"Ah, but Karen you're forgetting a very basic principle." She leaned against the door frame watching his student tilt her face back up to him.

"What's that Sir?" The girl whispered.

"Urban Legends exist for two reasons." He grinned at her sitting on the edge of his desk. "To teach a moral lesson like you told us.. and?"

A young man's hand shot up. She studied him. This must be Jeffery. It had to be.

"Jeffery!" Her husband shouted tossing his hand towards his groupie. "Enlighten us!"

"They have a basis in truth, Sir." The boy barked. "They're has to be some truth behind it. Some origin."

"Thank you!" He quipped tossing the hand into the air before letting it drop to his lap. "Even the most bizarre legends have some truth to them."

"What about the Lockness Monster?" A blond girl asked raising an eyebrow.

"A nonbeliever among us?" She watched the way his face lit up, she should sit in on his classes more often. She missed that look. "Someone saw something. Right? Something big that they couldn't explain. Maybe it was an eel or a seal or a beaver for that matter.. but it was based in truth."

"But personal truth and scientific fact aren't the same thing." The blond shook her head slowly.

He looked up at his wife, noticing her in the door way and smiled winking his eye.

"Here." He said happily gesturing her into the room. "Here's someone who knows something about scientific fact. "This is my wife. She's a doctor she's very factual."

"Hi." She waved sheepishly.

"Sweetheart, tell the future leaders of our world that science can't explain everything." He said smugly plopping back on the desk.

"When given all the facts.. science can explain almost everything." She shot a look at her husband. "But getting to the facts is sometimes more difficult than it may seem."

"And sometimes our understanding of science hasn't caught up with what the facts are trying to tell us." He countered moving to face her.

"True." She smiled at him.

"That's enough Science for Sociology class." He shook his head. "Go." The class started filling out behind them. "Don't forget to read!" He watched them walk by. "I'll know if you don't."

"Nice to meet you Doctor Fox." Jeffery grinned at her. "I'm Jeffery."

"Back Jr. She's taken." His instructor told him playfully.

"Goodnight Sir." He told him still grinning as he scooted out the door.

"So." She raised an eyebrow at him he smirked at her. "That's Jeffery."

"Ah, my protégé, yes." He shook his head. "He watches all the shows. He reads all the books. He was even a fan of the guys." His smile turned slightly sad when he talked about the Lone Gunmen. She rubbed her hand up and down his arm. The corners of his mouth lifted up again and he kissed her forehead. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"She's ready to meet with us."

"Really?" He looked at her for a second. "Now."

She nodded slowly.

"Did you bring the thing?" She held up the small box, shaking her head mockingly. "I-. It has to be-."

"I know." She said softly holding his eyes.

"I'm glad you feel safe." He rubbed his face.

"Maybe you should try it some time." She said softly, reaching out for his hand. He let her pull him out of his classroom.

"I understand your concerns Professor Fox."

"Please call me Sam." He smiled what he hoped was sincerely. She was beautiful, he studied the way she moved, brushing her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. She looked like his dead sister-in-law, that made him nervous. He knew that was a big part of why Scully had been drawn to her photo, but part of him thought maybe it was a little too convenient. "So you wouldn't mind?"

"If you were there in the room? No not at all."

"There were a lot of problems with our son." His wife whispered softly. He squeezed her shoulder.

"I understand." She nodded her head why she spoke.

"Well then." He said softly, reaching into his pocket and cupping the small velvet box. It was the moment of truth. "We have a gift for you."

The woman's pale features brightened in surprise as he pulled out the box and handed it to her revealing a small gold cross.

"It's lovely." She breathed, he extended his hand.

"May I?" He almost sighed in relief when she nodded handing him back the necklace. His wife smiled at him as he pulled back the woman's hair, his thumbs skating across the base of her neck as he closed the hook. She alone got to see how his eyes had slipped closed, and how his shoulders finally relaxed.

"I'm confused as to why he isn't interested in having his sample checked for genetic abnormalities." The geneticist shook his head at her.

"The abnormalities were from my ovum." She told him. "We're sure of that."

"It helps insure that the correct sperm is chosen for the procedure."

"My husband is concerned that the genetic manipulation may have played a part in our son's abnormality." She swallowed hard.

"Surely as a scientist-." For a moment she worried his head was going to shake off of his body.

"I'm not entirely sure he's incorrect." She quipped.

"He wants to watch the entire procedure?"

"Yes." She said firmly. "Is there a reason why you are uncomfortable with it?"

"Would you be comfortable with a nervous person watching over your shoulder why you worked?" He raised his eyebrows. She smiled widely. She'd had the pleasure of this particular person looking nervously over her shoulder while she worked.

"He'll behave." She told him softly.

"Doctor Fox."

"Brice you were chosen because I trust you." She tried to suppress a giggle when she heard her husbands voice in her head stating he was also chosen because his short hair made his neck visible.

"Thank you Katherine." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure it will be fine. How paranoid can one guy be?"