Simple Choices - Part 1 “Dr. Scully?” The voice
came over the intercom. Dana rolled her eyes and
winked at the six-year-old boy in front of her. “I’ll be right back.” The boy nodded and
grinned. He wasn’t sick anyway; he just needed an exam before soccer season
started. Dana pressed the button on
the chrome speaker. “Yes?” “There’s an FBI agent here
to see you.” “FB . . . All right.
Please ask him to wait in my office.” She turned back to Josh. “Wow, are you in trouble?” She smiled. “I don’t think
so.” She winked at his mother. “Lie back and let me feel of your stomach.” She finished up the exam
and signed his permission slip. “Let me know how your team does.” “I will!” He took the
sticker she held out for him and headed for the door. “Come on, Mom. She’s
busy.” Both women chuckled at
that. “Thanks Dana. I’ll talk to you later.” Dana nodded and turned away
from them as she headed for her office. She opened the door and spotted the
tall man looking at her diploma. “I did graduate,” she said with a slight smile
on her face. She held out her hand. “I’m Dr. Dana Scully.” He smiled an easy smile at
her. Damn he was attractive, and . . . tall. Then she realized that the smile
had not reached his eyes. “Duke. I’m impressed.” He hadn’t offered a name
yet. “Thank you.” She took a
seat behind her desk and motioned to the chair. “You’re a little above the
normal age of my patients.” He withdrew his ID at that
point. “I’m Agent Mulder. I’m here about one of your patients, Betsy Trotter.” Fox? She looked up from
his badge at the name. “Have you found her?” He shook his head. “I’m
looking at the case.” “I was under the impression
that her case had been moved to the back burner. Has something new been
discovered?” He shook his head. “The
circumstances reminded me of another case.” “The circumstances? I
thought there was no evidence.” He shrugged slightly. “I’d
still like to see your file on her.” “Do you have a warrant?” He smiled that charming
smile again. “No, this is unofficial.” Dana hesitated then.
“Unofficial?” “I haven’t been able to
link the two cases, but I’m hoping you can help me with that.” She took a deep breath,
then nodded. “Wait here. I’ll get the file.” She was back shortly with a too
thin file, attesting to the youth of the victim. Dana handed it over to him.
“She’s a sweet little thing, eight years old. She’s had no serious health
problems; these are her regular medical exams.” “Do you have a picture?” “No, she was forty pounds,
just hitting a growth spurt. She has long dark hair and dark eyes.” He wasn’t looking at the
file. “She has an older brother?” “Yes, Robert. He’s my
patient too. He’s four years older, a quiet kid but very intelligent.” She was
watching the man now. He seemed very far away and wherever he was didn’t appear
to be pleasant. “Agent Mulder? Are you all right?” “What? Uh, yes. May I
take this file with me?” She hesitated. “I’ll need
you to sign a receipt.” “Thanks. I’ll try to get
this back to you tomorrow.” He rose then, distracted. She stood as well. “Agent
Mulder, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” But
the smile wasn’t there. “I’ll get out of your hair now. I appreciate you
taking the time . . . “ She nodded, wishing she
didn’t have another patient waiting. He wasn’t okay but she didn’t understand
what was going on. He was already leaving and she was busy. She put him
out of her mind. ***** She walked into the diner
and waved at Sara behind the counter. Then she turned toward her regular table.
It was occupied - by Agent Mulder. She stopped for just a moment and he looked
up. He rose immediately and
smiled at her. “Dr. Scully.” She approached the table
then. “Dana, please.” “I’m Mulder. Are you
meeting someone?” “Uh, no. On Wednesdays I’m
on my own.” He nodded. “Would you join
me?” He indicated the chair across from him. “Thank you.” She looked at
the file he’d been looking through when she walked in. “Is that . . . “ He nodded. “Betsy’s file.” She wasn’t sure what to say
and was saved by Sara walking up. “Your usual, Doc?” “Yes, thank you.” Dana
looked up at the waitress. Sara sat a glass of ice tea in front of her and
refilled Agent Mulder’s glass from the pitcher in her hand. Once they were
alone again, she looked back at the agent. “Do you not have a partner with
you?” He shook his head after
taking a sip of the tea. “I’m working this case on my own time.” “Is this . . . nevermind,”
she looked down. “What? Go ahead.” He
encouraged her. “It seems almost personal
to you.” “You’re very perceptive.
It is.” He looked down at Dana’s hand. “Will your husband be worried about
you?” “Oh. You don’t join them?” “She’s fourteen, I’m not
really welcome. It’s okay, I like having some time.” “Do you have her often?” “Every Wednesday and every
other weekend,” she said lightly. “Do you have children?” He glanced down at his own
wedding ring. “No, my wife has a demanding career.” They fell silent then, not
sure what to say. Again Sara rescued them, placing a cheeseburger and fries in
front of Mulder and a Cobb salad for her. They eyed each other’s meal but
neither commented, then began to eat. Usually silence with a
stranger made Dana feel uncomfortable, but she found she wasn’t with him. There
were no expectations, they were both married and it was kind of nice not sitting
alone here. She looked up to find him watching her. “Spinach in my teeth?” He grinned, and this time
it did reach his eyes. They were green and warm. He shook his head. “Just
thinking how nice it was not to have to eat alone again.” She blinked; should she
admit she’d been thinking the same thing. For some reason she didn’t think she
needed to. “So Dana, why did you
decide on pediatrics?” They talked then; she
discovered he was also a doctor, Ph.D. in psychology from Oxford of all places.
That definitely ranked up there with Duke Medical School. Before either
realized it, Sara was standing beside them. “Listen, I hate to do this, but I
have to kick you out. We’re closing.” He spoke immediately.
“Dana, I’m sorry,” “It’s not your fault. We
just got to talking, but I do need to leave.” “I’ve got this. Go on and
be careful.” “Uh, thank you. I’ll . . .
I hope to see you soon.” He nodded and watched her
leave. ***** He was at her office when
she arrived the next morning. She’d had short rounds at the hospital, so she
was a little earlier getting in. Dana didn’t want to analyze the warm feeling
that came over her when she spotted him in the waiting room. He was already rising when
she stepped into the waiting room, almost as though he’d sensed her presence.
Her smile wasn’t forced and his eyes were smiling as well. “Come on back, I don’t have
any patients for at least half an hour.” He followed her and took
the seat he had taken the day before. “Were you in trouble for breaking curfew
last night?” he asked as soon as the door was closed. She sighed, but gave him a
slight smile. “Ethan was already asleep when I got home, so no problem.” “He was asleep?” Mulder
sounded incredulous. “It’s okay. I wasn’t - “ “Sorry, it’s none of my
business.” He seemed to retreat from her and she was startled at how bleak it
made her feel. That was ridiculous; she’d met the man yesterday. “I, I just don’t want you
to feel guilty about anything. I completely lost track. I was having a good
time.” He was obviously taken
aback by that and fell silent. “Did you get the
information you needed?” She indicated the file in his hand. He seemed to deflate
slightly. “Thank you for letting me take the file.” “It didn’t help,” she said
softly. For some reason she wanted to reach over and take his hand. What was
it about this man? “Can you talk to me about the case? I don’t know what I
could do to help, but maybe if you just talked it out . . . “ “You, you’d do that?” “Of course I would. Betsy
is special to me. She was one of my first patients when I opened the practice,
she and her brother.” “You speak of her in the
present tense.” “I haven’t given up on
finding her,” she said simply. “Why not?” he asked,
honestly curious. “Because, sometimes people
do come back.” “That sounded like
experience.” She shrugged. “Well I guess
it is, but not mine as much as my family’s.” “Your family’s?” She nodded. “I don’t really
remember it. I was only four.” “Tell me, please,” he asked
as she settled behind her desk. “There’s not really that
much to tell and it was a long time ago. We were on vacation. Dad was in from
a long cruise, so all six of us packed up and went to New Mexico, Carlsbad
Caverns. I do kind of remember being in the back seat in the middle between
Bill and Missy.” She grinned. “Charlie sat up front. Anyway, we went to the
Lincoln National Forest the first night. We were camping out. Missy and I were
playing at the playground. She was eight and since it was so close to our site
Mom let us go alone. “We were on the see-saw
then it started getting dark.” Dana’s eyes were unfocused remembering the
scene. “It started to storm.” Mulder nodded, she had
stopped talking. “Dana?” “I don’t remember any rain,
I never can remember the rain but there was lightening, a really bright burst
right over us.” “What happened?” She shrugged, “I don’t
know. I woke up three days later in the hospital. It turned out that Missy had
been missing all that time. It was hell for Mom, one daughter missing and one
in a coma.” She shook her head. “But they found her wandering in the forest
and when she was back, I woke up.” “You, uh, did you have any
aftereffects?” He was leaning forward in his chair now and the undercurrent of
tension caused her to frown slightly. “No. I’ve never had a
recurrence.” “What about Missy?” Her face fell slightly
then. “Missy hasn’t done as well as I have. She started acting out; when she
got older she ran away a few times.” Dana stared at her hands. “She
experimented with drugs, cut herself.” “Was she . . . hurt?” Dana shook her head.
“There was no evidence of it. She had no memories, none at all.” “Has she gotten any help?” “Oh yes. Mom took her to
counseling, but . . .” “It didn’t help.” It
wasn’t a question. “I haven’t seen her since
my wedding. She and Ethan’s daughter, Robin, were my bridesmaids. I hoped that
would make her feel part of the family again.” Dana looked off into the
distance, thinking unspoken thoughts. “So sometimes people do make it back.” He looked at her for a long
moment. “I would like to discuss this case. Maybe I do need a new
perspective.” His eyes lightened for a moment, then it dropped away. “No, I
can’t ask you to be away from home another night.” “Of course you can. This
is important. Should we meet at the diner again?” “You’re sure?” “Yes. I should be out of
here a little after five. Have an iced tea waiting.” He nodded and handed her
the file. “You won’t need it?” “No, I have the info
down.” He stood and hesitated, suddenly uncertain. “I, Dana, I appreciate
this.” She came around her desk.
“I appreciate the chance to help.” She touched his arm and he took an
involuntary step toward her. He caught himself then and shook his head
slightly, bringing himself back to the issue at hand. He nodded. “I’ll see you at
the diner.” ***** She took a short break at
lunch, eating yogurt at her desk. She called Ethan at his office. It took a
moment to get past his assistant, but she was used to that. “Dana? You were out early
this morning.” “I know, I’m sorry. I had
two patients in the hospital. Did things go okay last night?” “Yes, Robin scored a goal.” “Good for her. Where did
you eat?” “Pizza, with some of the
girls on the team. You should have joined us.” She was glad he couldn’t
see her face. She’d tried that. Robin made sure her displeasure was well
known. No, the weekends were enough. “I know, I was working.” “You were late getting in
yourself. What time did you get home?” “I was there a little after
eleven. I didn’t want to wake you. I called to let you know I was going to be
late again tonight.” “Another patient?” He
sounded slightly annoyed. “Yes, remember that little
girl that disappeared, Betsy Trotter? Her case is being reopened and I need to
meet with the investigators.” “You? Why? The girl’s
been gone over six months. Someday they’ll find the body, but you can forget
finding her alive, Dana.” His attitude surprised her,
but she wasn’t looking for a fight. “I hope you’re wrong, Ethan. I feel like I
have to do this. I shouldn’t be that late. There’s that left over casserole in
the refrigerator.” “What about you?” “I’ll get something. Don’t
worry.” “If I’m asleep, wake me
when you get home. I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” “I know and I’m sorry.
Don’t worry, I’ll make all kinds of noise tonight.” He chuckled and they talked
for a couple of minutes, then she had to get back to work. She refused to dwell
on the sense of anticipation about her meeting with Mulder. ***** Regardless, she was ready
to leave in record time that evening. She couldn’t help the smile when she saw
him rise to greet her as she entered the diner. He seemed pleased to see her as
well. There was a glass of iced tea waiting for her. They visited for a few
minutes, catching up on their days. Sara joined them then, pad in hand. He
waited for her. “I guess I’ll have the salad again.” He spoke up. “You’re a
doctor; you know you need a little protein.” “A cheeseburger, like you
had?” she asked, her eyebrow high. “Tastes great.” “What’s your cholesterol
level?” “Uh, good?” She rolled her eyes.
“Okay, a turkey sandwich on whole wheat and a side salad.” She looked the
challenge at him. He let his shoulders
slump. “I’ll have the same.” Sara’s chuckle as she
walked away made him give Dana a mock glare. Dana forced a sober expression,
but the twinkle in his eyes undid her and she laughed as well. By mutual agreement, they
didn’t discuss the case while they were eating. When the meal had ended, Mulder
looked around. “Would you mind if we discussed the case somewhere a little more
. . . private?” “Oh, of course.” “I have the files at my - “
He stopped and shook his head. “Oh god, I was going to ask you to my hotel
room. I’m sorry, I - “ “If that’s where your files
are, I understand. Mulder, we’re adults, we’re both married. I certainly trust
you enough not to jump me in your room.” Those words seemed to stun
him. “You, you trust me?” “Well, yes. Any reason not
to?” He shook his head. “No. I
can be a gentleman when I have to. I’m at the Summit Inn. Do you know it?” “Yes, it’s on my way home.
Why don’t I follow you?” He smiled, aware perhaps
better than she that she had given him a gift. He reached for his wallet. “You got it last night.
This is on me.” She insisted and motioned for Sara. Traffic had thinned out and
they reached the Summit Inn quickly. She pulled in beside him and exited the
car. His hand on the small of her back led her into the lobby. Gentleman
indeed. Once in his room, he
grabbed a pair of running shorts off the chair and kicked his shoes out of the
way. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.” She bit her lip to keep
from laughing. He merely looked embarrassed. He pulled the chair up to the
small table and held it for her. Now he was beginning to look nervous. On
impulse, she reached out and took his hand. “I’m not going to talk about this
to anyone. I would never want to hurt your investigation.” “That’s not it. I . . . “
He took a deep breath. “You said it seemed personal to me. It is and now that
you’re here. . . “ He shook his head. “You’re going to think I’m insane.” Her brow furrowed. “I don’t
understand.” “You could leave now and
I’d still have some dignity and good memories of an evening with a lovely
woman.” “Dignity? Mulder, please.” He sank down on the foot of
the bed. “Could I ask you to hear me through, before you try to have me
committed?” He looked down at their hands, still clasped and withdrew his. “I promise.” ***** She kept her promise,
listening to his entire story. Her heart ached for that young boy who had been
through this trauma. His theory had caught her off guard, but he was obviously
sincere about it. He finally met her eyes.
“Well, you haven’t run screaming from the room.” “Oh Mulder, I’m so sorry
about Samantha.” “Thanks.” “Your parents - “ He shook his head. “They
don’t talk about her. She doesn’t exist for them, but she haunts them.” “Mulder, I . . . “ “You do think I’m crazy.
Little green men from outer space, stealing my sister.” “I will admit it’s
something that would never have occurred to me.” “I woke up in the hospital
three days later.” He just looked at her then as her eyes widened. Without
realizing it, she’d stood, and her hand had come to rest on his arm. “Is that . . . do you think
. . . “ “I’m not saying that. It’s
probably just a coincidence. Did you ever do X-rays on Betsy?” He was giving her some
time, switching back to Betsy. Dana took a deep breath. “No. She’s an
extraordinarily healthy little girl, so is her brother.” She looked up then.
“What about Samantha?” “I don’t remember her ever
being sick. She broke her collar bone once, falling off a swing.” “That’s an accident, not an
illness. What about you?” He stopped, looking at her.
“I have Samantha’s medical records, and mine. Do you want to see them?” “Yes. It’s very unusual
for a child not to have some illnesses. Now of course we have the chicken pox
vaccine, but not when you were a child. I don’t know that I could find
anything, but I’d like to try.” Inappropriate, but why did
he have such a feeling of relief that this wasn’t going to be the last time he
saw her? She was married, and so was he, kind of. He glanced down at his
watch. “I hate to say this, but you need to get home.” “Wha - Oh, yes.” She
seemed flustered as, as though going home hadn’t crossed her mind. “I . . .
Mulder, thank you for sharing this with me. I could tell it was difficult for
you to talk about it. I . . . that means a lot to me, we don’t know each other
that well.” He nodded, not sure what to
say. She was right; they didn’t know each other that well, so why had he
allowed himself to be that open with her? He was always more cautious than
that, even with the incident in her past. But it had felt right, he felt
connected to her. ***** Simple Choices - Part 2 He let himself into his
apartment and looked around. Diana wasn’t there, not that he had expected her
to be. She’d never really moved in, preferring her own tiny apartment. He
should have pushed to get a bigger place, but now he was glad he hadn’t.
Her transfer would go
through at the end of the month, coinciding with their divorce. Why had he ever
- he shook his head. Tonight wasn’t the time. Maybe there would never be a
time. He needed to write up his notes on the Trotter case and get ready for
work tomorrow, back to his ‘real’ work. He carried his suitcase
into the bedroom and unpacked quickly then turned to his computer. As he sat
waiting for it to boot up, Dana’s face came to him. She’d been extraordinarily
kind, listening to him, not laughing at his theory. Answering his email took
little time, then he pulled up his private files and added the information he
had garnered on his trip to Virginia. ***** The next few days, work
was, well the politically correct word would be unpleasant. He’d had permission
to check out the Trotter case, and had taken personal time to do it, but any
time away from Patterson and ‘the team’ was paid for with sarcasm and ridicule.
He managed to keep quiet with memories of that small diner and the little
redhead across from him running through his head. He’d finally grabbed a
chance to get his and Samantha’s medical records together and sent them to Dana
overnight. He didn’t know if he’d really hear from her but it had been an
avenue he hadn’t explored previously. Now he was just tired, not
even hungry. He shrugged his coat off and turned as he heard the knock on the
door. Now what? He was in no hurry, so he tossed his briefcase on the desk and
slipped the tie from around his neck. Finally, at the second knock, he forced
himself to answer the summons. He opened the door to see
his pissed off wife standing there. “Diana?” “What took you so long?”
She brushed past him. “You have a key,” he
responded unemotionally. She rolled her eyes and
took the key from her pocket, tossing it on the coffee table. “What do you want, Diana?”
He glanced at the key but decided not to get into it. Why bother? “I need your signature.”
She pulled some legal documents from her bag. She handed them to him
wordlessly. “What is it?” “You know what it is, Fox.” “Don’t we need a notary?”
he said dryly. “I’ve taken care of it.
Just sign it.” “Sleeping with the judge,
Diana?” He’d taken a wild stab, her expression let him know he’d scored a hit.
He looked away. “Fox, just sign it. I’ll
take it in tomorrow and everything will be complete before I leave.” “Sure.” He moved to the
desk and rummaged around for a pen. He dashed his signature on the line and
handed it to her. “I’ll make sure you get a
copy.” He nodded. Whatever, it
was over. Hell, it should never have begun. He stood there watching her
impassively, waiting for her to leave. “Fox . . . “ she began and
stopped. He didn’t help her. “Fox, let it go. Let her go. Your sister
isn’t coming back. You’ve already lost what we could have had, now you seem set
on destroying your career as well. It’s not worth it.” He still said nothing, but
the look in his eyes caused her to falter. She reached for his hand. His
movement was miniscule but definitive. Diana drew her dignity around her and
nodded. She moved to the door and opened it. “Have a good life, Fox.” When he said nothing, she
let herself out and shut the door. He sighed and moved blindly
to the couch. She was gone, just like everyone else in his life. Why did he
even bother? No woman out there could stay with him. The sooner he accepted it
the better. So why was the face of Dana
Scully in front of him? She was married, she had a family. When had he
picked up the phone? It was Wednesday, if her husband answered, he’d say wrong
number and hang up. God, he was an idiot. She picked up on the second
ring. “Hello?” He shouldn’t have done
this. But just the one word in her voice soothed him somehow. “Hello? Is anyone . . .
Mulder?” Now he was struck dumb.
How had she known? Had she been thinking about him? Did she feel that
connection? “Mulder, what’s wrong?” “I shouldn’t have called.
I’m sorry.” I’m glad you called. What
happened?” “Is your family there?” “No, Ethan and Robin went
to a movie with some of her friends.” He took that in, but why
had he called? “Did you get more
information on Betsy . . . or Samantha?” “Uh, no. No, I . . . “
Shit, he wanted to talk to her. “I signed my divorce papers tonight.” “Oh Mulder, I’m sorry. I
didn’t realize . . . You said she had a demanding career.” He gave a mild snort.
