walked through it the last time had been pointless and without meaning. Mulder wanted to reach out to Scully then and tell her what he had just discovered in those last few seconds, but he knew he couldn't. Now was not the time to be telling her this and making things any more complicated than they already were. She needed him as a friend and someone to lean on, and that was what he was going to give her. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 6e/10 FIXED REPOST!!!! Date: 23 May 1996 20:26:05 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. Eventually the flight attendant ended her speech and clicked off the microphone. She sat down and buckled herself in. Then the plane began its taxi to the runway. Just as the plane began to speed up for takeoff, Scully's hand found his and held on tightly. This was the part of flying that Scully hated the most, and Mulder knew that. Even when they were in the air, Scully didn't let go of his hand. Margaret Scully pulled out a book as soon as they were in the air. She glanced over at Mulder and Scully to make sure they were okay. Then she turned back to her book and began reading. Within half an hour she was fast asleep. "Mulder," Scully said softly after a while. "Yes?" "I'm tired," Scully told him. She looked up at him then and smiled softly. Mulder nodded, "Do you want to sleep?" "Yes." Mulder flagged down one of the flight attendants and asked for blankets for Scully as well as for her mother. The man brought the blankets back quickly and Mulder thanked him. Mulder got up for a second and covered Mrs. Scully and then sat back down and helped Scully to arrange herself. He pulled Scully back against him until she was leaning on his chest. "Thanks Mulder, for everything." Scully mumbled and then drifted off as soon as she closed her eyes. end 6/10 =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 7a/10 Date: 23 May 1996 18:31:39 -0400 Sorry about the mistakes in earlier post numbers- it's all here, I promise! Refer to disclaimer in Part One. The Child - Part Seven by Michelle Henderson As soon as Mulder entered his apartment, he knew something was wrong. At first he couldn't figure out what it was, and then it hit him. The smell, it smelled wrong in he apartment. It smelled like... cigarette smoke. Mulder had his gun out and the light on in one smooth motion. And then he saw the man sitting on the couch. "What do you want?" Mulder asked him coolly, never dropping his gun. "I don't want anything, Mr. Mulder," Cancerman told him smoothly. "I do, however, have something that you might want." "What?" Mulder asked icily and closed the door behind him with his foot. He kept his gun carefully trained on the older man the entire time. "Oh, I think you know. Put the gun away, Mr. Mulder. We're both civilized human beings here, and we'll have no use for that." Cancerman told him. Mulder wasn't happy. He didn't trust this man, not one little bit, but he knew that if he didn't out the gun down, Cancerman would never speak. And Mulder needed the information that he had. Mulder nodded and brought the gun down slowly. He moved over to a chair and sat down. He placed the gun very deliberately in front of him on the table. "Ah Mr. Mulder. Your caution is tiring." Cancerman observed and brought his cigarette up to his mouth for another drag. "My caution keeps me safe. Now what is it that you wanted to tell me?" "Mr. Mulder I'm sure you know why I'm here. I have knowledge about the where abouts of a certain child. Your child, if my friends faxed me the right birth certificate," Cancerman said and smirked at the last comment. And Mulder knew that he knew damned well that the child wasn't Mulder's. "What have you done with her?" Mulder demanded. "Ah, now it wouldn't really be fair to tell you that after my friends have gone through so much to get it done, would it? Lucky for you, though, they've come to realize that you can't keep a child away from a mother who loves it as much as Dana loes that little one. So, they're willing to give her back." "You bastard, this was the plan the entire time, wasn't it? What did you do to Melissa? And while we're on the topic, where exactly did Melissa come from in the first place?" "Now, Mulder, how could a man of your obvious intelligence not know where babies come from? You see the mommy and the daddy.... Well, wait you're the daddy. How could you forget making this child with your lovely partner?" Cancerman asked and laughed in Mulder's face. Mulder was seething. He was ready to go over and hit Cancerman so hard that he would never know what hit him. The only thing that stopped Mulder was the reminder that Cancerman still hadn't told him where Melissa was being kept. "Where is she?" Mulder snarled. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 7b/10 Date: 23 May 1996 19:08:43 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. Cancerman looked at him for a long time and then slowly took an envelope out of his pocket, "Inside is the location and time of the drop off. You have to come alone, Mr. Mulder. If you don't, I'll personally make sure that you never see your daughter again." Cancerman stood up at that and headed towards the door, "Alone, Mr. Mulder. And don't try anything stupid." Then he let himself out. The smoke billowed out after him, and then the door shut. "It's too easy," Scully said simply after Mulder told her what Cancerman had told him. When Cancerman had left, Mulder had opened the envelope. Inside was one slip of white paper. On it was typed the time, date and place of the drop off. Mulder didn't know whether to believe what was written there, or if he was just walking into another trap. He had debated whether or not to tell Scully of the meeting. He had been worried that she would insist on coming with him. And never in a million years would Mulder allow her to do that. First was the fact that he had been told to come alone, and second, this was her child and it was unlikely that she would be thinking correctly if something were to go wrong. But so far she hadn't even suggested coming, in fact he was beginning to think that Scully didn't believe that 'they' would come through on their promise of delivering Melissa at all. "Maybe not," Mulder told her. He had every intention of making the rendezvous, trap or not. "Mulder, think about it. Why would 'they' take her and then not a week later offer to give her back with no strings attached? It has to be a trap, either that or...." She had stopped herself before she could say what she was thinking. Maybe because it was too painful to even consider, or maybe she thought that saying it would make it come true. But he knew what the rest of that sentence would have been: or else they've done something to her. Some sort of test or experiment and are done with her. Or perhaps this was all an experiment from the very beginning and they just wanted to make sure that 'their' child was developing correctly. