She feels as if she has been walking forever. Two hours, ten hours, two days, a week, a year. But she can't bring herself to stop. No. She has dreamt about this moment her whole life, and now she has a lead; and she will not stop until she sees for herself if this lead is what she wanted for a very, very long time. She must admit, though, that it wasn't easy. For two years she had tried to contact them, and she wasn't going to give up.
The road was long and endless. The long and winding road. She chuckled lightly and hummed that song, hugging herself to keep warm on this cold, January afternoon.
Suddenly, she saw another road to her left and she felt nervous, those stinking butterflies in her stomach more intense than ever. Her breaths are short and fast and she realizes she has quickened her pace, almost running. As she turns left, she swallows nervously and pulls her black hoodie down, her long, brown hair falling from the messy bun she had quickly done.
Reaching the house in the middle of nowhere she swears she can hear the angry cries from a baby. Shit. This definitely isn't it. She starts turning around, but ultimately decides to go with her gut and at least knock on the door and find out if this is where she's supposed to be or not.
Only one car is in the driveway — a freaking Mustang, no less — so she supposes that he's the only one home. Never mind. Just knock on the door anyway.
Reaching the steps to the house, she takes one last look at the Mustang and rolls her eyes. Mid life crisis for sure.
She starts walking up the steps and reaches the door. The baby still cries.
Okay. Deep breath.
Knock, knock.
The baby's cries grow louder and louder as the footsteps towards the door get closer.
A man in his 50's holding a baby in a white, long sleeved onesie with an alien in the middle answers. "Can I help you?"
"Uh... I'm not sure if I have the correct address, I think I don't. Is this the Mulder residence?" She anwers quickly, her voice shaky.
The man bounces the baby to try to get her to stop crying and with a slightly annoyed look answers, "Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"
She's speechless. After all these years, she found them. After years of suffering, the thought of them was the only thing that got her through it, and she was finally here. Her eyes are wide, wide open as she struggles to find words. Yet, he waits for her to speak first.
Finally, she does. "Oh, my God. And are you Mulder? Fox Mulder?"
The baby's cries have calmed down by now, but haven't stopped. He sighs, looks at the baby and then at her. "Yes, I am. Who's asking?"
She smiles relieved. "Oh my God. You have no idea how long I've been looking for you." Her left hand flies to her chest as if to stop her heart from beating at full speed. She stands up straight and speaks again. "Um... I'm looking for Dana Scully. Is she here?"
The baby stops crying and starts patting Mulder's cheeks. He looks at her, narrowing her eyes. "She's at the grocery store. I'm sorry, who are you?" He asks intrigued, as if he's figured it out.
She swallows the huge lump in her throat and takes a deep, shaky breath. "I'm her daughter." Mulder stares at her speechless.
She smiles. "I'm Emily."
