A/N: Hello everyone! :) It's Krazy Mei again... LOL. Yes, I have lots of time in my hands for a couple of days LOL. I am writing because I seriously had a shock when William was taken away... I couldn't believe it.

I think that he should get back to his family at some point in the movies or... something. Something tells me that he should get back to the show. I mean, come on: He is a telekinetic kid, to start with. And who would understand that better than his own freaky family? And two: He could very well be the heart of the conspiracy. LOL.

Genre: Is Family Fic a genre? I find them often, but it's usually either something serious or Mulder and Scully going undercover with some kids that are not even their own. LOL. If someone finds some Family Fic that's not that sort, please tell me. I will be happy to read. :) (Humor, General) William POV

Rating: If it's PG-13, it's for mild swearing, because I don't think there will be anything else that may freak people out. :)

SPOOKY FAMILY

Have you ever wondered why some families are spookier than others? How your next-door neighbors are pleasing, perfect and never make a hell break lose while you are stuck in a family that gets in a mess every day?

That is what happens to me.

My name is William Mulder. I am eighteen, and I have to say that things have always been like this. My family was plain weird from the start, actually. Starting with my dad.

Fox Mulder was ...is, an FBI agent. One of those that people that you couldn't get rid off and that were always finding something you didn't want them to. Yes, he was a person that would put his nose into people's affairs, specially when it came to the paranormal. If someone told him that he had seen aliens and they were friendly enough... they would soon become part of the family.

When my mother met him, he was even crazier. Dana Scully, a successful doctor that wasted a promising career in medicine to hunt aliens with a crackpot partner that could have grown green antennae at any moment. And I think that was the result of... me.

Actually, me and my spookiness. Since I was born, I have seen the oddest people enter my house. And while my mother was always ready to shoot anyone who grew tentacles and drove a space ship, my father would absolutely adore them and believe them.

It's funny that when he was at the FBI academy he owed the nickname 'Spooky'. I had been called that since I started going to kindergarten. It had something to do with my ability to move things just thinking about it. Telekinesis, to be exact.

So you see... being strange it's something like a tradition here. My sisters could be a good example of that. But I will speak about the biggest freaks later- I say freaks with a hint of brotherly love, of course.

Today I start my last school year. As ever, I head downstairs to grab something to eat. Did I mention that on my way out of my room I trip over that monster cat that my sisters have? I always do. That thing hates me. I think the girls called him Satan.

Very appropriate.

''Hello, Mom.'' I say, dropping my notes-filled bag on the kitchen counter.

''Hi, Will.'' She says, and hands me a plate with a piece of cake and a glass of orange juice. If it weren't for my mother, this house would be a lunatic asylum. I think she is the only sane person in here. ''Ready to go to school? Oh, I have that book you needed on top of the table, I got it for you.''

I smile widely in thankfulness and turn to sit at the table. And there it is...Ta da! 'The Universe in a Nutshell', by Stephen Hawkins. I love physics. I turn to look at Mom again, and I see that she is happy because I am happy too.

I have always been told that I resemble her. The same big blue eyes, the red hair, the pale skin and the freckles... But then again, I am tall and lean. I think that's the only thing I share with my father: a couple of points in the genetic code.

Mom is already dressed, even if it's pretty early. She is properly clad in a black business suit, ready to head to work very soon. It's incredible how she managed to work, remain pretty and keep us all together.

I am already dressed too. Let me say something about myself... I am pretty organized. I have a well-structured day. Every morning, I know where I have to go. Like Mom, actually. But she says that the best thing about having plans is that you have the chance to change them. That maybe fate will lead you somewhere you never thought you'd be.

That sounded more like something my dad would say. But hey, I thought that as well. My room was crowded with posters of rock groups, tidy and clean. I wore most of the time jeans, a plain t-shirt and maybe that leather jacket that I found cool, if the day was cold. I never worried about being the center of attention.

My sisters did that for me.

Yes, plural. If one of them hadn't been bad enough, it was two. Two freaks, not one. They descended the staircase of our house at the same time. The scariest thing about them, was that they acted at the same time. Speaking, moving... they seemed to have one mind, in the sense that even if they were different, they always knew what the other was thinking.

Or worse. They knew what I was thinking.

My sisters were fifteen now, three years younger than me. And they were... a real pain. I know that most brothers and sisters say that about their younger siblings, but for me, it was so real. I wanted to be normal, hide what I could do that made me different.

But those two...they never missed a chance to make me see how different I was.

''Hello Will.'' Samatha said.

''Hello, Mom.'' Melissa continued.

Sam and Mel were so similar that sometimes it was difficult to distinguish them, even for us, that were their family. But thankfully for us, they dressed and behaved differently. Whenever they tried to trick us into thinking one was the other, they succeeded, though.

Samantha's eyes were darkly painted, and her skin was pretty pale. Her long chocolate hair remained in a long braid most of the time. The paleness was because she had refused to come to the beach with the rest of us on holidays for two years. She said that the sun would ruin her paleness. It was no surprise that she was into the goth style of clothing and that her favorite band was Evanescence. She was a crazy punk kid, in my opinion. But lovely... we'd play computer games together on holidays.

Oh yeah, and I taught her some self-defense that she could use if she was being bullied at school. When mom trained me for that, she said: ''Just in self defense.'' And I did as she told me. A shame that Sam decided to whoop someone's ass every time that she found something unfair.

Mel, on the other hand, was sweeter and happier. Still as spooky, but in a less aggressive way, if you know what I mean. She was often dressed in flowing colorful dresses that would touch the floor, and have her long coffee hair-just like her sister's, or maybe a bit lighter- was pinned up in a medieval-ish style. Her favorite singer was Michelle Branch... and I was thankful that at least her lyrics were not as out-freaking as the Heavy Metal ones that Sam listened to.

