He checked
them into a hotel using the Hale identity, then they took the car to campus.
After walking aimlessly for a short while, he spotted an ice cream shop and
steered her toward it. He watched
her eat her ice cream, chocolate chocolate chip and grinned as she shut her eyes
to savor it. She scraped the last mouthful out and returned his smile. His
finger took an imaginary spot off her face and sucked it. Her blush was
adorable. Before he could speak he felt someone move to stand beside his
chair. She looked up first and the smile faded from her face. He
immediately looked up at the young man at his side. He looked familiar but not
really dangerous, not enough to cause Scully’s reaction. In fact he looked kind
of cocky. “Can I help you?” He finally spoke to the man when he didn’t move
off. Instead of
answering, the young man met Scully’s eyes. That caused the hairs to rise on
Mulder’s neck. “Do I know you?” Mulder tried to get his attention back and
started to rise. “Mulder,
look at him,” Scully said softly. Mulder
turned back and really looked at the man. Six feet, chestnut hair, blue eyes .
. . Mulder blinked. Him? Years ago, but . . . The man
finally looked back at him. “I have my mother’s eyes.” Mulder
jerked at that but Scully’s gasp drew his attention. He looked at her and her
pallor frightened him. He was moving around the table afraid she would faint.
He squatted beside her and his arm went around her. “Scully, stay with me.” “I, I’m
sorry, I didn’t think - “ the young man stammered. “Leave,”
Mulder said harshly. “No.” It
was Scully’s voice, faint but adamant. “We’re
getting out of here,” he said helping her to her feet, his arm tight around her. “I thought
this would be easier in a public - “ “What
would be easier?” Mulder’s eyes were hard, but Scully tugged on his sleeve. “The
gardens are close. We could talk there,” the young man said, his demeanor more
tentative now, his cockiness gone. He followed them to their car silently and
started to open the back door. “Hold it.
I don’t know who the hell you are. Why should I let you in the car?” “We have
to talk.” Mulder
opened his mouth but before he could speak Scully’s hand on his arm stopped
him. Rather than argue with her, he opened her door and seated her. The young
stranger let himself in behind her. “Other side, buddy,” Mulder growled. “I would
never hurt her.” Scully
closed her eyes. Mulder buckled her in and after a last glance in the back
seat, rounded the car. They drove
in silence to Duke Gardens. Mulder parked but before he could round the car she
was out. He hurried to her side in full protective mode and she didn’t call him
on it. The young
stranger led the way to a private bench in the gardens. He motioned for Scully
to take a seat. Instead she looked up at him. “What’s your name?” “My
friends call me Dave. I chose Williams as a last name. It seemed to fit.”
She nodded
as Mulder looked more confused. “You can read our minds.” She hadn’t phrased
it as a question but Dave nodded. “What the
hell - “ “Mulder,”
her voice was low and pained. “This is our son.” Had anyone
else said it, Mulder would have laughed or made some comment. From Scully, he
was rendered silent. Dave
turned to him and Mulder examined him closely. She was right. If her reaction
hadn’t been so extreme he would have accepted it earlier. The man in front of
him looked too familiar and yes, the eyes were hers. “You made
me in that metal room.” Scully
sank onto the bench as Mulder grabbed her arm. He couldn’t think of anything to
say so he sat beside her, his arm protectively around her. “I’ve
handled this totally wrong, and I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted to meet you for so
long. When I saw you were together again, I couldn’t resist.” “Together
again?” Mulder asked. “Well, uh
. . . “ he blushed then as Scully’s face drained of color. Dave swallowed hard
and the resemblance to his father grew in her mind. “Oh my
god,” Scully whispered. “Start at
the beginning,” Mulder barked at Dave. The young man took the remaining space
on the bench. “It’s not
the beginning but it makes the most sense to start with the artifact.” Mulder
blinked but kept quiet. Scully leaned against him. “When the artifact woke up
that part of your brain, I sensed it immediately. I’ve . . . monitored you,
both of you, since I was a baby.” The sound
Scully made could only be called a moan, but neither spoke. “I knew
you were in trouble immediately. You don’t have a shield, well you didn’t. The
one you have now is weak. There wasn’t time to develop one. You were hit too
fast. You’ve always been able to read minds, you didn’t realize you were doing
it, but it made you the legendary profiler you are.”
“Legendary,” Mulder huffed the word. “You are.
But you needed help, more than Mo-Scully could give you. She kept you sane,
gave you something to hold on to. You needed more, so I stepped in.” “You were
the boy?” Dave
nodded. “I made you think of Oxford.” Mulder
closed his eyes. Oxford, England, five missing, forgotten days . . . Scully. “I didn’t
think you were aware of me. But you thought of me last night, mentioned feeling
me. Then you and Mo . . . you were together and I thought finally it was time.” “What do
you want from us?” Mulder’s voice was harsh, as much from fear as emotion. “Mulder.”