“Yeah, she works at the Bureau too.” “She’s an agent?” “Yep. She’s transferring
to Germany, counter-terrorism later this month.” “That does sound
demanding.” “So is what you do, you
save children’s lives, but you have a family. I . . . “ He sighed. “Why didn’t
you go with them to the movies?” She understood his need to
switch subjects. “I’ve tried that. Robin makes it difficult.” “Does she want her parents
together, and you’re the other woman?” “You’re partly correct, I’m
the other woman. Just for the record, I met Ethan after he’d been divorced over
a year. No, Robin doesn’t want her parents together, she wants Ethan for
herself.” “That, that’s got to be
hard on you.” He could feel her shrug. “How long have you been married?” “Nearly two years.” “That’s three times what I
achieved. I’d ask for tips, but I don’t think I’ll need them.” “Mulder, you can’t give up
like that.” “I should let you go.” “Please, let’s change the
subject, but don’t hang up yet. Before you called, I was sitting here thinking
how much better last Wednesday night was.” He was stunned silent then. “Mulder?” “Yeah, I-I’m here.” She hesitated for a moment,
then changed the subject. “I got your package; the medical records?” “Oh yeah. Did, uh, did you
find anything?” “Well, you were both
extraordinarily healthy kids. Did you know that your shots records weren’t
included?” “What?” “That’s right. There’s no
record of you or Samantha having your regular childhood inoculations.”
“That’s strange. I’m sure
we had them. I don’t remember any shots, but you have them when you’re a baby,
right?” “Some of them. You also
have to have booster shots when you start school. Actually the schools aren’t
supposed to admit you if you haven’t had the shots.” “They must just be
missing. I’ll check. What about . . .” “What?” “I, what about you? Are
you extraordinarily healthy?” There was a pause then. He
could feel her contemplating that question. “As a matter of fact, I am. I
hadn’t really thought about it. I knew I didn’t suffer from white coat disease
in medical school, but yes, even in practice with all of the children, I don’t
catch anything. What do you think it means?” “I don’t know. What about
your sister?” “I’m not privy to her
health issues. She’s not in touch with the family. I haven’t heard about any
problems, but I don’t know that I would.” “I’m sorry. It must be
hard to know she’s distancing herself purposely.” “I know it hurts my
parents.” They were both quiet then.
“I, I should go.” “Do you need to?” she
quickly. “No. I just don’t want to
take up your evening.” “You’re not. You’re saving
me from reading some very dry articles in back issues of JAMA, and you’re
keeping me company.” “Thank you.” They talked until she heard
Ethan pull into the garage. ***** She stretched and rose from
her seat. It wasn’t that the seminar had been boring, but the chair had been
increasingly uncomfortable as Dr. Richards droned on. Maybe a little dinner
would help wake her up. The audience was beginning
to thin out by the time she made it to the door. Pam would probably want to
grab a bite too, if she could find her. “My God, will you look at that?” The
woman in front of her turned to her companion. “That’s what I want for dinner,
and breakfast!” Dana looked in the
direction they were looking and blinked. His long, lean body was encased in
Armani. The women in front of her weren’t the only ones caressing him with
their eyes. He looked . . . she mentally threw up her hands; he looked like a
walking wall of fuck. He spotted her and
straightened up, watching for her reaction to his presence. Her expression was
taken over by pure joy. She saw his posture relax and his smile grew. He moved
toward her. “Mulder?” “I found out my favorite
pediatrician was in town and thought she might be hungry.” “Found out, huh?” He shrugged. “I’m a trained
FBI agent. I saw that this medical conference was being held and took a
chance. Do you mind?” “Mind?” she laughed. “I
was going to call you before I left. I have some more information for you and a
couple more tests that I wanted to add to your list.” He pressed his hand to his
heart. “Don’t toy with me, Dr. Scully.” She laughed again.
“Never.” “Are you free for a little
while? Maybe we could grab a bite, or is Ethan with you?” “It’s his weekend with
Robin. I have another session this evening. Why don’t we go over the stuff I
brought first and if there’s time . . . “ “Lead the way.” His hand
on her lower back felt warm and familiar. She let him into her hotel
room and tossed the access card on the bed. “Why don’t we order room service?
I just realized how hungry I am. Then we could go over the information more
leisurely.” He managed to keep his face
impassive, but his eyes gleamed at this turn of events. They ate at the small
table, sharing their meals so that he got a few vegetables in spite of himself.
When they were finished eating and catching up, she moved to the bed and spread
out the information she had brought. He joined her on the bed to
follow the medical information she was giving him. He pulled out the pillows
and sat back against them after toeing off his shoes. She sat facing him Indian
style, explaining the results she would expect from the test when she realized
he wasn’t listening to her. “Muld . . . “ His
expression caught hers. Later neither would ever be able to say who made the
first move. It was as simultaneous as two people could be. Their lips met and
everything else vanished. When they drew back,
panting, they were both stunned by their reactions to one another. Mulder
recovered first. “D-Dana, I’m sorry, I - “ She took his bottom lip
between hers. Their clothing seemed to disappear on its own as hands and
tongues and lips explored one another. When it was very nearly too late, he
managed to pull back. “Dana, I, I don’t have any protection for you.” His
voice was pure velvet gravel and it took her a moment to process the words. She wanted to protest that
she was on the pill, but he wanted to protect her more than that. “None?” “I didn’t dare dream I’d
make it to first base.” She smiled then and slid
from the bed. He managed not to weep as she slipped from his grasp, but then he
realized she wasn’t grabbing up her clothing or running for the bathroom. She
reached into the exhibitor’s bag she had carried upstairs and came up with
something in her hand. She tossed it toward him and six condoms rained around
him on the bed. He took one up in his hand and looked around. “You have a lot
of faith in me.” She grinned then and
rejoined him in the bed, taking the small golden packet from his hand. She
opened it with her teeth while he lay there, struck dumb. ***** When she woke the next
morning, she was cradled in his arms, his eyes watching her, his tension
obvious. She stretched and let her hand rub lightly against the stubble on his
cheek. “Thank you for staying.” “I didn’t want to leave.” “I know.” They just looked
at one another for a long moment. “You’re a married woman.” “Yes, I am. I know I
wasn’t fair to you last night, but I wanted you.” He managed a small smile.
“Didn’t want to follow the rules for a change?” She shook her head. “You do
that to me. I don’t understand it.” “We can’t see each other
any more,” he said softly. She nodded. “I’m married.
Last night didn’t change that.” “Can I say that I wish it
had?” She kissed him and rose
from the bed. “I missed my meeting last night; I need to get ready for this
morning’s session.” “And this . . . “ “This will be a cherished
memory.” He nodded, not arguing.
She sounded sure, confident. She didn’t realize he could see that her hands
were shaking slightly. He left the bed as well and saw her eyes scan his nude
body. He picked up his boxers and slipped them on. She seemed to relax a
little at that. “Go take your shower,
Dana. I need to get home.” She nodded, unable to
speak. He moved closer and took her into his arms. “It’ll be okay, Dana. Get
ready.” The tears in her eyes nearly melted him. “Go on. If you ever need me,
you know you can call me.” She brushed a kiss against
his cheek and turned away. When the bathroom door closed, he finished dressing
and was gone when she emerged. She forced her tears back and headed toward her
seminar. ***** Ethan came into the
kitchen, smiling. “I thought we were going out.” “We were, but it just felt
like a long time since I had cooked you a meal, so I thought I’d see if I could
remember how.” “Smells like you did. When
will it be ready?” “Thirty minutes.” “Okay, I’ll gonna take a
quick shower and change.” He gave her a kiss and headed for the bedroom. She
watched him go and a small smile of anticipation came over her face. She lit the candles on the
table and brought in the food. He stopped when he got to the door. “Wow.” He
surveyed the table, then he put his arms around her. “What’s the occasion?” She met his lips. “Have a
seat.” He chuckled and took his
seat across from her. He helped himself to the roast and passed the platter to
her. They ate in companionable silence for a few moments. “This is good, Dana,
but you haven’t told me the occasion.” “I guess it has been a long
time since I cooked.” “Hey, I’m not complaining.
We both work, but this is nice.” He reached for her hand and squeezed it. She looked down at their
hands and smiled. “I do have some news.” He looked up expectantly.
“Well?” She smiled, suddenly
feeling a little shy. “It looks like Robin’s going to have a little brother or
sister soon.” All trace of a smile
vanished from his face; he jerked his hand back from hers. “Whose is it?” “What?” “I asked whose bastard are
you carrying?" His voice was hard, harsh and menacing. She was stunned at the
hostility emanating from him. “It’s yours! How can you - “ “It’s not mine. I had a
vasectomy when Robin was ten.” Dana’s mouth fell open.
“You did what? How could you . . . how could you not tell me something
like that before we got married?” “This isn’t about me.
You’ve been - “ “Of course it’s about you
and me! We talked about children. You knew you couldn’t . . . “ “When we talked about
children, I told you I already had my daughter.” “But you never said that
you didn’t want a child with me! It has to be yours. Maybe it reversed, that
happens.” “No, I’ve been checked, as
recently as six months ago. It’s not mine.” “Why would you do . . . “
Her voice failed, trailing off. “This is about you, Dana.
Who is he?” His eyes narrowed and he rose from his chair. He rounded the table
and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. “Who have you been with?” She shook her head, nausea
growing. “Ethan, I’m sick.” Disgusted he released her
and she raced for the bathroom, locking herself in. After she was sick, she
washed her face and sat on the side of the tub. The baby was Mulder’s; she
knew it. It felt like she had already known it on some level. Despite her pill
and the condoms, she’d gotten pregnant that night. You’d almost think it was
meant to be. Ethan had had a vasectomy
and hadn’t bothered to mention it. Why? Why would he have himself checked
again so long after the procedure? No, she couldn’t think these thoughts. She
was married to the man; but he had let her take the pill, knowing there was no
need. Robin had been ten? No,
God no. He wouldn’t . . . but he and Robin were so close and she had always
been the outsider. Robin was only fourteen. Dana was shaking like a leaf. Was
she seeing this clearly? She couldn’t hear him out
there. Had he left? Was he waiting for her? What was she going to do? She
had someone else to protect now, her child, Mulder’s child. She’d analyze that
later, right now she had to force herself from the bathroom. He wasn’t waiting for her
immediately outside the bathroom anyway. She cautiously moved out into the
house. His keys weren’t on the dresser. She moved to the window and saw that
his car was gone. She sagged against the wall in relief. Was he coming back? She
didn’t want to see him, she couldn’t face him. She had been unfaithful
to him. The fact that it was only once didn’t matter. But what he had done,
what she suspected he had done, oh god . . . She grabbed her suitcase
from the closet and packed quickly. The cash she kept in her bedside table
totaled over $500. She stuffed it in her purse and all but ran for her car. She drove north for a
couple of hours and found a motel on the outskirts of Washington. She wouldn’t
admit to herself why she had chosen this destination. Once she was checked in,
she sat staring into space. She couldn’t think about herself, not right now.
There was no one she could call, except . . . If her suspicions were correct she
had to put a stop to it. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Kathee, it’s Dana.” “Dana? What, what do you
want?” There was only mild hostility, laced with curiosity in her tone. “I need to ask, I have to
ask you something.” “I . . . okay,” she sounded
wary, but she hadn’t hung up. “Were you aware that Ethan
had a vasectomy four years ago?” “Of course. Why?” The
woman sounded puzzled. “God, I can’t do this over
the phone. Could we meet somewhere?” “Uh, I guess. When?” “Tomorrow morning, early.” “I have to get to work.” “I know, but this is
urgent. Please. I can come over there after Robin’s on the bus.” Kathee sighed. “I . . .
okay. Is Ethan coming?” “No. I need to talk to you
alone.” After a sleepless night and
morning sickness from hell, she dressed and hurried over to Kathee’s house. She
stayed in her car until the bus drove away with Robin. Then she forced herself
out of the car. She knew she looked like hell, but that fit easily with the way
she felt. She knocked on the door and
Kathee opened it quickly. “I’m in a hurry, Dana. What is this?” Dana stepped inside, but
didn’t speak. Finally, Kathee stopped and looked at her. “What’s wrong?” Dana shook her head, then
took a deep breath. “I need to know . . . Did you ever suspect that Ethan was,
was unfaithful to you?” “What is this? Are you and
Ethan - “ “Please. I need to know.” Kathee gave another
put-upon sigh. “I knew he was seeing someone, but it doesn’t matter now.” “Did you know who it was?” “To be honest, it didn’t
matter at that point.” Dana closed her eyes,
centering herself. “Have you ever thought that Ethan and Robin’s relationship
was a little . . . “ How could she possible phrase this? “What are you talking
about?” “Could, could Ethan be
intimate with Robin?” She got it out quickly, but the words tasted bitter. Kathee’s eyes widened and
her face paled. “Are you . . . are you serious?” She sank into the
wingback chair closest to her. Dana took a seat on the couch, close to her.
“Why are you asking . . .” “You think so, don’t you?”
Dana said quietly. “I am so sorry that I didn’t . . . It’s my job to see
these things. I’ve been too close. And I thought it was immature to feel
jealousy towards a child. We have to do something.” Kathee was in shock now.
“Do you really think . . . “ Dana moved to sit on the arm of Kathee’s chair, her
arm around the older woman. “You didn’t know about the vasectomy?” Kathee
looked up at Dana. Dana shook her head. “We
need to find out if our suspicions are true. They are only suspicions right
now. You need to take Robin to a doctor. Not my group. We can’t do anything
without proof. She will fight you,” Dana said. “She and her father have a
secret, he has convinced her that he loves her and that this, this thing they’re
doing is all right.” “She was ten,” Kathee said
softly. “You knew?” Kathee shook her head. “No,
at least not consciously. I knew there was someone else but it never occurred
to me . . . Oh god.” Dana nodded. “He never
told me about his surgery. I didn’t even think about Ethan seeing another
woman.” Dana shook her head, “I gave him the opportunity for this. I allowed
myself to . . . “ They sat in silence then. After a long moment, Kathee
looked over at Dana. “What do I do?” Dana took a deep breath.
“You need to have her checked by a gynecologist and have a rape kit taken. They
may have been together night before last. If there is fluid, we would need to
do DNA testing to confirm that Ethan is . . . He can’t know we’re doing this.
You need to make the appointment and take her out of school before she can call
him.” “Do you think she’d protect
him?” Dana deflated slightly. “I
don’t know. If this is as long lasting as I think, she has to have been
involved.” “Do you think she . . .
seduced him?” Dana looked away, her
immediate response was yes. This woman-child had been after Ethan from the
beginning. But she had been just a little girl when this had started, ten years
old. Could a ten year old seduce a grown man? Not a healthy one. Oh god. She
shook her head. “No, we can’t blame Robin for this. A ten year old doesn’t have
the capacity to make those decisions. If she does flirt, it’s innocent. An
adult, a healthy adult, would never . . . You need to make that appointment
today, now.” She withdrew a small envelope from her purse. “This is Ethan’s
toothbrush. They can get the DNA they need from it.” Kathee swallowed and forced
herself to her feet. “I know you can’t . . . you should get to work.” Dana stood as well.
“Kathee, I’ve left him. He may not realize it yet. I know I don’t have proof,
but I can’t stay. As soon as I get a new place, I’ll get you my number. In the
meantime, may I call you?” Kathee nodded. “If this is confirmed, as I
expect it to be, Robin will need therapy. I have some names of child therapists
if you want them.” “Yes.” Dana pulled the list from
her purse. “Do you want me to stay?” Kathee shook her head.
“Call me this evening, please.” “I will. I promise.
Kathee, I’m sorry.” “I appreciate you coming to
me.” She led Dana to the door. Once back in her car, Dana
pulled away from the curb. There were other things she needed to do. The banks
would be open soon. She needed to get her money out, find a temporary place to
live. It hit her suddenly; she was pregnant and didn’t have a place to call
home. ***** Simple Choices - part 3
Something made Mulder look
up and their eyes met across the room. Dana? What was she doing here? His
original reason for being here was forgotten. ‘Deep Throat’ glanced at
the object of his attention and stiffened. Without a word, he rose. “Wait!”
Mulder spoke with a low voice, jerked back to the present. The older man turned
to look at him and shook his head, then moved to the back of restaurant. She had seen him and for
just a moment, he thought she was going to bolt, but he watched her straighten
her coat and approach him as he stood. She’d become the most important thing,
not possible information from a questionable source. “Dana. I, I didn’t expect
to see you here.” She gave him a small
smile. “I, uh, I work near here.” “Here? What about - “ He
stopped immediately, was this a good time? “Can you join me?” She hesitated for a moment,
then nodded and slipped into the booth opposite him. He took his seat again.
She looked toward the back, where his companion had disappeared. “Am I
interrupting something?” “No, nothing important.
You work around here?” She nodded, but she didn’t
speak. Seeing him had affected her more than she had even suspected. Maybe
that was why she had put off calling him, though he was always on her mind. “Did you and, and Ethan
move here?” It had hurt to mention her husband, but the man was a reality. “No, just me.” “You left him?” He leaned
toward her, obviously burning with questions. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. He
scanned her and she felt him stiffen. His eyes widened. His voice was just a
whisper. “It’s mine.” She looked up stunned. No
one here knew she was pregnant. She wasn’t showing, and she was seated. The
table hid . . . but one look and he had known. “We need to talk. Let’s get out
of here.” His voice was low and hard. He stood and reached for
her hand. She didn’t protest. It felt like this had been inevitable somehow.
He led her to his car and held her door. They were silent as he drove. She
could see his jaw tensing, his arm muscles bunching. “Where are we going?” she
finally asked. “Some place private.” He
was silent after that and she didn’t disturb him. He pulled up to an
apartment building on Hegal and parked. She had gotten out by the time he came
around the car, but he took her arm again, as though he thought she would try to
escape. The elevator was empty, but still neither spoke. Mulder opened the door to
the apartment and let her precede him. Then he locked and bolted the door. She
stood in the middle of the room and watched him. He began to pace, his
agitation growing. “You’ve left Ethan. You’ve moved to Washington, but you
don’t call. You don’t call me, and you’re pregnant!” His fist slammed
into the wall and Dana jumped. He didn’t say anything.
She approached him and took his hand in hers. “Come sit down.” She led him to
the couch and he sat heavily. She turned then and headed for his kitchen. She
ignored his uninjured hand coming out to stop her. He heard the drawers
opening and closing, then ice rattling. She returned quickly with a dishtowel
full of ice and placed it on his injured hand. “Are you okay?” she asked
quietly. He ignored that. “Talk to
me. Why didn’t you call, why didn’t you tell me?” She gave a small shrug.
“Getting up my courage? I’m sure you weren’t planning on acknowledging the
child of a one-night stand.” His eyes narrowed at that
statement. “We did use precaution, I
know. In addition to the condoms, I was on the pill.” “So we’re supposed to have
this child,” he said quietly. She met his eyes, startled. That was exactly
what she had thought that night when she finally admitted to herself whose child
it was. “Ethan didn’t think it was
his?” She started to move away then, but he caught her hand. “What?” “Ethan can’t be the
father. I’ve learned he had a vasectomy four years ago.” “He never told you?”
She shook her head. “He
wanted to ensure that the other person he was sleeping with never got pregnant.” “He was having an affair?”
He sounded outraged. Her eyebrow rose. “Pot
calling the kettle black here, Mulder.” He did look slightly
abashed at that. “Okay, but we were only together once.” She sighed. “This one has
been going on longer than that.” He looked puzzled for a
moment, her tone, her expression was . . . then his eyes widened and his mouth
fell open. “Robin?” She needed to give up on
being surprised by anything the man said. She just nodded wearily, leaning back
against the couch. “His daughter? How
the hell could the son of a bitch . . . Jesus! How, how did you know?” “The same way you did, I
just knew. I don’t know; it all just fell into place. All those times when
Robin made it uncomfortable or impossible for me to join them; years
Mulder! Ethan was already furious, or he wouldn’t have blurted out that he got
his vasectomy when Robin was ten. That’s not the date I would think he would
use to remember that kind of procedure. He lost it; he was screaming at me and
jerked me to my feet, I don’t think he realized what he’d said.” “He grabbed you?” Mulder’s
eyes narrowed. “I’d never seen him like
that.” “What set him off?” She
looked up at him and just stared for a moment. “Oh.” “I had fixed a special
dinner. I wanted to announce that we were . . . I had refused to even wish the
baby was yours.” His eyes widened at that. “We were both so careful.” Her
eyes filled and she looked away. “You should hear his excuses.” Her voice
shook. “At first it was that she seduced him - a ten year old! When that
didn’t seem to fly, he said he’d wanted to protect her, make sure her first
sexual experiences were positive and gentle.” Mulder didn’t bother to
voice an opinion; his incredulous expression said it all. “How is she?” “In therapy. And mad as
hell that we turned him in.” “We?” “His other ex and I.” She
shook her head. “How could I have missed it? I’m a pediatrician for
god’s sake, and I’m married to a pedophile.” She looked up at the ceiling,
blinking to keep the tears from falling. He moved closer. “As a
breed they’re good at covering their tracks. If their victim is on their side .
