Transcendence

Part 4

by Trycee

Time-Line: 2011, post IWTB. Sequel to Transmission.

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

Mulder was frustrated as he watched Scully sift through her clothes in the bedroom closet looking for something for William to wear. She then pulled out the photo album Mulder had brought her in his search for William. He'd found an empty farmhouse as if they had left in a rush and he'd brought back the photos of their son she'd never seen. She scanned the photos one by one as Mulder stood a few feet behind her. When she turned to look at him he could see that she was again crying but he knew these were tears of joy mixed with tears for the lost years. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Scully..."

Scully turned to face him. "Its real, isn't it, Mulder?"

He nodded. "I'm just concerned...Scully..."

Scully frowned. "Do you trust me, Mulder?"

"Of course!"

"It's our son! I know it!", she said, looking directly at him. "And I'll take him to the hospital tomorrow after Monica gets here to make sure...We'll run the blood-tests..."

Mulder mouthed 'thank you' and she squeezed his hand. "But a mother knows, Mulder..."

"I don't doubt that at all...", he said, gripping her shoulder. "I'm just concerned that you're too emotional right now...that its clouding your judgment."

Scully's eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised. "Really?", she said, angrily.

"Yes, really...", he said, confused.

"It's amazing Mulder...any time it's your emotions, every thing's fine...but if it's my emotions, it's clouding my judgment."

"Scully, that's not true..."

"It is!", she said, knocking his hand off her shoulder. "What is this really about Mulder? Is it too real for you?"

"What!", he said, placing his hands on his hips. "No..."

"Are you afraid that now you'll have to actually be a father?", she said, glaring at him.

Mulder's jaw tightened and he stepped up to Scully and pointed a finger down into her face. "Don't you ever say that again! I didn't have a choice in it and you know that...I didn't get to be a father...So don't you ever say that again!", he raved. "You had a choice, I didn't..."

"There it is...all these years of waiting for you to say it...", she said, as she knocked his finger out of her face. "Its my fault!"

"What?", he said, gripping his forehead. "Its not your fault, Scully...You did what you needed to do...but don't ever accuse me of not wanting to be a father to our son..."

Scully sighed, her lips were thinned. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

"Yes you did," he said, cutting her off. "Yes you did...", he said, turning to walk out of the bedroom.

Scully gathered her clothes and the photo book and walked back to the spare bedroom. She heard Mulder's office door slam and she knew she would have to patch things up with him and it wasn't going to be easy. If ever she could wish to take something back in her life, their current argument was it. She knocked gently on the spare bedroom door and heard a meek voice saying, "Come in..."

She pushed the door open and found William sitting on the bed, wrapped naked in a blanket. She gave him her clothes and told him to go put them on. She watched as he disappeared back into the bathroom and within a few minutes as she sat on the edge of the bed, William opened the door and Scully smiled widely. "You're quite a young man now...", she said, as her heart ached. "Its amazing how much you look like your father and I..."

William stood there shyly. "I'm hungry..."

Scully stood up quickly, grabbing the baby book. "Of course you are...Follow me...", she said, heading for the bedroom door.

The boy followed behind her into the kitchen and sat at the counter. Scully made three large sandwiches and placed two sandwiches on a plate, placing it in front of the boy. He quickly downed the sandwiches and she poured him a glass of milk. She smiled, looking him over. He was exactly as she'd pictured he would be. She watched as he drank the milk and then she placed the dishes into the sink. "Why don't you go and watch a little TV," she said, "I need to talk to your dad for a minute..."

William hopped down from the bar stool and headed over to the sofa. He plopped down and then turned to look back at his mother who had a smile on her small lips. "He's waiting for you to come and apologize...", William spoke. "After you talk, you both want to talk to me to see how I got here..."

"I'll be right back...", she said, snatching up the other sandwich on a plate and heading for Mulder's office.

She knocked on the door and when he didn't respond, she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her. Mulder had his back to her, pretending to be reading an article. She placed the sandwich down directly in front of him on top of the newspaper, gearing for a reaction. But he picked up the plate and put if off to the side.

