Sorry it's taken a bit more time but I was away. Hopefully the size'll make up for it.
Agents Doggett and Reyes took them to an apartment twenty minutes or so from the Hoover building, giving them place to lay low. It didn't take William long to work out that it was an apartment the two agents shared on a regular basis.
The kind faced Agent Reyes turned her key in the lock and ushered them all in. A picture of the two of them on the mantelpiece, then another of cute, dark haired little girl, and an abundance of male and female shoes bundled into a cubbyhole just inside the front door. He wondered if the FBI was aware of this, probably.
The apartment wasn't spacious, but large windows and pale furniture gave it a more open appearance. They made themselves comfortable at the kitchen table, opting for it over the couches at the other end of the apartment.
It took William and Felicity a good while to fully explain all they had learned about the government's plans for William. They talked about how William had been kept under constant surveillance whilst he was in care, since the day they'd rediscovered him as an orphaned baby on the Van De Kamp farm in Wyoming. How his 'Foster parents' had, since that day, been paid huge sums for weekly reports on his activities, everything from the mildly unusual to wildly extraordinary.
Agents Doggett and Reyes were stood back from the table that the small, slightly broken family was sat at. Wondering whether it was fair to observe, or whether they should leave. When no indication was given that they weren't wanted they stayed, but gave the others space to talk, keeping silent, and exchanging burdened glances.
They discussed how the government had made sure he'd never been re-adopted, keeping him moving, and then contained him in a government 'orphanage' at age nine, and listed him under threat watch. And then, William carefully and delicately decided to tell them of Noah's existence.
"You were right by the way," William looked his father in the eyes; "About Dr Heage's project. They tried to clone me, numerous times. It explains all the tests, I guess. " William rubbed his chest, remembering the times where they'd taken samples of his bone marrow. That had been particularly painful.
"Tried? So they never succeeded?" Scully inquired. Her eyes betrayed a strange mix of emotions, ranging from hellish anger at such violation of a child to unwavering hope that she might have found not only one son. The silence that followed had a heavy weight.
Felicity looked to William, interested to know what he would tell them, wondering if he needed her help. She pushed a file across the table.
William's eyes didn't know where to rest, but he knew he had to look in his mother's eyes, tell her the truth. It was good news anyway. Wasn't it?
"Actually," William almost croaked, and then cleared his throat, "They did have one success."
Mulder's skin paled, and yet his eyes widened in wonder as Scully gripped his hand, her eyes begging for more information.
"His name's Noah Macy." William didn't need to look at the File Felicity placed in front of him, he knew all of it. "He was born on the 7th of May 2008. He was 'their' first attempt and the only one that succeeded. His mother, or surrogate mother, was a 17 year old from Portland, Maine. And… I guess, this means you kind of have a ten year old son."
Scully and Mulder looked like they didn't know what to feel. Happy? Was this another miracle? Or was this a curse? That they should have even more to lose. Angry? That a child had been… manufactured… in such a way. Their child. Another son.
William reached inside his top pocket and drew out the photo he'd removed from its frame last night. Now he knew to look for the extreme similarities between him and… his brother? The curled red hair ruffled in the wind, clear blue eyes squinting to keep out the sand caught in the salty breeze, lips pressed together in matching smirks. Things weren't just similar, they were the same. William looked away from the image as he pushed it across the table toward his parents.
There was silence, and William didn't look at their expressions.
"You knew him?" Mulder spoke up, a confused edge to his question.
"Yeah. He's at St Paul's. I've been watching out for him for the past year."
"And you never noticed…" Agent Doggett began.
"Since until yesterday I thought human cloning impossible, No, the thought never crossed my mind." William snapped. He immediately felt terrible. "Sorry, Agent Doggett."
"No, I spoke out of place. I'm sorry." Agent Reyes placed a hand on Doggett's arm as he spoke.
"You're a smart kid, William. I'm surprised they weren't worried about placing you two together. With all the orphanages and homes around the country, why risk it." Scully thought aloud, still analysing the photo in front of her.
William went say he didn't know when Felicity cleared her throat, "Actually, I've done so more poking around. St Paul's isn't just any home. Its façade is that it's a home for boys with severe mental or physical issues. Like Noah, who's been diagnosed with ADHD, and insomnia. And, William's friend, Micah, who's been treated for congenital heart defect. And William…"
He shot her a desperate look, he didn't want them knowing.