. . “ He brushed her hair back. “You need to eat something. You can’t skip
meals, something with vegetables. Do you like Chinese?” She looked back at him,
surprised at the turn in the conversation. “Well, you need to look
after yourself. It won’t help to beat yourself up about this. The courts will
handle it now.” She nodded and stood up.
He reached for her with his good hand. “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Oh. It’s through there.
I’ll go ahead and order.” They ate in silence, but it
wasn’t uncomfortable now. When she had eaten to his satisfaction, he took her
plate from her hands. They were still shaking slightly. “What are you going to do?” She shrugged. “He’s agreed
to a no-fault divorce, at his lawyer’s recommendation. In Virginia, that takes
six months. I’m also looking into an annulment since no real marriage existed.
With the charges against him that shouldn’t be a problem. I want to be rid of
him; away from the whole thing.” She shivered slightly. “Are you cold?” She shook
her head. He pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and laid it across
her legs. “Try to relax. You’re here and you’re safe. Let me stand guard for
a little while.” She managed a small smile
at that. He leaned over and slipped her shoes off. “Get comfortable. I’ll be
right back.” He stood and headed for the bathroom himself. When he returned he saw
that she had drifted off, snuggled under his afghan. He watched her for a
moment. She’d been through hell, whether she admitted it or not. He wanted to
strangle the illusive Ethan, for several reasons. He turned back to his
bedroom and stripped the bed, putting on fresh sheets. She could stay here
tonight. They had so much more to talk about. When he returned to the
living room, he knelt beside her. “Dana?” She didn’t even stir. He thought
about it a minute, then carefully lifted her into his arms. He carried her into
the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. He watched, but she was still
asleep. She’d be more comfortable
undressed. This wasn’t a seduction, far from it. He just wanted her to be at
ease. He carefully removed her dress and hose, then slipped one of his gray
t-shirts over her head. She merely rolled to her side and slept on. Who knew
how long it had been since she’d had a decent night’s sleep. He smiled then.
She seemed more peaceful than he’d seen her all evening. He moved back out to the
living room and booted up his computer. He’d been working over an hour and a
half when he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. She held out the hem of his
t-shirt. It nearly reached her knees. “Light touch.” He shrugged. “Looks good on
you.” Her eyebrow rose. “What, you don’t like haute
couture?” he said with a grin. He rose from his chair and
moved to the couch, holding out his hand for her to join him. She shook her
head lightly and sat down beside him. “I should be getting home.” “Where is home?” He leaned
back, watching her. “You know the Children’s
Clinic, about a block from the diner?” He nodded, as she added. “I have an
apartment about two blocks past that.” He sat up straight then.
“No.” “Excuse me?” “That’s no place for you to
live. It’s not safe. You can’t - “ He saw her expression, but didn’t back
down. “You’re sounding a little
caveman, Mulder.” “Okay, I’ll be caveman.
You’re not staying there.” “And just where - “ “Here. At least until you
find a place in a better neighborhood,” he amended. “A more expensive
neighborhood,” she corrected him. “I don’t want you worrying
about that. I have - “ “Mulder, I have my
savings. I just don’t want to go into them yet. I know I’ll need them later. “ “Please, I want you here.
You can have the bedroom. I usually sleep out here anyway.” “You want me to move in
with you?” Her tone bordered on the incredulous. “You don’t have to say it
like that.” He slumped a little. She gave him a tiny smile.
“It’s a nice offer, but - “ she glanced uncertainly toward the bedroom. “Listen, I’m not expecting
. . . “ “That’s not what I was
thinking - “ They both stopped,
embarrassed. “Okay,” he broke the
silence. “Maybe we don’t know each other all that well, but we are
connected. I would really appreciate you staying here for a few days.” Their eyes locked and
held. After a long moment, she looked down. “I guess I could stay here
tonight.” He realized he’d been
holding his breath and wanted to laugh at himself. “Good. Do you want me to go
get your things?” She chuckled then. “I can
get by tonight and go to my place to change in the morning before work, but
thank you.” He opened his mouth, but
her look stopped him. He’d have to pick his fights. ***** The next morning he woke
slowly, realizing that the warmth at his side was her and that his hand rested
on her stomach. He was still processing that information when she turned and
opened her eyes. She drew back immediately, then relaxed. “I thought you were
going to sleep on the couch.” “I did. I don’t remember
coming in here.” “Do you sleep walk?” He shrugged. “I live
alone. No one’s complained.” He slipped out of the bed then. “I am sorry.” “It’s, it’s okay.” She rose
as well. “I need to get ready for work.” He opened his mouth, but
her eyebrow stopped him for a moment. She started for the bathroom. “Dana . .
. Listen, if you want to take a little time off . . . “ “Mulder, I need to work. I
need the money.” “You don’t. I mean . . .
listen, you have a lot going on right now. You’ve got the divorce, the
annulment, the court case, you’ve left your home. Why won’t you let me look
after you for a little while? I want to. I’m not just saying that.” “Mulder, I know you mean
it. But I also know you’re feeling . . . guilty about . . . I can look
after myself. I am a doctor.” “Don’t doctors make the
worse patients?” “I’m not a patient.” “But you are pregnant. In
light of my caveman status, do I get a say in anything? It’s my baby, too.” “Mulder I can look after
myself.” He seemed to deflate at
that. “I know. I just . . . You’re right. Go ahead and get ready, then I’ll
take you home.” “Mulder, don’t be like
that. I’m not upset with you. I, I need to feel some control. I need to feel
like I can handle this. I’m not shutting you out. I did stay here last night
and I did end up sleeping with you.” He gave her a slight smile
at that. “I guess that’s true.” He sighed. “If I take you home, what happens
then? When will I see you?” He took her hand. “We do have more to talk
about.” “I know.” “We could have dinner. You
know, a, a date?” Mulder shrugged. “That’s a little backwards,
isn’t it? We’re a little beyond dating.” Her hand caressed her stomach. His eyes locked on her
body. “Yeah, I guess we are.” “Dinner, huh? I guess
that’s a good idea. However, I don’t plan to move in here. Deal?” There was a hesitation on
his part, but he met her eyes. “Deal.” ***** She looked up surprised
when he walked into the clinic late that afternoon. “I, I thought I was going
to meet you.” He shrugged. “Why waste the
gas?” Her eyebrow rose, but she
allowed him to lead her to his car. “Remember, you have to bring me back here
to pick up my car.” “Sure.” He looked
innocent, but she’d keep an eye on the time. ***** It didn’t work out that
way. Dinner was wonderful and the conversation stimulating. He carefully
avoided any discussion of the baby or the court case, instead concentrating on
getting to know her, her family, her friends. Once again, they shut down
a restaurant and she just sat back, staring at him. “Where the hell does the
time go when we’re together?” “So you think I cause
missing time?” He grinned as he took her hand to help her from her chair. “You must.” He led her to
his car without another word and opened the door for her. She was asleep when
he reached his apartment. He rounded the car and opened her door, kneeling
beside the car. “Dana? Honey, wake up.” “Mmm, what?” “You fell asleep. I’m
going to put you to bed.” “Muld, mmm . . . “ He grinned at that and
carried her inside. The next morning he again
woke wrapped around her small body, his hand over their child. She stretched
and realized he had again joined her. She looked up at him. “Yes, you do sleep
walk. And would you like to explain why I’m here again?” He gave an embarrassed
chuckle. “Oh that. You fell asleep on the way home, so I just . . . I really
don’t mind. Maybe tonight you should lock the door.” “Mulder, I . . . I don’t
want to mess up the divorce. We can’t - “ “Dana, I understand. I’m
not, I’m not trying to . . . Dana, I want you. I hope you already know that,
but I don’t want to cause you any problems.” He couldn’t mistake the look of
relief that raced across her face. He pulled her to him then. “I’ve never
stopped wanting you.” “There’s so much . . .
baggage now.” “Baggage? If you mean our
child, that’s the wrong word.” “There’s also the court
case, and - “ “Shh.” He kissed her
brow. “None of that bothers me. I don’t want it to bother you. I’m here,” he
grinned, “and I shouldn’t be, but I am and I will be. Lean on me. We’re
connected now.” ***** He called during lunch.
“Hi, thought I’d see where you wanted to go on our date tonight.” “I think we overdid it last
night, thank you.” “How can you say that? No
dancing, no movie, and you fell asleep on me.” He grinned. “Why do I think that was
the plan? Mulder, remember what I said about not moving in?” “So let’s go to your place
tonight. I’ll bring dinner and meet you at work. You can give me the tour.” “The tour?” Her voice was
dripping with irony now. “Of course. I need to know
what’s better than my place. Italian?” “I didn’t say it was
better.” She sighed. “Fine. I’ll wait for you here.” She heard him chuckling
as he hung up. He followed her in his car
the few blocks to her apartment. His impression of the place did not improve on
closer inspection. The doorknob to her unit was loose though the lock seemed to
be holding. He looked up at her after jiggling it. “There’s also a chain,” she
said quietly. “Oh good.” The sarcasm
coated his voice. She ignored him and took
the bag of food from his hand. The table in the kitchen part of the efficiency
wobbled slightly, but he fixed that with a folded napkin. The dishes came with
the apartment, but they were sparkling clean. They were in the middle of
dinner when the sirens and blue lights skidded to a stop in her courtyard.
Mulder pulled the gun from under his arm and moved toward the window. She
started to join him but he motioned for her to move back into the kitchen
alcove. He twitched the curtains and watched the police break into a unit three
doors down. They dragged out a couple
of men and a woman, and the cars carrying them peeled out. Two cars remained
behind. Mulder turned to look at her. “You planned this,” she
said quietly. He almost smiled then.
“Please don’t stay here tonight.” Her shoulders slumped. “Please.” She met his eyes and after
a moment nodded. He waited while she packed her bag, then took her back to his
apartment. They were silent on the drive, but when she got out of the car, she
stopped. “Dana?” “I, I appreciate - “ “Dana, stop. I want you
here. Come on up and get comfortable.” She got ready for bed, then
came out and joined him on the couch. They watched one of his cheesy sic fi
films that had her laughing out loud at parts of it. When it was over, she rose
to go to the bedroom. “Dana, I’m not kidding. You should lock the bedroom door
tonight. I love waking up next to you, but for right now . . . “ She nodded. “I feel a
little funny about it. It is your bedroom.” He grinned. “It will be
again.” He winked and appreciated her light blush. “Go on to bed. I’ll see
you in the morning.” “Good night,” she said
faintly and moved into the bedroom. He heard the lock snick into place and
sighed. It had felt good having her in his arms, but she was right. Now wasn’t
the best time. But soon. ***** He took a deep breath and
felt her hair on his face. Oh no . . . wait. He was still on the couch. She,
she was sprawled atop him with one leg resting between his thighs, and sound
asleep. He glanced over at the bedroom door. It was open. A small smile
started to grow on his face. “Uh, Dana?” “Umm. Mulder?” “I’m not the only one sleep
walking around here.” His grin was growing. “I locked the door.” She
was starting to sit up. “That was only to keep me
out, not keep you in.” Her blush was adorable, and
he pulled her back down into his arms. “I think we fit well together.” “I came out here when you
didn’t come to me?” she asked a little helplessly. He nodded, watching her
closely now. She pushed away from him and scrambled to her feet. She stepped
on one of his shoes and teetered for an instant. He was on his feet instantly,
his hands steadying her. “Careful.” She didn’t acknowledge his
words, looking down at the floor. “What are you feeling?” he
asked softly. “I’m scared.” He released her arms. “Of
me?” She looked up then. “Of
me,” she answered, then looked down again. “I don’t understand.” “This is not me!” Her
voice was loud in the apartment, but he didn’t move away. “I don’t do things
like this. I don’t break my wedding vows. I know they were already shattered,
but not by me! I don’t sleep with a man the third time I see him. I
don’t get pregnant out of wedlock. I don’t move to a strange city to be near a
man I barely know. I had other options, my parents are in Hawaii, my older
brother is in California and my younger one is in Ohio. But no, I pull up
stakes and come to a city I haven’t even visited in years! I’m not like this!
I don’t fall in - “ she stopped abruptly and looked toward the door. “Fall in what?” he wasn’t
touching her but she could see his hands were fisted, as though restraining
himself. Her shoulders slumped.
“Fall in love.” “In love?” She could
hear the smile in his voice and managed to look up. His delight caused an
answering smile of her own. At that, he drew her into his arms and kissed the
top of her head. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” ***** Simple Choices - Part 4 She was standing at the
far end of the nurse’s station making notes in a chart when something made her
look up. He was headed for the main desk and everyone was giving him the eye.
In that suit, cut so perfectly for those long legs and that ass . . . everyone,
and that included the only male nurse, Vince. She didn’t speak, but his
head turned and he spotted her. His smile grew. He moved easily toward
her. He didn’t kiss her, but his hand brushed hers and it felt as though he
had. “What are you doing here?” “I couldn’t stay away,” he
answered as a smile lit up his face. “Good answer, but why are
you here?” His smile slipped. “I
have to go out of town. I wanted to let you know and give you this.” He
dangled a key in front of her. “I want you to stay at the apartment while I’m
gone. No excuse,” he said as she opened her mouth to protest. “The fish need
you, Dana.” She did smile then. “How
long will you be gone?” “A couple of days at
least. Will you be okay?” “Yes. Lonely, but okay.
When do you leave?” “Now.” “Now?” That slipped out
before she could stop it. Coming home to him had become the best part of her
day. “Are you sure you’ll be
okay?” “Of course, but I’ll
probably miss you.” “You better. I’ll call
you tonight.” She nodded, not wanting
him to realize the loneliness she was already beginning to feel. “Be careful.” He nodded and squeezed her
hand once more. Then he turned and left the clinic. She took a deep breath and
returned to work. ***** She stopped to pick up
dinner on her way home. As she let herself into his apartment, she was
surprised at how empty the place felt without him. She ate with the TV on, on
the Sci Fi channel, though she chided herself for it. She cleaned the kitchen,
then since she was alone, ran a bubble bath and sank down into the warmth. She
should take advantage of this more often. It wouldn’t be that long before she’d
have to forego the tub. She let her hand caress the slight curve to her
stomach. Her breasts were larger, fuller, but when she was dressed, no one
could tell she was pregnant, except Mulder of course. She relaxed in the suds
until the water cooled. It had been a long time since she’d indulged herself
like this and it felt good. Ready for bed early, she
headed back for the living room. She knew she was waiting for his call and had a
flashback to high school that caused a faint smile on her face. Reading didn’t
hold her attention and soon her eyes grew heavy. She thought about moving to
the bed, but it seemed like too much effort, so she cuddled in under his afghan. She was drifting between
awake and asleep when the phone rang. She snatched it up on the first ring.
“Hello?” “That’s the best thing I
ever heard from my apartment.” Her smile grew. “It feels
funny being here without you.” “Please know it feels
terrible from this end. I especially like it when you hunt me down in the night
and - “ “Mulder,” he could hear
the humor in her voice. “I’m just being honest,
Dr. Scully.” “Well if we’re being
honest, I kind of miss you too.” “So what are you doing to
keep yourself occupied without me?” She could hear him getting comfortable and
visualized him sprawled out on a bed in some motel. “I took a bubble bath.”
He made a noise she couldn’t quite interpret and she pulled a pillow around to
support her. “That . . . that’s a
visual I might use to get me through this.” “What is ‘this’? Or can
you talk about it?” “Um, not good conversation
material.” There was a pause, then, “I need to get back. I’m on break and
Patterson isn’t the most tolerant. I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be. Thank you
for checking in and letting me know you’re safe.” “I’ll call back tomorrow.
Take care of yourself.” “I will. You do the
same.” He chuckled at that.
“Sleep well.” He broke the connection then and the apartment seemed so much
lonelier without his voice. She thought about moving to the bed, but she was
comfortable and his scent surrounded her. She pulled the afghan tighter around
her and drifted off. It wasn’t a peaceful night
for her. Unremembered dreams had awakened her several times but at least there
was no morning sickness. She was stunned at how lonely she felt without him,
but shoved that aside and got ready for work. It was a busy day at the
clinic, so that kept her mind off of him most of the day. It was around two
when one of the nurses stuck her head in the door of the examining room, just as
she was finishing up. “You have a call on line two.” She gave the nurse a quick
thanks and hurried to her office. “Dr. Scully.” “It’s Ethan.” Without a word, she
started to put the receiver down, but heard him call. “Don’t hang up! Dana
please.” She hesitated, but finally
brought the phone back to her ear. “We have nothing to talk about.” “I need some help.” “You need a lot more help
than I can give you.” There was silence for a
moment. When he spoke again, his voice sounded carefully restrained. “Dana,
there’s some business - “ “I only took what was
mine. Ask your lawyer.” “I know that, but we were
married, I need - “ “We were never
married. You made sure of that.” She hated that her voice shook a little, but
the call had caught her off guard. He was silent again for a
moment. “You know I took the plea.” “Yes,” she answered
shortly. “Well, that’s a guilty
plea, so I need to get some things settled for while I’m gone.” “That’s what lawyers are
for.” “He needs your signature,
for the house, my car was in both names . . .” There was a long
hesitation then she sighed. “Have him send me the papers. I do not want to see
him.” “Yeah, okay. You filed
for the divorce?“ “Yes. You should have a
copy.” “I probably do. The post
office is holding my mail.” “Are we through?” “Are, are you doing okay?
The baby - “ “I’m not talking to you
about any of that. Just have your attorney send the papers to the clinic in
DC. I’ll sign them and send them back.” “Yeah, okay. Dana, I’m -
“ “Don’t. And don’t call me
again. If you need to communicate with me, have your attorney call. Goodbye.”
She broke the connection and folded her hands in her lap. They were shaking and
she felt . . . dirty just talking to the man. She realized she hadn’t checked
in with Kathee in a couple of days, but she couldn’t face it now. This stress
wasn’t good for the baby, Mulder’s child. She took several deep breaths and
caressed her stomach. Mulder wouldn’t be home tonight and she felt his absence
like a blow. Before she could leave the
room, the phone rang again. Ethan wouldn’t call back, would he? “Dr. Scully.”
Her voice was steady but professionally distant. “Dana?” He sounded
breathless. “Mulder, are you all
right?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you
okay? What’s wrong?” He was getting his breath back but the worried tone
hadn’t left his voice. “Nothing’s wrong.” “You’re sure, the baby?” “We’re both good, Mulder.
Is that why you called?” “I, I don’t know. I just
had to hear your voice.” “Are you okay? You’re out
of breath.” “I, uh, I didn’t have
reception on my phone. I had to . . . “ “Thank you, thank you for
worrying about us.” “Like I could stop. Did
something happen? I was sure - “ Ethan, she thought, but
didn’t say it. There was nothing Mulder could do anyway. “Are you, do you
know when you can come home?” “We’re getting closer,
tomorrow, maybe the next day. Dana, you don’t sound like yourself. Are you
sure you’re okay? There’s nothing wrong with you or the baby?” “I’m fine, Mulder. It’s
been a busy day . . . and I miss you.” “God, I miss you too. I
don’t know if I’ll be home tomorrow, but there’s been a break and I, I hope it
won’t be but another day or two.” “Good, I want you here
and, and I think you need to be here.” “Do I ever. Look, I’m not
going to be able to call tonight. There’ll be a lot going on. Just, just know
I love you.” “Mulder - “ but he had
broken the connection. “I love you too,” she said quietly and turned back to
her folder. She found herself with
little appetite when she left the clinic, but forced herself to again stop and
pick up dinner on the way home. She surprised herself by ordering a
cheeseburger, but it was what she wanted. Then she hurried home to lock herself
in for the night. It had to be Ethan’s phone call that had unnerved her so; and
of course Mulder still being out of town. After her early dinner,
she realized how exhausted she was and stretched out on the couch again. It was
much too early to go to bed, but she could barely keep her eyes open. ### She was in the woods
moving quickly; other shadow figures were hurrying along with her. She felt
heavy but the feeling that she needed to move even more swiftly was on her.
