The Babysitting Conspiracy pearlydewdrop

Summary:

Who better to look after four year old William when Mulder and Scully go out for dinner than The Lone Gunmen.

Notes:

A/N: Yes, I know that The Gunmen were dead by the time William was this age but I really couldn't resist writing this.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:


The Babysitting Conspiracy.

"Do you really think that the boys will be able to manage William?", Scully asked turning from the mirror on their dressing table to face Mulder. It was the first night in quite a long time that they had considered going anywhere outside of work without their son. For years it had just been the two of them, working together and protecting each other but ever since William was born, the little boy had transformed their lives, becoming the third leg of the stool, a member of their team of three.

"Don't worry, Scully". Mulder said, sitting fully dressed in a nicer than usual shirt and a dark pair of jeans on the edge of the bed, waiting for his partner to finish getting ready. He watched as she squirmed, trying to get pull the zip on her dress upwards, he watched for a while, amused before coming up behind her to help with the issue. Mulder zipped up the dress the rest of the way, placing a peck at the back of Scully's neck when the task was complete.

"Not now, Mulder", she said sternly, wriggling her neck out from under Mulder's lips and turning in his embrace to face him. "I'm being serious here. I'm worried about leaving William with The Gunmen".

Usually if they were ever going somewhere that they couldn't take William they would have left him with Scully's mother or with John and Monica. But this weekend Maggie had gone to visit Charlie and his family in Florida and John and Monica were meeting Mulder and Scully for dinner, having left their now almost three year old son, Lee Doggett with Monica's parents who were visiting from Mexico City and wanted some time with their grandson.

At the end of the day it was either The Gunmen or Scully's older brother Bill and his wife Tara. Mulder had point blank refused to leave William with Bill and Tara due to his own differences with the man not to mention Mulder long winded rant on how spending too much time with the eldest of Scully's siblings would leave William with a lasting effect on his personality. Scully had reluctantly agreed.

Scully sighed, pulling out of her partner's embrace and leading him back towards their bed.

Mulder pouted slightly before sitting back on the mattress."The guys love Will and he loves them. They'll be fine".

Scully sighed, she knew that part was true. The Lone Gunmen really did care about William. They went as far as checking his nursery every week when he was younger for bugs or any other possible types of high-tech surveillance devices.

William on the other hand went as far as to call the three men his uncles. In the last four years The Gunmen had gone from being super eccentric and paranoid conspiracy theorists to being part time Uncle Hicky, Uncle Langy and Uncle Byers to Mulder and Scully's son.

"I know that but it doesn't mean that I have no reason to be worried. The Gunmen aren't the most responsible people in the universe when it comes to other people or themselves, now image a kid thrown into the mix. I still think I should have got Tara to look after William".

Mulder sighed, squeezing Scully's hand. "Don't worry you already have more food prepared then William would be likely to eat in a week so there's no chance of him getting poisoned by Frohike's cooking. There's spare batteries under the sink in case any of his toys go dead and I changed him into his PJs before helping him with his bath", he chuckled slightly before adding. "And I made sure that they left any adult movies that they might bring over at home".

Scully rolled her eyes slightly, feigning indifference even though Mulder knew her well enough to see she was visibly relaxing at his words. "That makes me feel loads better. William's got food, toys, The Gunmen and a mother who knows her four year old son isn't watching porn with his father's friends", Scully said sarcastically.

Mulder wrapped his arm around her, with a slight chuckle. "He'll be okay. I know you're worried but with genes like his, our boy will do just fine with The Gunmen".

Scully smiled despite herself. "Thanks, Mulder", she reached up, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Mulder quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Not so fast, partner",he mumbled before pulling her towards him once again, their lips meeting more passionately this time in perfect synchronisation. Scully involuntarily found herself moaning into his mouth as her free hand came up to tangle in her partner's short but thick brown hair.

Mulder smiled goofily. "Enjoying yourself , Scully", he asked, their lips still brushing each others.

"Shut up and kiss me , Mulder", she told him. He grinned deviously. "Anytime, Scully", he was just about to lean downward to capture her lips once again before a small voice piped up from the doorway.

"Mummy! Daddy! When are Uncle Hicky, Langy and Byers coming over".

The brown haired little boy stood by the door, tall for his age and dressed in bright blue Star Wars pyjamas with his favourite plush toy tucked protectively under his arm, Ronnie the Reticulan, a toy William had had since his first birthday. His hair was an adorable mess atop his head due to the fact his father had towel dried it earlier.

Scully quickly straightened Mulder's shirt and flattened her own hair as their son approached them, plopping down between his parents on the bed.

"The Gunmen will be here soon, William", Scully told him before reaching across to straighten William's floppy hair. The boy was currently going thorough a faze where he would let anyone cut his hair no matter how much she tried to convince him otherwise. "You need a hair cut, baby boy", she told him affectionately.

William shook his head vigorously. "No way, Mummy. No scissors! I don't trust them!"./p Scully threw Mulder the look that bluntly stated to him. 'He's definitely your son'.

Mulder chuckled, ruffling their son's hair. "He's got your stubbornness, Scully", he told her seemingly convinced as a response to her unspoken statement.

Scully scoffed, "You're the headstrong one, Mulder".

Mulder looked between her and William wondering for the millionth time how he got so lucky.

"I guess we know why he has it by the bucket then".

William looked between his father and mother, confused. "What's stubness", he asked struggling slightly with the new word.

"Stubbornness", Scully corrected gently at the bewildered looking child. "It means that you should do what your daddy and I tell you, okay, Will".