"William…" Felicity repeated, holding William's gaze tenderly. Understanding that this was maybe something William should do himself, but not wanting to push him into it either.
William clenched his jaw, "I'll tell them."
She nodded.
Reyes's eyes fluttered downward, and she gently tugged on Doggett's wrist, guiding him from the room to leave the four of them alone.
William turned from Felicity to look his mother and father in the eyes. They both looked very concerned, which didn't help. "I began treatment for mild Schizophrenia about six years ago; after during a nightmare I caused the foster home I was in to catch fire, killing my foster mother. I was transferred to St Pauls that night." He kept a blank expression.
Scully looked confused, but reached across the table and captured William's hand firmly, "It's not your fault."
"I'm sensing that's not everything?" Mulder inquired smoothly, directing attention back to Felicity.
"Well… it might be nothing. But honestly nothing about it seems to add up. Or rather, the facility in of itself it's pretty average, if you ignore the fact it's only 18 years old, no older than its eldest residents. However, the files on the boys admitted," Felicity glanced at William, "they all link back. It's weird. Their files are all linked back to files on Dr Heage and Project Facsimile."
"More clones?" Mulder leant forward.
"What are you saying?" William gritted his teeth.
"I think maybe St Pauls isn't a home at all… I think it might be an experimental facility. If you look at the boy's files, it becomes clear they're all born to very young, mothers with no family. All of them, bar Noah, were given up immediately after birth."
"Are you saying they're all clones?" William took in a sharp breath. "But Micah, he met his dad."
"Of a kind, yes. And, William, are you completely sure that was his father, not just some guy his mother decided to put on the birth certificate. What I'm saying I think maybe the orphanage was created to keep all the… products of Doctor Heage's project in one place, so they could be manipulated, controlled…" Felicity almost choked out the last bit, "experimented on. All the older clones seem to have been born with physical and psychological defects, now the younger ones only have psychological abnormalities and even then they've lessened dramatically."
"They're perfecting the project." Mulder grinded his teeth
"We have to get Noah out of there." William breathed. All those doctor's appointment, pills, injections. He'd blindly trusted them. Now they had his little brother. He should have taken Noah with him.
William reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out an orange pill box. It was almost full. He'd forgotten to take them for a while now, going on a week. He considered taking of the lid and pouring the lot down the toilet. He didn't trust the stuff anymore, not when 'they'd' given them to him.
"William, can I see those?" Scully asked softly. He handed them to her, happy to give them away.
She turned the pot of pills over in her hand, the contents rattling. "Pills for your schizophrenia?"
William nodded gravely.
She ran a finger along the sticker on the side, frowning, she tilted her head. Mulder seemed to read the expression and leant in to get a closer look, placing an arm over the back of her chair.
Scully twisted off the cap and peered in. William shot out his seat and hurried round to watch over her shoulder. Scully face morphed into an expression of disbelief.
"What is it?" Mulder said gruffly.
Scully tipped a few tiny green pills out into her palm, rolling one in-between her finger and thumb. "These aren't pills for schizophrenia." She stated, looking around to regard her son with wide eyes.
"They're not?" William's heart leapt.
"No…" She lifted a green pill up to her nose, sniffing lightly, "William, these are Marijuana pills. And they're never prescribed for Schizophrenia sufferers." Scully looked dazed, staring down at the pills in her palm.
"They've been giving me Cannabis?" William wasn't usually startled, but his jaw dropped. Yet, the more he thought about it the more sense it made.
Mulder snatched up the orange pot to look inside, "Why would they do that?"
"To give me the symptoms…" William muttered darkly, "To get me to buy the story. Cannabis users often display similar symptoms to sufferers of Schizophrenia. In fact… there were studies that suggested Cannabis users are more likely to develop schizophrenia. Thought Harvard released a paper disproving the…" He trailed off. Thinking about the last day or two, and how much clearer and calmer he'd felt. He'd been more alert, more in control. Thinking back though, he noted the bursts of anger, shouting at Micah on the basketball court, getting snappy with Felicity, yelling at his mother, and the incident with Agent Doggett. Withdrawal. It affected people in different ways.
"William." Felicity said gently.
Scully wrapped her fingers round his wrist, "I'll do some quick tests at some point, to make sure they weren't giving you anything else."
William half nodded, half shrugged. He hated the idea, but the alternative could be much worse.