There, that was the building she’d been looking for. It looked decrepit from
the outside, but she could tell that the door was reinforced and the hinges new,
but painted in order not to catch the light. The windows were blacked out and
there was no sound except the scrunch of the leaves under her feet. She opened the door
cautiously and was struck dumb at the sight. It was an
abattoir, a slaughter house. She’d never
seen, or smelled, anything like it. Hooks hung from the ceiling and the
remainder of a woman’s body hung from one of them. The table held instruments
of all kinds, most bloody, along with smaller body parts. She saw a couple of
fingers and braids of hair that had been dipped in blood and carelessly thrown
on the table before she turned away. The view away from the
table was not much better; there was blood on the walls as well. She stopped,
stunned, in front of a flower - a small daisy, as though drawn by a child -
drawn on the wall in blood. It looked like something she would have drawn in
kindergarten using yellow finger paint. There were words as well, names of the
victims, other words that she couldn’t put into context, all written in blood.
A movement in the corner drew her attention. They weren’t alone, he was there -
Left! To the left! ### She woke, chest heaving,
tears of terror in her eyes. She clutched the afghan to her and forced her
breathing under control. What the hell? Had her conversation with Ethan
unnerved her that much? She settled back against the pillow, and reached for
the remote and flipped on the TV. That wasn’t like her, she never slept with
the TV on, but tonight . . . She curled onto her side and after a long time
slept again. She woke unrested the next
morning but at least she wasn’t sick. She wanted to talk to Mulder. She shook
that off, took a shower, and got ready for work. She reached for her purse,
but then stopped. She needed to speak with Mulder. She turned back to
the phone and dialed the main switchboard at the Bureau. After being put on
hold a couple of times and transferred two or three times, a man answered the
phone. “AD Skinner. How may I help you?” “I’m trying to get in
touch with Agent Fox Mulder.” “May I ask why?” “I . . . is he all right?” “I’m sorry; your name
please?” “I’m Dr. Dana Scully.”
Her voice was beginning to betray her annoyance. “Scully? I, just a minute
please.” Once again, she was placed on hold. Her temper had the best of
her now. She was ready to hang up and call back when Mr. Skinner came back on
the line. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Dr. Scully. How can I help you?” “I just wanted to know if
there was a way to get in touch with Agent Mulder. I don’t want to interfere
with his case, but - “ “Agent Mulder is going to
be fine.” “Going to be?“ Her voice
rose and shook ever so slightly. “He was injured last
night, during an arrest. He was transported by ambulance and they kept him
overnight. My information is that there was no medical reason to keep him any
longer. He’ll be flying home this afternoon.” She was silent, absorbing
the information. “Dr. Scully? I’m sorry
for the delay in informing you, there was some confusion when the information
came in.” “Confusion?” Her breath
was shallow and she had to concentrate on his words. “The change order for next
of kin hadn’t completed processing. I recognized your name.” “Next of . . . “ She shook
her head, unimportant. “What are his injuries?” “He was shot in the left
shoulder. They had to perform surgery to remove the bullet but word I’ve
received is that he’s already making a nuisance of himself to get out.” “What flight?” “I don’t know at this
time. Give me your number and I’ll have my assistant call you personally when
we find out.” “Th-thank you.” “Dr. Scully, I apologize
again for the delay. I assure you Kim will keep you up to date.” She nodded, still stunned
at the turn of events, then realized she hadn’t spoken. She quickly gave him a
couple of phone numbers and hung up. Then she sank onto the couch where she had
slept the last two nights. Shot? Okay, she knew he was an FBI agent, but it
had never really penetrated that he was in that kind of danger when he was out
on a case. He could have been . . . She closed her eyes and found the pillow
she had used during the night pressed to her face, breathing in the essence of
him. ***** He looked up startled when
he heard her voice, then a confused smile took over his face. She’d come to the
airport? To, to meet him? How had she known the flight? For that
matter, how had she known something was wrong? Her eyes were on the sling as
she rushed to him. “I’m okay, Dana I’m okay.” She didn’t try to speak,
just holding him for a moment. He relished the feel of her against him. No one
had ever met him coming home before. Damn, it was worth the bullet. He swayed
slightly when she stepped back, though he tried to hide it. “You were shot. You’re
not going to carry - “ “And you’re pregnant,” he
nuzzled her ear. “I’m carrying the suitcase, but I’ll let you drive.” He
spotted the tears in her eyes and pulled her against him again. “I’m okay. I’m
here, I’m with you. I’m okay.” “You’re not okay, Mulder,
not yet. It’s too soon after your injury and I can certainly manage one
suitcase. It’s not that big. It won’t hurt me,” she insisted as she reached
for his bag. After hesitating for a
moment, he nodded with a strained sigh and leaned into her, brushing the tears
from her cheeks. “And, I’m staying home
tomorrow, to keep an eye on you,” she added. “I like the sound of
that,” he said softly. She led him to the car and
helped him buckle in. They were quiet on the way home. He kept his eyes on
her, but her eyes remained on the road. At the apartment, he again lost the
argument to carry his bag. She led him to the couch and had him recline with a
pillow to support his arm and brought him a glass of tea. “Are you hungry?” she
brushed his hair back, needing to touch him. “You know, I believe I
am. Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.” “Mulder! You’ve been
taking pain medication on an empty stomach! No wonder you’re so woozy.” “I only took one, just
enough to let me get back here to you. It’s already wearing off. After I get
something on my stomach, I’ll be fine. Just call in for whatever you want. I
could eat anything.” “Well you’re in luck.
While I was waiting to go to the airport, I fixed some dinner. I just need to
heat it up.” “You cook?” She glared at him. “I
used to cook quite a bit.” “Incredible, you work full
time, you’re pregnant and now I find out you’re a gourmet cook.” “I didn’t say gourmet.
And I was not exactly able to concentrate on a complicated recipe. This came
off the back of a soup can.” “That’s still more
complicated than I usually attempt.” “Relax. This won’t take
long.” “I could help - “ “No. You rest.” His hand
took hers and played with her fingers until she was out of reach. It didn’t
take long to heat up the casserole. She hated to wake him, but if he hadn’t
eaten in over twenty-four hours that was more important now. “Mulder? Wake up. You
need to eat, then you can go on to bed.” “Umm, yeah,” he mumbled
and opened his eyes. Seeing her leaning over him, he smiled. He pulled her
down and met her lips. “Mulder, food first.” “I need this more.” He
could feel her smile against his lips. When she pulled back, he allowed it,
though he gave her a pout. She laughed out loud in
relief that he was able to play. “Come eat, Mulder.” She started to help him
sit up but he scowled at her. “I can do this.” She rolled her eyes but
allowed him to sit up and move toward the table. She served his plate and he
ate with gusto. “What is this?” “Chicken and broccoli with
rice.” “Broc - there’s broccoli
in this?” “Shut up, Mulder.” He chuckled and held out
his plate for seconds. After dinner, he agreed to go back to the couch while
she cleaned up. When she returned to the main room, it was to find him looking
through a file. He realized she was back and flipped the file closed. “You’re not supposed to be
working, Mulder.” “I’m not. I just have to
be ready to file my report.” “Later. You’re
recuperating tonight. Don’t tell me you aren’t tired. I want you to take your
medication and get ready for bed.” “Mmm, I like anxious
women.” She rolled her eyes and
this time did take his good arm to help him to his feet. When he started for
the bathroom, she bent down to pick up a piece of paper that had fallen to the
floor. It was a photograph. She flipped it over and gasped. Mulder whirled back toward
her. “Dana?” “What, what is this?” She
held out the photo with a shaking hand. Her pallor frightened him. He took it, led her back
to the couch, and seated her. “Dana?” “What is that!” He glanced down at the
photo then and closed his eyes. “Dana, please - “ “It’s a flower, right?
It’s a flower drawn in blood on the wall of a building out in the woods.” His mouth fell open. “How
did - “ “I saw it. Last night, I
entered that building, I saw that woman on the hook, the names written on the
wall.” “That’s not possible.” “I thought it was a dream,
a nightmare because, because I was upset. But that wasn’t it. I was seeing
this through, through your eyes.” Her voice grew softer as she spoke. “You, you believe that?” She shook her head, but
said, “What else can it be?” His eyes widened then.
“It was you.” She looked up puzzled. “I heard your voice, you screamed ‘left,
to the left’. It was your voice and I turned. It’s the reason the bullet only
hit my shoulder. I was wearing Kevlar, but the angle . . . Dana?” Her eyes were locked on
him. “I saw a movement and I yelled that in my dream. Kevlar, I felt heavy as
I was walking through the woods. Mulder?” He took a deep breath.
“Let’s get ready for bed.” “What?” “I need you to relax.
Come on.” “I, I was going to sleep
out here. I don’t want to hurt your shoulder.” He shook his head. “And I
don’t want anyone stumbling or tripping as we sleep walk to each other tonight.
Let’s just start out in the same bed and save a little time. Dana, I need to
hold you tonight.” She looked at him for a
moment, then nodded. He followed her into the bedroom. She took the bathroom
first and when she emerged in her nightgown, saw him struggling with his own
clothing. Without a word she finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipped off his
sling long enough to tug the shirt off. She left the room, not
seeing or ignoring the hand he reached out to stop her. He could see how
disturbed she was by her revelations. It had happened; she had saved his life
last night. It had been her voice that caused him to turn. He’d been horrified
at the thought that she had somehow shown up at the site . . . of course that
was absurd. There was no way she could have appeared, but she had been
there. She had seen - He looked up to see her returning with a bottle of pills
and a glass of water. She was so lovely. The
gown clung to her as she moved toward him. He could see that her stomach was no
longer completely flat and he marveled again that this woman carried his child. “Mulder?” “Yeah.” He held out his
hand for her. She moved against him and he felt the shudder that ran through
her body. “We don’t have to think about this tonight.” “You think we can stop?” He sighed. “We have to
try. Could you open the medicine for me?” She nodded and shook two
pills into his hand. He tossed them into his mouth and took the glass of water. He climbed into the bed
and after she made sure his arm was supported, she walked around the bed and
crawled in beside him. He pulled her against him and she relaxed into his
warmth. She started to ask a
question, but he shushed her gently. “Just rest tonight. We’re together and
there’s nothing we can do tonight about any of this.” She nodded and seemed to
move even closer if possible. She closed her eyes and in a moment, so did he. When he woke the next
morning, it was to find her sitting up against the headboard, watching him
sleep. “Dana? You okay?” “I, I don’t know.” “You take the bathroom
first.” She nodded and left the
bed. When the door shut, he managed to rise, his body stiff, and headed toward
the kitchen. He was back, sitting on the bed when she emerged. “I’ll make the
coffee.” “It’s already started; it
should be ready in a minute.” She seemed to nod and
reached for her robe. He brushed her hand as he moved around her toward the
bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, it was empty so he turned toward the
kitchen. She was sitting at the
table with a cup of coffee in front of her, staring into its depths. “Dana?” She didn’t look up.
“What’s happening to us?” He slipped into the chair
across from her. “I have a theory.” She looked up when he
didn’t continue. “What? What could you possibly think - “ “We both had an experience
when we were younger, when our sisters were taken.” “What?” “We were present when it
happened, we both were unconscious for days afterward, we both are
extraordinarily healthy. And we created a child the only time we were together,
in spite of precautions on both of our parts.” “You, you think . . .
whatever took Missy and Samantha changed us?” He looked away for an
instant, then met her eyes. “I don’t know of any other way for you to accompany
me on my mission that night.” “Accompany?” “We’re in contact. We’re
in contact like I have never known before with anyone. I think it’s the baby.” “The baby?” she sounded
strangled. “You can’t be serious.” “I . . . Yes, I am.” He
reached for her hand but she drew it back. He felt the bottom drop out.
“Dana.” “I’m listening.” But she
wouldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s just a theory.” “I, I can’t. . . Do you
think something’s wrong with the baby? I haven’t had an ultrasound or - “ “No, I don’t think there’s
anything wrong with the baby. I don’t. I, I think it’s why we’re connected.
It’s part of both of us. It’s connecting us differently than most couples, but
most couples haven’t lived through our experience.” “Aliens.” “Dana, just think about
it.” He reached for her hand again and this time she didn’t pull away.
Suddenly he sat up straighter. “You said you were upset when you went to bed.
Why?” “What?” “You said you thought what
happened was a nightmare because you were upset.” She closed her eyes, she’d
completely forgotten. “I, I got a phone call from Ethan.” “Ethan? What did that SOB
want?” He seemed to grow in front of her. “He, uh, he needs me to
sign some papers, about the house and the car.” “He called you here?” “No, no he doesn’t know
anything about where I live, or you. He called the clinic. I had to leave a
number with his attorney. I wouldn’t let anyone know where I am. He called just
before you did.” He stared at her a
moment. “I called because I knew something was wrong.” She nodded slowly. “You
were out of breath and thought something was wrong with the baby.” “Or with you. I was out
of breath because there was no cell phone service where I was standing when I
knew something had happened. I had to get somewhere I had reception.” “Mulder?” He took a relieved
breath. “Are you going to sign the papers?” “They’re being sent to
me. I’ll see what they are.” She looked down at her coffee again. “You
changed the subject.” “Let’s just mull it over
for today.” “I need to get to work.” “I thought you were taking
today off.” “I, I was, but - “ “But you don’t want to be
with me today.” His face was carefully blank. “No, that’s not . . . How
can we find out more about, about this?” He was quiet then. She
didn’t rush him. After a few minutes, he looked up. “Robert Trotter.” “What about him?” “Was he - “ “Oh my god. He was
there. He was in the hospital after Betsy . . .I’m an idiot. I didn’t even
think - “ “You had no reason to. Do
you think his parents would let us talk to him?” “I don’t know. He lives
with his mother now.” “They divorced,” he stated
flatly. She nodded. “They lost a
child. They blamed each other. It happens a lot.” “Tell me about it.” She watched his face then.
That was the most she’d ever heard him say about his family. After a moment,
she continued. “I can call Gloria.” He nodded. “I think you
should. I need to talk - “ “We need to talk to
him.” Her expression assured him he wouldn’t win this one. ***** Simple Choices - Part 5 Dana knocked on the door
and Gloria opened it quickly, inviting them in. “Dana, it’s good to see you.
Are you doing okay?” Dana nodded. “I’m fine.
Thank you. This is my friend, Fox Mulder. He’s the one I mentioned; he’s
looking into Betsy’s case.” “Has there been - “ “No, Gloria, but if he can
find something that looks like some other cases he’s worked on . . . “ Gloria
sighed, but nodded. “How’s Rob?” His mother looked worried
then. “He’s quieter. He doesn’t hang out with his friends any more. He’s
dropped out of all of his team sports. His grades have gone up, but I have to
admit I wish he were a little more social.” Dana nodded. Gloria’s shoulders
slumped. “I’ll call him. Do you want me to stay?” “If you don’t mind, I’ll
stay with them,” Dana said gently. Gloria nodded and moved to
the stairs. The young boy came to the top of stairs and stopped, looking down
at them. “Rob, you remember Dr.
Scully. This is her friend, Mr. Mulder. They want to talk to you.” “What about?” his voice
was sullen. Dana spoke then. “Betsy.
Please, Rob, just for a few minutes.” He looked like he wanted
to refuse, but didn’t know how. He came downstairs and Mulder followed him to
the sun room in the back. Dana squeezed Gloria’s hand, then followed Mulder. Rob flopped down on the
couch. Dana sat beside him and Mulder drew up a chair, facing them. Rob looked
back and forth between them, stopping with Dana. “Are you going to have a
baby?” Before Dana could even
think of a response, Mulder was on his feet looming over the boy. Rob jerked
back, his arm up to protect himself. Dana’s hand closed over Mulder’s forearm
and he drew back. “Why do you ask that?” she
looked at the boy, trying not to show her uneasiness. “I, I don’t know.” Dana looked over at
Mulder. He took a deep breath and eased back down into the chair forcing some
control on himself. “I’d like to ask you a few questions about the night your
sister disappeared.” Rob slumped back against
the couch. “I’ve told everyone everything I know.” “Rob,” Dana said quietly,
“please, one more time.” He huffed, but looked down
at his shoes. “Sure. Mom and Dad had gone down the street to a party. They
left me in charge; they did that when they were going out in the neighborhood.
It wasn’t late, we were playing one of her games and the lights went out. I got
up to see if the other lights on the street were out, and she started
screaming. I turned back and, and I woke up in the hospital a few days later.
That’s all I remember.” Dana looked over at
Mulder; he was withdrawn, his eyes were filled with remembered pain. She turned
back to the boy. “Is there anything else? Any scent or feeling?” The boy shook his head. “I examined you that
night, when you were brought in to the hospital. There wasn’t a mark on you.
Mulder?” He didn’t face her, but
met Rob’s eyes. “I want to tell you a story, about me.” “Mulder, are you sure?” Mulder ignored her. Rob
looked confused, but nodded. “When I was twelve years old and my sister,
Samantha, was eight, my parents left me in charge and went next door to play
cards with the neighbors. They’d done it before, it was no big deal. We were
watching TV and playing a game. When she changed the channel, the power went
out. I yelled at her as if it was her fault, but of course it wasn’t. Then the
room started shaking, like an earthquake. Things fell over and broke. She
started yelling my name. I saw her, she was, she was floating in the air. I
ran to the bookcase because my father kept a gun on the top shelf. I threw the
box to the floor and it broke open. I remember being over the gun, then, then I
woke up in the hospital three days later.” Rob just looked at him for
a long moment. “Are you bullshitting me?” “No. That’s what
happened. I swear.” Mulder looked over at Dana. She nodded. “I have a story too, Rob.
It happened before Mulder’s story. I was only five. . . “ ***** He sat staring at them for
a long time. “Your sister came back,” he said to Dana. She nodded. “But yours
never did,” Rob sighed, looking back at Mulder. “She hasn’t yet,” Mulder
said quietly. Dana reached out for him
and Mulder squeezed her hand, then turned back to Rob. “Your mother says you’ve
quit baseball and basketball.” Rob shrugged. “Everyone
treats me different now. No one asks, but they all wonder if I killed her and
hid her body. It’s not fun anymore.” Dana nodded. “But your
grades have improved.” Again, Rob shrugged. “Are you studying a lot
more now?” “No. Not really.” “You have a good memory?”
Dana asked. “A great one. I remember
everything . . . except that night.” Dana asked quietly, “Rob,
was your memory this good before that night?” She felt Mulder’s head swivel
toward her, but she kept looking at the boy. He blinked, thinking
back. “No, no it wasn’t. I didn’t think about it; it feels like it was always
. . . but it wasn’t.” He looked over at Mulder, whose expression was carefully
blank. “Mulder?” She drew him
back, again reaching for his hand. Mulder stood silently for
a moment before he faced her, stunned. “He’s right. It happened then. I never
even . . . “ “Dr. Scully? What about
you?” “No. My memory isn’t as
good as yours and Mulder’s. The experience was different for me. Missy is back
and I was a lot younger. Maybe it’s not the same thing.” “What about our health,
Dana?” Mulder turned to Rob again. “Have you been sick since Betsy was taken?
Sniffles, anything?” Rob shook his head. “I’m
real healthy.” They were all three quiet
for a moment then, taking it all in. Rob looked over at Mulder
finally. “What about the baby?” Mulder tensed, but it was
Dana who spoke. “How did you know I was going to have a baby?” He thought about it for
moment, then shrugged. “I just knew.” She turned to Mulder.
“Just like you.” He nodded slowly, then
looked back at Rob. “What about it?” “Well, won’t it be like
us, you know with a great memory and, you think we’re extra healthy. Since you
were both . . . changed, won’t it be as well?” “I . . . I guess it could,
couldn’t it?” A non-committal answer, but both adults had been caught off guard
by the question. Mulder was deep in thought. “What does your father do, Rob?” The boy blinked at the
subject change, but went along. “He owns a big electronics company. He travels
all over the world.” “You don’t get to see him
much?” Dana asked. Rob shrugged. “That’s not
much different. He was always gone a lot.” “Rob, we need to keep this
quiet,” Mulder said suddenly. “Don’t mention that we were here to him, or our
names. Do you have a computer?” “Yeah, a good one.” “How about an email
account?” The boy nodded and Mulder pulled a card from his pocket. He
scribbled something on the back and handed it to Rob. “This is my private email
address and my cell phone number. We may need to be in touch without letting
other people know.” Rob nodded and asked, “So
what are we going to do?” Both of the adults turned to look at the boy. “Do?” Dana asked. “Well, we have to do
something, right?” She caught the smile
growing on Mulder’s face. Mulder grinned full out then, dispelling some of the
tension in the room. “I’m very glad to have met you, Rob.” The boy beamed and Dana
managed a smile as well. The tap on the door startled them, and Gloria opened
the door. “Can I get you anything?” It was Mulder who
responded. “Thanks, but no. We need to be headed back to DC.” He rose from
his chair. “I appreciate you letting us speak with Rob.” “Thank you, for continuing
to look for Betsy.” Mulder took Dana’s hand,
helped her up from the couch, and turned her toward the door. Rob followed. At
the front door, Mulder stepped over to Rob as Dana said her goodbyes to Gloria.
