They parked in the back of the house and Mulder opened
Dana’s door, helping her out. She stretched her back and smiled up at him.
“You okay?” “I’m fine, Mulder. Maybe a little stiff and I need to use
the facilities.” She chuckled. “Really? I’m shocked.” He turned toward Stephen who had
exited the minivan. “Keys?” Stephen tossed them to him and they followed him inside.
Dana vanished into the powder room while the others looked around. When she
rejoined them Stephen gave them a tour. “There’s one bedroom down here with its
own bath. I figured that would be yours, that way you don’t have to use the
stairs.” Mulder nodded as Dana smiled indulgently. “I’m able to
climb stairs.” “But why bother,” Mulder said quickly. She shook her head but dropped it. Having all of them
together was going to be interesting, especially if they were all going to treat
her like spun glass. “Is anyone hungry?” she asked after the tour was
completed. “Yes,” Rob said quickly to the grins of the others. “Okay, I’ll - " “I’ll fix something. You should put your feet up,”
Mulder interrupted her. “Oh no you don’t.” She turned to glare up at him, then
included the others. “Listen, all of you, I am not sick. I have no
intentions of sitting around for the next few weeks doing nothing. And I need
to move around a little after that long car ride, so just back off.” The three youngest looked meek. Mulder looked like he
wanted to protest, but she had already turned away toward the kitchen. The
others looked at him but wisely kept quiet. They fell into a routine. Mulder was usually up first and
had decaf coffee made when she rose. She had protested that since she was the
only one needing decaf, he should at least make two pots, but he refused. Rob
and Chuck loved pancakes, so she had made them several times. The groceries had
been decidedly better than she had expected but they followed her lists pretty
well since they wouldn’t allow her to accompany them. At least they did allow
her to walk around outside of the cabin for exercise, accompanied by at least
one of them at all times. Dana spent a lot of time watching these men in her life.
She knew Mulder’s personality, the humor to cover his insecurities, how
surprised he still seemed to be that she was in his life. The things he was now
teaching his 'little brothers' was helping his self esteem as much as theirs.
They were all good shots and were learning some fairly good tricks in hand to
hand combat. She was staying more in the background, contenting herself with
watching the relationships develop. Roger was still a mystery to her, she’d only seen his
picture but she felt like she understood him. He’d been furious at the world at
what had happened to him, to his family and he’d lashed out. It could easily
have happened to any of them. She didn’t know if he could ever be at ease in
this company. Stephen was the businessman of the group. He handled their
finances with ease. She’d seen him play with the stock market on-line and
wished he was in charge of her retirement funds. It was just for fun while they
were here but he reveled in it. He was also the most social of them, talking
about friends at school. It had crossed her mind that losing a brother wasn’t
the stigma that losing a little sister was. That didn’t make a lot of sense,
but so much about this was beyond her grasp. Carson had been a genius as well, in science this time.
Reading his notes had astounded her. He had been an undergraduate in college
but his knowledge of genetics had already been superior to hers. Chuck was
usually at her side when she was studying Carson’s work. That helped her, being
able to talk out what she was seeing. His insight was growing as well and she
was pretty sure he would take up the sciences for himself when he went to
school. Rob of course was too young to make career decisions, but
she could see him following Mulder’s footsteps. His care in making sure all
traces of her had been erased from Mulder’s apartment had impressed her, as well
as his ability to get any information they needed from the computer. It seemed that one or the other was always logged onto the
computer, studying the information they had gathered about various aspects of
their investigation. Only Dana really understood Carson’s work, but she knew
they were all bright enough to follow her explanations; and Chuck was already
asking questions that sent them both to the computer to investigate. Carson’s research had been on DNA and he’d been brilliant.
Dana was frankly amazed at the audacity of his theories and so far had been
unable to disprove them. He had known somehow that he had been 'created'. Had
his parents slipped and let him know more than they realized? What did the
parents in this conspiracy know anyway? It was after one of these discussions that Mulder leaned
back. “Carson didn’t commit suicide.” “What?” Dana asked quickly. “Oh he may have taken his own life, but he was led to it.” “By who?” Stephen asked. “My ex-wife,” Mulder said quietly. “Mulder - “ “I hadn’t said anything, but I’ve had been in touch with
his roommate, Chad, again. I sent him a picture of Diana. He recognized her.” “Mulder, you should have said something,” Dana touched his
arm and he put it around her, cuddling her against him for a moment. “It’s okay on my part. I, I don’t think I’m nearly as
surprised as I would have been at one time.” “Maybe we should all see this picture,” Stephen mused. Mulder looked over at Dana and she nodded. Reluctantly he
pulled out his wallet. From one of the inner compartments he dug out a
picture. He looked at it for a second, then back at her. “I forgot I - " “Mulder, it’s okay. She was your wife.” “Not really, not, not like you are.” She smiled and took his hand. “Go on.” He took a deep breath and rose to hand the picture to
Stephen. It was a picture of Diana in the halls of the FBI. “I’d gotten a new
camera . . . “ Stephen was staring at the picture. “I know her. I’ve
seen her. She was on campus. He was too.” “He?” Mulder stepped around to look at it again. “This guy,” Stephen pointed to a man in the background. He
was an older man; he was taking a cigarette from his lips. “Do you know him?” “Uh, no. I’ve seen him around the Bureau. We’ve never
been introduced.” “He creeped me out, but we didn’t talk. I didn’t talk much
to the woman, to Diana either, but she was . . . around.” “Did she come on to you?” Mulder asked. Stephen looked up surprised. “No, she’s a little too old
for me, don’t you think? Hell, she looks too old for you too.” “She’s a couple of years older, not much,” Mulder muttered. Stephen shook his head and handed the photo to Chuck.