Mulder jaw was taught, he stood up powerfully. "We can't stay here now. We'll get Noah, and we'll run. It's the only way."
"Where?" Scully looked up at him searchingly.
"Canada, Mexico... I don't know yet." Mulder shook his head.
"No!" William burst out, pushing away from the table and standing up. "I'm not running away."
"William." Scully put a hand on his where it rested on the back of her chair.
"No. I can't after everything I've learnt. If I quit now… they win!" William stared into his father's solemn eyes. Mulder and Scully shared a nostalgic look.
"William, I would love some justice for this, but there's none to be had. This is bigger than just us…" Mulder regarded his son sorrowfully, an intense apology in his eyes.
"Exactly," William cried, "what are you going to do about all the other kids who've ended up as lab rats? Are we just going to leave them?"
Scully, as a pediatric doctor that worked closely with children every day, flinched at the suggestion. "Mulder, he's right. We might be the only chance to save those young boys lives."
"Mr Mulder, once the kids turn 18 they're of no use to the project. They're no longer wards of the state and they can't allow them to walk free. They'd have to be detained or…disposed of." Felicity gulped at the unsavoury thought. "Also, there's something you might want to-"
Mulder sighed, interrupting Felicity, after catching Scully's pleading gaze, "What do you want me to do, Scully. You want us to try and sneak a bus load of kids over the border with phony passports? Look after all of them?"
Scully's face fell even further. She knew that would be impossible.
"We could find their parents?" Felicity spoke up. Fumbling she opened her laptop and brought up a list, "I did some research. These boys aren't just clones, they're clones of embryos. It's the easiest way they could do it. They had to be created from stem cells, which aren't easily found in adults and older children. And ,uh-"
"Except in places such as the bone marrow." William murmured, remembering simpler days sat on his bed reading a medical encyclopedia. He rubbed the spot on his chest again. Recalling the large needle they'd stuck in him. So that explained that then.
"Which means?" Mulder prompted.
"It means these boys; technically, they're actually all twins of normal children born around the same time. The government has been abusing IVF facilities all over the country. Taking stem cells from the embryos of hopeful couples and manipulating the DNA to create cloned babies. They all have an identical brother born around the time to a different mother, their biological mother."
"Unless that mother failed to carry the baby to term." Scully added.
"Either way, don't you think those couples deserve to know they have a kid out there? Especially if they failed to have any during and after the treatment." Felicity raised an eyebrow.
"What would we tell them?" Mulder asked. "Sorry, your bits and pieces were used to fuel a government conspiracy, here, have a kid." He joked cynically.
Scully rolled her eyes, "We tell them there was confusion during their IVF treatment. That one of their embryos was given to another couple who've died, and now the child is up for adoption. If they want them."
"And if they don't?" Mulder asked.
"I doubt it, but we'll deal with that if it comes to it."
"Um, yeah, there's something else I've been trying to mention." Felicity said a bit louder this time, three heads turned to look at her.
She cleared her throat, "There's one other file. On a child born . It's not connected to Project facsimile, or William… not directly anyway."
"Whose file?" Scully said.
"There's no name either, there's not much of anything on them really, but it's the only currently active file apart from William's or Noah's that has both yours and Mr Mulder's referenced in the coding."
"I don't follow?" Mulder folded his arms, his full attention now focused on Felicity.
"It suggests that… Is there even a small possibility that before they perfected cloning they could have…" Felicity fidgeted, "tried to recreate William another way."
She was greeted by three heavy stares.
"You mean, used 'stuff' left over from our abductions to create another child." Scully said, overwhelmed.
Mulder turned seriously to look to Scully, "We're going to need a bigger house, Scully." He cracked a smile.
"It's not funny, Mulder." Scully huffed.
"What does the file say?" William asked, ignoring his parents.
"It just has a title, 'R-04', then a date, 8/11/2004, and the words, 'Status: presently viable'." Felicity reiterated the words on the screen.
"Alive." Scully translated.
"We'll deal with that later; we have to figure out a plan of some description. Firstly, we're going to need papers." Mulder voiced his thoughts.
"I can make some convincing adoption papers and birth certificates for any kids you find the families of." Felicity piped up cheerfully.
"Yeah, can you make new birth certificates for Noah and William? We might need them. Thanks Felicity." Mulder sent her a smile. William had begun to notice that his dad quite approved of Felicity.
"Great." Felicity grinned, obviously happy to be doing what she knew.
