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AN: Hello everyone! This is my first X-Files fic! I hope you like it!

Connections

"Mama, where's my bag?" seven-year-old Layla yelled to her mother.

"Layla Marie, what have I told you about yelling?" her mother asked in reply.

"Not to do it, but sometimes it's easier to yell. You and Daddy yell all the time," Layla replied.

"Well, that will be remedied considering that your baby brother or sister will be born soon," her mother said.

"It's a boy. He's my brother," Layla said with her hands on her hips.

"That's what you keep saying. We'll see when he or she is born," her mother replied.

"Mama, why are you having a shower for him out in the living room? Showers are for the bathroom," Layla said.

"This kind of shower is different. It's for girls. They can share things with the pregnant mommy," her mother replied.

"Oh, so that's why daddy isn't here," Layla said. Her mother laughs at her tone.

"Alright, get your things together so we can get you off to school," her mother replied.

Layla gathered her things and her mother walked her to school.

At home, Dana Scully prepared for her upcoming baby showering. Her mother was there to help her and was nagging her about whether the baby was going to be a boy or girl. That was when a knock came from the door. She looked at her watch.

"We told people noon right?" she asked her mother.

Her mother smiled and went to answer the door.

Layla walked into her class, ready to begin her day. She loved school. Her favorite subject was science and she wanted to grow up to study medicine like her mother had. Her mother, Dana Scully, was an FBI agent as well as a medical doctor. She wasn't her biological daughter just like her dad wasn't her biological dad.

She was adopted when she was five. She loved her parents though and they loved her. They had a connection when they first met. It was like she was who they had spent their whole lives searching for.

She thought about when they had first met.

Layla was sitting on the edge of her bed as she heard her mother and father screaming down the hall about something. She was scared and hid underneath her bed. She heard footsteps coming her way and then she heard her father yell at whoever it was to leave her alone. That's when her dad shouted for her to run. She got up and went to her window.

They had practiced fire safety in their house so there was a rope ladder attached to her window just in case. She through open her window as best she could and tossed the ladder down.

She heard her mother scream for her father and then a squishing sound and then a thud. That's when she heard her father yell and then another squishing sound and another thud. She stood rooted in the spot she was in, terrified of what lay beyond her closed bedroom door.

She heard the footsteps again and the doorknob rattled as whoever it was turned it. Her door opened slowly and a shadow of something was cast on her floor. She gasped and began to breathe harder. It stepped into her room. She screamed and it acted like she had set it on fire. It turned and left the room quickly. She was still frozen in that spot when the neighbors came to see what was going on.

She spoke to no one as police went through the house. She wouldn't look at anyone either. It was like she was in a trance. Everything moved in slow motion. One policeman bent down to look at her and said something, but she couldn't hear him. He reached over and tried to pick her up, but she started screaming and just kept screaming.

"What's going on here?" said a female voice outside her door.

She stopped screaming and looked at her doorway. A lady stood there. She had red hair and was wearing a black suit. Layla looked at this woman and felt a pull from her.

"I was going to take her to get checked out in the ambulance downstairs ma'am, but when I went to pick her up, she started screaming," the policeman said.

"I'll take care of it," she said and waved the cop off. He nodded and left the room. That's when another man came in behind the woman. She stopped him from going closer, and he looked at her and then at Layla.

"Layla?" the lady said. Layla looked at her."Hi, my name is Agent Scully and this is my partner, Agent Mulder," she said. Pointing to herself and then to the man.

"We're here to find out what happened to your mommy and daddy," Mulder said, "Did you see anything?"

Layla stared at the two and felt so safe. She left her spot and ran to Scully. She wrapped her arms around the woman's small waist. Scully wrapped her arms around the child. Layla pulled back and reached for Scully to pick her up which she did. Layla laid her head on Scully's shoulder and put her thumb in her mouth, a habit she had yet to be broken of no matter how hard her parents had tried.

Scully looked to Mulder and he gave her a small smile. He knew about her want to have children, but knew that it was physically impossible as she had been diagnosed barren. The two of them looked like they fit together perfectly.

Over the next few days, they worked long and hard to find out what happened to Layla's parents. Layla had told them what she saw and how it reacted when she screamed. She opened up to them so quickly that it shocked everyone involved.

Mulder noticed how attached that Scully was getting and he noticed how attached he was getting. He knew that this would end in disaster for all parties involved once this case was closed and Layla was sent through the system and they were back in DC.

The day they had to leave they got a call from the case worker on Layla's case. Layla was screaming and crying and wouldn't move from the bed she had in one of their group homes. She told them that Layla had bit the lady in charge and that if anyone came near her she would scream and yell.

Scully looked at Mulder with this heartbreaking look and he felt his walls crumble. He knew that there was no way that they were going back to DC without this little girl. They told the case worker they'd be there in a little bit and got into the car.

A few minutes later and Layla was sitting on her bed glaring at the people who stared at her. Anyone who came close to try and pick her up she would scream and try to bite them. She didn't feel safe and she was afraid. Someone tried again to pick her up and she screamed loudly.

"Leave her be," said a familiar voice.

Layla turned and saw Scully and Mulder. She stopped screaming, got down and ran to Scully who lifted her into her arms.

"Can we go home now?" Layla asked. Scully looked at Mulder.

"Yeah, let's go home," he replied. They filled out the paper and then Layla was theirs.

Layla smiled at the memory. She was happy to find them. She sat down at her desk when she heard footsteps coming up behind her.

"Hey, look, it's rent-a-kid!" said a nasally, harsh voice which belonged to the school bully Kyle.

"Leave me alone Kyle," Layla said glaring at him.

In the past years, Kyle has been in all her classes. Every chance he got he would tease her about being adopted.

"Or what? You'll get your parents to arrest me?" Kyle said and his entourage chuckled along with him, "Maybe your creepy father will do the honors!"

That drew Layla out of her seat and into a defensive stance. She glared at the older boy.

"My father isn't creepy. At least he is still with my mom," Layla said.

Kyle and his group stopped laughing. He stepped up to her.

"What did you say?" he growled. Layla stood her ground.

"You heard me. At least my parents are still together," Layla said.

Kyle reached out and pushed Layla down. Layla got her feet when she heard a voice in her head.

"Don't do it," it said. It was a boy's voice.

"Why not?" she thought back.

"You'll get in trouble," he said.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You'll meet me later," he said, "Right now, walk away."

"But…"she said.

"Just do it," he said.

She turned around and walked away. Kyle looked shocked and so did his group.

"Hey, we ain't done!" Kyle snapped. He walked up to push her again when the teacher walked in and caught him by the shirt.

"Kyle Bernard," she said, "You do not hit little girls!"

"She's not a girl! She's a rent-a-kid and a freaky one!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Alright, that's it! I'm calling your mother," she said.

"Aw, Ms. G, please don't!" Kyle said with fear in his tone.

"Ms. G, I'm fine," Layla said, "You don't have to call his mom."

"Layla, are you sure?" she asked. Layla nodded. "Okay."

She let go of his t-shirt and got her class to sit in their seats. For the rest of the day, Kyle watched Layla closely.

TBC...

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