Chapter 3 - Arguement
Meredith turned over once more. She couldn't seem to get comfortable. She could hear the crickets outside. Maybe some water would help, she thought and got out of bed. Her bare feet were cold on the hardwood floors of the cottage. She walked into the washroom and flicked on the light. She could hear the silent breathing of William in the next room. Lucky Bastard, she thought miserably and splashed some cool water on her pale skin. She filled a glass with fresh water and drank it down, quite quickly. She dumped the remainder down the drain, fighting off the urge to go into WIlliam's urge and drench him in it just to be funny. She laughed imagining how funny it would be to see William running after her like they had done as children. She remembered their vacation to the beach, her with her pigtails and he with his moppy red locks. She had chased him up and down the beach for splashing water on her.
"Maybe I could show him how it feels." She thought. She grinned in her myschievious grin and opened the door to William's room a slight crack. William was lying in an odd position in bed. She smiled eviously, thinking to herself, "My day has come!"
"HEY!" William grabbed her arm and splashed the water into the air. Meredith burst out laughing. He could help it. Her in her white ducky pyjamas and he in his old T shirt and boxers. She wiped the water off her face, still giggling.
"What were you trrying to do?" He asked her.
"Get back at you for that day on the beach." She said innocently. She had a perfection to her, even with her pear shaped hips and a slight baby fat waist.
"You still remember that?"
"Yep, and the day you decapitated every single one of my Barbies and the day you put a snake in my sleeping bag and the day you put a bat in my room." He laughed. Every summer he had pulled a prank on her, and she had basically recounted all of them. He laughed a little more.
"So what are you doing up at 3 am?" He asked her. She sat down on the floor.
"Couldn't sleep." She said, holding the now mpty cup of water in her damp hand. "Sorry if I woke you."
"I can't sleep either." He lied. He could sleep, but he knew Meredith would be up. And yet consciously he couldn't remember how he knew, he just had known Meredith was up the whole time.
Meredith looked over at him, then shifted her attention back to the ceiling. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, tracing the swirling hardwood planks up and down the wall. William looked over at Meredith.
"Hungry?" He asked her. She nodded.
"Very." She said. He bit his tongue. How had he known that?
"Then let's go fnd some food." He said, and Meredith followed.
Being very quiet as not to wake anyone, Meredith and William creaked down the hall. They were at the landing when they heard them, hushed voices in Meredith's parent's room.
Between Scully and Reyes.
"Stop." Meredith whispered. SHe thought she heard her name in the conversation, but she couldn't be sure. The conversation ceased for a moment. Meredith had a sinking feeling they had been found out, but in a moment the two began talking again.
"What are they fighting about?" William asked Meredith. She put a finger to her lips. She eased herself into the wall veru unsteadily. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but as her father always said, "No one has the right to talk about you behind your back." She listened in. SHe could feel William's shaky breath on the back of her neck.
"What do you mean Dana?" Monica was talking now. For some reason Fox and John weren't there. Maybe they were out on the back porch drunk and passed out. She could hear her mother's unrestlessness. "You knew there was something different about William. You knew it because you're his mother. I feel the same thing with Meredith like there's something just not right with her."
"But Meredith was a normal baby." Dana replied. Meredith breathed silently, trying to keep her chest from heaving. WIlliam was now listening intently too.
"I don't get it." Monica said, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "She seemed normal at first but now its like she's different. Neither me nor John had that blond of hair naturally and her face is different from both of us. Its like we're not her real parents."
"Monica I was there when you gave birth. You are her mother and father."
"This isn't just about Meredith though Dana, its about William too. Have you noticed how we haven't aged almost at all since we gave birth. John still looks great when most men his age are losing hair! And what about the scars Agent Mulder got from his abduction? Have you even slightly noticed that they're going away?"
"Monica..." Dana seemed to trail off. She stopped suddenly. Meredith pressed herself hard into the wall. She heard footsteps towards the door. The door opened. Meredith closed her eyes and held onto William's hand.
"Please don't let them see us...please don't let them see us..." She and William chanted in their heads.
Scully looked up and down the hall blindly. Meredith opened her eyes. Scully closed the door and went back inside.
Meredith looked over at WIlliam. He looked over at her, releaved that neither Reyes or Scully had seen them listening in on their arguement.
The two decided they'd heard enough. Quickly and quietly they hurried down the stairs and outside into the cool night air for a privet conversation.
"How is it that she didn't see us?" William asked Meredith. She seemed as confused as him. She looked up into her mom's room. The lights were out now. I wonder if they noticed our beds are empty... She thought to herself. She started pacing.
"She looked directly at us." She said for the third time now. "She saw us, she had to have seen us."
"And yet, she returned to the room." Said William. "She went back in like we weren't there."
Meredith nodded. This mist rolled off the lake and onto the edge of the forest just below the back porch.
"What did she mean by how they never age?" She asked William.
"Well, that is kind of true, I mean, my mom doesn't look a day over 30, maybe 40 and its true in pictures they haven't changed very much." He added. Meredith stopped pacing and slumped into a lawn chair.
"Why were they arguing over us?" William wanted to ask, but knew the answer to that reply.
"They were arging over us for the same reason that we became somehow invisible." Meredith said, as if she knew what he was thinking. He looked down at her.
"How did you?"
"You just said clear as day, why were they arguing over us."
"No I didn't."
"You were always a bad liar Will."
"But I'm not lying so doesn't that mean I always look like I'm lying when I tell the truth?" Meredith bit her tongue, but didn't get it. She had heard him, distinctly say, "Why were they arguing about us?"
"Come on Blondie let's go back to bed." He and Meredith walked back into the cottage, trying to forget the evening's events, but something inside them both told them that yes, it was true that Monica and Dana were arguing about how they had become invisible.
