Through His Eyes

Part 1

By

Trycee

Time-Line: 2004-Philadelphia, PA

Disclaimer- I do not own the X-Files. This is written for fun not profit.

*Thank You Paulie Rubens for the idea of this story*

The snow and cold wasn't the worst of it for Scully. She could endure almost everything except to be back in Philadelphia, a cruel reminder of her past near-fatal encounter with a man that had nearly killed her. It had taken them along time to be free of the memory, she and Mulder, but it still lingered between them, especially since they had to move to the city with Mulder still in hiding.

Skinner had told her that her record had been wiped clean. She wasn't a fugitive any longer. She could contact her family and live her life as long as she kept Mulder out of sight. She'd chosen to go back to school, to take Physician refresher courses. She'd already taken a total of two 12 week Medical Refresher Courses and was nearly a year into her Targeted Training at Drexel University, all while still looking over her shoulder, despite Skinner's reassurances that she was safe. The FBI was even flipping the bill for her re-education, after all it had been years since she had gone to medical school and despite teaching at Quantico and doing massive amounts of autopsies as a certified Pathologist, she hadn't had much one on one contact especially in the new direction she was heading, working with children.

As Scully trudge through the snow in her boots, a furry coat helped shield the blast of winter wind that turned her face into a block of red ice, she continued on making her way towards the yellowed brick building, past the dragon mascot, as the snow nearly and wind blinded her, whipping her long dyed blond hair in a frenzy. There was nothing more she wanted to do than stay home with Mulder at the tiny one bedroom home they lived in, far away from prying eyes in a town on the outskirts of the city. But Mulder was busy packing them up for their move to a home in Virginia he had purchased a few years back under a pseudo name, just as he had purchased their current home, a few years prior.

Havertown, PA was a small enough town and yet only thirty minutes from the city of Philadelphia. People were watchful yet not intrusive and that was something that she did like about the place. It was quiet with a small town feeling and she knew that people around town knew she lived with Mulder, or John Matthews as he was being referred too, but he was seldom seen outside of their small home, far from the prying eyes of their neighbor's who occasionally saw him chopping firewood or mowing the vast spread of land. They never questioned why she was never seen out in public with him, they tended to mind their own business. She wore a wedding band and that was all most people in Havertown needed to know. She frequented the Irish Catholic church of St. Denis every Sunday alone. She didn't socialize beyond the weekly mass and no one seemed interested in prodding. She was a mystery to most that knew of her and her 'husband' who seemed to be house-bound despite his healthy appearance. They knew her trips to church and the grocery store were the most she did in Haverton and beyond a smile, no one bothered to ask her name. They knew from her scrubs and book-bag that she was a student traveling back and forth to Philadelphia, and the people of Havertown left it at that.

Scully slid into her desk, taking out her books and notes. She had lived a million lifetimes but yet found herself back in a classroom, not as the teacher this time, but as the student. She wanted to work with children though she knew it would be painful for her to see them day after day. But she had already decided that she needed to be close to children, after losing both of her own. It was her way of coping with the permanent lost of her daughter Emily and her lost of William somewhere far away from her.

Scully had already been offered a job in Virginia at Our Lady of Sorrow's, a Catholic hospital an hour from the home that Mulder had secured for them bought by The Lone Gunmen in case they needed to run. Mulder had secured several houses cheaply as an insurance for their escape, all in need of repair and left unattended until they needed to use it. She had learned about his collections of rundown homes when they had become involved romantically and it had helped served them for the first year as they ran from the FBI. And it had helped them when Skinner informed her that she was no longer wanted, her slate had been cleaned but that Mulder was still wanted but no one was actively seeking him. They had lived in Havertown for two years now, tucked away in sleepy town as she resumed her medical education, fulling a promise to herself, her parents and Mulder that she would live out her dream and become a practicing physician.

Scully was eager to move into the home in Virginia and to get back to work but despite being surrounded by fellow doctors and classmates, some much older than herself, she felt uncomfortable having to jump back into the college life. She was used to being the teacher, the one in control and for nearly two years, Scully had homework and tests in between hands on rounds at the Catholic hospital, Mercy Fitzgerald Hospital. She was exhausted and was glad the two years of study was nearly over. She glanced at her phone noticing a text message from Mulder. "Love you always," it read. She smiled and texted him back. "Always and forever."

Dr. Bill Henderson walked up to the board and began scribbling on the black board. Scully began to take notes but stopped, dropping her pen on the paper. Suddenly, the blackboard faded and she was unaware of her surroundings as she stared out in front of her. Her eyes adjusted and she shielded her eyes against the bright glare of the sun. Scully was in a brown grassy field with the sun lightly kissing her face.

She turned to her left and gasped, a woman smiled and reached down and picked up a little red haired boy from the grass setting him on his feet. "Don't cry, William, it's okay."

Scully stared up into the soft gentle eyes of the woman and then looked into the face of the little boy with blue eyes who was staring directly at her. "Mama!", the boy said, pointing in her direction.

Scully cupped her hands over her mouth. "William?", she said, as tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Mama!", the boy said, stepping towards her, his finger pointing straight at her.

The strange woman again swopped in just as he neared her sitting on the grass. "Willie, mama's right here," the woman said.

Scully shook her head, standing up and looked around her. "NO!, I'm his mama!", she said, but the woman was turned from her, unaware of her presence.

The little red haired boy was nearly four and his tiny fingers pointed in her direction. "Mama," he said.

Scully glanced around her. She could see the large snow capped mountains jutting up into the sky and there was brown grass beneath her feet and a vast blue sky that seemed to go on for miles. Her eyes refocused on the small face of the toddler.

