Things Unsaid

Part 2

by Trycee

Time-Line: Season 7: Closure. This is told from Scully's perspective. Mulder learns more about his mother, Teena, after her funeral from her relatives.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-files, this is written for fun, not profit.

***I APOLOGIZE THAT IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS. MY DAUGHTER CUT THE LAPTOP CORD ON THANKSGIVING DAY BY MISTAKE AND I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL I GOT PAID TO BUY ANOTHER ONE.

It was a few days before Mulder could began to make arrangements for our trip to visit the 'Family'. He of course was awarded all of his mother's property, which along with his father's was extensive. Samantha wasn't even mentioned in his mother's will, which signaled to Mulder that she knew all along that Samantha was not alive. I stayed by his side, which is what he wanted, as he closed her accounts and paid the last of her bills, and we closed the house-up with plastic over the furniture for him to deal with at another time.

So here we were standing in the Gunmen's Liar and I would bring some air refreshner if I thought it would help with the smell. It was a mixture of stale air, moldy food, and old beer. It was worst than Mulder's apartment in which I've grown accustomed too and even secretly enjoyed. His was a purely male smell, Mulder's smell, along with a few smells that weren't so pleasant, but the Gunmen's Liar was much worst than Mulder's bachelor pad. I was sure that Byers cleaned but I knew that Langley and Froehike didn't and so his efforts were lost. I was standing near a table that fortunately wasn't sticky, since sitting was nearly out of the question here, even though they'd offered me a seat several times. I always declined. Mulder was busy listening to the Gunmen as they hashed out plans. They'd found information on Tom Kuipers. I had zoned out so now I needed to get myself together and listen before Mulder noticed that I hadn't been listening.

"So, what kind of medical facility is it?", Mulder questioned.

Byers, Langely and Froehike looked at each other and then back to Mulder. "Abortion Clinic," Froehike finally spoke.

Mulder locked eyes with me and I knew what he was thinking. I nodded to him that I understood. "We're gonna need you to check out the facility while Scully and I visit with the 'Family'."

The Gunmen looked at me and I peeked up. What?, I thought to myself.

"Scully," Mulder said, and I was immediately drawn to his deep hazel eyes that swirled and shifted colors with his moods.

"Yes?", I said, captivated.

"I know it was hard the first time pretending to be my wife," he said and I was dumbstruck. Hard? It was pure torture. "But, I think playing up the couple thing will work again this time. This Tom Kuipers thinks you're my girlfriend already..."

I opened my mouth but words did not come out. I have to pretend to love you and touch you again...Oh God! Pure Torture, again! I could see the Gunmen and Mulder staring at me and I just nodded and forced out, "Okay."

Froehike I noticed looked sick to his stomach. "Don't you touch her!", he said, throwing up his finger in Mulder's face.

Mulder slapped his hand away. "Look, get to Cleveland quickly. I want you to set up outside of the Cuyahoga Women's Clinic asap. "

The Gunmen began to pack up equipment. I looked to Mulder and saw that he was watching me. I questioned him with my eyes and he reached out for my hand. His hand slid into mine so easily. I almost sighed at the contact but managed to hold it in. "Come on, Scully. We need to get ready for our flight to Cleveland."

I nodded. His hand slipped from mine and I wished I could have that moment back but it was gone. Mulder stopped at my apartment and I packed quickly. I grabbed some of his clothes from his stint at my apartment after his mother had died. This was the first time either of us had been back and I managed to get his stuff packed away too. He carried our bags down to the car and then we were off to the airport.

Gates Mill, Ohio

Gates Mill was a tiny nine mile long village that was absolutely stunning. We were in a picturesque country town with the beautifully tree-lined streets of the tiny village with houses that were set far back off the roads, a beautiful lake and an impressive campus of the Gilmour Academy that we passed by on our drive. Every driveway had dense trees with homes that were unviewable from the road. It was pretty but bewildering as we drove through the tiny nine mile town to turn back around, lost. Mulder looked at me and I shrugged. Without visiable benchmarks from the off-set homes and businesses, I had no landmarks to distinguish whether we were driving in a circle or not. Finally, we found the road that lead to Tom Kuiper's home. We drove the long windy pathway until we came to the brick A-Framed home. I was sure the other photos that Mulder had found that they must have been Tom's summer or a vacation homes. This home was modest-looking from the front but extended out on each direction. It had a four car garage and a wrap around deck as well. I walked up the stairs behind Mulder and just as he neared the door, it swung open. It was either Tom Jr or Corbin, I didn't know which one.

He extended a hand to Mulder and then shook my hand as well. "Welcome," which every one said.

When we entered, there was an entry way, decorated with gold framed paintings by Metsu and other Dutch painters from the Gallery stamp on the frames. I looked around as we by passed that Grand staircase from the photo to go to a large dining area with a Mahogany dining table with a twisted rope design and leather top. Seated in one of the matching chairs was an elderly woman in her eighties or nineties who appeared to have health problems from what I surmised at first glance. Next to her was Tom's wife, Janet who was smiling warmly. She was dressed neatly in a multi-colored silk blouse with a black sweater and black slacks. I smiled at her briefly but then turned my attention back to Tom who shook Mulder's hand. "Welcome to our home and your's," he said. "Did you know this is the home your mother grew up in?"

Mulder was distant as he stared at the man, profiling him, I was sure. I spoke up to cover for Mulder's awkward glare. "It's lovely," I said, looking around.

Tom motioned for Mulder to walk a few steps over to the elderly woman who smiled though her body shook slightly from Multiple Scelerosis, I was sure. She extended a withered hand to Mulder. "Fox," she said, in a wispy voice. "Do you know who I am?"

I walked up to Mulder's side, my hand resting on his arm lightly. He sighed and shook his head, "No," he said, in a small voice.

"I'm your grandmother," she said and both I and Mulder gasped. "I'm your grandmother Saskia Kuipers," she said, with a slight Dutch accent.

A tear formed in Mulder's eyes as he smiled and shook her hand. He hugged her tightly but then pulled away and looked at me and I knew that meant that it was something else we had to check about. Tom's two sons were smiling as they looked at us. Mulder leaned closer to me as he stood in front of his grandmother and I held his arm even tighter, letting him know I was there for him.

"I last saw you when you were just a baby," Saskia spoke. "You're mother grew up here," she said, in a shaking voice, pointing around. "I have photos of her as a girl. Would you like to see them?"

The tear fell down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. "Yes," he answered.

Tom motioned for us to follow him into a seating room. I looked back to see his two sons and his wife helping up Saskia. When Tom turned with his back to us I searched with my eyes the back of his neck. I didn't see a green bulge that might indicate that he was a hybrid. I hoped that this wasn't a cruel trick. I didn't think he would bounce back from it this time if it were.

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