The Red Haired Woman

Disclaimer: I do not own the X Files. If I did there would be no season 9 and everything would end in cute baby fluffiness. But since I am a stickler for cannon and this is the world we live in I write to make up for it.

Summary: William has been having dreams for weeks of a red haired woman who he thinks is his birth mother.

Notes: A story I am hoping to keep up with set near the end of season 10. I want to bring the story around to the end for 'The Struggle II' and then continue on. Let me know if it is any good. If you have suggestions I would love them! Also need a beta for this story so pm me is you want to beta for me!

A Mother's Tears

He had dreams about the red haired woman every night for the past few weeks. At first he just thought it was random but then he realized that these dreams were memories. He could not explain it but he just knew. The first dream was just snap shots of the beautiful woman with fiery red hair and kind eyes. He would see others in these dreams as well but all those surrounding them were blurred and their voices unclear.

She was always in focus. She looked at him as if he were the world and held on to him as if she was scared he would disappear. The first couple dreams he could not hear her voice. Her mouth would move but nothing came out. He was desperate to hear her. In his mind he somehow just knew she was his birth mother. He could see it in her face and could feel it in his own emotions in the dreams. As the dreams continued he saw more and more of her and started to know more about her.

On the first night that he heard her voice he woke up peaceful and happy but felt that a part of him was missing. Throughout his dreams she would hold him and sing to him. She sang all kinds of songs to him most that she made up herself. The first time he saw her cry was about two weeks after the dreams began. It started with his eyes closed. He felt himself in a deep sleep that only a baby can achieve.

Tonight's dream, however, had a different feel to it. A teardrop hitting his cheek woke him up. He opened his eyes but stayed quiet, just watching her. She was holding him as she was doing some chores around her home but she paused when she saw he was awake.

"Oh baby I am so sorry." She said as she wiped the tear off of his cheek. "I didn't want to wake you. I am just sad. I miss your daddy so much. I know you don't know him well but he is the most amazing man." She continued this line of thought as she sat down with him on her couch.
"You know William, you will probably hear this your whole life but you are our little miracle. You came to us as an answer to a prayer. I do not understand so many things about this universe but I have come to understand that the most powerful force in the world is love. Love can bring life and heal broken hearts and cause miracles. And I know you will live a good life because we love you more than anything in the world. You will always be loved no matter what. Your daddy loves you so much. I know you don't understand now but someday I hope you will. He didn't leave because he wanted to but because he had to. No matter what happens remember that we love you."

She seemed to be talking more to herself than to him and he understood why as he heard the loneness in her voice.

That scene faded to him looking into a blurry face of a man he had never seen before.

"His name is William. After your father." He heard his mothers voice ring through the silence. As the man held him longer his face started to clear and he was able to see that the man looked at him in the same way that his mother did. He could hear muffled conversation between the two but was too focused on the man's face to pay attention. He felt them leaning forward as they kissed over him.

He understood at that moment that this man was his father. The memory continued for a minute or so longer as he felt safe in his father's arms. He looked down at William with a look of wonder and kissed his forehead.

The lighthearted feeling stopped abruptly when his alarm woke him up. He panicked for a moment desperate to get back to the dream but soon realized it was useless. He grabbed his phone and disabled his alarm. The smell of pancakes floated up into his room, as he was getting ready for school and for the first time that morning a smile crossed his face.

He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Standing at the stove surrounded by the morning light stood his mother still unaware that he was there. He heard her humming a hymn as she prepared their breakfast.

"Morning mom." He said as he entered the kitchen going strait to the fridge to grab some orange juice. He then moved over near her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning Will. How did you sleep?" She said continuing to work on the bacon and eggs in front of her.

"I slept ok. I am still having weird dreams though. They keep getting more and more vivid. Mom, I think they are memories."

His mother turned around at that point to serve him a fried egg and a couple slices of bacon. "Maybe they are. I have always thought that dreams have significance. Dreams are a way of communicating with the deepest part of us. Sometimes dreams are even messages that God is trying to communicate to us. These dreams of your birth mother could mean many things William."

"Last night I dreamed about my father too. My first dream that I remember was my mother telling me about him. Something about him not being there but only because he was in danger. It was pretty confusing and she was crying so it was hard to understand. Then for the first time he was there I saw him but I didn't hear his voice. He seemed to love me. She told him that she had named me William after his father. That is all that I remember before my alarm went off."

"Why do you think that you are only seeing him for the first time?"

"I think that he was not there for most of the time before I came to you. But it could also be…" Will trailed off knowing that his mom would know what he was saying without words. He felt her hand on his own.
"Because this is the weekend of you and dad's annual fishing trip." She finished for him.

"Yeah."
His mother vacated her chair and came up next to him and knelt down in front of his chair.

"I was thinking we could do something of our own this weekend. Something new. What do you think?" She said as she brushed her fingers through his hair.

William smiled at her sadly but felt the warmth that only came when she looked at him like he was the only important thing in the world. "That sounds nice."

She leaned forward to kiss his forehead and promptly got up.

"You need to finish eating or you will miss the bus."