William was dressed in a jacket as the woman held him. A man walked up and kissed the woman on the lips and then retrieved the young boy from her arms. "Hey, Buddy. How are you?", the man smiled.

William pointed behind him. "Mama!"

"Yes, mama is right here!"

"NO!", the little boy said, shaking his head. "Mama!"

Tears streaked Scully's face and she took a step closer to him. Her fingers reached out and she could feel the baby soft fingers of the toddler and she broke down to her knees kneeling in the hard winter grass, crying out loud.

"Mama!", the baby continued.

Red-faced, Scully stood up and then brushed her finger against his skin, gently, the way she did when he was a baby and the way Mulder caressed her cheeks. "I love you," she said, as she stared at him. "You look so much like me and your dad. God, William!", she said, covering her mouth.

The toddler reached out his hand and she held it. "I love you so much."

"Luv you!", he said back. He pushed his body backwards. "Down!", William ordered, wriggling in his adoptive father's arm.

Mr. Vandekamp placed William on the ground and let go of his hand. William walked over towards her and she placed his tiny hand in hers. She plopped down to the cold ground and then placed him gently into her lap.

"We've been pretty lucky so far," the woman said. "But we might get 14 inches of snow starting tomorrow."

Scully looked up at the home. It was the first time she had noticed the structure behind them. They were sitting in the yard next to the home. She wasn't sure how she had gotten there but she wasn't going to question it as she ran her fingers through the contented toddler's soft reddish hair. He was smiling a crooked smile like Mulder and she was in heaven.

"Look at that!", Mr. Vandekamp smiled, turning to look in Williams direction. He suddenly looked concerned,"It's too cold though for him to be lying on the grass like that. That ground is frozen underneath all that grass."

His wife agreed. "William! Come here honey, we need to go inside and have a little lunch, whatdaya say?"

"No!", William said, as Scully continued to stroke his hair.

She could feel the heavy weight of his small body against hers and could see the identical blue depths of his eyes as he stared into hers. "I love you so much. Daddy loves you too. We love you, William. We love you," she continued to chant.

"That boy is hard-headed," Mr. Vandekamp chuckled. "He's stubborn!"

Mrs. Vandekamp smiled. "He gets it from you!"

Scully glanced up sharply from Williams tiny face as he laid in her lap, and stared harshly at the couple. "No, he get's it from his real father, Fox William Mulder," she said, softly as she layered kisses on his soft cheeks. "Jeremiah was a bullfrog," she began to sing, her focus solely on her son held tightly in her lap. "Was a good friend of mine..."

William began to smile and chuckle to himself.

"Is he playing with an imaginary friend?", Mrs. Vandekamp said, watching him giggle and squeak as he laid on the ground. "That's so cute."

"I'm not sure if I like that," the man said, shaking his head. "His nearly four and he needs a brother or a friend to play with. He's out here all alone with no other kids for miles."

The woman touched her husband's arm. "The adoption is almost finalized and Will will have a little brother to play with," she said, smiling back at him as the toddler sat up, his gaze heavenward. "See, look he's observant, he's staring up into the heavens, maybe he see's angels. Did you think about that?"

The man smiled. "He is our little angel, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Jer-a...", William sang.

"Miah," Scully instructed as he looked up into her watery blue eyes.

"Jer-a-my-ah," he repeated.

"Was a bullfrog," Scully said, softly, gripping his small arms tightly. "And was a good friend of mine..."

"Wa sa good ben of my!", William sang in a tiny voice, his eyes showing as brightly as hers.

She layered kisses on his pillowy cheeks. "I love you!", she said, softly. "I love you!"

"I luv you too!", William smiled.

"Did you hear him singing?", Mrs. Vandekamp said amazed. "Where did he learn that song from?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "God only knows."

"I sing him bible songs and nursery rhymes but I don't remember ever singing that," she said, perplexed.

"Come on," the man said. "Let's go in and eat that lunch."

Scully kissed Williams cheek and then pressed her forehead against his. He was snatched from her hands. She stared in disbelief as William was draped over the woman's shoulder and carried off towards the home beyond.

"Hello? Dr. Scully?", Dr Henderson said as he waved his hand in front of her face. "Dr. Scully?"

"Yes!", she said, jumping up, knocking her books from her desk onto the floor.

"I thought you had a stroke there for a moment. You were really zoned out there. The only way I knew you were still alive was that you were crying!", he said, with a worried expression on his face.

She wiped her face and then attempted to focus around her. She was sitting in the empty classroom with the older man crouched beside her. "You okay?", he asked.

"I'm fine!", she said, grabbing up her books. "I'm sorry...I," she said, confused as she tried to orient herself to her whereabouts. "I, have to go home!", she announced.

"Are you sure you don't want to get checked out? It looked like a stroke to me!", the older gentlemen said.

She smiled. "No, I'm fine, really. I'm fine," rushing out the door.

Scully stood in the hallway and leaned against the cool wall. A few students glanced in her direction but they kept walking. She bee-lined for the women's bathroom, grabbing up a few paper towels, wetting it under the faucet and then dabbing the cold towels against her face, carefully wiping her tears beneath her swollen eyes. Scully stood in the mirror staring at herself for a long moment until she heard movement behind her as someone entered the bathroom. She grabbed up her coat and book bag and without looking back, walked out into the hall. She bundled herself up in coat and tossed the book bag on her small back and stepped out into the freezing cold weather for the long track back to the parking lot. She shoveled off the accumulated snow on top of her car and kicked at the icicles that had formed around her tires. She sighed after she had completed her task of unburying and slid into the car seat, immediately starting it, placing her fingers at the grates to warm the frozen digits. She peeled off onto the slick ice covered streets and aimed her car homeward. She needed to see Mulder, she needed a touch of normalcy.

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