He's got the corner of his exercise book lifted to a random page, doodling his usual. A woman's face. Oval in shape. A longish and pointed nose. Porcelain skin, a single freckle under the left of her nose. Thin eyebrows, fair but sharp. Red lips curved into a toothless smile that still reaches her eyes. Eyes just like his and the hair. Reddish, perhaps Auburn is a better descriptor, a distinct feature inherited by he and Scully 3 and 5 but not 4 or Emily. Theirs was light brown, hers slightly more golden but he liked to imagine that's what his fathers looked like if in fact his father had any left, he'd be 54 this year. He was older than the other dads especially considering he has a 3 year old little sister. He began drawing him in behind her.

"William Van de Kamp what did I just say?"

Repeating her, word for word, she muttered, "Hmm." With her brow furrowed she continued, "Don't let me catch you dazing again."

There were times (few though they may be) that William was almost grateful for the effects of the experiments performed on him. He lazed back in the chair as he used the side of his pencil to define the long nose he had inherited. Being able to tell his teachers what they wanted to hear was possibly the only up side. As she turned back to the whiteboard he couldn't tune out her rude comments about foster kids and lack of respect. He couldn't wait anymore. He would leave tonight.

As the sun was setting he collected all his artworks, articles, references everything he had, associated with his parents, into the folders he'd kept in his closet for this specific purpose. He handled each item with care. The only evidence he had of the events of his past. Events that made him the school laughing stock, that had him bounced around the system for the last 9 years and that caused enough "concern" to land him in a psychologists office.

The apartment was quiet, the bustle of the once busy suburban highway was all but gone. He left a note on the fridge knowing it wouldn't be found till morning, he needed the head start, William left the cramped apartment he'd been staying in for the past 2 months and the weirdo couple that were his 'carers'. He left the world of cover ups and lies in search of the one truth, his truth.

The night was cold in Virginia, the stars and moon the only light for what seemed like miles. Sometimes the isolation got to her but tonight she was content to sit on the porch and watch the first snow fall across the yard. Bundled under the blanket she put her tea to the side and pulled out an old rag doll, delicate stitching still intact but faded from years of neglect. She held the sad looking doll to her chest and cried. It was a heavy cry, one she hadn't seen in a long time, not since the fateful night at the beginning of spring in '02 when she said good bye to her son for the last time.

A light switched on in the room behind her and she composed herself as quickly and as best as she could. "Hi." A simple greeting was her undoing and she burst into tears. He reached for her instinctively and held her while she cried. There was a solid 10mins of hushed comforting words where the only word Scully could muster was "Emily."

It hurt him to see her like this. He knew what was wrong as soon as he realised she wasn't in bed next to him. The clock read 1 o clock, today was the 10th of November, Emily's 21st birthday. Or at least, it would have been. She had been so strong all day, he thought she may have forgotten the impending anniversary. She never really spoke about her, they only spoke about William when he brought it up, and every time he did a flicker of pain would shine behind her eyes, as if the grief was a fire that was slowly burning her insides.

"I only had her for two months, and 6 weeks of that she spent in a hospital. Why does this hurt so much?" She sobbed into his shirt.

"Because the day you saw her, your life changed. She made you a better person Scully, she makes you a better person. When you look at the kids at work and now, the ones in this case, you see her, you see William. They make you a better doctor, a better person just for loving them." She sobs gently into his shirt for a time. "You love them Scully. I love them. I only met Emily like 5 times and that little girl holds a firm grip on my heart. She always will." Neither of them went to work the next day. They just ordered pizza and watch old movies in bed holding the pieces of each other together.

Having spent many nights researching people by the name of DK Scully and constantly being told the information was 'classified' (William's least favourite word), he learnt to hack. To code and recode data to get around firewalls of even the most secure servers. By the time he was 11 he had made his way into the FBI mainframe and searched for DK Scully and found a hit. The picture was exactly as he remembered her. It told him Dana Katherine Scully had been an agent around the time of his birth and that she worked with a Fox William Mulder in a department known as the X Files. After a little more hacking he found the name of their superior who still works for the bureau.

The sun was shining but the wind nipped at his exposed face leaving his skin raw and red. Having arrived at the infamous J Edgar Hoovar building, William stood staring up the facade of this historic building, the halls of which his parents had walked. Steps he would now follow. He had a plan, simple though it may be, he hoped it would be enough.

He approached the information desk with confidence. "Hi."

"Is there something you wanted." The guards tone was short and strict like he'd seen this same situation go wrong a thousand times.

"Ah", he stuttered, surprised by the harshness of the mans voice.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked glaring down his nose at William.

"My cell died and I really need to get in contact with my god father, we were supposed to go out after school but something happened to my mom and I," he sighed heavily for emphasis, "I just really need to see him. Could you call him for me. He's assistant director Walter Skinner. You can just tell him it's William Scully." That seemed to have backfired. At the mention of Skinners name the guards seized up and William was escorted into an interrogation room where he was told to sit.

Bzzz buzz. The cell on his desk vibrated, he was in a meeting and asked not to be disturbed. He needed to convince these agents to come back to work. There were a collection of seemingly unrelated child abductions that needed their specialised expertise. Bzzz bzzz. His cell again. If he was interrupted he would loose them for sure.

"Look just answer,"

"its fine."

"We're not going anywhere."

The three exchanged a smile, filled with sorrow, regret and remorse.

"What." Skinners patience was often lacking when it came to the buildings security.

"Sorry to disturb you sir but there has been a security breach at the front desk. It concerns you sir. "There is a young boy here-"

"A boy. What is a boy gonna do?"

Uh I don't know sir. But no one is above suspicion. He's asking for you. He goes by the name of William Scully. Do you know him sir?"

Skinners jaw dropped, all the colour leaving his face. "I'll be right down." Hanging up the phone he returned to his meeting. "I can only keep him in custody for 24 hours before I have to release him. So hurry up and find some damn evidence." He scolded. "Do not leave this building. Not even for coffee, if you do I'll know about it." Stunned faces stared back at him. There is someone downstairs I need to see." He turned on his heel and left.

"Looks like someone was trying to renovate," Scully says as she bends to turn the desk chair upright, "poorly". She begins systematically straightening the room while Mulder stands frozen in the door way. Scully picks up his 'I want to believe' poster and hands it to him, inviting him in the room. Together they lift the desk to a standing position and breathe a sigh of relief as the room begins to resemble the place they once called home.

A small piece of paper in his shaking hands, an oversized visitor badge pinned to his t shirt, William followed the directions to a basement office where he would supposedly find them. The two people he had been dreaming of his whole life. He didn't think his heart would be able to handle any more nerves, but as the lift door opened his heart jumped to his throat. He took the final few steps the room Mr Skinner had marked X on his map and he saw the door was standing open, were they really just a few feet away? He rounded the corner and watched them as a pencil fell from the roof and hit the man, his father, on the head. His mother giggled and William smiled, he had waited so long to hear that. Tears rolled down Williams face, his whispered sob catching her attention.