Scully’s hand rested on his arm. He looked at her as though begging for
stability. “You call
me Mom?” Scully asked Dave quietly. “I’m
sorry. I, I think of you that way. I’ve never called anyone that.” “Who
raised you?” Dave
shrugged. “No one much. All of the children created during those abductions
were together. I suppose it was an orphanage of a kind.” “Could you
all read . . . “ Dave shook
his head. “Only me. I guess I was three or so when I realized it. They tested
me, a lot.” Mulder
winced at that, and asked, “Are you still with them?” Dave shook
his head. “I made them think I lost the ability. When I hit puberty I
pretended it went away. Since I could read them, I knew what they wanted. I’d
found you, so I knew how different things could be. I clung to that.” “You,
you’d found us?” Scully managed to say. Mulder seemed incapable. “It was
easier finding him. He felt so familiar when I was in his head. I understood
him, no family, smarter than the others, his humor.” There was a pause, then he
faced Scully again. “I’m sorry about Emily.” Scully’s
pain was visible. “Why? Why was she sick when you’re obviously healthy?” “The wrong
father,” he said quietly. “That’s
enough.” Mulder rose abruptly. Dave
looked down and Scully saw the defeat on his face. “You’re my son.” Mulder’s
head came up at her words and he stared at Scully. The young
man, hardly more than a boy looked up quickly and nodded. “I don’t
know how to feel about that.” She saw and felt the sorrow he emanated. “I wish
I had known - “ “You just
believe him? All of these years you’ve fought everything you see and now - “ “I’m
human. I’m not a shape shifter.” Without warning Dave smashed his hand against
the bench. Scully gasped, but he only held out his hand, showing Mulder the
bright red blood. “See?” Scully
took his injured hand in hers and a look of awe came over his face. Mulder felt
a jolt of red hot jealousy at the gesture. “Stop
this, please.” She looked between the two men. “You want
some time with Mulder,” Dave said quietly. “I don’t
hear you stumbling over the word ‘Dad’,” Mulder tossed out. “’Mulder,
I even made my parents call me Mulder’,” Dave quoted. “Mulder
and I need to talk - “ “Why
bother? He’d be in there listening to everything,” Mulder spat. “Have I
been in your heads, yes. I was alone, I was lonely. When I had questions I
looked to the two of you for answers. Isn’t that what every child does, turn to
his parents for help?” Blue eyes met hazel in a defiant stare. Scully
sinking back down on the bench caught both of their eyes and they saw the tear
that trailed down her cheek. Mulder glared at Dave, but before he could speak
Dave did. “She belongs to me too.” For an
instant Scully thought they would actually butt heads like rams. She rose and
stood between them. “We can’t do this. And yes, we need time, but we need it
together.”
“Together?” Mulder turned to look at her. “I have an
apartment near here,” Dave said quietly. “We could order in some food.” “No, it
could be under surveillance,” Mulder said immediately. Scully
nodded. “But I want to be inside somewhere.” Feeling
defeated somehow, Mulder took her arm and led her back to their car. He didn’t
look back to see if Dave followed them. His turmoil over this whole thing was
giving him a killer headache. He thought he was hiding that, at least from her,
until they reached the car. She slipped the keys from his hand and just looked
at him when he started to protest. It didn’t help when he saw Dave’s lips quirk
in a near grin. She drove
to the hotel and they headed to the room. ***** Eventually
room service was ordered and delivered. Conversation was awkward and stiff.
Mulder kept quiet for the most part, just observing while Scully asked questions
and drew the young man out. It was a technique they had used many times, but
never to learn information about their own son. “What are
you studying?” Dave
watched her. “Uh, I’m pre-med. I want to go into psychiatry. I seem to have a
feel for it. I have a good memory,” he grinned at her, ignoring Mulder, “and I
seem to be able to get into people’s minds. Spooky, huh?” Mulder
turned away and Scully watched him. He was reeling from this, even more than
her she finally realized. More than
once Mulder wanted to suggest he leave and meet again the next day, but Scully
seemed to know what he was going to say and forestalled him every time with a
new question. It was
only when she rose from the table and swayed that Mulder tried to put his foot
down. “You’re exhausted. We can do this - “ “No!” she
turned on him. “We can’t ask him to leave! I’ve been gone his whole life!” Completely
at a loss for words, he led her to the couch in the sitting area of the small
suite. “Okay, okay but you need to close your eyes for a little while. Take a
twenty-minute power nap, something. You have to step away, even if it’s just in
your head.” She closed
her eyes, nodding weakly. Dave slipped into the bedroom and returned quickly
with a pillow and blanket from the bed. “Here, just rest for a few minutes.” She smiled
and accepted the things. Mulder adjust the blanket, watching over her until she
seemed to slip into sleep. Dave
excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone for a
moment. Mulder was
still watching her, asleep on the small couch when Dave returned. “She is
beautiful,” he said softly. Mulder
glanced up. “You hadn’t seen her before?” “Only
through your eyes and that wasn’t exactly unprejudiced. Even from the
beginning, the second beginning for you, you loved her. We have to get along,
at least for her sake.” “How do we
do that?” Mulder spoke quietly in deference to her, but his question fell loud
between them. Dave took
a seat at the small table, on the other side of the room from where Scully
slept. Reluctantly Mulder joined him. “I am your son. I’m more than willing
to have a DNA test, but who would you trust to do it? You don’t even want your
friends to know about this. I guess she could do it.” He looked over at Scully. Mulder
closed his eyes. “It’s not necessary.” Dave
looked up at him startled. “I know
who you are. I, when I felt you with me . . . I know now I recognized you.”