"William." Scully pulled her son aside, away from the table and Mulder and Felicity. "About the birth certificates…"
They stood by the window, the sun high in the sky, setting William and Scully's hair alight. She took her son's hand as he towered over her.
"Yeah about that," William gulped, "Would you mind, at all… if I took the surname Mulder?" He liked the idea immensely. It only took someone to have eyes to know he was Scully's son, but with Mulder it was harder to see. He was proud to be Fox Mulder's son, and this might just be the best way to get that across.
"Funnily enough that's what I was going to ask. I know it would mean the world to him." Scully reached up and straightened William's collar, then pulled her hands back sharply. As though it was forbidden to touch.
"It's okay." He told her, taking her hands in his and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
William moved away from her to go and stand behind Felicity, "Put Mulder on mine and Noah's birth certificates." He told her.
Mulder looked up from the paper's on Noah he was studying across the table, lips parted and eyes heavy with gratitude. William knew he must be thinking about all the other's who'd shared that name. His parents. His little sister. All gone but him now.
There were a dozen or so Scully's out there, but until now there'd been only one Mulder.
"You're not the last Mulder anymore, Dad." William said shyly, sending him a thin smile. He'd noticed his father, like himself, was not much of a social creature, and preferred only to interact primarily with Scully. But in that moment William felt an almost breath taking connection with the man as he looked into his appreciative hazel green eyes. He knew that if this were how special his mother felt when she looked into them, no wonder they couldn't stop gazing at each other.
"Do you want a middle name? I'll keep Luke for Noah's one." Felicity turned to William expectantly.
"Uh…" William stuttered. "I.."
"Theodore." Scully said suddenly. "It means 'God's gift'." She directed her gaze to Mulder. "I know who I have to thank now." Then back to her son. "You're not an experiment, or a freak, or an accident, William. You're our son. My miracle."
"That's settles it then. It may take a while to do them all though." Felicity warned.
Mulder moved to put an arm around William, who wasn't far off matching him in height, "What do you say we pay Noah's mother a visit then?"
Scully looked up.
"The surrogate? Abbigail Macy?" William frowned.
"I have a hunch she's our best bet at getting any new information, as wonderful as Felicity has been." Mulder nodded to Felicity, who grinned proudly.
"I do have address if you want it." She said. "She's a lawyer in Maryland." Felicity scribbled an address down on a corner of a piece of paper and ripped it off, handing it to William.
"You coming, Scully?" Mulder turned to ask.
"I think someone should stay with Felicity, just in case." Scully smiled sadly, crossing her arms.
Mulder regarded the red head a moment. "Tell you what, Scully." He said, placing his hands on her waist, "You go." He murmured as their eyes met, "I know how much it would mean to you to meet her."
Scully's hands drifted absentmindedly to his elbows, running her hands up his upper arms slightly, "But, Mulder…" She began to shake her head.
"No, really. I have things I could be doing anyway." Mulder reassured her, breaking eye contact and pressing a soft, yet somehow passionate kiss to her forehead.
Scully nodded, "Okay then. We'll see you in a couple of hours."
"This is definitely it?" Scully looked up at the clear cut, modern apartment building standing before them. French windows led out to balcony's painted white, and inside she could see open plan, airy apartments, lavishly furnished.
William blew out his cheek and nodded, rereading the address scrawled onto the scrap of paper, "Abbigail Macy. Apartment B2, 12 Rivene Avenue, Colwood Way, Silver Spring, Maryland, DC." He moistened his lips, "Looks like she did okay in the end."
"Yeah," Scully said, distracted. She started to walk toward the front entrance. She froze for a moment, swaying in the breeze, then rolled her eyes at her own uncertainty and pressed the buzzer for apartment B2.
After a few laboured seconds a young woman's voice filtered through the speaker, "Jack, if you've forgotten your key card again I'm going to throttle you." She spoke with a strong but playful tone.
"Sorry, Abbigail Macy?" Scully regained her composure.
"Not anymore. Who's this?" The voice sounded a little colder this time.
"Someone who needs to speak with you." Scully was reluctant to divulge any information she didn't need to give.
"What about?" Short, sharp and suspicious.
Scully sighed into the mic, "It's about Noah."
There was another heavy silence, "Is he okay? Are you from the government?"
"No. Please Miss Macy, just let me up and you'll see." Scully was getting a little overwhelmed by this conversation. William reached out and lightly gripped his mother's forearm in a gesture of reassurance.
