Hey guys,

I think this is going to be a work in progress. I hope you all continue to enjoy it! This chapters pretty fluffy.

-Dru

I do not own Scully, Mulder, William, The X-Files or anything pertaining to them.

Chapter 2

"What does he do?"

Mulder was a little startled by the question. Langley's eyes were completely serious behind his glasses. Mulder had brought Will over to the visit the Lone Gunman while Scully went to see her mother and brother, Bill. Their night hadn't been completely stress-free.

Scully had fallen asleep in the rocking chair with Will still clutched tightly in her arms. Mulder had fallen asleep with his back against Will's toddler bed; his head nestled in a Spiderman pillow. Around 3 in the morning Will had awoken with a start, crying and beginning to fight as he struggled to remember where he was. Mulder and Scully were jolted out of sleep.

"Its okay buddy," Mulder elevated his voice in order to contend with Will's screams. Scully was unsure of what to do, seemingly frozen as the toddler thrashed around in her arms. Mulder gently took Will from her. "It's okay. It's just daddy remember? Daddy."

Will regressed a little, pulling violently away from Mulder and throwing himself back into Scully's arms. He was still crying and continued for about 3 more minutes before abruptly stopping and seeming to fall right back to sleep. Mulder stood in a shocked silence for a minute as Scully stood up, gently easing Will into bed.

"What…"

"I think it was something resembling a night terror," Scully whispered, taking Mulder's hand and leading him out of their sons' room. "Like a nightmare, only more debilitating. He most likely didn't have any idea it was even happening and probably won't have any recollection of it tomorrow."

Mulder and Scully fell asleep holding each other in the living room.

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Scully could tell by the amount of light inhabiting the sofa with her the next morning that it was already past 9:00. It took her a moment to collect her bearings; rarely did she ever sleep in that late. She quickly realized that she was alone. Her entire body felt stiff as she slowly got to her feet. The next thing she heard warmed her all the way through almost immediately.

Laughing. Mulder laughing. Then a toddler sized flurry of giggles and a yelp out of playful anticipation.

"Uh-oh!" a tiny voice shrieked. "Daddy uh-oh!"

Scully walked a few short steps until she was at William's door. The scene before her made her want to laugh and cry hysterically all at once.

Will was on his back in the middle of his bedroom, still pajama clad and with a lingering tired look to his appearance. His light brown hair was messy from sleep. She loved that Mulder looked pretty much the same way. He was positioned over his son, growling playfully.

"Uh-oh!" Will repeated. Mulder lowered his head and nuzzled into Will's chest, something the little boy had loved the night before. A wave of laughter hit him and shook his tiny body. Mulder stayed over Will, laughing at his enthusiastic reaction.

"Spooky!" Will said once he had caught his breath. He reached up to touch Mulder's cheek. "Adaddy spooky."

Scully couldn't keep quiet anymore as the irony set in and laughter escaped her. Mulder caught her gaze and smiled, unpinning their son.

"Hey."

Scully grinned.

"Daddy's spooky." She snorted and started to laugh again.

"Yeah," Mulder grinned, ruffling Will's hair. He had sat up too and was looking at Scully with a timid look on his face. "Spooky Mulder is Spooky Daddy now."

"You know Will," Scully knelt down and opened her arms to the little boy. He toddled over to her and grabbed her hands with his considerably smaller ones. "I don't think your daddy is so spooky."

Will cocked his head to the side before turning around and staring up at Mulder. All the boy did was giggle.

Spooky Daddy.

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"I mean…he does the normal kid stuff I guess," Mulder shrugged, unable to give Langley a more interesting answer he appeared eager to receive. Will was sitting next to Mulder on a bar stool next to the counter. He was coloring in a 'Bob the Space Alien' coloring book with green and red crayons. A gift from the gang.

"He's a miracle," Buyers noted, his head rested upon his fist as he watched Will look up at Mulder.

"He may be a miracle," Mulder said. "But he's just a normal three year old."

"What's he doing?" Frohicke asked curiously, nodding over to Will. Mulder hadn't realized until Frohicke brought attention to him. Will was rubbing Mulder's closed fist gently with his fingers.

"Open," he said giving him a big grin. Mulder opened his hand and the toddler gave him a crayon.

The rest of the afternoon was spent coloring in Bob's spaceship, the Lone Gunman telling Will stories from Mulder and Scully's past. All five of them drank apple juice and after some provoking Buyers made peanut butter and jelly. Mulder grew a little fidgety when Will fell asleep in his arms around 4:30. They were sitting out on the porch, Frohicke and Langley arguing and making fake profiles of people walking down the street. Will barely stirred and Mulder had never felt closer to him before. A little arm was raised over his head, chest rising and falling methodically with his breathing. Amidst all this feeling of contentment Mulder knew he wasn't fully there. He had had an odd pang in his chest all day and was unsure why. Until now, when he looked down at his little boy.

He missed Scully.