The hungry look on his son’s face stunned him. “How, how did you find us?” “I don’t
really know. I was a baby, under five. You joined the FBI, you thought about
Oxford and finding Samantha.” It jolted
Mulder to hear him speak of Samantha, but she was his aunt. “You
didn’t remember being gone for those five days, but it was in your head.” “But how
did you recognize me?” “I didn’t,
not at first. We weren’t taught the concept of parents but you were there, all
the time. I looked for you at first, sure you had to be there, with us.
Finally I realized you were . . . some sort of guardian.” Mulder
wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at that comment. “Guardian? You really
were hard up.” Dave
smiled. “It worked. It made more sense when Mom took over as number one in
your head.” “What?” “At first
you were only about Samantha when you got to the Bureau. There were some women
but no one important until Diana.” Mulder
winced and glanced over to make sure Scully was still asleep. “Now that’s when
I needed to be able to read minds.” Dave
nodded. “You were definitely thinking with your little head then,” he agreed. Mulder
glared at him, “Children have no respect.” Both of
them looked over at her then. “She’s really great you know,” Dave offered. “I’ve
known that a long time.” They were
silent for a moment. “Will I
see you again?” Dave finally asked. Mulder
looked startled. “Of course, you’re my, you’re our son.” Even
though they’d spent some time together now, Mulder could feel Dave relax
further. “Want another beer?” Mulder
glanced over at Scully, then nodded. When Dave handed him the bottle, Mulder
faced him. “You need to watch the alcohol. Your grandfather - “ “My
grandfather was more a smoker than a drinker.” After a
moment Mulder nodded. “I could
help you,” Dave said quietly. “No,”
Mulder spoke immediately sitting up a little, fully understanding the offer.
“I’ve already ruined your mother’s life. You need to stay away - “ “She
doesn’t think her life’s been ruined. She thinks she’s with her soul mate.” Mulder
couldn’t face him then, instead watching Scully sleep on the couch. “I’m not
just saying that. It’s true, she loves you.” “I know,”
Mulder said softly. “I saw it in her mind. I just don’t understand why.” Dave was
silent then, unsure what words would help. This was another thing he had always
known about this man, even before he understood he was his father. This man was
a hero, he had saved countless lives, yet he lived with the belief that he
didn’t measure up; he wasn’t worth loving. Too bad Dave had never had the
opportunity to meet his grandparents and find out why they had treated him as
they had. On the other hand, this attitude had helped Dave through many low
periods in his own life. After a
long moment Mulder turned back to him. “Can I still read minds? You said . . .
“ “Yes, but
you don’t realize it. It’s not like what bombarded you earlier. That part of
your brain works, weakly, but it works.” Mulder glared at the description and
Dave grinned. “It’s been that way since the night Samantha was taken.” “What?”
Mulder said, louder than he meant to. They both glanced at Scully but she
didn’t stir. “That
night, they took her but you were . . . you’ve used the term frozen. It’s as
good as any. They held you immobile. One of them entered the house and touched
your face.” “I don’t
remember that.” “I know.
They suppressed all of the memories. You retrieved a lot of them with the
regression, but the fact that they actually touched you was buried very deep.” “What did
they do to me?” “They
enhanced you, gave you abilities beyond what you would normally have had. The
memory, the extraordinary intellect - “ “Will you
write my press releases?” Mulder said dryly. “You don’t
really need any. You don’t care about the credit as much as getting the work
done. Right?” Mulder
looked away, back at Scully and didn’t answer. “Why her?” “They saw
you were attracted to her in the pub. They chose her for you.” “The pub,
all three pubs, I was familiar with them. Was I targeted?” Dave
nodded. “Phoebe lured you to them. One thing or another upset the plans the
first two times.” “It just
keeps getting better and better,” Mulder observed with growing anger. “I want
them gone, I want my sister back, I want to quit hurting the woman I love . . .
