"What's this?" Sam asked as he holds up a picture off Will's desk.

William paused and looked up, "Oh nothing. I saw them in a magazine or something and I had the urge to draw them."

Sam stares intently at the photo. "They look so sad."

Puzzled, William looks at the picture again. "Huh, I guess they do." Rather than worry over it, he continues to clean his room. When he looks up again, Sam is still staring at the picture. William exclaims, "C'mon man, put it down and help me. The faster we clean my room, the faster we can go outside and shoot some hoops."

Finally, Sam drops the paper and starts to help William clean. After five minutes, William announces "Good enough. Time to go." He calls out, "Mom, my room's clean. I'm going to play basketball with Sam. I'll be back for dinner."

He hears his mom shout back "Sounds good." William turns to Sam, "Let's go."

Later, when Sam has left and his parents have gone to bed, Will holds up the picture. He stares at it for ten minutes before placing on his desk. He knows why they're sad.

He reaches for his top drawer. When it opens, he digs to the bottom and pulls out a different image. Worn along the edges, this is William's favorite drawing. Nestled between his true parents, William feels safe and whole.

William knows he shouldn't remember this. None of his friends have memories from infancy. He asked once and received only questioning looks.

When he was 12, his mom and dad told him he was adopted. He acted surprised, but he had always known. When it's quiet, he can see them. He can hear them. He can feel them. Not memories from the past, but moments in the present.

He loves his parents, both of them. Still, he longs for the days when he lay nestled between Scully and Mulder's arms. For now, he places his drawings back into the drawer.