To Teach A Teen A Lesson
Part 1
by Trycee
Time-Line: Present Day, Sequel to The Teenage Years
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
The man stared inside the restaurant window, there was a beautiful red headed woman seated at a table by herself, a look of worry and something else on her face. He wondered why she was alone at this hour of night at a hole in the wall Italian eatery, clearly being stood up by someone. He could see as he approached the door to enter from the cold that she looked saddened. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was small woman, wearing a light brown sweater as she twiddled with her cell phone on the tabletop in front of her, he assumed, expecting a call she wasn't receiving. He glanced around and could see couples laughing and drinking at their tables on this Friday evening but his attention was squarely to the red head. She was a stark contrast to everyone in the tiny restaurant. He couldn't see her eyes so he had no idea if they were blue, green or brown, but he knew he felt drawn to her and so his waitress walked ahead of him towards a table but he veered over to the red-head, standing next to her table. She looked up surprised but when her eyes settled on him, he could see confusion swirling in her oceanic blue eyes. She was stunning, he thought to himself.
He glanced at her place settings and noticed she hadn't eaten anything, only sipping on a glass of wine. She stared at him with alarm and shock. "Can I help you?", she asked.
He smiled. "Are you waiting for someone?"
She glanced down at her phone and then pushed it aside. "No," she said, sadly. "No I'm not."
He noticed the wedding band on her hand but decided to take a chance anyway. "I was about to eat alone...Could I eat with you?"
She gave him a cautious glance but then nodded. She shot a look at the waitress who shrugged her shoulders. The man smiled a warm smile and the woman relaxed slightly. "I'm Henry Walker," the man said.
She outstretched her small hands and his larger hands immediately engulfed hers. "I'm Dr. Dana Scully," she said, shyly.
"Nice to meet you," he smiled.
The waitress who was still standing near her turned to Scully. "Would you like to order?'
Scully glanced up at the strange man. He was handsome, tall, with dark hair and a warm smile. She sighed and then glanced down at her menu. "Yes, I'll have the turkey and kale soup to start and the stuffed Spinach Shell pasta with a side salad."
The man smiled at her. "Sounds healthy."
"I try to eat healthy," she told the stranger.
"You certainly take care of yourself."
Scully stared at the stranger, trying to determine his motives. She searched his eyes, seeing no malicious intent and so she smirked and then took a sip of her wine. The waitress eyed the man as she asked him for his order. "I'll have what she's having," he said.
Scully's eyebrow raised but she remained quiet.
The waitress returned with a glass of wine for the man and then left the two alone.
Scully picked up her phone again, twirling it around in her hands as she felt the man's eyes upon her.
"Were you stood up?"
She cocked her head slightly. "Yes, I was."
"A beautiful woman like you? He doesn't appreciate what he has."
She stared into his eyes. "I'm married!", she said, matter of factually.
"Well, you're husband shouldn't leave you in a restaurant alone to catch the attention of other men," he smiled. "That's not very smart of him."
Scully smiled but covered her smile with a sip of her wine. "Mr. Walker? What is it that you do?"
"I'm a professor," he stated. "I teach History."
"History? I guess I wouldn't have taken you for a history teacher," she said, looking him over. "You don't look like a history teacher."
"Oh really?", he said, noticing the change in her demeanor.
"No," she said. "I would've taken you for someone a little more wilder," she said, pushing her wine away. "Sorry, I'm starting to feel the effects of the wine I've consumed."
Henry stunned stared with his mouth open. "No, not a problem at all," he said, as his cheeks reddened. "You don't mind me saying that you are a stunningly beautiful woman, do you?"
She locked eyes with the stranger and she squirmed slightly in her seat. Just then the waitress returned with their food. She placed the soup in front of them. They ate in silence and she returned to retrieve their bowls and placed their salads and main dishes in front of them along with a basket of garlic rolls. Scully was enjoying her meal with the occasional flirting glance in the direction of the handsome man. They said nothing as they ate but a ringing phone interrupted their silence. "Hello?", Scully said.
"Mom! Mom!", William said.
"William, what's wrong?", she said, her eyebrow rising.
"Nothing's wrong, mom!", he said, a little too loudly.
"William, what's going on?"
"Mom, I need to talk to dad! I just need to talk to dad!"
"William..."
"Mom, please...I need to talk to dad!"
Scully could see the concerned look on Henry's face. "What is it?", he asked.