Meredith turned over once more. She couldn't seem to get comfortable. She could hear the crickets outside. Maybe some water would help, she thought and got out of bed. Her bare feet were cold on the hardwood floors of the cottage. She walked into the washroom and flicked on the light. She could hear the silent breathing of William in the next room. Lucky Bastard, she thought miserably and splashed some cool water on her pale skin. She filled a glass with fresh water and drank it down, quite quickly. She dumped the remainder down the drain, fighting off the urge to go into WIlliam's urge and drench him in it just to be funny. She laughed imagining how funny it would be to see William running after her like they had done as children. She remembered their vacation to the beach, her with her pigtails and he with his moppy red locks. She had chased him up and down the beach for splashing water on her.
"Maybe I could show him how it feels." She thought. She grinned in her myschievious grin and opened the door to William's room a slight crack. William was lying in an odd position in bed. She smiled eviously, thinking to herself, "My day has come!"
"HEY!" William grabbed her arm and splashed the water into the air. Meredith burst out laughing. He could help it. Her in her white ducky pyjamas and he in his old T shirt and boxers. She wiped the water off her face, still giggling.
"What were you trrying to do?" He asked her.
"Get back at you for that day on the beach." She said innocently. She had a perfection to her, even with her pear shaped hips and a slight baby fat waist.
"You still remember that?"
"Yep, and the day you decapitated every single one of my Barbies and the day you put a snake in my sleeping bag and the day you put a bat in my room." He laughed. Every summer he had pulled a prank on her, and she had basically recounted all of them. He laughed a little more.
"So what are you doing up at 3 am?" He asked her. She sat down on the floor.
"Couldn't sleep." She said, holding the now mpty cup of water in her damp hand. "Sorry if I woke you."
"I can't sleep either." He lied. He could sleep, but he knew Meredith would be up. And yet consciously he couldn't remember how he knew, he just had known Meredith was up the whole time.
Meredith looked over at him, then shifted her attention back to the ceiling. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, tracing the swirling hardwood planks up and down the wall. William looked over at Meredith.
"Hungry?" He asked her. She nodded.
"Very." She said. He bit his tongue. How had he known that?
"Then let's go fnd some food." He said, and Meredith followed.
Being very quiet as not to wake anyone, Meredith and William creaked down the hall. They were at the landing when they heard them, hushed voices in Meredith's parent's room.
Between Scully and Reyes.
"Stop." Meredith whispered. SHe thought she heard her name in the conversation, but she couldn't be sure. The conversation ceased for a moment. Meredith had a sinking feeling they had been found out, but in a moment the two began talking again.
"What are they fighting about?" William asked Meredith. She put a finger to her lips. She eased herself into the wall veru unsteadily. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but as her father always said, "No one has the right to talk about you behind your back." She listened in. SHe could feel William's shaky breath on the back of her neck.
"What do you mean Dana?" Monica was talking now. For some reason Fox and John weren't there. Maybe they were out on the back porch drunk and passed out. She could hear her mother's unrestlessness. "You knew there was something different about William. You knew it because you're his mother. I feel the same thing with Meredith like there's something just not right with her."
"But Meredith was a normal baby." Dana replied. Meredith breathed silently, trying to keep her chest from heaving. WIlliam was now listening intently too.
"I don't get it." Monica said, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "She seemed normal at first but now its like she's different. Neither me nor John had that blond of hair naturally and her face is different from both of us. Its like we're not her real parents."
"Monica I was there when you gave birth. You are her mother and father."
"This isn't just about Meredith though Dana, its about William too. Have you noticed how we haven't aged almost at all since we gave birth. John still looks great when most men his age are losing hair! And what about the scars Agent Mulder got from his abduction? Have you even slightly noticed that they're going away?"
"Monica..." Dana seemed to trail off. She stopped suddenly. Meredith pressed herself hard into the wall. She heard footsteps towards the door. The door opened. Meredith closed her eyes and held onto William's hand.
"Please don't let them see us...please don't let them see us..." She and William chanted in their heads.
Scully looked up and down the hall blindly. Meredith opened her eyes. Scully closed the door and went back inside.
Meredith looked over at WIlliam. He looked over at her, releaved that neither Reyes or Scully had seen them listening in on their arguement.
The two decided they'd heard enough. Quickly and quietly they hurried down the stairs and outside into the cool night air for a privet conversation.
"How is it that she didn't see us?" William asked Meredith. She seemed as confused as him. She looked up into her mom's room. The lights were out now. I wonder if they noticed our beds are empty... She thought to herself. She started pacing.
"She looked directly at us." She said for the third time now. "She saw us, she had to have seen us."
"And yet, she returned to the room." Said William. "She went back in like we weren't there."
Meredith nodded. This mist rolled off the lake and onto the edge of the forest just below the back porch.
"What did she mean by how they never age?" She asked William.
"Well, that is kind of true, I mean, my mom doesn't look a day over 30, maybe 40 and its true in pictures they haven't changed very much." He added. Meredith stopped pacing and slumped into a lawn chair.
"Why were they arguing over us?" William wanted to ask, but knew the answer to that reply.
"They were arging over us for the same reason that we became somehow invisible." Meredith said, as if she knew what he was thinking. He looked down at her.
"How did you?"
"You just said clear as day, why were they arguing over us."
"No I didn't."
"You were always a bad liar Will."
"But I'm not lying so doesn't that mean I always look like I'm lying when I tell the truth?" Meredith bit her tongue, but didn't get it. She had heard him, distinctly say, "Why were they arguing about us?"
"Come on Blondie let's go back to bed." He and Meredith walked back into the cottage, trying to forget the evening's events, but something inside them both told them that yes, it was true that Monica and Dana were arguing about how they had become invisible.