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. That's all Scully had right now and Mulder knew that it must be driving her crazy. He was trying to change that for her as soon as he possibly could. "It's okay, Scully. I don't think that it's a trap. It feels right. It doesn't feel like a trap. As for the rest of it, let's just concentrate on getting Melissa back right now. Anything else can be left for later, okay?" "I.... Mulder, I want her back more than anything, you know that, but if I were to lose you too, or if you got hurt trying to get her back, I would never be able to forgive myself. I'm worried. I'm sorry, I know I'm being weak. I know that you're trained to handle this, we're both trained to handle this, but I'm scared. I don't know what to do." "Scully," Mulder said as he sat down next to her and took one of her hands in both of his, "No one's trained for what you've been put through in the last nine months, no one. And every reaction you're having is totally natural for this kind of stress. You have to believe that. It's okay to feel like you don't know what to do. But I've got to try, Scully. I won't be able to live with myself if I don't at least show up. It would be like failing you again, and I couldn't handle that." Mulder looked down at their hands when he said that. Her fingers were twined with his. She was holding on to him so tightly that her knuckles were going white. Mulder knew that Scully was strong, but he was surprised by the force in her grip. It was as if she were trying to hold on to him for dear life. It only made him feel all the more responsible for her, and now Melissa's, safety. It had been true, what he had said. If he didn't go to this meeting and try to get Melissa back, he would be failing her. Just like when 'they' had taken her the first time, and like when she had first discovered she was pregnant with Melissa, and had felt that she couldn't come and talk to him. Both those times he had failed her. He wouldn't do it again, he couldn't do it again, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did. "Mulder, you've never failed me," Scully said softly. It broke through all the voices in his mind, and reached his soul with so much force that he almost couldn't breath. Because he knew that she believed it was true. In her opinion, he had never failed her. How could she truly believe that after everything that had happened, all of the times she had gotten hurt, all of the times it had been his fault because he wasn't watching carefully enough, or he wasn't thinking properly, or he was so caught up in his own search that he forgot to worry about her? How could she truly believe that? "I fail you all the time, Scully," Mulder said softly. He stood up and took his hands back from her. "I'm going to make the meeting. I'll call you as soon as I get back and tell you what happened. If after twenty-four hours you haven't heard from me, call Skinner and tell him everything." And then he left before she could even say anything. When he got back to his car, he felt one tear trickle down his cheek. He loved her so much, and he hurt her so much. Leaving her had been the hardest thing he could ever remember doing, but he knew it was the only right thing he could have done. He was going to get Melissa back for her, and then he was going to cut all ties. It would keep Melissa safe. It would keep his enemies away from her. It would keep Scully safe. And that was all that mattered for him right now. As long as he knew that she was safe, Mulder could spend the rest of his life without seeing her. At least he thought so. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 7c/10 Date: 23 May 1996 19:39:04 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. Mulder glanced down at his watch again. He was at the right place, on the right day, and it was the right time. So where were they? He scowled as he looked up into the surrounding darkness. Where was Cancerman? He should be here right now. He should be handing over Melissa. Mulder should be going back to his apartment and calling Scully. He shouldn't be standing in this god forsaken place, checking his watch, and waiting for that damn man. "Ah, Mr. Mulder, in a hurry are we? That's the third time you've looked at your watch in the last two minutes," the voice observed from behind Mulder. Mulder didn't quiet jump, but he felt like it. He knew that voice instantly. Cancerman. Finally. But how had he gotten behind Mulder without him noticing, and where was Melissa? Mulder turned around to face the man, who was, as always, holding a smoldering cigarette in his hand. He smirked at Mulder slightly and raised his eyebrow. Then he turned around and started walking away. Mulder had no choice but to follow him. They walked down a small hill and across the almost deserted parking lot until they came to a nondescript black car. Cancerman motioned to Mulder and then opened one of the side doors. Inside, in a white and blue baby carrier, was a small mewling infant. The child had red hair and the greenest eyes that Mulder had ever seen and he knew instantly that this was Melissa. And, as he knew he would, he fell instantly in love with the small child. Cancerman reached in and withdrew the child and the baby carrier from the car. He held her out to Mulder, "Now, you realize, Mr. Mulder that you owe me something for this. You didn't think this would be free, did you?" Cancerman asked with mocking laughter in his voice. "What do you want?" Mulder asked through clenched teeth. He knew he wouldn't be able to refuse Cancerman's demand. He might have been able to before he had seen Melissa, but know that he had seen her, know that she was in front of him, so close that he could smell her sweet baby smell, he knew he would give Cancerman anything to have the child. "Well, Mr. Mulder, we never really know, do we? A favour, let's say. It might not be tomorrow, or next week, or this month, or even this year, but I will collect, you can be sure of that. And never forget that I can take Melissa away just as easily as I brought her back." "Fine," Mulder agreed, and Cancerman handed Melissa over. "And one more thing," Cancerman added. "What?" Mulder literally growled it. "Stay away from your partner, Agent Mulder. Let her have her own life, she will be safe that way." It was a threat and Mulder knew it. He didn't respond, but he knew that Cancerman knew that he had heard well enough. "Never forget this promise, Mr. Mulder. You're father made a similar one and forgot about it himself, and see how that turned out?" Cancerman said as he slipped into his car, and then drove away