I want your childhood back.” Dave
watched him, drinking in the passion of this man he had only dreamed of meeting
someday. His parents loved each other, and they both were already growing a
relationship, a caring for him. Mulder looked over at him and realized he was
overwhelmed. He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” “Thank
you,” Dave managed to say. “I, I know you never thought about children, I mean
having any of your own.” “No, I
didn’t until - “ “Emily,”
they said it together. Mulder nodded. “When I saw her, held her in my arms
when we rushed her to the hospital and knew that she was Scully’s, she felt like
mine.” “I was a
little jealous of her,” Dave admitted. “Not what she was going through, but
that she knew you, even for a little while.” “You had
no family?” “The other
kids, but since none of us had parents, we weren’t really good at it. I tried,
since I could at least know what others had. It’s another way you and I
connected.” He looked up quickly. “Not that I’m glad you had that kind of
family life.” Mulder
chuckled quietly. “I got it. Scully’s childhood was a lot different in ways,
but her father was gone a lot as well.” Dave
nodded and they both glanced over at her again, drawn to her. “I need to help
you.” Mulder
looked back at him quickly. “No. I said - “ “I heard
you. Think of it as my belated teenage rebellion. If it can help protect her,
I have to do it.” They
stared at each other for a long moment. “I don’t want you hurt.” Dave’s
smile grew at that. “Thank you. Think about it, I’m the safest of the three of
us. I can see what’s coming, and I can warn you. No, I’m not overwhelmed by
it,” he continued at his father’s thought. “I’ve always had it. I developed a
shield probably in utero. You know that’s something you should probably work
on, in case it ever happens to you again.” “Right,
maybe I can download the instructions while I’m still on leave.” “Ah, see?
Now that’s someplace I can help you. I can work with you.” Mulder hesitated
and his eyes were drawn again to Scully. “It could help you both.” “Does she
read minds?” “No, at
least not in the way you do. I think she reads your mind, but not the rest of
us.” “She can
read my mind?” “Not
exactly, but she knows what you’re thinking. You know that’s true. Since I’ve
been with you you’ve had two or three conversations without saying a word.” “See?”
Dave asked grinning as well. “You bonded when you were in that metal room, in
more ways than one.” Dave cleared his throat then, becoming serious once more.
“I think she’s down for the night. I should get out of here.” “Do you
have to?” “What?” Mulder
nodded toward the couch where she was sleeping. “That’s a fold out. You could
stay here.” “Are you
serious?” “I think
she’d like it. Let me carry her into the bedroom - " “No. You
had brain surgery; you’re not going to lift her. She’ll wake up enough to walk
or I’ll carry her. Then you can undress her.” Mulder
opened his mouth to protest, but Scully’s eyes in their son’s face stopped him.
“Yeah, okay,” he groused. “I’m fine.” “And
that’s the way she, we want you to stay.” Mulder
nodded, acknowledging the change. He moved over to her and crouched down beside
her. “Scully?” he said softly. “Mpf,” she
shifted but didn’t wake. Dave
grinned and Mulder rolled his eyes. “I don’t think she slept too well last
night,” Mulder offered. “I think
she slept very well . . . eventually.” Mulder’s
eyes narrowed. “That’s private.” “Yes,
Dad,” Dave said, trying to maintain a straight face. Mulder
growled, but Dave ignored him, picking Scully up into his arms and following
Mulder into the bedroom. Mulder hastily pulled back the covers and Dave gently
lay her on the bed. “Why don’t
you undress her?” He looked up at Mulder innocently. “Keep
pushing it, ‘son’.” The feral look on Mulder’s face caused a momentary
faltering of the grin on Dave’s face, but it reestablished itself immediately. “Yes sir.” Mulder
undressed her and then himself, crawling in beside her. Even asleep she curled
into his body and slept on. He could
hear Dave, his son, get ready for bed and just lay there overwhelmed. He and
Scully had a child. They had been together for years and just didn’t realize
how deep their connection really was. It wasn’t the way he would have dreamed
of having a baby, a son with her, but that didn’t change any facts. The
scientist in her would probably ask for DNA and she would run the test. He
wouldn’t protest though it wasn’t necessary. Help
them. Their son wanted to help them in their quest. Another thing he would
have protested in other circumstances, but now . . . Scully’s arm went around
him. “Mulder?” “Right
here,” he whispered. “It’s
true.” “Yes, it
is.” They had a lot to figure out, to discuss, but for now it was enough just
to hold each other.
Dave didn’t try to hide his grin, but it quickly faded. “She did a number on
you. If you hadn’t been so good at your job, you would never have been able to
pull it off. She bailed just in time to keep her hands clean. That’s when they
assigned Mom.”
Mulder grinned, “Okay, that I agree with. We’ve always . . . “
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