“Try out for the swim team. You’re competing against yourself in that and maybe
long distance running for track. I did pretty well in both.” Rob grinned and nodded;
the precious card in his hand. Mulder walked Dana to the
car, but stopped her before she rounded it. “Why don’t I drive?” “You can’t drive with one
arm.” “Can you drive?” She didn’t meet his eyes,
but stepped away and let herself into the car. He made no comment, letting
himself into the car as well. He fumbled with the seatbelt, but she reached
over and took it from him. She buckled it, then took hold of the steering
wheel. “Dana?” “Do you think something’s
wrong with the baby?” She wouldn’t look at him. “No, I’ve told you
before. I think something’s right with our baby.” She looked over surprised. “We should go. We don’t
need Gloria wondering why we’re sitting here in front of her house.” She nodded and pulled
out. She drove quickly to the highway, but after a few miles of watching her,
Mulder pointed to the next exit. “Get off there.” “What?” “Please. Just exit.” “Are you hungry?” “Right here. Thanks.” He
directed her toward a chain restaurant and she pulled into the driveway. “Keep
going, over there.” She realized he was
motioning toward the motel on the same service road. “Why do you want to stop?
We can be home in a couple of hours.” “Because I don’t want you
driving for a couple of hours right now and you aren’t comfortable with me
driving. Let’s just get a room. It would be dark by the time we got back to DC
anyway.” She looked at him for a
moment, but didn’t argue. He exited the car and after a minute, she followed.
He got one room, with a king-size bed and led her to the elevator. He swiped the card and let
her precede him into the room. “I want you to stretch out and put your feet
up.” “I don’t need - “ “You don’t need the stress
I’ve put you under lately. I want you to relax. The books say - “ “The books? What books?” He looked slightly abashed
then. “I, uh, well I wanted to know what was going on with you, so I got
on-line and . . .” “Thank you,” she said
simply and let him put a pillow under her knees after slipping off her shoes.
She just watched him as he took a seat beside her on the bed. “Talk to me, Dana.” “I don’t know what to
say.” “Tell me what you’re
feeling.” “Scared.” He nodded. “You haven’t
had an ultrasound yet, have you?” She shook her head. “Is there anyone at the
clinic that could do that? Does the clinic have the equipment?” “Yes. I could ask
Sherrie. I need to tell her I’m pregnant anyway.” “You haven’t told anyone?” “No. I didn’t want to
bring it up at a job interview, and I was alone then. Now that I know you, you
really are with me - “ “You should never have
doubted that.” Her lips curved in a tiny
smile. “I didn’t know. I hope you realize I was completely stunned by the turn
of events.” “Events? The baby or . .
. “ “Everything.” She scooted
over, giving him more room and got comfortable. “Why were you asking about
Rob’s father?” “I,” he sighed, “I’ve
suspected for awhile that my father might have been involved in Samantha’s
disappearance. I haven’t been able to prove it, but Rob’s father - his wealth,
his international connections - it just reminds me too much of my life.
Coincidence? I don’t know. If someone, some humans were in cahoots,” he
grinned at his choice of words, ”with aliens . . . “ “Why do you think your
father was involved?” “I didn’t for a long
time. I thought he blamed me, and I thought he was right.” “Oh Mulder, you were a
child.” He shrugged. “I know that
now, at least intellectually. I thought I was the reason his drinking got
worse, he became more distant . . . the divorce. It wasn’t until I got to the
FBI that I got to look at the records.” “What was there?” “The case wasn’t handled
by the book. It was barely handled at all. There was never a real search for
my sister. Dad worked for the State Department, he should have had the best. I
know, everyone is equal, but he fell into that class of people who are more
equal than others. He had to have asked that the Bureau handle it that way, or
someone at the Bureau knew what happened and slid it under a rug.” “You, you’re talking a
conspiracy here.” He nodded. “And Rob’s
father would fit into the class of people that would be in a global conspiracy.
I have sources now that, well I’m checking into things.” “That’s who you were
meeting at the diner, the day we saw each other.” He hesitated a moment.
“Yes. But we stopped here to relax. We don’t have to talk about this now. I
want you to close your eyes. I’ll get us something to eat later.” She gave him a sad smile,
but did as he bade. There’s was nothing they could do right now. ***** Simple Choices - Part 6 Sherrie turned the screen
so that they could see the child. “See, here’s the head, the spine.” She ran
her finger down the backbone. “Since you’re sure about the conception date, I’d
say this little one is right on schedule; textbook really. We can’t see the sex
right now, but we’ll have other opportunities.” She smiled at her friend, then
looked over at Mulder. His mouth was fallen open and his grip on Dana’s hand
was tight. Without another word
Sherrie slipped the wand back into the machine and hit the eject button from the
VCR. She handed the tape to him. Dana had to look away from the look in his
eyes, blinking back tears herself. The strong rapid heartbeat had soothed most
of her fears. “There’s just one little
thing I want to mention and since you’re a doctor, you’ll understand the
implications. Your blood pressure is on the high side. We’re going to want to
keep an eye on that. It’s not dangerously so, but I wanted to give you a heads
up.” Mulder had frozen at her
words, then looked immediately over at Dana for clarification or reassurance.
She merely nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on that.” “Okay, let me know if you
have any questions, Dana. We can set up regular appointments tomorrow when
Carol’s here.” “Thanks again, for coming
in like this.” “I was already coming in,
paperwork. This is a lot more fun.” Sherrie watched as this man helped Dana to
her feet. It didn’t look like she’d have to worry about her new friend, with
him in the picture. Mulder led her to the car
and seated her, then got in himself. She reached for the tape and he released
it to her. “Mulder?” He looked down at his
hands. “I don’t know what to say. I’m blown away.” She gave him a trembling
smile. “Me too.” “Are you okay? I mean,
that blood pressure thing.” “It’s something I need to
keep an eye on. It’s not dangerous at this point. Don’t worry. I will look
after myself.” “And I’ll be making sure
that you do,” he leaned over and kissed her ***** He let himself into the
apartment. He was running a little late, and glad to be there. He spotted her
purse on the table, but he didn’t see her. He headed into the bedroom and met
her coming out of the bathroom. “Hi Honey, I’m home,” he
quipped. She gave him a small smile
but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What?” he asked quickly. She looked up at him,
blinking. “What’s wrong?” he tried
again. She sighed and looked down
at her hands. “I have to go down to Dillwyn, Virginia tomorrow.” “Buckingham Prison? Why?” “I have to see Ethan.
There are some papers that still need signing. His attorney called my office
today. Saturday’s are visiting days, so he put my name on the list.” “I don’t want you to go.” “That makes two of us.
But if this will speed things up . . . “ She shrugged. “It’ll take us at least a
couple of hours to get down there.” “Us?” “Us,” he said firmly,
drawing her into his embrace. She came willingly, leaning on him. ***** They were signed in and
Mulder’s gun was confiscated. Then they were escorted to the visitor’s room.
It was painted institutional green, with well worn linoleum on the floor. No
windows and the fluorescent lights glared. The tables were small, most of them
only for two and well spaced both for privacy and to ensure the guards had a
clear path in case of emergency. Mulder led her to a table
and seated her, but then retreated to the other side of the room, near the
door. She turned to assure herself he was there, even though she could feel
him, as the door opened. One by one, the inmates
were led in and taken to the small tables where visitors waited. Ethan was the
fourth to be led in. He spotted Dana and smiled at her as he slipped into the
seat opposite her. Mulder tensed, but remained at his post near the door. “Thanks for coming, Dana.
I really needed to see you, to explain why I need you to take care of my
business.” She marveled at his
attitude. It was as though he thought they had parted as friends. He really
expected her to help him? “Things are getting messed
up, my orders aren’t being followed. The house is for sale and my car. I
didn’t authorize any of that.” He continued. “I did,” she said calmly. The smile evaporated from
his face. “You did? Why the hell are you - “ “They were in my name too,
Ethan.” “I didn’t realize you were
that greedy,” his voice was frosty now. “I thought you at least would - “ “All of the money is being
placed in trust for Robin, for her therapy,” she continued as though he hadn’t
spoken. “Therapy? Why? Robin is
fine,” he protested immediately. “Fine? You’ve raped her
since she was ten years old. I can only hope that some day she really will be -
“ “I didn’t rape her!” He
whispered forcefully, then looked around, but the guards weren’t paying
attention. He grabbed her wrist pulling her toward him. Before she could even
struggle, Mulder was moving. He was a blur, moving before the guards were even
aware there was a problem. Mulder’s hand clamped down
on his shoulder. There would be bruise marks there tomorrow. “Let her go or
lose the hand.” His voice too was low, but the intensity convinced Ethan it
would be in his best interest to obey. Three guards had now converged on the
table and cuffs were slapped around Ethan’s wrists. Mulder had his arm around
Dana then and led her toward the door. “Dana, I’m sorry! I just need - “ Ethan
shut up at the look Mulder shot him. Dana didn’t turn at the sound of his
voice, allowing Mulder to get her out of there. Mulder seated her near the
guard’s desk and quickly retrieved his weapon. Then he led her to the car and
opened the door for her. Instead of taking her seat, she leaned against him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, taking her in his arms. She let him hold her for a
minute. “I’m fine, Mulder. Could we just - “ “Yeah, let’s get out of
here.” He seated her and shut the door, then rounded to his side and pulled out
heading north. After a few moments, he glanced over at her and took hold of her
hand. He kept his eyes on the road, but brought her hand to his lips, then
rested it on his thigh, covering her hand with his own. “I need something from
you, Dana.” She looked over at him,
letting her hand squeeze his thigh. “What?” “The truth. How are you?” She looked away and he
caught her hand as she started to withdraw it. “I’m . . . I don’t know. Just
looking at him . . . when he touched me I felt dirty.” Mulder felt her shiver,
then felt her body tense. “Dana?” “I, it was a cramp. I’m
okay.” She sounded breathless to him. “You’re cramping?” “Just a little.” “I’ll find a hospital - “ “No. Let’s just go home,
away from here.” He hesitated. They could
be home by lunch time, but . . . “Recline your seat.” She did without protest,
then took back his hand. He was aware of her grip tightening around his hand
and though he kept quiet, he kept his eye on the time intervals. He pressed his
foot more firmly against the accelerator. They arrived home in
minimal time. Her cramping hadn’t stopped but it hadn’t increased either. His
arm was firmly around her as he helped her into the building. He took her
straight into the bedroom and made her comfortable, removing her jacket and her
shoes. “I’m going to call
Sherrie.” “Please, just lay here a
few minutes with me.” He nodded and lost no time
toeing off his own shoes as he shed his coat. He curled around her with his
hand resting gently on her stomach. The position was familiar now from waking
up next to her each morning. He felt her relax against him. “How are you
feeling?” “Better now. I’m glad
we’re home.” “I still think we need to
call Sherrie.” “I know. In a little
while, if the cramping continues.” He didn’t argue with her,
just holding her close. He relaxed as well when she fell asleep. She hadn’t
tensed up since he’d taken her into his arms. When she was fully asleep,
he carefully rose from the bed and watched her for a moment. When she didn’t
wake, he stepped quietly into the living room, leaving the door open. He dialed
the number for Sherrie from memory. “Sherrie, it’s Fox
Mulder. I’m sorry to bother you at home, but - “ “Is it Dana? Is there a
problem?” “She was cramping. We
were down in Virginia. She had us drive home and she’s lying down now, asleep.” “Any bleeding?” He hesitated. “She didn’t
mention any.” “Okay. I’m sure she would
have. What were you doing?” “Uh, it was stressful,” he
evaded. “That’s not what she
needs, Mulder.” “I know. It won’t happen
again.” “Okay, let her rest for
now. Keep an eye on her. When she wakes up have her call me.” “Shouldn’t she be in a
hospital?” “If it continues, or
increases that’s a possibility. For now, just let her rest. And don’t hesitate
to call me back, Mulder.” “Thanks, Sherrie.” He
didn’t sound reassured. For something to do he finally put some tea on to steep
and put together some lunch for when she woke up. Then he logged onto his
computer. He couldn’t keep his mind on any of his cases, and finally returned
to the bedroom. She was still sound asleep and had rolled over, burrowing her
face into his pillow. He stood there just watching her, marveling once more
that she was here with him. He had to keep her safe,
keep both of them safe. That meant keeping Ethan out of her life. An idea came
to him and turned back to make some phone calls. ***** He was gone less than an
hour. He’d made sure she ate when she woke, then settled her on the couch and
brought her everything he thought she might need. She smiled indulgently at
him, but promised she would stay there while he ran his errand. “Hi, how are you feeling?”
He dropped his coat, keeping some papers in his hand. She was sitting on the
couch with her feet up, reading. He approached her quickly and took a seat next
to her. “Good. Did you get your
errand done?” “Yeah. No more cramping?” “None. I just needed to
relax. You take very good care of me.” “I hope so. I, uh, I did
something. I hope you, I hope I didn’t overstep.” “What did you do?” She
looked at him. He didn’t smile, but handed her a file. She took it but didn’t
open it. “Mulder?” “It’s your divorce papers,
signed.” She just stared at him.
“Signed? It’s Saturday, how did you - “ “The judge owed me a
favor.” She was silent for a
moment. “Favor?” He did smile then. “He’s
the judge that signed my divorce papers. Believe me, he owed me.” She opened her mouth, but
then closed it. Maybe this was something she didn’t want to know right now.
“Is it legal?” He nodded. “I’m free of him?” “You’re free. After this
morning . . . “ She nodded then, that
didn’t need any more explanation. “You did that for me?” “For you and for me. You
don’t have to ever see or talk to him again. Screw his lawyer and his
‘papers’.” Her smile grew. Then her
eyes widened and her hand came up to her stomach. He froze for an instant.
“Dana? Did it start - “ She shook her head. “Dana?” his voice rose
slightly. “Ssh, just a minute.” She
had gone inside herself and his spirits sank like a stone. Then she looked up
at him and her smile grew. “I think I’m feeling him move.” He gaped at her, then his
hand covered hers. He didn’t speak. “It’s within the
parameters, maybe a little early, but any child of yours in going to be premium
size.” She smiled at his expression, then turned her hand to hold his.
“Breathe.” He looked a little
embarrassed at that, drawing her to him. “He?” “Well, ‘it’ sounds a
little rude to me. Do you want a boy?” Again, his mouth opened
but no words came. Instead, he tucked her up against him and rested his chin on
her head. “I don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl.” His hands caressed her
arms. “Dana, I never thought about children; at least not my children. They
were an abstract concept, and not something that had anything to do with me.
I’m not . . . I know nothing about families, or parenting. The first time I
ever considered it was when I saw you in that diner.” She caught his hands and
squeezed them. “I still don’t know how I
knew you were pregnant, but I knew it was mine.” She could hear the humor in his
voice. “For the first time, I wanted a child. I wanted the child to be mine.
It blew me away. It was a totally new . . . concept for me.” He kissed the
top of her head. He felt the tear drop onto his hand. “Dana?” “You were furious with
me.” “No, not at you. I was .
. . “ he sighed. “I had spent weeks thinking about you. I never quit wanting
you, hell I ached for you. Then you were there and you hadn’t called. I
understand now, but seeing you and then realizing you were carrying my child, I
was rocked.” “I wasn’t coming to that
diner that day. I walked from the clinic, but I actually started out in the
other direction. Something made me turn around and go there.” She couldn’t see his face
from her position, but she felt his arm tighten around her. She smiled when she
felt him nibble on her ear and shivered slightly when he started placing tiny
kisses down her neck. Things had progressed
further when the phone ringing startled them. He groaned, but reached for it.
“Hello?” “Mr. Mulder? Is she
okay?” “Rob?” “Yeah. Is she okay?” Mulder looked down at
Dana, sprawled atop him.. “Yes. She’s feeling better. Uh, how did you - “ “I just, what was wrong?
Was it the baby? Is it okay?” “Yeah, it seems to be.
She hasn’t been to the doctor, but the cramping has stopped.” “Mulder? Who is that?”
her voice showed her fear. “It’s Rob. He was worried
about you.” Her eyes widened and she reached for the phone. He handed it to
her and sat up a little straighter beside her, needing to be close to her. “Rob?” “Are you really okay?” “Yes. Thank you for
calling.” “I would have called
sooner, but I wanted to wait until I was alone.” “Thank you,” she said
softly. She handed the phone back to Mulder. She couldn’t handle the questions
that came to her. Mulder took the phone but
he was watching her. It was like he could feel her blood pressure rise from the
additional stress. Damn it, they had both been well on their way to real
relaxation. “Rob, I need to - “ “I know you have to go,
but I’ve found three others. Well four.” “Four what?” Mulder asked
quickly. He wanted to hang up but the boy’s excitement held him. “Guys like you and me.
Ones whose brothers or sisters were taken.” Mulder was stunned silent
for a moment. Four others? It had never occurred to him to even look for other
siblings. “How, how did you find them?” His attention was back on Rob now. He
felt Dana’s hand on his arm and turned to her. His arm went back around her and
he pulled her close. “I was, uh, searching on
the computer.” “Hacking?” Mulder sounded
as surprised as he felt. “Well, yeah. I figured we
needed the information.” Mulder looked back over at
Dana, she met his eyes. Her look was pleading; she needed stability, not more
of this strangeness. “I’ll call you back.” “I didn’t mean to upset
her.” How had Rob picked up on
that? “I just need to check on her. I’ll call - “ “Mulder, I’m okay,” she
reassured him, cuddling in. “Go ahead. You, we need this information.” He gave her a long look,
then kissed her brow. He brought the phone back to his ear. “Tell me what you
found. Did you say four?” “Yeah.” “Do you have names?” “Sure do. Roger Austin,
he’s in prison in Virginia. Stephen Stoner, he’s at Yale, and Chuck Wallace.
He’s in high school in Boston.” “You said four.” “Carson Nelson. He’s
dead.” “Dead? How did he die?” “Suicide.” Mulder was silent for a
long moment. “It sounds like they go down in age from me to you.” “Right.” “Where did Carson fit in?” “Between Roger and
Stephen.” Mulder looked back over at
Dana, but she seemed okay for now. “Could you send me an email with all your
information?” “Sure. Are you going to
check them out?” “I don’t know yet. I need
to see the information.” “It’ll be there in a few
minutes. Let me know what else you need, and look after Dr. Scully.” “I promise. Rob, thank
you.” “Gotta go. Later!” Rob
was gone then and Mulder placed the phone on the table. They sat silently for a
few minutes, then she pulled away from him, straightening up. “Go check your
email.” He started to protest, but
she was right. He rose and lifted her feet back to the coffee table. He
grinned at her expression, then moved over to his computer. By the time the
computer logged on, the email was there. He opened it quickly and began
reading. At her indrawn breath he
looked up. He hadn’t realized she had joined him, reading over his shoulder.
“Roger Austin’s in Buckingham? We could have seen him today. We have to - “ “No,” his voice was firm.
“You are not going near any prisons for the foreseeable future.” She opened her mouth to
protest, but he shook his head. “Dana, you have other
priorities. You don’t know how caveman I can be,” he warned, reaching up and
caressing her cheek. “I need to know what you
find.” He nodded. “You do, but
from a distance. What happened earlier, the cramping, could have been much
worse. Please, you need to take it easy. You know Sherrie agrees with me.” “Mulder, I have to -” He
pulled her down on his lap and his lips found hers again. ***** Simple Choices - Part 7 He’d gotten her to go on
to bed, and he’d lay with her until she fell asleep. Actually he was loath to
leave her, his hand resting gently on her stomach. He couldn’t feel that tiny
flutter she had felt, but soon he would. He hadn’t lied to her.