before Mulder could say anything in response. "I have her." Scully dropped the phone. She slid down the wall to the floor and curled up into a tight little ball and began to cry. It was the three words that she had been craving for ever since Melissa had disappeared, and now she felt like she couldn't deal with the overwhelming emotions that were attached to them. She was so relieved, she was so happy, that she didn't know what to do about it. Vaguely she heard her mother rushing across the room, to make sure that she was okay. Margaret asked her something that she couldn't really understand and Scully waved her away. She saw her mother pick up the phone, and Scully knew that she was carrying on the conversation with Mulder. Then Scully felt her mother's arms go around her and heard her mother cry as well. They sat there for a number of minutes, Scully and her mother, just holding each other and crying in relief. "Where are they?" Scully asked her mother eventually. "Hospital. Come on, I'll drive you, I don't think you could make it on your own right now, and anyways, I want to see my grand daughter." "Why are they at the hospital? Is she hurt?" Scully asked frantically. She didn't think she could deal with it if 'they' had done something awful to her daughter. "She's fine. Fox just wanted to make sure. They're doing a check-up, that's all. I'm sure she'll be fine and you'll be able to bring her home tonight." Margaret told her daughter. Scully nodded. Her mother helped her up slowly and then the two of them made their way to the hospital. "Is she okay?" Scully demanded as she burst into the examination room where they had Melissa. Three sets of eyes turned on her almost instantly. One set was hazel, one set was deep almond brown, and the last set, thank god, was startling emerald green. The young doctor looked up from the child that he had been examining and caught Scully's eyes. His eyes danced, and he smiled gently at Scully. "You must be the mother, Dana Scully. And yes, your little girl is fine, Miss. Scully." Then he tuned to Mulder, "I'm done here. She's fine. I'll sign the forms and then you can be out of here." Scully was no longer paying attention, and she didn't even stop to correct the other doctor on the mistake of her name, as she usually would have. She stepped forward, and when she reached the bed, she scooped Melissa up in her arms. "My little girl," she murmured and held Melissa close, "I love you so much." Margaret was standing directly behind Scully, trying to get a look at her newest grandchild. Neither of them saw or heard Mulder leave some minutes later, once the paper work was completed and he had watched for as long as dared. Any longer and he might never have been able to leave that room without them. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 8a/10 Date: 23 May 1996 21:16:08 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. The Child - Part Eight by Michelle Henderson The phone rang once, twice, three times... click. "I'm not in right now. Leave a message after the beep." The answering machine. Again. "Damn you, Mulder," Scully whispered and hung up before she could leave that or any other message. "Why are you doing this?" Melissa murmured softly in her sleep, and Scully looked down at her small daughter. Two weeks. She'd had Melissa back for two weeks now, and during that time she hadn't heard one word from Mulder. It was almost as if he had dropped off the face of the Earth. He was avoiding her, that much she understood. Why, though? It had something to do with Melissa, she was sure of that. Had there been a price for her daughter, after all? Had Mulder bought Melissa's return with the promise that he would stay away? Was this distance being imposed on him, or was he doing it himself? What if he had just decided to cut his losses and put her out of his life? Had she done or said something? Was this her fault? *Stop it,* she told herself crossly. *You had no hold over him. He didn't leave you, he simply left. He's probably immersed in his work all ready, and so caught up in it that he has no time to get back to you right now.* "Dana, honey, are you ready to go?" her mother called to her from the front room. "Yes, I'm coming, Mom," Dana replied. She reached down and picked Melissa up off the bed. Melissa woke up slowly and shifted slightly in Scully's arms. She opened her green eyes and looked up at Scully. She gave Scully a sweet baby smile and then closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Melissa never cried. It was something that confused Scully to no end. Sure she made small sounds and was able to make her needs known, but she never cried. Not once since she had been returned to Scully, and before that only at her birth. It wasn't natural, Scully knew that. Babies cried, that was simply the way of it. So why didn't Melissa cry? "Ready to go home, Sweetheart?" Scully asked and rocked Melissa slightly. Melissa gurgled slightly in her sleep and Scully smiled down at her. Then Scully turned and went to join her mother. To go out to the car and begin her long journey to her new city, her new job, her new apartment, and her new life. Never again would she work for the government, she knew that, but she would never regret her time there, either. It had given her Melissa, it had given her Mulder, and in a way it had given her herself. Two Years Later "Hello?" "Hello, Mrs. Scully?" "Yes?" "Mrs. Scully, this is Mulder. I need to get hold of your daughter. Do you have a number where I could reach her?" The words came out as quickly as he could make them. He didn't know what kind of attitude Mrs. Scully held toward him at this point, but he didn't think it was a very good one, whatever it was. "Mulder? What do you want with Dana?" "I need to talk to her, Mrs. Scully, it's quite important," Mulder tried to keep his voice as calm as he could. He didn't feel calm at all, though. He looked down at the file on his desk, and another wave of urgency came over him. The file contained details of Melissa's conception and the project that this whole mess had been a part of. He hadn't found it himself, instead it had been left on his desk last night. When he had come in the this morning it had been just sitting there in the middle of his desk. "You've already hurt her so much, Mulder. She's just getting her life back together, I don't know if she needs this right now." Mulder, not Fox, ouch that hurt. He almost couldn't believe how much that hurt. How long had Scully tried to get her mother to stop that? How long had he wanted her to stop it? And now she had, and Mulder realized that he had wanted it after all. "Please, it's about Melissa." Mulder said. "Oh, it's about Melissa, is it? Two whole years you don't see your daughter and suddenly it's about Melissa? I