Transference
Part 9
by Trycee
Time-Line: 2011
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
***Sequel to Transmission and Transcendence.
**{Sorry it's taken so long to write this part. I've had some family issues and a problem with my computer. But I'll be working on more chapters soon...}
Scully could not concentrate as she sat in her office. Her mind was on Mulder and William the most but her thoughts also wandered to Gibson. Flashes of her own abduction and the images she saw while pregnant with William of Mulder's abduction made working at that moment very difficult. She had known Gibson since he was a boy and the thought of him not being returned and used instead for some Alien experiment made her cringe. Part of her wondered what William knew about the Alien's for Gibson and the other part of her rebuked herself for not trusting and believing in her son. She wanted to believe, believe that no evil could evade her son and thats what she went by. If she could trust nothing else, she would trust in her son and believe that Alien's had not succeeded in corrupting him not even in the least and that he had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Gibson.
Scully stared at the family portrait she had packed in her briefcase, one she could now proudly display as other's did of their families in their offices. She placed the photo of her and Mulder standing behind a smiling William, his features clearly a mixture of the two with her's winning out, as they stood outside their home. She slipped the photo into a frame and placed it on her desk. 'This is what I'm working for,' she told herself, as she stared at their smiling faces. 'And what I'm missing,' she thought sadly. 'Why am I here at work missing out on William's day to day activities just as I have the last nearly 9 yrs of his life?', she wondered.
Scully was interrupted by a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out, not moving from her seat.
"Dr. Scully?", a nurse said, nervously approaching her. "There's a new patient...I know you're not even on the clock yet."
"Its okay," Scully said, sipping on her coffee.
The nurses eyes wandered to the photo. "Your husband and son?"
Scully looked surprised. "Yes...that's my family."
"All these years, Dr. Scully and I never knew you had a family, " the nurse said, cautiously. "I mean, we've seen your husband but we never knew you had a son.I mean, he looks exactly like you..."
"He's not adopted," Scully said, answering the woman's unspoken question. "He is our son," she said, leaving the nurse to wonder where Dr. Scully's son could've been all these years. "I'll be there in a sec," Scully said, watching as the nurse nodded and quickly exited the room.
Scully dialed her home phone. "Mulder," she heard him say.
"Mulder, how's William doing? And you?"
"William is fine but Monica is distraught right now. We told her about Gibson and John is trying to comfort her. They're both feeling pretty guilty right now bringing him here to be taken by the aliens."
"And William, how is he reacting?"
Mulder glanced over to William who was back to playing with his cars in the living room floor while a few tearful cries could be heard from the guest bedroom from Monica with John shooing her and holding her in his arms. "He's too busy playing like a normal 10 yr old."
"I've got to go," she said, looking at the clock. "There's a new patient I need to see..."
"Don't worry about what's going on here, Scully. We have it under control."
"Love you, Mulder."
"Love you, Doc. See you when you get home."
"Ok.", she said, hanging up and locking the door of her office, heading down to do her rounds.
The moment Scully stepped onto the floor, her problems, fears and concerns about her family and home disappeared and she was focused on her job and patients.
Mulder placed a tea pot on the stove and with one eye on William he searched the cabinets for his favorite snack to calm his nerves. This was his first time alone with William without Scully somewhere in the vicinity and both he and Scully were new to parenting but it came more naturally to her than him. Mulder was nervous being with William, not knowing what to do with just the two of them together but also he wanted to get more information out of his son, especially with what happened to Gibson but he wasn't sure if he would push William too hard and it worried him.
William grabbed his father's hand, startling him. "The tea water is ready," William said.
Mulder quickly grabbed the piping hot pot off the eye and turned off the heat. "I guess I zoned out there, huh?"
"They want to speak to you," William said, turning towards the hallway.
Monica with a tear streaked cheeks came walked down the hall with John following behind her. "Mulder?", she called out but stopped when she saw both William and Mulder standing in the kitchen, looking in their direction.
"Mulder, can talk to you in private?", Monica asked as a few tears escaped.
Mulder could see the pain registered in John's face as he reacted to seeing Monica cry. He could see John kept his eyes on Monica, watching her every move just as he would Scully whenever she was distressed. And so Mulder lead them to his office, leaving William alone to play.
"We so sorry," Monica began as she stood in Mulder's office. "We had no idea he would come and get taken by them."
"It wasn't your fault," Mulder began.
"I tried telling her that," John interrupted. "She just feels so guilty," he said, with a thick New York accent.
"None of us could've known...except William," Mulder said, quietly. "And I believe him when he said he didn't know."
"Gibson is hurting," Monica began. "I can feel it."
John placed an arm around Monica's waist and they all stood there, wondering about Gibson.
William could see Gibson in the space ship in his minds eye. He could hear him screaming his name but he knew he could do nothing to help him, not at this time. He could see Gibson strapped to a table with probes going into his brain and the sheer terror he had as he could read the thoughts of the Aliens who were experimenting on him. William opened himself to Gibson, letting him know that he could hear him but couldn't rescue him. "Just do what they tell you too, Gibson," William said to Gibson through his thoughts. "Don't resist or they'll make it worst."
"Why can't you help me?", Gibson asked William.
"Because they would keep me and they would be no way to fight against them if they get me. "
"It hurts. They're hurting me!"
"I'm sorry," William said, as tears streaked down his own cheeks as he opened himself up to Gibson's pain. William then doubled over and screamed out from the excruciating pain.
Mulder ran out of his office and picked up his son. "What is it? William, what is it?"
"Its Gibson. I can feel his pain."
Mulder held William in his arms as he reacted to Gibson's pain. "He doesn't understand why I can't help him. He wants me to save him."
"Break the connection, William. Break it!", Mulder ordered.
William sat up in his arms. "They're talking to me. They're telling me not to interfere. They said they are in control."
"What else did they say?", Monica said, kneeling down next to Mulder holding William.
"They said, they are the creators...," William continued. "Don't interfere with their plans."
William stood up and wiped his face. "What's for lunch?"
Mulder glanced at both John and Monica and then back to his son. "Are you okay?"
"I'm starved!", William said, as if nothing had happened.
The adults continued to stare at the small boy until he said it again," I'm starved..."
"I'll fix us something," Monica said, baffled as she headed towards the kitchen.
Mulder turned to John. "Scully wants us to work on her office. That'll keep us busy the rest of the day taking everything out of her office and taking it upstairs."
John looked at the steep steps that lead to the finished room upstairs and then shrugged. "I could die from something worst," he joked.
Scully could feel both William and Mulder so strongly she was having a hard time listening to the parents of her patients as they explained the reason for the child's visit to the hospital that day. She finished with the patient and then rushed to the hallway, pulling out her cell phone and dialing her home number again. "Mulder?"
"Scully, what's wrong?"
"I had such a strong feeling about the two of you."
Mulder glanced over at William who was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at the table. "It was William. He could feel Gibson."
"What did he say?"
"They were hurting Gibson and it made both William and Monica cry. She could feel him too. But then the aliens starting talking to him and told him not to interfere."
"And?", she said, impatiently.
"And it was the weirdest thing, Scully. It was like it never happened with him. He straightened up and said he was starving."
"Why do you think that was, Mulder?"
"I don't know Scully. But its clear, Scully, our son is not our own!"
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