"William...I'll get your dad."
"Thank you!"
Scully sighed and reached out the phone towards the stranger.
"Me?"
"William wants to talk to you, Mulder."
Mulder grabbed the phone from Scully. "William? William?"
"Umm..Williams throwing up right now!", a voice said. "He's tipsy!", another voice said.
Mulder stood up from the table. She could tell that something was wrong from the look in his hazel eyes. She stared at him as her mind raced "What is it?"
Mulder placed his hand up, letting her know he didn't want her asking anymore questions and headed towards the exit.
The waitress rushed over to the table. "Did he take off with your phone?"
Scully smiled. "He's my husband. We were role playing tonight," Scully said.
The waitress stared at her. "You mean, you knew who he was the whole time?"
"Married with a son...just keeping things spicy, that's all."
The waitress shook her head. "I thought he was some creep messing with you. Yeah he was good looking...but man, next time, let me in on it."
Scully smiled shyly.
Mulder returned and Scully could tell from the look on his face that something was wrong. "What is it?"
"Let's go!", he said, tossing a hundred dollar bill on the table. His jaw was taut and she could tell that he was angry.
Scully could feel that something wasn't right. "Is William in trouble?"
Mulder looked her in the eye, saying nothing. Instead he placed his hand on his spot and guided her out of the restaurant. Mulder placed the key into the ignition and Scully reached her hand on top of his. "What is it Mulder?"
"The party William went too tonight, there was drinking and William got drunk. The parents came home and called the police and William and some of his friends who were too drunk to run off got arrested. I was on the phone when it was happening."
"Mulder!", she gasped.
"We have to go bail him out," he said, pulling off.
Scully turned to look at the small Italian restaurant and at the table they had just been eating at. The waitress was busy clearing their plates. She sighed. "You have to keep calm Mulder."
"The hell I am!", he said as he sped off. "He's 15, Scully! He gets arrested for drinking at 15!"
"He made a mistake," she said.
Mulder turned to glare at her and she quickly looked away until Mulder turned his attention back to the road. She kept her eyes in front of her but could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was extremely tense and so she sat back in her seat as Mulder drove towards the city jail to pick up their son.
William was sick to his stomach. He threw up again into the toilet as a few cellmates clapped in the large holding cell. "Can't hold your liquor, kid," a man said.
He looked around at his fellow classmates who were just as sick as he was and where scattered about throughout the cell. He stumbled back towards the bench where he had been sitting but where a large redneck had placed his leg out in front of him, blocking him. "Guess you'll stand!"
"I don't think so!", William said.
The man laughed. "Wrong place to talk shit, kid."
"I'm not scared of you!"
"Shut the hell up, William!", one of his classmates said.
He shrugged his shoulders. "He won't touch me!"
The man stood up. "Cocky shit, aren't you?"
"I guess I am!"
The man punched William in the stomach and he doubled over, tossing the rest of the contents from his stomach on the floor. He wiped his mouth and stood back up. The man was laughing along with the other adults in the holding cell but his laughter suddenly ceased. He could feel a pain shoot up through his hand and he fell to his knees gripping his hand. "AHHHHH,"the man screamed.
"What is it?", a few said, running to his side.
"My hand, he crushed my hand."
William shook his head. "You've lost your mind. Your hand isn't crushed. That's all in your head."
The man stared at his hand, screaming as excruciating pain crept through his arm.
Everyone stepped back from the man, shaking their heads. "He's crazy!"
William sat down on the bench as the man wailed from his pain.
An officer walked up to the cell gate. "Hey, quiet it down!"
"The pain!", the man screamed.
"William Mulder?"
William stood up.
"You made bail. Come this way."
As William exited the cell, the redneck's pain suddenly disappeared and he began to cry as he stared at his own hand, touching his fingers, trying to confirm to his brain that each digit was still there.
William could see his parents and he stopped in his tracks. The look on his father's face was one he had never seen before. Mulder locked eyes with William and he could feel Mulder's anger. He could hear his father's thoughts and suddenly William was afraid. He looked at his mother for comfort but he could see she was torn between wanting to comfort him and wanting to calm his father. He could feel the intensity in his father's eyes. He swallowed hard and stepped forward. Mulder grabbed him by the arm, pulling him behind him towards the door. Scully walked behind them both slowly, her head hung low. William glanced back at her and she could see he was scared of what his father might do. She walked on, following them out into the crisp night air towards the car.
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