never thought you'd be one to leave your own child, Mulder. I always thought that you were better than that. But you can't have it both ways. You can't just show up after all this time and say it's about Melissa, it just doesn't work that way." "Please, I just want to talk to Scully. It really is important. And I promise that I won't hurt her again." "I don't know about that, Mulder. There's only one way that you could avoid hurting Dana again. But I have a feeling that if I don't give you the number, you have ways of finding out anyways. Am I right?" "Yes," Mulder told her. The only reason he had called her first before going to those other sources was because he didn't want anymore people than were necessary to know that he was looking for Scully. "Fine," she sighed. "Do you have a pen?" "Yes," Mulder told her and wrote down the number she gave him. "Thank you," he said and hung up. And all he could think as he did so was, I didn't abandon them, I protected them. But maybe they were one and the same thing in the end. Ring.... ring.... ring.... click. "Hi, you've caught me out. If you want to try my office, the number is 597-2395. Otherwise, leave a message after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Beep. "Damn," Mulder whispered into the receiver. This was the third time he'd gotten the answering machine. Was she never home? He hadn't tried her office number yet, but he was getting more and more tempted to do it. This wasn't something he really wanted to discuss with her while she was at work, but it was looking like he would have to. Mulder sighed and punched in the other number. Ring.... ring.... "Hello?" It was Scully. She sounded tired and not too happy to be answering the phone at this particular moment. "Hello?" she asked again when Mulder hesitated. "Hi, Scully, it's...," "Mulder?" "Yes. Look, are you busy right now? I need to talk to you." "No, I'm...," thump, "Ow!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just trying to get a book down, and whoever built these shelves must have been tall. What do you want?" Scully asked her voice suddenly growing suspicious. Mulder didn't like the way that tone sounded. "I, Scully, it's about Melissa." "What about her?" "I've come across part of Melissa's file, and I thought you would like to have a look at it." "What's in it?" "Scully, I think you know what's in it. " "Okay, can you fax it up to me?" "Scully, I don't think that would be the best idea. I don't trust the phone lines with this kind of information, it's not all secure. I'd like to bring it up to Boston for you," "I don't think that's a very good idea, either, Mulder. Why don't I go down to Washington and pick it up from you?" So she didn't want him to see where she was living? She didn't want him intruding on the life she had established for herself now? Well, he could understand that, he guessed. "When?" "This weekend. It's time that Melissa saw her grandmother, anyhow." "Okay, call me when you get into town." Mulder told her. They said good-bye, and then hung up. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 8b/10 Date: 23 May 1996 21:53:12 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. "Mom...," the little girl whined and struggled in her seat belt. She had seen her grandmother and all that was on her mind was getting to her as fast as she could. "Mel, hold still so that I can get the seat belt off, okay?" Dana asked her small daughter. She was leaning over the child and fumbling with the mechanism while Melissa made the whole thing almost impossible with all her squirming. "Grama," the little girl told her mother and continued to try to squirm out of the seat belt. "Melissa Samantha Scully, you sit still so that I can do this," Dana said in a harsher tone then she normally used to get her daughter to listen. She was under a lot of stress, though, and Mel wasn't helping matters. Her daughter gazed up at her with wide eyes, but stopped her movements. "Thank you, dear," Scully said and released the seat belt. Melissa jumped out of the car, ran around Dana, and jumped into her grandmother's arms. Dana stood and closed and locked the door to the car. She turned to her mother and daughter and went to join them. "How are you, Dana?" Margaret asked. She shifted Melissa to one arm and draped the other over Dana's shoulder. Then Margaret turned them all and led them into the house. "Okay, I guess. I'm so busy at work, and now this.... It's just not helping Mom, it really isn't." Dana sighed. "Why did you agree to come out and see him, dear?" Margaret led her daughter into the house and closed the door behind them. Once they were inside, she motioned for Dana to sit on the couch, and she sat with Melissa in the arm chair. "He said he had a file he wanted me to take a look at, and that he wanted to give it to me in person. He wanted to come to Boston, but I convinced him to let me come here to him." Dana told her mother. When she had phoned her mother on Monday and asked if it would be okay if she and Melissa stayed there over the weekend, all she had told her mother was that she was coming out to see Mulder. Dana hadn't wanted to discuss it over the phone, and her mother had let it drop for then. Now she wanted to know what this was all about. "Why didn't he just fax it to you for goodness sakes?" Margaret asked her, "Why make you come here, why put you through this?" "You know how Mulder is, Mom. He doesn't trust anyone." Dana sighed and looked up at her mother from the hands that she had been carefully studying for a few minutes now. "He's not going to see Mel?" Margaret asked. "He hasn't asked to, no," Dana told her mother. She could see that her mother wasn't too happy about that. Dana wasn't sure what to do. Mulder wasn't Mel's father, he didn't have any obligation to take a role in her life, and still Margaret thought that he was her father. and Margaret obviously thought that Mulder should be involved in Melissa's life. What could Dana do short of saying, look, Mom, Mulder isn't the father, and frankly I don't know who is, I'm hoping that's what he might be able to tell me this weekend, and that's why I'm here? And she couldn't tell her mother that, because that would only open a whole new can of worms. "When are you going to see him?" "I have to phone him now that I am in town. I assume he'll want to see me as soon as possible, probably later today, or first thing tomorrow," Dana informed her mother. "Why don't you go make that call right now then?" Dana nodded and got up from her position on the couch, and moved over to the phone. She picked up the receiver and dialed the number that two years, and who knew how many miles of distance hadn't been able to take from her memory. Ring...., ring..., "Hello?" "Mulder, it's Dana, um..., Scully," she