Mel would be the one at home that would listen to me for hours and would not comment while I ranted (unlike everyone else) and would give me a wise advise when I had finally calmed down after talking.

I had to defend my sisters at school a couple of times. Since they entered the high school, people kept calling them witches. I knew they were different: different like me. Things that happened seemed to be caused by them , and I really started to think that they did witchcraft myself.

But I knew that, even if they did it, they would not hurt anyone... would they? Just like I decided to get stuck to Mom because I was mostly like her, the twins had stuck to dad. Dad believed them, and they believed him.

My parents rarely mentioned anything about their job, in something called 'The X Files', and that was related to the unexplained phenomena. I didn't want to hear much about that. But the twins did research for my dad for hours, and even had poked their noses into my parents' work when they were not looking.

When one day Sam came up with an alien theory during dinner, my mother dropped her fork. It was for her a genuine surprise that Sam had read something that they were working in, and understood it. Even better: could join the pieces of a case just like her and dad would.

I smiled at them as they say down at the table by me. I watched for a moment the silver five-edged silver stars that they wore as a pendant. Mel had told me that if the odd edge pointed up, it was a protection magic symbol. They had both gotten it from my father when they were starting to walk.

I, on the other hand, had a long chain with a small golden cross that my grandmother Margaret presented me with when I turned ten. I had not taken it off ever since. Maybe it was a sign that the whole family wore a symbol of some sort? My mother had a golden cross too...

Then again, my father didn't.

I shook my head as I mused all of this. Yes, my family was strange. Only some people more than others. And I hoped that the Spooky kids tradition at the FBI was going to be over with an exception...

A about this same date the previous year, my youngest sister had been born. For me, it was the hope of having a proof that not everyone in my family inherited the weirdness. Sigh. But it was too soon to know, my mother said with a slight smile.

Just as I thought about my family and my situation- something that was like New Year's resolution, since I did it every first day of a new school year- the last members of my family appeared.

Sam gulped down her glass of milk and rushed to meet my dad and the baby. Mel smiled from where she was sitting and waited for them to get to us.

''Morning, people.'' Dad greeted.

The oddest thing about my parents, is that they had not changed much over the years. I had seen pictures of them and... well, the change had not been that big, you know. Almost unnoticeable. Another of the mysteries in my family?

Now everyone was fully dressed, ready to go to school work... or the nursery, in the baby's case., I decided to announce something that I had been afraid to tell everyone before. With spooky families, you never know how they are going to react.

''Mom...''I started. ''I started going out with someone last week.''

''That's good ,Will.'' Mom said, as she handed dad a mug of coffee. ''What's her name? Have we met her?''

Uh-huh, the FBI interrogatory had just started. I decided to feed her all the information that she required and let one of the twins change topic. Or maybe turn the attention to the baby! Yes, that always worked.

''Her name is Christine. I met her in the library when I went shopping for this year's books. She said my name sounded familiar, and it turned out we were both in the list of pupils at the same class this year.''

Mom nodded and smiled slightly. That meant that there wouldn't be many more questions today. Then I turned to look at the baby, who was still in my father's arms as he struggled to put the mug of coffee on that table. Mel, being the kind soul she is, did it for him.

''How's Karen?'' I asked, looking at the baby. She had big, hazel-ish eyes that she seemed to share with one of my aunts, according to my mother. Her hair was reddish like mine, only a bit darker...and she was pretty bald now anyway to be able to tell how her hear would be.

''Karen is fine.'' Dad said, and made the baby look at me with her big eyes. ''Come on, tell Will you are ok.'' He snickered as the baby let out a senseless blabber that was clearly directed to me. ''See? She just explained you that she's been rudely awaken by me.''

''Something we've got in common.'' Sam alleged. The twins loved to sleep, so it was Dad who usually woke them up. Mel nodded with a grin as she finished her tea.

''Mom, Sam and I have to get going.'' She said, as both twins rose from their seats. They kissed Mum and Dad in the cheeks, then the baby... and finally turned to me. While Mel gave me a slight hug and disappeared through the door, Mel kicked my chair on her way out with a giggle.

She almost made me choke on the juice, and she knew. That was probably why she laughed. Dad looked at his watch.

''You still have some time, girls.''

''We know.'' Sam said, as they both poked their heads back into the kitchen, with their bags over their shoulders, ready to go. ''We've got something to do first with our friends.''

''We wanted to set up a protection spell over the school before the year started, and we want to be there to gather what we need.'' Mel added with a smile. ''See you all.''

As they headed to the door, I noticed that Mom's eyes were unusually open. She looked at Dad and for a moment I thought that she'd whack him over the head.

''Was it you who taught them that, Mulder?''

''I'm not responsible for that.'' He defended himself. ''They learnt that all on their own, Scully. Promise.''

And yet more crankiness. After years of marriage, they still called each other by the surname. When I asked them once about it, they said that they had gotten so used to it that they forgot to change the way of calling the other.

I shook my head at them. My mother seemed to take a deep breath and shrug. She did that when she knew it would be useless trying to rationalize something that someone in the family did and that she didn't particularly like.

''I will ask them about that later...'' My mother mused, more to herself than to us.

''You let them call their cat Satan.''

''You got them that beast on the first place.'' My mother replied. ''And... I'm not sure how you did it, but it seemed the cat had chosen its own name.'' See? I thought that too. Satan didn't seem to like anyone in the family but the twins... and maybe Karen, in a few years.

My dad stiffed a laugh and sat Karen on his lap. I think she was given that name because of the first case they had solved, something to do with someone called Karen Swanson... or something. I rarely listened to anything that didn't start with ''Science has proved that..''

What I didn't know was that all of my beliefs were going to change very soon...