Chuck and Rob looked at it. Rob shook his head. “I don’t recognize her.” Chuck looked a moment longer. “Nope, but Stephen’s right,
she’s too old for all of us.” Dana chuckled, “I hope you’re not saying that to make me
feel better. I’m not jealous of her.” “Good!” Mulder said startled. “You have no reason.” She smiled and took his hand, pulling him down beside her
on the couch. “I know that. May I see the picture? I’ve never seen this
ex-wife of yours.” Mulder grimaced, but took the photo back from Chuck. He
handed it to her. She looked down at it and the color left her face. Then
gasping, she curled over her stomach as though in pain. “Dana!” Mulder was bending over her, the other three moved
closer scared silent. “Lie down, Dana, breathe, you need to put your feet up.
Try to relax.” He heard his voice shake but his hands were steady as he
caressed the hair back out of her face. She was looking up at him, focusing on his face. She was
able to draw a breath now and the pain seemed to be receding. “Dana?” She closed her eyes then and took a deeper breath. “Dana, I’m going to take you to the hospital. Just relax.” “No, I’m . . . I’m not in labor.” She opened her eyes to
see the four of them hovering over her. “I’m not, the baby, the baby just got
really . . . I’m okay now.” “Like on the train? When you first saw Stephen?” She shook her head, “No, that was ex-excitement.” They all waited, Mulder's grip on her hand squeezed
reassuringly. “This felt like, like fury.” “Fury?” Mulder questioned. “I don’t know,” she closed her eyes again, shaking her
head. Rob leaned over and picked up the picture. “Is he angry at
Diana?” She turned her head away. Mulder shook his head and the
others moved away. Chuck came back in a moment with the glass of water, then
retreated again. “Here, drink this.” Mulder urged the glass on her, but she
shook her head. “Are you sick?” “Trying not to be,” she said tersely and he looked up at
the others. Their fear was evident as well. She took his hand and closed her
eyes again. They waited silently and after a few minutes she seemed to
relax, taking deeper breaths. She squeezed his hand and started to sit up. He
was over her immediately, lifting her gently and placing pillows behind her. “You’re not okay, so don’t bother, but what happened?” She shook her head, “I don’t know. The baby . . . “ “Is he okay?” “I think so. He’s calmed down now. It, it was like he
could see the picture though my eyes.” “He doesn’t like Diana?” She shrugged, “Diana or the man in the picture or both.
I’d rather not recreate the situation right now.” She was actually able to smile at the expression on
Mulder’s face. “You’re going to bed,” Mulder said and took her into his
arms. “Someone turn down the sheets.” He spoke to the room at large, and Chuck
headed for their room. He had the sheets pulled back by the time Mulder brought
Dana in. The fact that she didn’t protest raised his level of fear but he kept
quiet. He automatically pulled out the blood pressure kit and checked her. Her
pressure was a little high but no higher than usual for her now. “Get some rest. I’ll be back to check on you in a few
minutes.” “I am okay, Mulder.” He kissed her brow, then her nose, then her lips. “Close
your eyes.” She obeyed him and didn’t open them again until she heard
the door close behind him. What had happened? Had the baby ‘seen’ something
she didn’t understand? There was nothing she could do right now. She tried to
get comfortable and closed her eyes. The three of them were waiting for him when he returned to
the room. He didn’t even look up at them, just collapsing back onto the couch. “Is she okay?” “I don’t know. She says she is, her blood pressure’s the
same.” Finally he looked up, “What the hell was that?” Stephen took a seat beside him. “We don’t know. I believe
you about your wife, being part of this, but look at the picture again. Look at
the guy. He’s trying to turn away. He didn’t want his picture taken, he’s not
happy about it.” “While Diana is smiling,” Mulder observed. “Do you remember what was going on when you took the
picture?” Rob asked, watching him. Mulder closed his eyes. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to find
her. She’d said she had a meeting and that’s why we couldn’t have lunch
together. I picked up the camera on a whim, pictures I could download, print
myself, you know.” “Could she have been meeting with this guy?” There was a pause, “She was talking to him in the hall, it
was intense whatever they were talking about. I took a couple of shots before
they even knew I was there, no flash. Those didn’t turn out as well. Then she
saw me and flashed this big smile at me while he . . . I guess I figured she was
sleeping with him too and didn’t really care.” “Mulder - " Stephen’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter. Our ‘marriage’ was a farce from the