said. Dana had gotten so used to being called by her first name over the last two years, that it had just become natural to introduce herself that way. "Scully? Hi, are you in town?" Mulder asked. His voice was much lower than when he had first answered the phone, almost as though he couldn't quite catch his breath. "Yes, I'm at my mother's house. When do you want to see me?" Dana asked him carefully. "Soon. Today." Mulder sounded a little out of it. Dana absently wondered if he was coming down with something. He just didn't sound like himself. Well, at least not like the Mulder she had known two years ago anyways. "Okay, just let me get cleaned up, okay? Where do you want to meet?" Dana asked him. "Is here okay?" "Sure." "Do you still remember how to get here?" "Of course." end 8/10 =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Child 9a/10 Date: 23 May 1996 23:01:23 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in Part One. The Child - Part Nine by Michelle Henderson Dana Scully stepped out of the elevator and looked down the hall. She was at Mulder's apartment building. She had been so sure that she would never be here again, and now here she was. She was almost scared of going to see Mulder this afternoon. Did she really want to see the file he had? Did she really want to know about Melissa's father, or how she had become pregnant in the first place? Would it make her look at Mel any differently? Would it make her see conspiracies and 'them' when she looked into her daughter's face? Could she live with the knowledge that Mulder was going to give her? Scully sighed, there was only one way she was ever going to find out, and that didn't involve standing in the hallway. She was just going to have to go knock on his door, and read the file that had brought her all the way down here in the first place. Dana squared her shoulders and headed for Mulder's door. Mulder opened the door slowly and then stood there simply staring at her. Scully, for her part, was staring at Mulder as well. He just didn't look like himself. Not that he looked bad, or ill, just that he didn't look like himself. He had a haunted look in his eyes, that had previously only been visible when he was speaking of his sister, and the lines on his face where more clearly visible then Scully remembered them. Most of all his bearing was wrong. He had always been a strong person, who projected that easily, now he looked somewhat broken, somewhat misused. "Mulder?" Scully said, and reached out with her hand. At the last moment, right before she touched his face, she let her hand drop. It hit her leg with a slight slap and Mulder looked down at the where the noise had come from. "Come in Scully," he said and stepped backwards to open the door for her. She nodded and followed him back into the apartment. She looked around, it was in the same kind of disarray that she remembered from previous visits, and that at least made her smile. "Do you want anything?" Mulder asked her as he motioned for her to sit down. While she was doing so, he closed the door behind them. "No. I..., I just want to see the file. I mean that is what I'm here for after all," Scully told him. She felt a little uncomfortable being here, like she was invading his private world. Why had it never felt like that before, she wondered? She just wanted to see the file, and then leave. "Of course," Mulder said and went into another room to get the file. He came back with it a moment later and set it on the table in front of her. He moved across the room and sat down across from her. He was watching her carefully and Scully wasn't sure if she liked his behaviour that much. Why did he have to stare at her? Was he just going to sit there like that while she read the file? If so, she wasn't sure how much of it she could get through. "How have you been?" Mulder asked just as she reached for the file. "Not bad," Scully answered noncommittally. "What are you doing?" "Teaching at the University. Could I just read the file, Mulder?" Scully asked with a sigh. "Of course," Mulder replied and stood up. He moved to the kitchen before Dana could even say anything to stop him. She glanced back down at the file and opened it slowly. The first four or five pages were a discussion of her and Mulder, their partnership, and their work on the X- files. Not terribly informative, at least not to Scully, she had been there after all. After that the file quickly moved into statements about how dangerous she and Mulder where together and the conclusion that an effective way to separate them was needed. -As a result of this partnership, the X-files has quickly become a fully functioning division. Agent Scully has failed in the task that she was originally intended for, and she must now be removed. This will not be a simple operation, however, as both Mulder and Scully have friends in high places, who are willing to intercede on their behalf in order to keep them together, and to keep the X-files division open. The only way Mulder and Scully will be effectively separated is if one of them leaves of their own free will. It is the opinion of this council that if Agent Scully leaves, the X-files division will quickly collapse to the point it was at before her insertion.- The file went on for several pages in this way, and was apparently the result of several months of meetings of this 'council'. What else they had discussed at those meetings was unclear, and only discussion about her and Mulder was recorded. -After much discussion and observation it is the conclusion of this council that Agent Scully will never leave the X-files simply to protect her own life. It is, however, likely that she would leave in order to protect someone else...- The following pages were a long description of what exactly they planned to do to her. She shuddered as she read it. It was almost as if all of this had happened to another person, like she was totally removed from it all. But the truth remained that this file was about her, and that it was her that these things had been done to. Basically the pages could be cut down to four short, succinct, life-altering sentences. -Agent Scully will be drugged.- -She will be removed from her apartment and taken to our facility- -One there she will be inseminated with sperm from an unknown donor.- -She will then be returned to her apartment.