Having a child had never been part of his plan. He had thought he would spend
his life searching for his sister, trying to find out more about the global
conspiracy that had shaped his life. He glanced toward the
living room. As comfortable as he was, he knew she was sound asleep and he
needed to check out his email. He took another sniff of her soft, fragrant
hair, then carefully eased himself out of the bed. Mulder pulled up his email
from Rob and quickly saved the information on a disk, then returned to the
screen. For a place to start, he read the information Rob had sent on Roger
Austin. It was a little odd that he was in the same prison where Ethan was
incarcerated, but lately everything in his life had been a little odd. He
smiled and looked back toward the bedroom. Odd and wonderful. He was able to pull up
Austin’s record, and began studying his file. A course on anger management
wouldn’t be a bad idea. Assault after assault dotted his record; he’d nearly
killed a couple of guys for no better reason than they had pissed him off. Some
petty theft showed, but there was definitely family money. Apparently he’d
stolen just because he felt like it. His family had to have hired the attorneys
listed on his sheet; these guys were not cheap. Mulder finally found
Austin’s mug shot and sat studying it. He had shaved his head and had dark
eyes. His nose had obviously been broken numerous times as well as his jaw.
Some orthodontics wouldn’t hurt. He’d obviously had some jail house dentistry. He should be able to get
more information from the databases at work. He put that one aside and began
looking at Carson Nelson. ***** He looked up when he felt
her behind him. He peered up at her sheepishly. “Sorry, I just couldn’t - “ “Wait to check it out. I
understand,” she smiled. “But it was getting lonely in there. The kid and I
don’t take up the whole bed.” “’The kid’ and you aren’t
going to take up the whole bed no matter how big you get. I sleep wherever you
are.” Her smile grew. “Did I
tell you I talked to Sherrie?” “Tonight? When? Are you
okay?” “I’m fine, Mulder. I
wanted to ask if I really could be feeling movement.” “And?” His hand rested on
her belly as he looked up at her from his chair. “And she said yes, and
that it was a very good sign.” Mulder’s eyes lightened.
“Excellent.” She nodded. “That’s what
I thought.” She let a finger run down his cheek and down to his collarbone.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Uh, Dana . . . “ “Yes?” “You, uh, you better not -
“ “Not what?” He couldn’t
see her face now, but her tone was . . . lighter. “Anytime you touch me is
dangerous.” “Dangerous?” “I’m trying to be good,
but I’ve never quit wanting you. You shouldn’t - “ “Turns out, I’m not
married anymore, Mulder.” He looked up then,
startled. “What, uh, what . . . “ “Come to bed, Mulder.” His eyes widened and his
hand reached to shut down the computer without even looking back at it. He rose
from the chair, looming over her. She couldn’t stop the smile that grew on her
face. She took his hand and turned toward the bedroom. At the bed she turned and
looked up at him. The expression on his face caused her smile to fade. This
man loved her. Her, her ‘husband’ had never looked at her like that.
“M-Mulder?” His hand cupped her
cheek. “It’s been a long time.” She nodded. “Are, are you sure?” She relaxed then and a
slight smile returned to her face. “Yes.” He returned her smile. It
grew as she reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He obligingly lifted his arms
to assist her in its removal. Her hands lightly rubbed the hair on his chest,
following it down to the small line that ran below his waistband. He watched,
his breathing shallow. He caught her hand as she started to dip below his
jeans. “It’s okay, for us to . . . “ She nodded. He leaned
down slowly and took her lips with his. Her arms twined around his neck. When
they broke the kiss, he lifted her gown over her head and she stood before him
nude. His eyes devoured her. Evidence of her pregnancy
was before him. Her breasts were fuller, her nipples larger and a deeper rose
than in his memory. Her belly was rounded and her waist thicker. The reality
of their child hit him again. His lips took hers again and he lowered her to
the bed. ***** He’d made it to Princeton
in a little over two hours. At least he hadn’t been pulled over, but he didn’t
want to be away from Dana overnight. She seemed to be doing much better with
Ethan formally out of her life; and Mulder himself in that place instead. Ethan
hadn’t attempted to contact her since that day. Mulder followed the signs
to the alumni office. Nice digs, but Princeton would have that. Oxford did
too. He moved toward the front desk and smiled at the young woman sitting
there. He noted the attention he received, the flip of the hair, the slight
arch to the back. Was there a time he would have been interested? It was
before Dana obviously. “I’m looking for some
information about one of your former students. Is this the right place?” “That depends. We don’t
give out personal information,” she sounded as though she was teasing him,
testing the waters to see if he was interested. Instead he pulled out his
shield. “This student is deceased.” She drew back slightly,
focused now on the badge. “Murdered?” “No. His name was Carson
Nelson. Could you check that for me?” “No. He would be in his
late twenties.” “Oh, I, I didn’t realize .
. . “ “What?” Mulder moved
around behind her to look over her shoulder. He jerked back at the picture on
the screen. It was him, ten years or so younger, but him. “Could, could I have
a copy of his transcript?” “I’m not supposed to - “
she looked up, but stopped. “Yeah, okay.” “What,” he was having
trouble forming words. “His major, what . . . “ “Uh, biology.” She handed
him the transcript with a hand that trembled slightly. “Do you show an advisor?
Where’s the biology building?” “I don’t have any
information about his advisor.” She pulled out a campus map. “Here’s the
biology building. You’re here.” She pointed to the two buildings. “Thanks.” He snatched up
the map and was out the door before she could say anything else. He lost no time making his
way to the biology building. There was no reception desk, so he scanned the
directory and headed for the department chair’s office. The young woman working
at the desk had violent pink hair and a stud in her nose. Princeton? If he
hadn’t been so consumed with what he had just seen he’d have laughed. “Is there someone here I
could speak with?” “Like who? Like a
professor or something? “ “May I help you?” An older
woman had entered the office. “I’m Dr. Batten.” “Thank you.” Mulder turned
away from the pink haired girl gratefully. “Are you, you look
familiar. Were you in my class?” “No ma’am.” He withdrew
his shield again. “FBI? Is there a
problem?” “Are you familiar with a
Carson Nelson?” “Of course, that’s who -
Are you related to him?” “No. I wasn’t aware of
our resemblance until a few minutes ago. Is there somewhere we can talk?” “Yes, of course. My
office.” She turned away and he followed her down the hall. She motioned to a
chair and took her seat behind the desk. “You didn’t know Carson?” “No. I’m trying to get
some information about him.” She nodded. “I worked
with him. He was brilliant. His research was incredible, the man never forgot
anything. We talked about graduate school. I wanted to take him on as my
student.” “His suicide - “ She shook her head. “That
was tragic. It should never have happened.” “Could you tell me about
it?” “Not really. Oh, there
were rumors, something about a woman he was seeing, but I don’t believe that was
it. I’m not saying it didn’t contribute, but . . . He was a lonely boy, man.”
She shook her head. “Did he live on campus?” “Yes, I believe so. Yes,
he mentioned a roommate.” “Do you remember his
name?” Mulder sat forward quickly. “Oh goodness, it’s been
years. Let me make a phone call. I have a friend in housing.” He nodded and sat back.
His cell phone rang as he waited for Dr. Batten. He answered quickly. “Mulder.” “What’s wrong?” “Dana, nothing. I’m sorry
I upset you. I’m getting information about Nelson and it caught me off guard.” “What?” “Baby, please, let me find
out what’s going on. I promise I will tell you everything I find out, but
please promise me you won’t worry while I’m gone. I’ll be home tonight and you
and I can go over what I found out. I want your input, but you cannot dwell on
this now. I am fine. You have to look after yourself.” “You are okay?” “Yes, Dana. The
information I’m getting surprised me, but I am fine.” “Will you call me, when
you’re on your way home?” “Promise. Are you at
work?” “Yes.” “Make sure Sherrie takes a
look at you before you head home.” “Mulder - “ “Do it for me. I’m going
to need your input on this information, so I need you to take care of yourself.” “Be careful.” He smiled, soothed by her
voice. “I will be. I want to be home with you.” “Bye.” She hung up. He
didn’t say goodbye and she had gotten used to that. He took a deep breath and
slipped his phone back into his jacket pocket. He looked back over at Dr.
Batten. She was scribbling something on a pad, then hung up. “His roommate was Chad
Boseman. My friend is checking with Alumni Affairs to see if we have a current
address.” “Thank you.” “May I ask why you’re
investigating Carson at this late date?” “I’m looking into the
disappearance of his sister.” The older woman’s eyes
closed for an instant, then she nodded. “I heard about that after he was gone.
He never spoke of her, but it explained some of his distance. He was a loner,
maybe that’s why he was so good at research. He was used to not having people
around.” “What did you hear about
it?” “Not much. Just that it
happened when he was a child. I felt so sorry for his parents, losing both of
their children.” She looked over at her phone as it rang. “Yes? Thanks Gloria.
Yes, I’ll give you a call.” She hung up and looked over at Mulder. “The last
address we have for Mr. Boseman is Washington, DC.” For the first time Mulder
grinned. Almost too good to be true. He took the slip of paper she handed him
and thanked her. He needed to get home. If Dana had picked up on his shock, he
needed to get home to her. ***** She met him at the door,
but before she could ask any questions, his lips covered hers. When they broke
for air, she couldn’t remember her question. He turned her toward the couch and
sat beside her. “What did Sherrie say?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m
fine. You cured me.” “I - “ his voice broke off
when her hand came to rest on his thigh and began moving up. She nodded. “You
‘relaxed’ me.” He swallowed hard. The
blood flow to his brain seemed to be diminishing rapidly. “I thought women
being insatiable during their second trimester was an old wives tale.” She shook her head.
“There’re some pretty smart old wives out there.” She shoved him down onto the
leather and loosened his tie. ***** He looked down at her
sprawled across his body. She had fallen into one of her naps following their
lovemaking. He pulled the afghan down over them so she wouldn’t be too cool.
Feeling her warm body against his, he slipped into sleep as well. He woke to find her
standing beside the couch. She was watching him with a smile on her face as she
picked up his suit coat from where it had dropped earlier. At the sound of the
paper crackling in the inside pocket she stopped and pulled it out.
Remembering, his hand went out to stop her, but it was too late. She draped the
coat over the coffee table and unfolded the paper. It was a copy of the
photograph. “Where did you get this?
Is this you at Oxford?” She looked up and saw his expression. “What? What’s
wrong?” “Uh, that’s not me.” “It’s not?” She looked
back down at it. “That’s Carson Nelson.” She looked up at him then,
startled. “Carson - Are you kidding?” He shook his head. “This is what upset
you.” It wasn’t a question, so
he kept quiet. “Are you related to him?” “Not that I know of.” “Mulder, what’s going on?” He sighed then. “I don’t
know.” “Mulder - “ “I, could you look at
something?” “Sure.” He moved over to the
computer and booted it up. He held the chair for her, seating her in front of
the screen. He leaned over her and pulled up Austin’s mug shot. She hadn’t
seen this before and winced at the photograph. “At least I’m better looking
than one of them,” he quipped. “Mulder do you think - “ “Look at him.” Mulder
covered the man’s jaw and nose with one hand and his bald head with the other,
leaving basically only the eyes. Her gasp was his answer. “This man is five years
younger than me. Carson was ten.” She just watched him for a
moment. “You think they’re - “ “I haven’t decided what I
think yet. I spent the ride home not thinking about it.” “Because of me,” she said
softly. “Partly, yes. I didn’t
want you worrying, and I wanted to see if I could find a picture of Stephen and
Chuck.” “How can I help?” He relaxed then smiling.
“You already did.” ***** It took little time to
find Chad Boseman. He worked on the Hill for Senator Wymont. He had resisted
her accompanying him, but she had talked him around, pointing out that if she
saw his emotions, she would have the facts rather than over blowing it with
speculation. They waited outside of the
building and approached him when he left for lunch. “FBI?” Chad glanced at the
ID, then looked up at Mulder. “You - “ “Do I look familiar?” “Yeah, uh, yes.” “Remember Carson?” The younger man’s eyes
widened. “Are you, he didn’t have an older brother.” “Have you got a few
minutes?” “Oh sure,” he said. “I
was headed to lunch.” “If you don’t mind, we’ll
join you.” Mulder’s hand came up to Dana’s back. Chad glanced down at
Dana’s body. “The concourse is close.” “That’ll be fine,” Dana
said smiling. “Thank you.” Mulder insisted she take a
seat, to hold the table, while he got food for the two of them. The two men
joined her at the table. Chad took a bite of his gyro, savoring it a moment,
then turned to Mulder. “Did you want to ask me about Carson?” “Yes, and his sister.” “Jenny?” “What do you know about
her?” Mulder asked quickly. “Nothing really. I didn’t
know she existed until one night I needed a marker and Carson pointed to a
drawer and I opened the wrong one. There was this picture of a little girl and
I took it out. He was just frozen, you know? I asked who it was and he told me
her name. He was so freaked I asked if she was his daughter.” Chad chuckled
then at the memory. “Anyway, he told me she was his sister and had gone missing
years ago. I asked him why he had the picture stuck away in his desk and he
couldn’t come up with a reason, so after that she sat on his dresser. He didn’t
talk about her or anything but I think having her out there and not hidden in a
drawer made him feel better.” Mulder was staring off
into space. Dana took his hand, bringing him back to the present. He nodded and
squeezed her hand. “Were you friends?” Dana
asked, taking over the questioning. “Well, I guess so. I
mean, we were good roommates, but we didn’t hang out together. He was in the
labs a lot of the time. Maybe that’s why he was such a good roommate. He was
quiet, brilliant; I wished he could help me with my courses more than once, but
I was poly sci and he was pure scientist.” “Did he date much?” “No. He wasn’t social.
He could have dated. Hell, every woman I brought back to the room that got a
look at him . . . Well, you know.” He glanced at Mulder and grinned. Dana smiled and nodded.
Mulder glanced over at her puzzled. “I’ll explain later, Mulder,” Dana assured
him. “But he did get involved
with one woman,” Chad sighed. “He got in over his head, that’s for sure.” “What happened?” Dana
asked quickly. “She was older, more
‘experienced’. She just overwhelmed him. I’m not saying he was a virgin when
she went after him, but he was more innocent. Then Diana blew in and - “ “Diana?” Mulder
interrupted. “What was her last name?” “Uh,” Chad drew back from
the intensity emanating from the man suddenly. “Let me think. It’s been
years. She was tall, dark hair - “ “Fowley,” Mulder said
quietly. “Yeah, that’s it. Do you
know her?” “Apparently not,” was his
only comment. Dana looked over at him, but left it alone for now. “Do you know anything
about Carson’s research?” Dana asked, changing the subject. “Not really. Like I said,
I was poly sci; but it always sounded like science fiction to me. He was
reading articles about in-vitro fertilization and gene stuff, even cloning. It
was way beyond anything I could follow.” He took another bite of his lunch.
“I’m going to need to head back to the office. Is there anything else?” When Mulder didn’t speak,
Dana met Chad’s eyes. “This is a personal investigation, not FBI. We’d
appreciate it if you wouldn’t discuss this.” “Oh, yeah. I understand.
If you have any more questions, it’s okay to contact me.” Chad drew a card out
of his wallet and handed it to Dana. “Thank you. You’ve been a
big help,” Dana shook the young man’s hand as he rose from the table. Chad
looked over at Mulder one last time, then nodded goodbye to Dana and took his
trash to the bin before leaving them. “Mulder?” “Let’s go home.” She nodded and took the
hand he held out to her. ***** Simple Choices - Part 8 Mulder watched as the
guard led Austin towards the table. Now, face to face, he could see the
resemblance even with the scars. Austin took his seat and appraised the man in
front of him suspiciously. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes, thank you. I’m
Special Agent Fox Mulder. I don’t have a lot of time, so I’m going to cut to
the chase. Do you recognize me?” “Recognize? Why, did you
arrest me some time?” “No. How about this
picture?” Mulder laid a picture of Carson on the table between them. Austin’s eyes narrowed.
“This is you, younger.” Mulder shook his head.
“Try again. Look at the eyes.” The man shrugged. “He
looks familiar.” “How about this?” Mulder
put another picture on the table. The younger man’s eyes
narrowed at the sight of this picture. “Where did you get this?” “It’s not you.” “What do you mean it’s not
me? Then who it is?” “A young friend of mine.” Austin picked up the
picture of Carson again and looked at Mulder, then back at the picture of the
young boy. “What the hell’s going on here? Who are you really?” “What happened the night
your sister disappeared?” Mulder countered. Austin jerked back then, a
mixture of fury and fear on his face. “How the hell do you know about that?” “It happened to me and
him, and him.” Mulder pointed to the two pictures. “Since I didn’t have a
brother, and my parents divorced, I’d say we aren’t related. I’d say that none
of us are related, but . . . “ For a long moment Austin
looked at him. “Your sister was taken?” Mulder nodded. “And yours
and both of these guys.” “Why?” “I’m not sure. I didn’t
know about any of you until recently.” “Are there others?” “Yeah. I know of two.
I’m not sure I’m the oldest, but right now it looks that way.” “So if I’d stayed out of
trouble I’d look like you?” Mulder grinned then.
“Looks like it. When you get out we can work on that.” “If I get out.” “You’ve got a reason to
get out now. I need your help. We all need your help.” “My help?” “Don’t you want to know
what’s going on? Why all of us, why take our sisters?” “You don’t think I hurt
Megan?” “No, and I know I didn’t
hurt Samantha, and this boy didn’t hurt Sara.” “What about this guy?”
Austin pointed to Carson. “He’s dead. Suicide. He
was a biology major, brilliant. He may have learned something, I don’t know.” “You sure it was suicide?” “Not completely. This
investigation seems to have a lot of avenues.” “I can’t see myself
working with the FBI.” “This isn’t an FBI
investigation. This one’s personal,” Mulder responded. Austin looked at him for a
long moment. “I need to think about it.” Mulder nodded. “I
understand that. All I ask is that you keep this between us.” “Who the hell would I
tell?” “Tell me what happened
that night,” Mulder said quietly. “I don’t know. I’ve never
known and even if I did, why should I tell you? Okay, we look alike, but - “ “We more than look alike
and you know it. “But why should I believe
you? You’ve shown me pictures that you say are other people. I think
you’ll understand that I’m not in the habit of just believing FBI agents.” “I know about Megan.” Austin looked away for a
moment. “There was a time when a lot of people knew about it. The FBI even
looked for her.” “Not very well.” “What?” “I’ve seen the file. They
did a half-assed job looking for her just like they did for Samantha and Sara.
It was an exercise. I know, because Samantha is the reason I joined the damned
Bureau.” “You’re still looking into
it?” “What should I be doing?
Getting into barroom brawls, knocking over convenience stores . . . committing
suicide?” The younger man shrugged.
“I’m not giving you any DNA.” Mulder grinned. “Under
the circumstances I don’t blame you. But that is a good idea. Carson’s out of
the question, but I can get some from our youngest friend.” “Is he the youngest?” “I don’t know how to find
out until another sister is taken. That could be four years from now, unless we
stop it.” “We, kemo sabi?” “Hey, bro, who else would
I ask?” Mulder pushed back from the table. “All I can ask of you right now is
to think about it.” “Are you going to talk to
the others?” “Yeah.” Mulder rose to his
feet. “Will you let me know?” Mulder hesitated, then
nodded. “I need to get home. I’ll be in touch.” “Who is she?” Mulder’s head jerked up.
“Who?” “The woman you have to get
back to.” “What are you talking
about?” Mulder had stiffened and Austin leaned back to meet his eyes. “I’m not sure. But you
have to get home because of her.” After a moment Mulder
nodded. “Okay. Maybe we can talk
about her next time.” “I don’t think so,” Mulder
said, his voice harsh. “Hey, look, I’m sorry. It
just came to me, like she was part of all this.” “I’ll talk to you in a few
days.” Mulder turned away then, trying hard not to be disturbed by those
words. She would pick up on it and he didn’t want that. Once in the parking
lot, he took a couple of deep breaths, then pulled out his cell phone. “Mulder?” She didn’t
bother with hello. “Are you okay?” “I’m good. Austin is one
of us.” “I know. Are you coming
home now?” “Yes. I want to hold
you.” She chuckled. “You
haven’t been gone but a few hours.” “That’s right, hours.”