William nodded again before scrambling into his father's lap. Mulder looked down at him, amused. "You comfortable there, Will?", he asked.

The boy nodded once again, squirming on his side to face his father. William studied Mulder's face for a second before giggling. "Daddy, why are you wearing Mummy's lipstick?". He reached up with his pyjamas sleeve, rubbing the makeup off of his father's face.

Mulder looked down at William confused for a second before it dawned on him when he noticed Scully's slightly smudged lipstick. He wiggled his eyebrows at the little boy making him giggle once again, "You think it's a good colour for me?".

William chuckled, sliding off of Mulder's lap and reaching towards his mother but not before turning to his father once again with a parting comment. "You're silly, daddy".

Scully laughed, lifting William on to her knee. He wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his head against her, still looking from one of his parents to the other , wearing the same amused expression.

"He is silly, isn't he William?", Scully asked with a smile. The little boy nodded once again, so violently that his whole body shook in agreement. "Very silly".

Mulder looked between the two of them, feigning outrage. "Are you guys ganging up on me?". They laughed, William's little head now swinging from side to side with glee.

Mulder gently poked William on the nose as Scully started bouncing the giggling little boy on her knee. William had started chanting happily to the rhythm of his movements upwards and downwards. "Silly Daddy! Silly Daddy! Silly Daddy!".

Mulder once again faked offence at his son's antics. "I thought we Mulder men had to stick together, Will".

William smiled toothily up at his father, his bright blue eyes shining with mischief. Not for the first time Mulder found himself studying William's facial features. Even now as a small child he resembled Scully and Mulder so much. He was the perfect mixture of the two of them and in moments like these when Mulder was being accused of being 'silly' by his not yet four year old son that it became clear to Mulder just how alike his two favourite people in the world are.

Scully smiled, watching her boys. Her soul mate and her miracle. No matter how much they had been through in the last thirteen year it was all worth it because every decision that was made, every road taken had lead here and she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Here with them was the only place she could ever imagine herself now, a place she never expected to find herself when she first walked into that basement office in the early nineties.

"We love you really, Mulder. Don't we William?".

William nodded, giggling again and hugging Ronnie the Reticulan tighter against his chest. "Course we loves daddy".

Mulder smiled as he watched the two people who meant the whole world to him. Maybe after everything was said and done the truth wasn't to be found on some unseen plain, or in some obscure government conspiracy or allusive extra-terrestrial who's existence was continously being covered up by a bunch of sixty something year old smokers, maybe the truth was always in them. Maybe it was always in family and always in love, because there is no truer truth than love and in the peace that come with living in peace with your family.

Their lives would never be perfect but in having each other they would find some way to be happy even though that meant facing The trials and tribulations that were most certainly in the future.

After almost half a lifetime of searching for the truth Mulder had found it, in Scully and in William.

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After thirty minutes or so The Lone Gunmen promptly entered the living room after having being let into the house by Mulder. The three men came inside carrying a handful of Star Wars DVDS and a boxset of Star Trek episodes, insisting that William had to "acquire a good taste to grow up right".

William ran to greet his three uncles. Byers reached down to give him a quick hug while Frohike was already having trouble lifting up the little boy but did so anyway. "Hey Kid", he said gruffly, "I bet you're gonna have passed out your mom by the time you're ten years old". William laughed, hugging his uncle around the neck.

"Don't go giving him ideas", Scully yelled from the kitchen, her voice and Mulder's chuckling in responce echoing out into the hall. Byers headed towards the kitchen to talk to Mulder and Scully.

"I guess it's the Mulder genes", Langly said before smirking, "Mulder could have practically spit the kid out". The long haired man ruffled William's hair and raised his clenched fist to the small boy who promptly bumped it with his own.

William looked up at the last remaining Gunman, confused. "What's genes, Uncle Hicky".

Frohike stretched downwards to be at eyelevel with the curious three and a half year old, thinking how to best phrase his answer without his head being eaten off by Scully once she had found out that her son had been told something he was still far too young to know.

"It's what your Mom and Dad gave you when they made you", Frohike answered carefully, tasting the words as they left his mouth. 'That's surely safe enough', he thought triumphantly.

William's eyes widened comically. "Mummy and Daddy made me, how they do that?".

'Shit', Frohike thought to himself. 'This kid bloody well picks up on everything', he thought to himself'. How the hell was he going to get out of this one.

"That's right, kid but that's not a question for now. You've got to wait until hair starts growing on a certain body part in your pants".

William still looked confused, his head tilted all the way sideways. "You mean my legs, Uncle Hicky".

Frohike decided then that it was best to keep his mouth shut and go with the three year old's logic on what was in his pants. "That's right, kid. God, you'd give your parents a run for their money with the amount of questions you come up with", Frohike commented with a smile.

The little boy giggled before it dawned upon him to tell his uncle what he had witnessed earlier. A mischievous smile spread out on William's face, his eyes alight.

"Guess what, Uncle Hicky? Daddy was wearing Mummy's lipstick today", he told Frohike, excitement etched in his features as he started to bound up and down in Frohike's arms at which point the man dropped him back on the floor.

"Really, kid", Frohike asked, amused. Of course the boy had caught his parents getting it on. "We better not let your Dad get all girly on us, wearing lipstick and all".

William nodded his head in agreement.

"Wanna go tease him about it".

"Let's go, Uncle Hicky", William cheered, following his uncle into the kitchen to his parents and the other Gunmen.


Notes:

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There might be a second chapter if anyone's interested.