After a small while the front door buzzed open and William followed his mother inside. He hurried then slowed as he walked up the flights of stairs, not sure what to expect from this meeting.
The door to 3C opened, and they were faced with a well-dressed, Hispanic woman in her mid to late 20's. She had long chestnut coloured hair with bangs, and almond shaped, calculating dark eyes. She was shorter than William but still a good few feet above Scully, and her shoulders were squared in a take-no-nonsense fashion, which matched the expression on her pretty face.
"It's Abbigail Reilly, actually." She corrected them tartly.
Then, taking in Scully's appearance; the red hair, the pale skin, the shape of her features, and most of all the huge blue eyes she'd given William, and in turn Noah, Abbigail Macy's attitude faltered. It morphed into one more of shock, and her lips parted in bewilderment as she eyed William. Her lips mouthing Noah's name.
"Come in." She breathed.
The apartment consisted of a lot of dark wood and cream fabrics. The air held a clean smell, like new parchment and freshly washed linen. They followed Abbigail through and to the right. A large young Labrador slept soundly on a huge dog bed in the corner of the sitting room, next to it was an extensive book case, packed with oversized law books, on the other side of the animal light poured through a pair of French doors leading out onto a small balcony. In the other corner a TV made it's home next to a sound system. Opposite was a small couch and two arm chairs, centered in the middle was a coffee table.
Once William and Scully were settled on the couch, Abbigail spoke again, more gently than before, "Doesn't take a genius to figure out who you are."
"I'm Dana Scully, and this my son William… Mulder."
Abbigail sat, not quite gracefully, in the armchair across from them. She rubbed her eyes, "Is he okay? Noah?"
"We don't know." William answered simply and truthfully, the question made him anxious. The emotion pressed down on his chest and made his heart ache. He had no way of knowing what they were doing with Noah. It was his fault too. If he'd never left Noah would be safe. He could have taken Noah with him. He should of taken care of him better.
Abbigail blinked, processing the information, pain present in her eyes, "What do you want to know?"
"Anything you can tell us." Scully perched on the edge of her seat.
"Well, I guess you deserve to know. I'm also guessing you didn't know about what was going on then?"
"I'm still not sure I do." Scully shook her head.
Abbigail Reilly looked up to the heavens, thinking back. "I was 16. As an orphan I was completely unattached, healthy, and penniless, but I had potential. I was exactly what they were looking for. One day in the summer of 2007, I was approached by a woman. She said she represented a medical facility that was willing to pay for private lessons, my college tuition, and financial stability for the rest of my life, if… I agreed to carry a child for the program."
William leant forward to listen closer.
"I thought it was all a bit strange, but, it was my future on a silver platter. So… I signed the contract and didn't ask too many questions. I knew something fishy was going on from the start, I guess I ignored it, mostly out of fear. I didn't want to cause trouble. I thought I couldn't possibly get attached to him either, since, you know, he wasn't technically mine." Abbigail shook her head, smiling sadly at her own childhood naivety. "But then I got bored one day, not long before I was due, so I went and had a little wander around the facility." Her expression turned sour. "I saw things that made me uneasy. It was the first time I really began to question what they wanted children for, and what part I was playing. I knew what the right thing to do was. As soon as I could after he was born…"
"You ran away?" Scully nodded in understanding.
Abbigail had a faraway look now, "I was willing to sacrifice my entire future for Noah. You should have seen him as a baby. He was the sweetest little one, with his huge blue eyes, the toothless crooked smile. One little giggle from him and I just about forgot the world existed. Just imagine."
"I don't have too." Scully said lovingly, peering at William out the corner of her eye, it sent warmth spreading down his spine that engulfed him. He often forgot he'd spent almost a year with her as a baby. Being so young he couldn't remember, but from the moment he'd seen her again in the hospital window he'd felt comfortable with her. He trusted her.
"It's easy to see where he got those eyes from, looks like everyone got them." Abbigail said, acknowledging William's appearance.
He didn't think it was worth explaining to her the whole clone situation she obviously wasn't aware of, so he just smiled politely.
"Yes." Scully smiled sadly. "It seems all my children got my eyes."
The words took William back to the X Files office, looking at the photo of the cute blue eyed little girl with the blonde bob. Emily. William saw how the girl's death must still affect his mother. The pain in Dana Scully's face was still very present, even 20 years on. She'd have been nearly 24 now, only 3 or so years younger than the young woman sat in front of him.