He paused, then. “Did you ever take a sample of Rob’s DNA?” “DNA? No, why?” “Just trying to figure out
what’s going on.” “Mulder, you’re close, why
don’t you take the long way home and go by there.” “I don’t want his mother
to know.” “Okay. I can contact him;
see if he can meet you after school.” “That’ll make me late
getting home.” “I’ll save you a place in
the bed.” “You better. You’ll be
okay?” “I’ll be fine. I’ll call
you after I get in touch with Rob. And don’t speed home. You don’t want to get
pulled.” “Pulled? Remember, I’m a
G-man, they wouldn’t dare.” “Don’t push it.” ***** He pulled into the parking
lot just as school was letting out. Scully had left a message on Rob’s phone
and he had called her back between classes. Mulder stayed in his car. Scully
had described what he was driving; Rob would be looking for him. He’d been waiting less
than five minutes when he spotted the boy coming towards him. Rob opened the
passenger door and slipped into the front seat beside him. “Hi. Dr. Scully said you
needed some DNA from me.” Mulder nodded. “Do you
mind?” “No. Did you go to the
prison?” “Yeah, did she tell you
that too?” “No, it just seemed like
that would be logical. At least you knew where he would be.” Mulder grinned. “I should
check in with you more often.” “So, how do we do this?” “I don’t carry around DNA
gathering equipment. I guess the best thing would be to take some of your hair
with the roots attached.” “Okay.” Rob reached up
and pulled several hairs from his head. Mulder found an old bank
envelope and Rob dropped the hairs into it. Mulder closed it up, folded it and
tucked it into his coat pocket. “What are you trying to
find?” “I don’t know, but our
resemblance, the others . . . It’s not a coincidence.” Rob nodded. “Will you let
me know what you find?” After a slight hesitation,
Mulder nodded. “If I can.” “You want to protect me.” “Yes.” Rob nodded. “Let me know
what you can. I gotta go or I’ll miss my bus.” “Thanks.” Rob shrugged and let
himself out of the car. ***** He beat her home by a few
minutes and met her at the door. “Are you okay?” She started to roll her
eyes, but he pulled her against him and she came willingly. “Tell me what you found.”
She led him to the couch. “Shouldn’t you eat?” “I am going to scream if
you don’t - “ But she saw that he was
grinning now. He pulled the envelope out of his pocket. “I have Rob’s hair.
We need to do a DNA test.” “Did you get Austin’s as
well?” He shook his head. “No,
and there was no way to compel it. It is part of this. After we get the
results from Rob - “ “Comparing it to yours?” He nodded. “Who do you trust to do
it?” “Uh, you.” “Me? I don’t do a lot of
this kind of thing.” “But you have.” “In school,” she
protested. “But you know the
procedure. Can you get what you need?” After a minute she nodded. ***** Mulder waited, standing
just outside of Stephen’s room. According to his class schedule, Stephen should
be here soon. Mulder had taken the chance that Stephen would come by his dorm
before going anywhere else. When the hall door opened
Mulder turned away from the message board on Stephen’s door and looked up.
Stephen stepped inside, then halted when he saw the man at his door. “May I
help you?” “I hope so. Are you
Stephen Stoner?” It wasn’t a question Mulder needed to ask, he was easily
recognizable. This was how he had looked when he arrived at Oxford. Well,
maybe a little more developed because of the competitive swimming, but still
lean, except for the nose. “Yes.” The young man was
looking at him now, curious. “Do I know you?” “We haven’t met. My name
is Fox Mulder.” He held out his ID for inspection. “FBI? What’s going on?” “Could we step into your
room?” “I don’t have a lot of
time. I’m supposed to meet some friends in a little while.” “This doesn’t have to take
long.” Stephen shrugged and took
out his key. “The place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting company.” Mulder grinned but made no
comment; just followed him inside. It wasn’t that bad. His apartment was often
worse, or had been before Dana moved in. Stephen moved the books
from the desk chair and motioned for Mulder to take a seat. Stephen sat on the
bed, facing him. “What is this about?” “I want to talk to you
about your brother.” Stephen’s face grew hard
and cold. “I have to go.” He rose in clear dismissal but Mulder didn’t move. “Then let me talk about
him. Let’s see, you were home alone, babysitting him. Your parents had gone
out, but probably in the neighborhood. With no warning the power died and
you’re in the dark. Then Kevin starts screaming.” All of the color had left
Stephen’s face and he sank back down onto the bed. “Who the hell are you?” “Fox Mulder.” Stephen’s eyes narrowed.
“That tells me nothing.” Mulder nodded and pulled
two photographs out of his coat pocket. “I’d like you to look at these
pictures.” He handed them over to Stephen. The younger man looked
down at them and Mulder watched his anger grow. “Where the fuck did you get
these pictures of me?” “They aren’t you, Steve.” “Stephen. The hell they
aren’t.” “I’m not lying to you.
This one is a young friend of mine, this one,” Mulder pointed to them, “is me.” Stephen’s lips moved but
he made no sound. Mulder sighed. “My sister, Samantha, was taken when I was
twelve. That was the scenario when she was taken. My friend’s sister was taken
last year, when he was twelve.” Stephen shook his head.
“Why are you doing this?” “So far I know of six of
us.” “S-six?” Mulder nodded. “Do you
still have to go?” “What is this?” “The truth, I don’t
know. But I want to find out.” Stephen studied him for a
long moment. “Talk to me.” “So far I’m the oldest.
There seems to be five years between each . . . abduction.” “Who else have you talked
to?” “I’d like this kept
between us.” After a moment Stephen
nodded. “Who would I tell?” “Your parents.” “No. I don’t volunteer
information to them.” Mulder made no comment,
silently agreeing with him. “I’ve met with Roger Austin, he follows me in
line. Samantha was taken November 27, 1973. His sister, Megan, was taken
October 7, 1978. Austin is in prison. He . . . he didn’t do well after what
happened.” “Prison, huh?” “Wrong crowd, his parents
divorced. Sound familiar?” Stephen’s eyes narrowed
again. “Who else?” “Next in line was Carson
Nelson. Jenny was taken in 1983.” “Where’s he?” Mulder looked down at his
hands, fingers entwined. “He didn’t do too well either.” “He’s in prison too?” “No, he committed
suicide.” Stephen’s jaw dropped
open. “Well, this is a fun conversation. So far our little group has a G-man,
a felon, a suicide and a couple of students.” “Three students actually.
There’s one five years younger than you.” “Jesus. What the hell are
you talking about?” “We’re linked. We’ve all
been through this experience and if I’m not mistaken, when your parents arrived
home they found you unconscious.” Stephen nodded. “Now you have an eidetic
memory.” Stephen’s eyes widened.
“How did you - “ “I have it too. All of us
do as far as I can tell. But we can’t remember that night.” Stephen rose then and
began to pace around the room. “Do you expect me to just buy this?” “I know it’s a lot to
absorb. What I need from you is a sample of your DNA.” “My DNA? You think we’re,
what, related?” Mulder spread his hands.
“Do you think all of these connections are coincidence? Do you think we just
happen to look like each other?” “I don’t have a clue what
to think. Tell me why I should believe any of this. All you have is a story
and a couple of pictures that you say are you and some kid.” “Yeah, it is pretty wild.
Your father, he’s an attorney with an international firm. My father worked for
the State Department. Austin’s grandfather, his mother’s father, was an
admiral.” “What about the guy that
offed himself?” “His father owns an
import/export company. He travels a lot.” They sat for several
minutes then. Mulder didn’t try to break the silence. Finally Stephen met his
eyes. “Why were they taken?” ***** Simple Choices - Part 9 “Why were they taken?” Mulder hesitated, then
shook his head. “I don’t know.” Stephen sank onto the bed. “Tell me what you
remember.” Mulder leaned toward him. “Nothing. I wasn’t
conscious when my parents got home.” “Do you normally have a
pretty good memory?” Mulder pressed. “Yeah, a perfect one.” “Was it always perfect?” Stephen’s eyes narrowed.
“Somehow I think you know the answer to that, but I don’t know how.” Mulder shrugged. “I lived
it.” “So what do you
remember?” “I didn’t remember
anything either.” Mulder leaned back, smiling slightly. “Didn’t? But you do now?”
Stephen picked up on the tense immediately. Stephen met his eyes. “I
volunteered for it when it happened, but I was discouraged.” “Your father.” “That’s right. How did,
oh yeah, you lived it.” “Close enough.” Mulder
shrugged. “So what did you
remember?” Mulder shook his head. “I
can’t tell you that.” “Why not?” “I’m not going to
influence you. If you do remember, I don’t want them to be my memories.” “How old were you, when
you were regressed? You said you went to Oxford, right?” Mulder nodded.
“There?” Stephen questioned. “No. I went to someone in
Washington. If you want to do this, I can get you the names of - “ “Yeah, I’d appreciate it.
I think it’s past time.” “Would you be in touch
with me afterward?” After a moment Stephen
nodded. “The one, the one that killed himself - “ “Carson.” “Yeah. Did you ever think
about, about doing that?” “Yeah, yeah I did,” Mulder
admitted. Stephen nodded. “You too?” “Everything fell apart.
Keith was gone, he’d been a pain, but he was my little brother and I hadn’t . .
.” “I know.” Mulder said
softly. “When did you, I mean . .
. “ “When it happened and the
thought has come up from time to time.” “Still?” Mulder shrugged. “I got a
divorce recently.” “Are any of us happily
married? Wait a minute, you - “ “What?” Mulder’s eyes
narrowed. What had he picked up? “You’re happily married
now, aren’t you?” He didn’t back down when Mulder failed to respond. “You’ve
found her.” “Found who?” “The woman we all look
for.” “Look for?” “The one that, that fits.
I’d decided there was no one like that out there for me.” “Don’t make that decision
yet. You’ve got time. Do you believe me?” “I’ll have to get back to
you on that.” “You might want to set up
an anonymous email. I don’t know if we’re safe. Something’s going on. If we
are ‘related’ it’s not naturally.” “You have a theory.”
Stephen tried to stifle his grin. “I do, but if you’re going
to have regression, I’d rather talk afterward.” “Are you that sure I’ll be
in touch?” Mulder smiled then and
nodded. “Yeah, I’m that sure. You’re smart, maybe as smart as me. It’s good
talking to you.” “Better than Roger?”
Stephen smiled then when Mulder chuckled. ***** “Why were they taken?” Mulder let that question
wash over him again as he drove toward home, toward her. That really was the
crux of the matter. He and Stephen had talked, bouncing ideas off of each
other. Stephen had never gone to meet with his friends, giving them a call,
then ordering a pizza. Mulder had been impressed with his questions, his
insights, though he had the impression that Stephen wasn’t entirely sure he
wasn’t full of shit. At least he’d been fascinated. One of the things that
Stephen had focused on was the fact that Carson was a biology major. Mulder
made a note to find out what his major project had been. Now he carried a few hairs
of this next younger brother with him back to Dana. He beat her home and had
the dinner he had picked up on the table when she got there. Her raised eyebrow
brought a smile to his face. “Come on, eat it while it’s still warm.” He took
her bag and turned her toward the table. “You know it’s hard to get low salt,
no MSG meals like this.” “That’s why I was planning
to cook,” she said dryly. She sat down in the chair he was holding for her and
let out a sigh as he seated himself. “But then you’re on your
feet,” he brushed it off as she took a bite and sighed her pleasure. “Things must have gone
well at Yale,” she offered him an opening. “I didn’t get any ‘danger, Will
Robinson’ alerts in my mind all day, or are you just getting better at hiding
things from me?” He grinned around a
mouthful of mu shu pork. “Actually, things went pretty smoothly. I’ve got some
of his hair for your testing.” She nodded, encouraging him to continue. “It’s
weird seeing myself at that age, and wishing I could give them the answers so
they don’t have to go through it.” “That never works, but I’m
glad you want to try. It shows me what a great father you’ll make.” He winked at her and they
chatted about more mundane things as they enjoyed their meal. When she rose
with her plate, he took it from her and placed in back on the table. “I’ll get
these. You should put your feet up.” “They aren’t that
swollen,” she protested, but he tugged her to the couch and sat beside her. He
removed her shoes and put her feet in his lap. He smiled at the moan she tried
to stifle when he started massaging them. “You’re spoiling me,
Mulder. I can’t - “ her eyes closed as he kneaded her instep and she just
leaned back and enjoyed it in silence. ***** She was waiting for him
the next night and met him at the door, envelope in hand. After a kiss for her
and a caress for the baby, she waggled the paper in front of him. “Lab results?” She nodded and pulled out
the information. “According to this, you and Rob are identical twins.” “We’re what?” “I know, I was thinking
brothers, but this . . . “ “Wait a minute, for
identical twins a fertilized egg has to split. You’re saying my egg split six
times and someone kept them on ice all these years?” “No, I’m not saying that,
but I admit I don’t know what else to say. It’ll be a couple of days before I
get Stephen’s results.” “You know what this
means,” he looked up from the report. “I need to find out if my parents are my
parents.” “Mulder - “ “It’s okay.” “But you know your mother
carried you and gave birth to you. We didn’t have the technology for IVF back
then.” “Yeah, and we don’t have
the technology for this now. I need to drive up to the Vineyard and see my
father.” “I want to come with you,”
she slipped her arms around him. “I want that too, but it’s
not going to happen.” “Mulder - “ “No way. I always want
you at my side, but I’m not going to expose you to my family. I don’t think
it’s safe and that’s more important than having you within arm’s reach.” She pressed her face
against his chest but didn’t argue. ***** Mulder pulled up to the
house and parked. He sat there for a minute, but that wasn’t helping, so he
took a steadying breath and got out. He rang the bell and waited. It wasn’t
long before he heard his father approaching the door. When it opened, Bill’s
surprise was not faked. “Fox? I wasn’t expecting
you. Come in.” Mulder shook hands with
the man and followed him inside. “Is, is everything okay?” “Yes. I was just in this
part of the state on a case and thought I’d stop by.” “That’s wonderful. Please
take a seat.” “I was wondering if we
could talk out on the patio.” “Oh, of course.” He
seemed slightly flustered, but again the older man led the way. He opened the
sliding door and motioned for Mulder to take a seat at the table. “Can I get
you anything? A drink, a beer?” “Some water would be
good.” Bill nodded and turned
back to the kitchen. When he returned with his drink and Mulder’s water there
was a small recorder on the table. “Are you planning to tape me?” Mulder shook his head and
turned on the machine. Classical music, Bach, filled the air. “I just thought
it would be nice to have music.” “And no one would be able
to hear our conversation.” Mulder shrugged. “I guess I taught you more
than I planned to.” “It’s alright. I do have
some news to share. You’re going to be a grandfather.” Mulder had been
watching him closely; he saw the flicker of fear before the man could hide it. “That’s wonderful Fox.
Are, are you going to marry her?” “Yes. We haven’t set a
date, but we’ll be getting married.” “Do I know her?” “No. You’ve never met
her,” was Mulder’s only comment. “What’s her name?” “Kathy, Kathy Minette.”
It was true, at least partially. Bill nodded. “I do have some
questions.” “Questions?” Bill took
another sip of his drink. Mulder could smell the whiskey from where he sat. “With a child coming, I
need some information about my family. I don’t remember you ever talking about
your parents, and I need to know if they had any health issues. You know, heart
problems, diabetes . . . “ Could the man look any more uncomfortable? He took
another long drink, avoiding Mulder’s question. “Did I meet them? Or did
they die before I was born?” “Uh, they died when you
were small. I’m not surprised you don’t remember them.” “How did they die?” “They were old, Fox. Just
age related illnesses. Are you going to speak with your mother?” Mulder flipped through a
notebook. “I have that information. Her father died of a heart attack when he
was only 57.” “You, you’ve already
talked with her.” “I really do need some
information, Dad. Do you have the dates of their deaths?” “I’ll have to look it up.
I could email you the information.” “Okay.” The man didn’t
remember when his parents died. He’d obviously caught him off guard, which had
been his plan, but how sad that he needed to come up with a story about this.
“Listen, could I use your loo?” “Of course.” He didn’t
watch as his son rose, leaving the music playing, and returned inside. Mulder made his way
quickly to the master bath, ignoring the half bath closer to the patio. He
didn’t see his father’s hair brush and after a quick look around the bathroom,
he grabbed up the toothbrush in the holder and slipped one of the new ones into
its place. He stuffed the packaging in his pocket, then moved quickly back to
the half bath, used it and came out washing his hands. His father hadn’t moved,
but the level of his drink was considerably lower. Mulder rejoined him on the
patio, but didn’t resume his seat. “I’m sorry my visit is so short, but I need
to get back to DC.” “I understand. I
appreciate you stopping by any time, Fox.” The older man rose reluctantly and
held out his hand again. Mulder shook it, then picked up the recorder and
turned it off. “I hope I hear from you
soon.” Bill nodded and followed
Mulder back through the house. He stood on the porch until Mulder drove out of
sight. It was a seven hour drive,
even pushing the envelope as he was doing. He thought about stopping for the
night, but it shouldn’t be that late when got home and he really needed to wrap
himself around her tonight. There was a light on in
the kitchen, so he could see her sleeping on the couch. He approached her
quietly and took a seat on the coffee table. “Mmm, Mulder?” “You should be in bed.” “It’s lonely in there
without you.” He didn’t speak, just
lifting her into his arms. She smiled, cuddling into his chest. He carried her into the
bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. “Go back to sleep.” “Are you going to stay
up?” “No, I’ll join you in just
a minute.” “You don’t have to, if
you’re not ready - “ “I’m always ready to be in
bed with you.” She smiled a sleepy smile
and snuggled down into the covers. He really thought she’d be asleep, but she
was waiting for him when he returned. “Are you okay?” “I’m good.” “That’s not what I was
picking up,” she brought his hand up to her lips, feeling his tension. “What were you picking
up?” She scooted closer.
“Sadness.” That silenced him. He
just held her close. “We’re your family now, Mulder, the baby and I.” “Yes. Yes, you are.” “Are you going to see your
mother?” “You should be sleeping,”
he evaded the question. “Talk to me, Mulder.” “She’s in Raleigh,
visiting her cousin. I’m going to ask her to stop by and see me on her way
home.” “Good, I’ll get to meet
her.” “No, you won’t. I’m
keeping you away from my family.” “I thought that was just
your father.” She leaned back to look up at him. “I can’t be sure of that.
We’ll talk in the morning. If you don’t need any sleep, I do.” She huffed at that, but
allowed him to turn her so that he could spoon around her, his chin resting on
her head. ***** She let him sleep in the
next morning. She was drinking a cup of decaf and reading the paper when he
stumbled in. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” she looked up,
admiring the sleep tousled hair and morning stubble. “Not be in my bed when I
wake up.” “I was letting you get a
little sleep. It was late when you got in.” “You were up too.” “But I had already had a
couple of hours. Want a cup? I know it won’t wake you as well as the high test
but - “ “It’s fine. I’ll get it.”
He stopped her as she started to rise. He joined her at the table and took a
tentative sip to check the temperature. “Did you bring me anything
to test?” she asked finally when he seemed to be more awake. “Yup, his toothbrush.” “Toothbrush? You don’t
think he’ll miss that?” “I put another one in the
holder.” “So what are you
thinking?” she finally asked. “I’m wondering how to get
in touch with Chuck. I mean, he’s in high school. Okay he’s 18 but I’m not
sure I can just walk into the high school or his home and ask to see him. I
need to come up with a plausible excuse. From what Rob said he’s shy and
nerdy.” “Then think how happy
he’ll be to see you.” “Uh?” “Well,” she indicated
him. “When he finds out what he’s going to look like in a few years . . . “ “What?” “Oh come on, he’s shy and
a nerd? You don’t think it will give him some hope to realize that some day
he’ll become every woman’s wet dream, a, a walking wall of fuck.” He goggled at her. “A
what?” “You heard me.” ***** Simple Choices - Part 10 After dinner Mulder booted
up the computer and checked his email. There was a message from Rob. “Dana?” “Yes?” she called from the
kitchen. “Rob found a picture of
Chuck. It’s loading now.” She hurried to his side, drying her hands. He
looked up at her. “Hey, I told you I’d clean up.” “You cleaned up last night
and the night before. I’m not helpless, Mulder.” “But you should be off
your feet. I’ve never eaten so well or been so looked after, I want to do
this.” He pulled her down into his lap and kissed her. His hands had found
flesh when the computer beeped. They both turned to look. She tried to stifle a
laugh, while he looked on with a grimace. “I looked like that?” “Not necessarily.” He looked at her, his
expression pained. “Okay, he obviously isn’t
an athlete, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be. Each of you has handled what
happened to you in different ways. You may be related but you’re not
necessarily alike.” He continued to just look
at her. Finally she burst out laughing. “Okay, he’s not my idea of a hunk.