- Scully closed the file slowly. She placed it down on the table, and curled up into a little ball on the couch. She didn't even realize that she was crying until she felt the tears sliding down her face. They ran into her mouth and she tasted the saltiness of them. She was shaking violently and was aware of nothing outside of herself. "Scully?" Mulder asked and touched her shoulder. In some part of her mind she registered that he was there, but she wasn't ready to acknowledge him just yet. She kept her head buried in her arms and rocked silently back and forth. "Scully?" Mulder tried again. This time he reached out and tried to wrap his arms around her. It was hard, her being as curled up as she was. Eventually she reached for him and allowed herself to be drawn into his arms. He just held her, and she cried like she had never cried before. "Mulder," she said after awhile, when her tears had stopped and she had gotten her voice back. "Scully," Mulder began, "I'm so sorry." Scully raised her eyes and looked at him then, and she could see it, she could see it in his eyes. He blamed himself for this. How could he? How could he think that it was his fault that those bastards had used her like this? She had stayed with him, and been his partner out of her own free will. She had been asked many times if she wanted a transfer out and she had refused every one. Somewhere along the line his quest had become hers, and she had taken it willingly. "Don't you dare, Mulder. Don't you dare blame yourself for this. How dare you be so arrogant as to think that this is all about you? You didn't cause this anymore than I did. It was those bastards, they did it, and they are the only ones to blame here." Mulder stiffened and drew back from her. His arms came from around her and fell at his sides. "I can't help but fell that this is my fault, Scully. If you had never gotten involved in the X-files, this would never have happened. I wish to god it had never happened." "I don't," Scully told him. She felt Mulder withdraw even further in shock. "Look, Mulder. What they did to me, it was awful. I feel violated in the worst way. My body has been used without my consent, I've been raped in a very real sense. But look what I got out of it. I have a daughter I love more than anything on this planet. I couldn't ask for anything more. I can't turn this into something to be despised, because then I will start despising her, and that is not fair. I needed to know the truth, I needed to know what happened, but I can't wish that it had never happened." Scully tried to explain it to him. How she felt, what she thought. She hated that she had been used, yes. She hated the people who had done it to her, that was true as well. But she didn't wish it hadn't happened. She loved her daughter too much to wish that. She needed her daughter too much to ever imagine not having her. Mulder didn't answer, and so Scully continued, "There's one thing I don't understand, though. Why did they take her after her birth? I had already left the X-files, they didn't have to worry about me anymore." She looked at Mulder and saw the guilty expression on his face. And she knew. She knew that he knew why they had taken Melissa. And he wasn't going to tell her either. It was something that she was going to have to figure out on her own. =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 9b/10 Date: 23 May 1996 23:42:15 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. It was something to do with Mulder. That abduction hadn't been about her, it had been about Mulder. To keep Mulder under control? To keep him from doing something that they didn't want? Had it been a warning to both of them about what 'they' could do if they really wanted to. Had they used the threat against Melissa as a leash on Mulder? Did he have to promise something to them in order to get her back? "They made you promise to stay away, didn't they? That was the deal for her return. All you had to do was keep out of our lives." Scully accused. She saw the answer in his eyes. She was right. "And it was an easy promise to make wasn't it Mulder?" Scully asked, tears in her eyes again. They were ready to fall any second. She couldn't believe that he had been able to walk away from her that easily, from their friendship, from everything that it had meant to her. "No," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "it was one of the hardest things I have ever done." He stood up then and walked away from her. She could do nothing for a moment except to stare at his back and wonder where on Earth he was going. And then suddenly she jumped up and followed him. "Mulder," she called and grabbed his arm from behind. He stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around to look at her. He was waiting for her to say something. And until she did he wouldn't say or do anything. "Mulder, I..., I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I was so hurt when you left. I didn't know what to do." "Why did you put my name on Melissa's birth certificate?" Mulder suddenly asked her. It was such a drastic change of topic that Scully had to take a minute to change gears. "I wanted you to be able to protect her if something ever happened to me," Scully told him truthfully. "Is that all?" He asked. Mulder still hadn't turned around to face her. She couldn't see his face, and she had no clue what he was thinking. What do you want me to say, Mulder? Do you want to hear that I wished it was your child inside my body? I did wish that, you know. Ever day of my pregnancy I wished it was your child. Do you want to hear that I love you more than a friend should? Well I do that too, even now, even after you left us, even after all this time. What do you want to hear, Mulder? "Was there something specific that you wanted to hear, Mulder?" She asked him quietly. "No." Mulder said and jerked his arm out of her grasp. He began to walk away from her again. "Did you want to hear that I wished that Melissa was yours?" Scully asked him pointedly. It made Mulder stop in his tracks again, but this time she didn't go to him. She continued on. "I did, Mulder, I really did. I wished with everything I had that she was yours. And putting your name on her birth certificate was one way of making part of that come true at least. You were never supposed to know about that, not really. At that point I never thought I would see you again, I never thought I would come back." Mulder turned and looked at her then. His eyes searched her face. He was looking for something. Apparently he found it, because he started moving towards her. He stopped just inches from her and reached out for her face with his hand. He cradled her cheek in his palm and ran his thumb gently over her bottom lip. He didn't say anything, and Scully didn't want him to. He simply bent down and replaced his thumb with his mouth. And then he was kissing her, and Scully could barely believe it. How long had she waited for this moment. How many times over the last two years had she imagined him coming back to her and kissing her like this. Soft and gentle, like the kiss itself could heal everything that was wrong in her life. He broke away from her slowly, and Scully realized