"Mulder, I'm sorry...", she said, placing a warm hand against his neck.

She could feel his body go ridged. "That was a horrible thing to say and you're right, I'm too emotional right now...I really am sorry..."

Mulder glanced up to her and she could see dried tear marks down his cheeks. She leaned in and kissed both cheeks and then lightly kissed his lips. "I'm so sorry, Mulder...Please forgive me..."

Mulder shook his head but was still silent. She touched his face and turned his chin to face her. "I love you so much, Mulder...", she said, breathing heavily. "I would never mean to hurt you and I truly am sorry...I want you to come out so we can talk to our son, together..."

Mulder stood up and kissed Scully on the top of her head. "Okay...", he said, touching her cheek softly. "Lets go talk to him..."

Mulder grabbed a hold of Scully's hand and they walked out together. William was waiting on them, the TV was off as he sat staring out the window. Mulder waited until Scully had sat down next to William and then he sat on the armrest of the love seat.

"You're wondering how I got here...", William said, looking at Mulder. "You're afraid that she'll be devastated...because you don't think I'm him...and you can't bear the thought of her getting hurt again..."

Mulder glanced over to Scully. She glanced over to Mulder and he looked back down to William. "That's right..."

William nodded. "I can hear your thoughts..."

Mulder didn't flinch. "So, how did you find us?"

"You're looking for me...I followed her...", he said, turning to Scully beside him. "I could feel her just as she could feel me..."

"What happened to the Van De Kamps?", Mulder continued.

"They were in a car accident...", William said, looking directly at Mulder. "They were trying to find the adoption agency I came from...to find you...because they were after us..."

Scully slid her arm loosely around the back of where Williams head rested on the couch. "Did...", she stuttered. "Did..."

"Yes," William answered. "Yes, they loved me...and I loved them," he said, looking into Scully's blazing blue eyes. "But I've always known who my parents were...I could always feel you...", he said, as she smiled warmly.

Her arm slid down on to the boy's shoulder and Mulder stared at Scully. Since Williams appearance a spark had been returned to her eyes, one he hadn't seen in years and he was mesmerized. A buzzard interrupted them. Mulder stood up and glanced out the large picture window. He could see Skinner's car outside the gate. Mulder walked over to the door and grabbed the keys. He looked back once more at Scully. She was so beautiful, so happy. He then looked to his son and saw him staring back at him. "I'll go let Skinner in...", Mulder said, closing the door behind him.

Mulder walked down the mud covered path to the large gate and unlocked it, letting Skinner drive in. He then relocked it and walked back up the path to where Skinner was stepping out in the yard. Skinner shook Mulder's hand. "I came as soon as I could..."

Mulder nodded. "Thanks...", he said, glancing back up to the sky where the UFO still hovered behind the clouds. "You see this!", he said, pointing up.

Skinner looked in the direction Mulder had pointed and his mouth dropped. "How long has it been there?"

"Hours...", Mulder said, licking his lips. "But that's nothing...We had someone come to us..."

Skinner looked surprised. "Who?"

"William..."

Skinner looked towards the front steps and pointed at the door. "You're son...William...is in there!"

Mulder bit his lip. "I didn't say he was our son...though Scully's convinced..."

"How does she know it is him?"

"Mother's intuition, I'm assuming," Mulder said, shrugging. "He looks like the both of us...a ten year old boy...we heard a loud banging and he was on the porch shivering from the cold...and Scully is convinced..."

"That he's your child?"

"He knows enough...He can read minds...He says he can feel her...", Mulder said, shaking his head. "How did he get in the locked gate? How did he find us out here when even the FBI couldn't find us..."

Skinner smirked. "They knew where you were the entire time, they just didn't bother to go after you on my order..."

"Well thanks," Mulder said. "I don't know...it just doesn't add up...I'm scared that Scully's heart will be broken and that it'll never heal...The only thing keeping her together most of the time is the hope that we'll find him and now with the year ending and 2012 approaching...I'm worried that this appearance of the ship and this...boy," he said, disdainfully. "Isn't the miracle Scully thinks it is..."