He’s - “ “Hunk? My god, the geeks
wouldn’t hang out with - “ “It would be their loss,
Mulder.” “Yeah, right.” She leaned in for another
kiss. “I’m more convinced than ever that meeting you will do him a world of
good. His potential . . .” Mulder rolled his eyes,
but then sighed. “So, how do you suggest I meet this guy?” “It would be nice if
Stephen could go with you, but since I don’t see how to make that work, it looks
like you’re stuck with me.” “No.” “Mulder, we could go to
Boston for the weekend. It doesn’t have to be a racing trip. We could have a
little vacation.” “I would love to go on any
vacation with you, but I don’t want you involved in all of this.” “I’m already ‘involved’,
Mulder.” She caressed her abdomen. He watched her, his
expression softening. “Yeah, you are. You want to do this?” “I’m a pediatrician,
Mulder. Chuck is in my area.” He just looked at her for
a long moment. “Let me think about it. I need to figure out a way to approach
him.” She nodded and touched his
cheek before she returned to the kitchen. ***** She was waiting for him
when he returned the next night. One look at her face and he had hold of her.
“What? Are you okay?” “Mulder,” she sounded
slightly exasperated, “I’m fine. I do have some news though.” “About the baby?” “About your DNA test.” “Oh, what?” he relaxed at
that. “Am I not the oldest?” “I think you are, but . .
. “ “What?” His arms went
around her. “Your father, he’s . . . “ “He’s not my father.” She shook her head. “I’m
sorry.” He was silent for a
moment. “I . . . I don’t think I’m really surprised.” “Mulder?” “No, I’m okay. It just
explains some things. What about my mother?” She nodded. “She’s
everyone’s mother.” He blinked at that but
couldn’t seem to decide on a quip. She rested her head against his chest and
his hold tightened. “I’m glad you’re here.” She looked up at him.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” ***** After an email
conversation with Rob, they headed to Boston for the weekend. They parked
outside of the comic book store Saturday morning and waited. If this didn’t pan
out, Rob had made a couple of other suggestions. Going to his home would be a
last resort. The plans were unnecessary; they’d been there just minutes when
Chuck arrived. “I’m going to approach him
as a G-man. That might impress him.” She nodded and opened her
door. They entered the shop and spotted him near the back. Mulder glanced over
at her and she nodded. They approached him and he
looked up from where he was squatting, checking out a new shipment. He rose to
his feet, wary. Mulder discretely showed his shield. Chuck’s eyes narrowed,
but he didn’t speak. “Chuck Wallace?” “Who wants to know?” “Chuck, please.” Dana
stepped from behind Mulder and lay her hand gently on his arm. Mulder
stiffened, but Chuck was obviously mesmerized by her, staring unabashedly and he
visibly relaxed at her touch. “Is this about Cassie?” he
addressed the question to her. “Partially,” she admitted. The young man seemed to
deflate. “I didn’t hurt her.” “I know you didn’t,”
Mulder said quietly. Startled, Chuck look up at
him. “Then what - “ “We need to go somewhere
we can talk,” Mulder interrupted. Chuck looked over at
Dana. When she nodded he agreed. “Is there some place private we could sit?”
she asked, looking around the shop. “There’s a pocket park
just down the street.” Dana smiled up at him and
Mulder watched him begin to fall in love with her. Part of him understood, part
of him wanted to take him by the scruff of his neck and throw him across the
room. They walked down the
block, Mulder trailing slightly behind them. Chuck took Dana’s arm and seated
her on the bench. She smiled her gratitude and motioned for him to take the
seat beside her. Mulder rolled his eyes, but kept quiet. At least it was his
bed she’d grace that night. “Do you have any news
about Cassie?” “Not directly. What we
have is news that there have been at least six of these abductions - “ “Six? It’s a serial
kidnapper?” “There is a connection.
Chuck, what we’re here to talk about is extremely confidential. We don’t want
anyone to know that we’ve even talked to you or contacted you in any way. It’s
for your safety as well as ours.” “Are you in danger?” Chuck
asked quickly looking at her. “We’re being careful,”
Dana demurred. “You know this is weird,”
he glanced back at Mulder. “Yeah, but it’s
important,” Mulder said quietly. “I don’t want Dana to be put in any more
danger than she is.” Chuck nodded. “Go ahead.
There’s no one I confide in anyway.” Mulder and Dana exchanged
glances and she nodded. “Mulder’s sister was taken in 1972. There’s been an
abduction every five years since then.” “You?” Mulder nodded. “But we’re
here because of the effect on you.” “On me?” “Your memory, it’s, uh,
‘good’ now, isn’t it.” Chuck’s eyes widened.
“How did you - “ “Me too, and all the
others.” “Why?” “We’re still working on
that,” Mulder admitted. “There’s more, Chuck.”
Dana touched his hand again. “Here’s the part where you’ll think we’re crazy,
but so far it’s been true.” “What?” his brow furrowed,
but he didn’t move away from her. Dana took a deep breath.
“You and Mulder, and all of the other men, you’re related.” Chuck just looked at her. “You’re more than just
related; you’re brothers.” She met his eyes. “You’re actually twins.” The boy gave a harsh
laugh. “Yeah, right. I’m his twin.” Mulder nodded. “Who do I sue? I
definitely got the short end of that stick.” Dana smiled then. “He
didn’t look like that when he was your age. He swims and runs, works out. Just
realize you’re genetically predisposed to look like him.” “Would I get you if I
did?” Dana gave a light laugh.
“I’m pretty taken.” She caressed her stomach and he laughed as well. Mulder forced a bland
expression. “We would like a sample of your DNA to prove that you are part of
this.” Chuck looked up at the
man. “What, you don’t believe we look enough alike for this. Have you checked
out the nose in the mirror lately?” “Hey, don’t diss the
nose. I happen to like it,” Dana broke in. “You like our nose?” Chuck
grinned at her. “I love your nose. He’s
very creative with it.” “Dana?” Mulder now looked
over at her, aghast. “What? I didn’t say how
you were creative.” She winked at Chuck, who blushed but grinned. She sobered
then. “Now that you’re more relaxed, we do need to get serious. We need a
sample of your DNA to make sure you’re one of the group. And we need you to
tell us what you remember about that night.” Chuck’s smile disappeared
as well and he seemed to move closer to her. “Nothing. I don’t remember a damn
thing. The lights went out, Cassie screamed and I woke up in the hospital.
What do you remember?” He looked up at Mulder again. Mulder shrugged. “A
little more than that. I had hypnotic regression.” “For real? My parents
wouldn’t - Hey, are you saying my parents aren’t my parents?” A look of delight
started to grow on his face. “I take it that wouldn’t
be a terrible thing.” “You’re kidding, right?
Those people have made my life hell. I thought maybe it would get better after
the divorce, but I think it’s worse. Now I can walk away and never see them
again.” “You might want to think
about that before you do it. This needs to remain completely confidential.
They can’t know we’ve spoken to you, or that you even suspect anything, at least
not yet. And think about it, if they’re on the hook for tuition - “ “I got a scholarship, free
ride.” “Where?” “Dartmouth. What about
you?” “Oxford.” Mulder managed a
straight face, but Chuck was obviously impressed. “What about the rest of
us?” “You believe us?” Dana
asked quietly. “If it means I’m not
related to Marge and 'Homer', why not?” Mulder choked but Dana
looked confused, "I thought your father's name was Spencer." "You guys are real tight,
huh?" Mulder asked with a grin. "Oh yeah, playing catch in
the yard every night," Chuck returned the grin. She looked over at Mulder
and he became serious again. “Okay, I’m the oldest.” “How can you be sure?” “Because my mother has
been everyone’s mother so far. We’ll test that with you as well, if you’ll let
us. Next is Roger, he’s in prison.” Chuck jerked at that and looked over at
Dana. At her nod, he turned back to Mulder. “Roger has anger issues. Then
Carson, he committed suicide.” “Shit, I thought my family
was bad.” “It does get better.
Stephen and Rob are on either side of you. They’re both doing pretty well.” “So Stephen is, what, 23
and Rob 13? Or is it the other way around.” “You got it the first
time.” “What about our sisters?
Are they related to us?” “I’m going on the
assumption that they are. I don’t have any DNA from any of them to prove it.” “Want some?” Mulder gaped at him. “You
have some?” Chuck shrugged. “Cassie
loved her hair. She wore it long and brushed it all the time. When she was . .
. I took her brush and hid it in my closet. No one noticed and I’d forgotten
about it. Think you can get anything after all this time?” “We can certainly try,”
Dana nodded. “Okay, will you guys wait
for me? I don’t think it would be a good idea to take you home.” “No, definitely not a good
idea,” Dana agreed. “There’s a coffee shop in
the next block. I could meet you there in half an hour.” Mulder moved closer to the
bench. “This has got to be kept quiet.” “For her sake,” Chuck
looked over at Dana. Mulder’s brow furrowed,
but he immediately assumed a bland expression. “Yeah, for her sake.” Dana looked between the
two of them, but kept silent. After a moment, Chuck rose. “I’ll see you in a
few minutes.” “Okay, what’s wrong?” she
turned to Mulder as soon as Chuck was out of sight. “Nothing.” He sank onto
the bench beside her. “Mulder?” she zeroed in on
him, her eyebrow raised. “You were flirting
with him.” The words seemed to explode from him. “That was not flirting - “ “You touched him and you
smiled up at him and - “ “I can’t exactly smile
down at any of you, Mulder. Yes, I touched him and it seemed to relax him.” “Or turn him on.” She rolled her eyes. “I
was just trying to get him in touch with his ‘inner hunk’, Mulder.” “Are you seri - “ The
twitch of her lips betrayed her and he growled, his eyes narrowing. He pulled
her against him and held her for a long moment. “Jealous much, Mulder?
Really, look at me. I’m huge!” “I am. Why do you think I
was getting jealous? You have that affect on all the Mulder men.” “Maybe I’m just drawn to
the Mulder charm.” “We have charm?” “On occasion, when you
want to, you have exhibited some.” She held out her hand and he helped her up
from the bench. His hand came to rest on her lower back for a moment before he
pulled her closer. She looked up and their lips met. “Yeah, you have charm.” He chuckled, relaxing and
they walked to the coffee shop. He ordered at the counter, then joined her at
the small table at the back. She took a sip, then realized he was watching
her. “Mulder?” “We’re all in love with
you.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “I’ve only met Rob and
Chuck.” “Stephen knew about you.
He, he understood about you.” “Understood?” she looked
confused. “He looked at me and knew
about you. We were talking about Carson.” “Carson?” “About his suicide. He
asked if I’d ever thought about it.” Mulder shrugged. Her hand covered his and
he gripped it. “I mentioned my divorce and he called me on it. He told me I
was happily married, that I had found the one, the one that ‘fit’.” A smile grew on her face.
“Fit, huh?” “I liked the happily
married part.” “Mulder - “ “I know; you want to
wait. Just so you know; I’m ready. Say the word.” She squeezed his hand.
“You’ll be the second to know.” “With these brothers I’m
not sure about that,” he said mock mournfully. “I promise to tell you in
person.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. As she was leaning back
she glanced at the door. Chuck was approaching. She noted his posture already
seemed better. He opened the door and
looked around. When he spotted them he continued his surveillance, then moved
toward them. “That didn’t take long,”
Dana observed. “No one was home.” He
pulled the little girl’s brush from his pocket. He’d placed it in a plastic
bag, so that no hairs would be lost. “You think this will work?” “It wouldn’t stand up in
court, but if we can get some DNA, we’ll at least know if she’s related to us.
We can make assumptions from there.” “Do you know why they’re
gone?” Chuck asked, still looking at the brush. “No. It’s one of the
things we’re working on.” “I want to work with you.” Dana smiled. “We hoped
you would.” She took the bag from him and slipped it into her purse. “The others, when will I
meet them?” “I don’t know, Chuck. I
don’t even know if it’s safe for you to meet them,” Mulder shook his head.
“I need to know them, if
I’m one of the group - “ “Let me think about it.” Chuck looked over at Dana
for help. “It’s not simple, Chuck.
Let Mulder think about it.” At her words, he sighed, but nodded, unable to
argue with her. “We’ll be in touch with you. Discretely, but we will be in
touch.” ***** Simple Choices - Part 11 Mulder headed for his
car. It was late and he wanted to be home. She should already be there,
probably still on her feet, cooking or something. He had his key in his hand,
ready to open the car door when the hand touched his arm. He was startled when
the man he thought of as ‘Deep Throat’ stepped out from behind the pillar next
to his car. “Well, long time no see,”
he said dryly and turned back to the car. “You’ve been ignoring me,”
Deep Throat said mildly. Mulder shrugged. “You’re
the one that disappeared as I recall. In the meantime, I’ve started on another
thread.” “I’ve been out of town,”
Deep Throat said quietly as he continued to scan the garage. “Well I hope it was a nice
trip. Now if you’ll excuse me - " “You got my signal?” “I did, but since you
didn’t respond to my attempts to reach you, I assumed our ‘relationship’ was at
an end.” “I wasn’t exactly in a
position to get in touch. We need to talk.” “I have to get home, maybe
some other - " “Get home?” the man
repeated, obviously amused. “To the little woman?” Mulder jerked back. Hell,
no way she wasn’t going to pick up on that. He tried to send soothing thoughts
her way for a moment before facing the older man again. “Oh,” Deep Throat looked
surprised. “You’re seeing someone?” “I don’t see where that’s
important.” Deep Throat’s eyes
narrowed. “I thought we had an arrangement.” “We did, until you left me
high and dry in a diner without a word.” “What we’re working on
requires a great deal of . . . dedication. I thought you knew that. What is
this ‘other thread’ you’re pursuing? Agent Mulder, do you not understand how
critical the work we’re doing - “ “So critical that you can
just disappear for weeks?” “What is this new line
you’re working on?” Deep Throat became more insistent. Mulder hesitated, looking
at him for a moment. “Ever heard of Carson Nelson?” Mulder wasn’t prepared for
the expression on Deep Throat’s face. Even in the darkness of the garage,
Mulder could see how pale the man had become. “No.” It was a whisper,
but with the intensity of a shout. “You have to drop this investigation.” “I beg your pardon,”
Mulder said quickly. “Just let it go, trust me
on this, Mulder. It could be . . . dangerous.” “For who?” “For everyone. You have
to believe me,” the man said, looking around the garage again. “If I’m supposed to trust
you, give me one answer. Who’s my father?” Deep Throat just stared at
him for the longest moment, then Mulder heard a whispered, “Oh my god.” “News to you too, huh?” “I, I have to go.” “Oh no you don’t,”
Mulder’s voice was still low, but somehow his gun was now in his hand. “My
car. Get in.” Mulder forced the man into his car. He pulled out and turned
away from home. “Why don’t you tell me why I should not look into Carson’s
death?” Mulder drove toward the
clinic, not a nice part of town, but one where he would spot a tail if
necessary. After several minutes, his companion sat up and straightened his
tie. “Agent Mulder, I have no answers for you.” “Why do I doubt that?”
Mulder said conversationally. “He, he was involved in
some research that was . . . unsanctioned.” “Unsanctioned, or just
dangerous to you and yours?” Deep Throat didn’t respond
to that. Mulder pulled into the parking lot of a seedy looking shopping center
and headed to the back toward the employee parking area. Once parked he turned
to look at the older man. “Why should I not look into Carson's life?” “It would not be . . .
safe, for you or anyone you’re seeing.” Mulder stiffened. “Is
that a threat?” “A promise. They won’t
want you looking into Carson’s life or death.” “So they don’t know yet.” “You can’t keep something
like them from them for long. If you care about this woman - “ Mulder's hand fisted in
his lapel. “You stay away from her.” “Even if I do, they
won’t.” “I thought you were
helping me.” “No, son, you’re helping
me. Obviously you didn’t understand that.” “I suppose they feel the
same way about Roger Austin.” He didn’t imagine the increase in pallor of the
older man. “How the hell . . . “ “Is that important?” “Drop this,
Mulder. You need to believe me. This is not something you were supposed to
find.” “I’m part of a damn
experiment. They took our sisters, they changed us!” “Changed you?” For the
first time Deep Throat met his eyes. “How did you do it? Why
my mother?” “Listen to me, Agent
Mulder. It doesn’t get more dangerous than what you’re playing with right now.
You’re putting more than yourself in danger, more than me. Anyone that matters
to you could be at risk.” “At risk?” “Drop it. At least let me
look into it and let you know what I can.” “Will you, or will you
disappear again?” Mulder asked, his voice hard. “Give me a little time. I
don’t have a lot of information about this, but I will check, carefully,
and get back to you.” “I’ll give you forty-eight
hours.” “Don’t be ridiculous,
Mulder, I’ll need - “ “Forty-eight hours. I
need to know what the danger might be; I know you’re not going to tell me the
purpose or how it was done. I want to keep this under the radar as much as you
do, but I have to know what’s going on. If you want me to drop this, you have
to get me information. Fix it so I don’t need to investigate it anymore,
because I'll already know.” Deep Throat looked at him
for a long moment. “You’ll keep quiet?” “Yes. I just want the
information. I don’t want to put these men in danger, but I have to know.” Deep Throat held out his
hand, which surprised Mulder, but he took it and they shook. “I want to keep
you safe; I want to keep all of you safe, so we’re on the same side about that.
I may not have everything you want in forty-eight hours, but I will be in
touch.” “Thank you.” ***** Dana looked over toward
the bedroom, but Mulder obviously hadn’t heard the knock. She headed for the
door, calling over her shoulder. “We have company.” “Don’t open - “ It was too
late, she was staring at their visitor. He hurried to her side. “Rob? Come in,” she was
holding the door for him already. Mulder took a quick glance out in the hall
then closed and bolted the door. They both looked at the duffle bag Rob
carried, then Dana looked him in the eye. “How did you get here?” “Bus. Don’t worry; Mom
thinks I’ve gone camping with a friend. The cell phone doesn’t work well in the
woods, but I’ve promised to call her. We have a week.” “A week? Why are
you here?” Mulder asked. Rob faced them and Mulder
recognized that stubborn set to his own jaw. “We have to get her out of town.” “Excuse me?” That from
Dana, though he was obviously speaking to Mulder. “They’ve found out about
her, and they know she’s going to have a baby.” “Who knows - “ Dana
started, but Mulder interrupted. “How?” “Ethan. They went to the
prison and interviewed him.” “How do you know that?” “Roger told me. He’s
been watching Ethan for us.” They both gaped at him, so he waited patiently for
a moment or two. When they still couldn’t seem to decide what to say, Rob spoke
up. “Can I use your bathroom?” “Wha- oh, of course.”
Dana pointed to the door. When he disappeared into
the bathroom, Mulder and Dana looked at each other. Without a word, Mulder led
her to the couch and seated her. She didn’t protest. When Rob joined them, he
took a seat in the chair facing them. “How long have you been in
touch with Roger?” Mulder asked the first question. “Since I found out about
him. I sent him a letter, don’t worry, I didn’t use my real name. I said it
was a school project, but then I taught him a code and now we can talk. I’m
careful, so is Roger.” “You still shouldn’t - “ “I’m in touch with Stephen
and Chuck too. We needed to stay in touch with each other. We set this up as
soon as we realized she was in danger. We have to meet them. Stephen has a
place we can stay, where we’ll be safe.” “When did they talk to
Ethan?” Mulder asked, his eyes narrowed. “Last night, after
visiting hours.” After he’d talked to Deep
Throat. Less than twenty-four hours after he’d talked to him. Rob was right;
they couldn’t wait forty-eight hours.
That was a definite subject change. She allowed it. “No, on Wednesdays he’s
with his daughter.”
Dana’s head jerked up and she glanced at her watch. Good lord, it was after
ten. Ethan was probably already home.
”Fine, whatever. I’ll see tomorrow morning.” She hung up and Dana slowly put
the receiver back in the cradle.
”I had to check my bag. Come on.” With his good arm around her, he led her to
baggage claim. He was less steady on his feet than he wanted her to see. As
they stood in the baggage claim area, she silently took note of the dark circles
under his eyes. When his bag came around, she reached for it. “Don’t even
think about it, Dana.”
“What about a t-shirt? That will help keep your arm still and be more
comfortable than the sling while you sleep.” He nodded and allowed her to pull
the shirt over his head. “I’ll get your medicine.”
”Uh, yeah.” She turned toward her computer and began typing. “Do you have a
middle name?”
”I had regression hypnotherapy. Ever think about that?”