that she had her eyes closed. When she opened them he was gone. He had just slipped away. She turned around to see him back in the living room. She just looked at him, the question in her eyes. "I can't do this," he told her. She didn't reply, she just kept looking at him levelly. "I can't. Melissa. I promised." The words came out brokenly. He couldn't keep his voice steady. Again she didn't say anything. "I have to keep her safe, and that means keeping away from her." "No one is this world is completely safe, Mulder. And the ultimate responsibility for keeping people safe does not come down on your shoulders. You are just one man. If they want to take her, they'll take her. If they want to hurt her, they'll hurt her. Whether or not you are near her is not going to change their minds if they want her. In fact being closer might give her an advantage. The closer you are, the better you can watch her." "I...," Mulder began and then trailed off. "It's okay. You don't have to come back now. I'll ask again, and again, and again, and as many times as it takes until you feel that you are ready to come home and be a father to your daughter. I'll never stop asking." Scully told him. "Good," Mulder said strongly. He seemed to have gotten his voice back. "Because I'll never stop saying yes." He smiled at her then and Scully came into the living room and into his arms. "This isn't going to be easy, you know?" he asked her. "Nothing with us ever is," she replied and reached up for his mouth with hers. end 9/10 =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 10a/10 Date: 24 May 1996 00:23:15 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in Part One. The Child - Part Ten by Michelle Henderson The kiss started out soft, as the first one had been. Neither of them asking for more than they were willing to give. And then Scully opened her mouth, inviting Mulder in. And he took the invitation eagerly. He sucked on her lower lip for a moment, and then reached into her mouth. His tongue met hers, and she sighed into the kiss. She pressed her body more firmly against his, and her arms tightened around him. The world stood still. For a moment there was nothing in it except for them, and this kiss. It swallowed up everything else in their lives, and became the whole focus of their existances. They had both wanted this for so long, needed this for so long, and itwas finally happening. Eventually the kiss ended. Scully drew back first. She looked up at Mulder and found his eyes shining with emotion. He smiled down at her, and she smiled back. He reached out and touched her cheek and then leaned down again and found her neck with his lips. "Stay with me tonight," he whispered in her ear. His voice was husky with need and Scully shivered. "I can't." The words were torn from her, and for a moment she almost cried out at the cruelty of the world that had made her say them. Mulder stiffened and drew away from her. He brought his head back up, and looked her straight in the eyes, "Why not?" "I can't. I have to get back to my daughter. We have to leave tomorrow, hopefully before noon. And my mother would worry to no end if I stayed." Scully told him. She had responsibilities, she couldn't just leave them so that she could spend then night with him, no matter how much she wanted to. "You're mother will take care of Melissa. We can set the alarm and get up in lots of time to get you on the road by noon. And your mother knows you're here. If she gets worried she can call, or you could call her now and tell her that you are staying." And from there it didn't take long to convince her of something that she wanted anyways. She reached up and laced her fingers together behind his head, and brought his face down to hers. Her lips met his, and this time she initiated the kiss. And once again, like before, she was lost as soon as her mouth met his. The next thing she knew, she was cradled in his arms and he was carrying her across the room. She pulled her mouth away from his, and moved down to nuzzle his neck, at the same time looking around to see where Mulder was taking them. Out of the living room and down the hall. The bedroom? And it was. They entered and Scully saw that Mulder's bed was immaculately made, exactly the type of bed the no one slept in. "Don't get much use out of this thing, do you Mulder?" she asked him teasingly. "Never had a reason to before," Mulder replied and carefully laid her down in the middle of it. Scully awoke to the sound of an unfamiliar phone ringing. She opened her eyes and realized that she was naked in bed. And not only that, but there was an arm draped possessivly over her middle. And the body attached to that arm was reaching over her for the phone. It was Mulder. Mulder! She was really here, it had really happened, she hadn't dreamed it up. "Mulder," he mumbled sleepily into the phone when he picked it up. "What? Yes, Mrs. Scully she's here," Mulder said into the phone. His hand instinctively tightened around her middle. "No, she's fine. We must have fallen asleep going over the file." He smiled down at her and moved his hand up to brush her hair out of her eyes. "Yes, I realize how late it is. And Scully has to go home tomorrow. Yes, I know. I'll wake her up and make sure she goes over there right away. Okay, good night." Mulder hung up the phone and then leaned down to kiss Scully full on the mouth. "Agent Mulder, I never knew you were such a good liar," Scully teased him. "I'm good at a great many things that you don't know about, Scully." "So I found out last night." Mulder leaned down to kiss her again. This time the kiss lasted much longer, but he broke it off before it could become anything else. Her mother was waiting for her after all. "So, where do we go from here?" Scully asked him. His eyes clouded over then and he looked away for a moment. Scully was confused by his action. She reached out, touched his face, and tried to draw him around to look at her again. He refused to meet her eyes, though. "What's wrong?" she asked him softly. Scully reached out and touched the side of his face. Mulder pressed his cheek into her hand and slowly turned to face her again. "It all seemed so easy last night. Now I'm scared. I'm scared for you, and for me, but most of all for Melissa. She deserves a normal life, where she is safe and I can't give that to her. I can't promise that she will be safe. I can't promise that some day 'they' will come back for her." "No one has a guarentee on safety in this world, Mulder. And no matter how hard we may want to we can never give that guarentee to anyone. Yes, 'they' might come back for her, 'they' might do any number of horrible things to her, but at the same time 'they' might not. It might be over. Maybe that's why the file showed up on your