William got up, and strolled past the slumbering dog over to the bookcase, Abbigail's eyes following him. He ran his fingers over the books, reaching the photo albums, he was about to turn away when a thin album, bound in yellow fabric caught his eye. 'Noah' was stitched on the side in blue.
William flipped it open and looked upon a large photo of a very pink, very tiny, naked newborn, curled up on a white blanket. A white band placed around his small wrist. The baby had delicate, pale red hair. His face was scrunched up tight, his tiny pink lips puckered the way new-born's lips do, and his eyelids tightly closed, but William knew that if they were open they'd be as big and blue as he remembered.
Abbigail carried on with her story, "I managed to make my way for a few years, but they found us. Noah was 4. They offered to give me what they'd promised, a college education, to keep me safe for the rest of my life, if I gave him up without a fuss."
"And?" Scully asked, a line appearing between her eyebrows.
"They were going to take him anyway. They'd probably have pried him from my cold dead hands if they had too. I didn't see the point of making it that traumatic."
"Is there anything else you remember?" William pushed, slapping the album shut.
Abbigail's eyes flickered around in a paranoid fashion. She grabbed a note pad and pen off the coffee table, scrawling something on a page of it, she ripped it out and handed it to Scully. Muttering, "Lord, if they knew…"
"What is this?" Scully frowned, reading and rereading the writing.
"Where 'it' is." Abbigail raised a brow, eyes piercing.
William knew what she meant. The facility she was kept at. It might be the hub of the answers they were looking for.
Scully tucked the paper inside her jacket pocket, "Thank you."
Abbigail nodded, "You better get going. Its best you're gone when Jack gets home. I've told him bits and pieces, but you know…"
William guessed that was her husband, the man from the wedding photo that was placed on the shelf at his eye line. A tall, sandy-haired, bearded man with a sweet face and a wide smile.
Scully stood and shook Abbigail's hand gratefully, and William followed suit, smiling crookedly at the young woman.
Abbigail ushered them to the door, "Good luck." she wished them sincerely. "He'll be okay. I can tell. You want to know why I chose the name Noah, it means long lived. If you ever need help, you know where I am." With that William and Scully walked away.
William felt it before it even happened. It hit him like a punch in the face, staggering under the force of it as a shot of agonising pain coursed through his frontal lobe, causing him to grasp his forehead with a gasp. From then on everything seemed to go in slow motion.
William stumbled, disorientated, half way down the stairs when the gunshot rang out. No firecrackers this time. William reacted immediately, he thundered back up the stairs despite his mother's urgent protests. Collapsing into kneel beside Abbigail Macy's body; he was just about lucid enough to remember not to touch. She had been so very alive, but now her eyes were glazed over and empty of the intelligent glint that had been there previously.
The labrdor in the corner was awake now, hackles up, and barking loudly.
"No," William hissed, noticing the blood trickling lazily from the bullet hole in Abbigail's right temple. He'd never seen a dead body this close before, and the empty eyes irked him.
A hand grabbed the shoulder of his jacket urgently, "William, there's nothing to be done, we have to go now!"
"No." William exhaled, chin tremoring, his mouth down-turned. This was the woman who'd given birth to and looked after his little brother. She'd deserved more than this ending.
William's eyes traveled up and to the right, where he could see the wedding photo on the bookshelf. There was nothing he could do to fix this. He had to leave, and Abbigail's young husband would come home to find the love of his life laid lifeless and bloody on their carpet. No explanation. No justice. Not here. William's stomach convulsed.
The album. William staggered purposefully, regaining strength in his legs, he fell to his knees at the bookshelf, removing Noah's photo album from it. The dog next to him growled, backing away, unsure of who the enemy was. He gripped the book tight as his mother tugged him to his feet.
"William, now." Scully pulled at his jacket, hauling him off the floor, and tugging him toward the door.
"They just killed her." William breathed, gasping for air.
Scully pressed her palms to his cheeks, forcing him to look at her, "William, listen to me. We have to get out of here okay, right now."
He nodded, allowing her to lead him swiftly past Abbigail Reilly's still warm body.
Mulder was right. There was no room for justice here.
Tragic! What do you think about it all? I'm weaving a little bit of a complicated web but don't worry I've got it all planned. Holy cow that's a long one thought right. Oh you guys are gonna love next chapter I swear.