Skinner glanced over to Mulder. "We'll find out soon enough..."

"Come on in the house, sir...I know Scully will be happy to see you..."

"Thank You," Skinner said, tightening his black trench coat around him as the cold night Virginia wind whipped through him.

He followed Mulder into the living room and into the welcoming arms of Scully who hugged him tightly. "Thank You for coming...", she smiled. "Sir...I'd like you to meet...William."

Skinner reached out a leather-clad hand to shake the young boys hand and when he did a jolt went through him.

"Are you alright, sir?", Scully said, concerned.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'm fine...", Skinner said, disoriented and staggering. "I think I better sit down..."

"Mulder, get him a glass of water...", she said, standing over Skinner seated on the couch.

William huddled next to his mother. "Is he okay?", the boy asked.

"Yes, he's fine...", she said,

Mulder returned with the glass of water and handed it to Skinner. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Skinner said, trying to focus. "It felt like an electrical current...went right through me..."

Mulder looked at William who looked terrified.

"I'm sorry," William said. "I do that sometimes..."

"It's okay," Scully spoke. "Its not your fault..."

Mulder locked eyes with her but she turned back to their son, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close to her protectively.

"What else can you do, son?", Mulder questioned.

William bit his lip. "I can still make objects move...but unlike before, I have to concentrate now..."

"What else can you.."

"MULDER!", Scully said, interrupting. "Enough!"

Mulder threw up his hands. "Okay...fine..."

"Are you okay, sir?", Scully spoke to Skinner.

"Nothing ever changes with you two...", he smirked. "I'm fine...When will Doggett and Reyes get here?"

"Reyes is still in Mexico City and Doggett is in New York still, " Scully answered. "It shouldn't take Doggett long...He should be here soon..."

"Can we get you something to eat?", Mulder asked.

"No...no...I'm fine...", Skinner answered.

"Well, let's go into my office," Mulder said, pointing in the direction of his sanctuary.

"We'll bring you some tea," Scully said, smiling down to her son.

William shyly smiled back. She escorted her son back into the kitchen and he watched curiously as she put the tea kettle on and took out four cups, laying the tea bags in each one.

"My mom used to do it differently...", he said, in a quiet voice.

"Your mom?", Scully said, wearily.

"She'd make the tea in a pot with the tea bags in it and then pour it into a container and put it in the refrigerator."

Scully smiled. "She was making ice tea..."

"I love ice tea..."

"I have some if you want...Your dad loves it too..."

William nodded. "He isn't talking to me much..."

"I think he's a little overwhelmed...", she sighed. "We were just saying how much we wanted you back in our lives...and then..."

"I showed up at your door..."

"Yes," she said, turning to face him. "Where did the accident happen? How far away was it?"

"A few miles...", William answered. "I walked...

"Where are the Van De Kamps?"

"They took their bodies away...I hid in the woods...I didn't want them to catch me...They came after us at our house...but I fought them off and told my parents...", he paused. "The Van De Kamps...that we had to find you..."

"What did they say?", Scully said, shocked. "What happened next?"

"We've been running every since," William sighed. "We never stayed in the same place twice...in case they came back for me..."

"How did you find me?", Scully said, her eyebrow raised.

"It was like an antenna...I could pick you up..."

"I'M SCARED!", the voice said.

Scully looked over to William, her mouth gaped open. "Did you..."

"No, I didn't say anything," William answered.

She shook her head trying to vanquish the voice from her mind. "FIND ME!"

She again looked over to William but he was busy dropping sugar cubes into each cup. It must be their trick, she thought to herself.

"What is?", William said, with brilliant matching blue eyes.

"Nothing, honey...", she said, loading each cup onto a tray. "Let's take this in to Mulder and Skinner..."

"Okay," William said, with a slight hop in his step as he followed behind Scully headed for Mulder's office.

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