desk." Scully told him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he really did believe, and all too strongly as well, that he could and should provide that guarentee of safety to everyone he cared about. "Mulder?" she asked when he didn't respond. "I want to keep her safe," Mulder told her hoarsely. "So do I," Scully told him. She reached up and brushed his hair back from his face. "Then I have to stay away." Mulder pulled away from her then. He unwrapped himself from around her, and got up from the bed. He reached for his pants and quickly pulled them on. Mulder's back was turned to her, and Scully could see the tension in his muscles. He was not happy, but he didn't think there was anything he could do about it. "No. Mulder, listen to reason. I want to be with you. Now, today, tomorrow, forever. Our daughter will be safe. We'll keep her safe together, just like we've always done everything together. We can move here after the end of the semester. I'll find a job here, one where they have a babysitting program so that I can take Melissa to work with me until she starts school. It'll be okay, really. We'll make it, and we'll all be safe." "I quit," Mulder said softly and began to walk away from her. "What?" Scully asked, not really sure what he was referring to. Could he mean that he wanted to quit trying to make this work? He couldn't mean that, could he? They meant too much to each other, and now they both knew it, all too well. Could he simply walk away from everything they could, and should be together? Could she let him? He was nearly at the door to his bedroom before he stopped and answered her question. He didn't turn around to face her, though. He stood staring at the wall and spoke so softly that she had to strain to hear what he was saying. "I quit, I left. I couldn't work for them anymore, not after...," Mulder broke off. His voice cracked at the end, and he shifted his gaze from the wall to the floor. "The Bureau? Mulder, I...." "I've wanted to do it ever since.... Well, ever since Melissa. I would have done it, except I thought that I could stay and find out what 'they' had done to you. Then that file landed on my desk, and I couldn't stay after I read that. I couldn't work for an organization that would do that to you. It would have been like sanctioning it, and I couldn't do that." =========================================================================== From: danadrives@aol.com (DanaDrives) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New: The Child 10b/10 Date: 24 May 1996 01:05:20 -0400 Refer to disclaimer in part one. "Mulder, I don't know what to say," Scully said slowly. "I know how much the X- Files meant to you. And your sister." "The X-Files meant nothing to me after you left. I tried, and I tried, but I couldn't work with a new partner, and I didn't want to. None of the others made it through more than a month of me and my theories, and I didn't want them to, not really. So Skinner finally let me work alone. After that work got done, but there was no joy in it. As for Samantha...." Mulder suddenly broke off, and then spun to face her. "Damn it Scully," he snapped at her. There were tears glistening in his eyes that threatened to well over. "I loved Sam, but there's other people that I love just as much now, and it's them that I'm trying to protect. I can't let you down the way I let her down, not again, never again. I'll never stop looking for Sam, but I have to live in the present as well." "Mulder," Scully breathed and slipped out of the bed. She moved across the room and stopped right in front of him. She reached down and took his hand in her; he did not protest. "You're not making sense. In one breath you say you love us, and in the next you tell me you can't be with us." "I...," Mulder began, but Scully reached up and placed her hand over his mouth to stop him. "I love you, Fox Mulder, more than life itself. Can you understand that? I want to be with you, more than anything. I want to come home at night and see you there. I want to go to bed at night and curl up next to you. And I want my daughter to know her father, more than anything. I want her to live in a home with both parents. I want her to look at you and see her father. I don't care if she's your blood or not, she's still your daughter. And I'm ready to do anything to get that. I'm willing to take any chance I have to. Because we can't live under a rock for our entire lives, scared to poke our heads out. If you stay away and try to keep us safe then none of us will be happy. If you stay, we'll all be happy, and we'll be as safe as we can make ourselves. That's all we can hope for in this life, Mulder. There are no guarantees, there are no perfect answers, there is only life, and we can make it as good or as bad as we want to." Scully took a deep breath and looked up at him. He didn't say anything for the longest time and she assumed he was trying to process everything that she had said. He was trying to figure out what to do, what to say to her. "I..., I love you too." Mulder said and reached out to touch Scully's face. "I almost can't believe how much. I want to give you everything you want and more. I want to be there for you when you go to bed at night, and I want to be there when you wake up in the morning. I want to look down at Melissa, and hear her call me 'daddy'. But damn it Scully I'm scared. Not just for myself, but for you and Melissa." "I'm scared too Mulder. But I won't walk away from this because I'm scared. I couldn't live with myself after that." Scully told him. "If you won't walk away, then I won't walk away, either. Just promise me that when I get scared that you will hold me and tell me how much you love me, and that it will be okay." "Only if you promise me the same thing," Scully whispered. "It's deal then," Mulder told her. He reached down and cupped her face in his hands. He caressed her face gently and then tilted it up slightly so that he could kiss her. "You'd better get going," Mulder said once the kiss ended. Scully smiled up at him. She slipped out of his arms, and moved to get dressed. When she was done, she turned to find him watching her carefully. She smiled at him and moved to stand in front of Mulder again. She reached down and laced her fingers through his, and then started moving towards the door. "Let's go meet your daughter," Scully said and pulled Mulder along behind her. "It's late, Scully," Mulder protested. "We'll wake her," Scully smiled, and didn't break her stride. She lead him out of the apartment, to her car, and then off to meet the rest of his life. end 10/10 Michelle can be reached through me at DanaDrives@aol.com until September, then at the address mentioned in the disclaimer in part one. Send her your feedback! She'd love to hear it!