beginning. Let me see the picture again.” Chuck handed it to him and he stared at it, taking in
everything. Stephen was right, this guy did not want his picture taken. It was
as though Diana was trying to distract him, even step between them now that he
really looked at the damn thing. Some frigging FBI agent he was, not to see
this. What else hadn’t he seen when he was with her? “I can try to find him - " Rob started. “No! He’s dangerous. Don’t even try.” “You know it’s him?” Stephen asked. Mulder shrugged, “It’s a feeling.” The three younger brothers nodded in agreement. ***** “Well, I’m officially missing,” Rob said, leaning back from
the computer. “What?” Dana made her way to him slowly. “I’ve been checking the newspaper from home on-line. I
didn’t make the front page, but there is a picture. They go into my whole
background, Betsy’s disappearance, the divorce, how I dropped out of my
activities. I’m a ‘troubled youth’.” Dana’s hand touched his shoulder. “Do you feel troubled?” “Are you kidding? I feel like the luckiest kid in the
world to be here with you guys. I fit here, you know? It feels good.” She hugged him then and he carefully returned the hug. “We should check on the rest of you. Chuck?” “I’m 18, no one should be looking for me. I abandoned my
car at the bus station. If Marge and Spencer didn’t know how badly I wanted
out, they were more clueless than even I imagined.” “Check anyway,” Mulder said. “Look in the police blotter.” A few minutes later Chuck nodded. “Well what do you know;
they did notice I was gone. They finally called the police after I didn’t
return from the comic con but it took them a couple of days. No mention of them
finding my car.” “Stephen?” The young man took Chuck’s place in front of the computer.
Shortly he found it, the campus paper had covered his disappearance, with a
picture. “Apparently I’m more popular on campus than at home.” “Okay, you guys won’t be going into town anymore. I’ll
take over the supply runs.” “Mulder, you’re an FBI agent. You have to know they’re
looking for you.” “No, I had a letter delivered explaining I was taking some
family time. I have tons of leave built up. I had no cases outstanding where I
was primary and my paperwork was up to date, thanks to you. And you’re on
maternity leave; I talked that over with Sherry long before any of this came
up.” “Why did you do that?” she asked, easing down on the couch
as Chuck’s hand came out to assist her. Mulder shrugged, “Maybe for the same reason these guys were
hoarding money. Somehow I knew we’d have to disappear.” Dana blinked but didn’t question him. Rob did, “Who delivered the letter?” “Huh? Oh, Danny. He’s a friend of mine at the Bureau.” “You trust him?” “Yeah, Danny’s a good guy.” “Could he look for this guy?” Mulder blinked, the looked over at Dana. “These guys are
smarter than me.” “Not really, maybe they just have some new ideas.” “I don’t want to send this picture to the Bureau.” “Do you have your camera?” Rob asked. “Uh, yeah, it should be in the brief case. That’s where I
keep it.” “Okay, we can send this to Danny’s home email, if he has
one. Keep it away from work.” Mulder nodded, then jotted down the email address. “He’ll know it’s from you. Is that a problem?” Chuck
asked. “No, and if it’s dangerous, he’ll let me know and we can
call him off. Load up the pictures and I'll send the message." ***** With the difference in time zones, it wasn't that long
before Danny was home and logged in. After a short acknowledgement without
asking any questions he was gone again. In a very short time he pinged Mulder. /A non-person and
protected./ /Drop it, now./ /You okay?/ /Yeah, don't worry. And don't pursue this. Swear./ /Okay, but let me know if there's anything else I can do./ /Will do. Thanks./ Mulder logged off and turned to his brothers. "He didn't
want his picture taken." "Danny found him?" "No, and I pulled him off. He said the guy was protected.
We have to assume he's part of 'them'." He glanced over at Scully and saw she
was rubbing her belly, grimacing. "Subject change time. Dana?" "I think it was him and not Diana that the baby doesn't
like." "He's off-limits. He doesn't know where we are, he doesn't
know we're all together." "He has to suspect, since you all disappeared - " "Stop, Dana. You can't do this. You need to push it
aside. I don't want you getting upset." "I know." She closed her eyes and stretched her back a
little. "You need to eat." She shook her head. "I’m really not hungry yet. You guys
go ahead, I'll eat in a little while. Really, go ahead while it's hot." "Are you - " "I'm fine, just not hungry. I'm going to lie down for a
little while." There was no mistaking the look of alarm on his face then.
"Let's check - " "My blood pressure. Fine, come on." She shook her head,
but let him lead her into the bedroom. The other three exchanged worried looks
but didn't comment. *****
”I’m okay.”
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