Camp grounds

"She can't take much more of this." Monica whispered, feeling John's arms wrap around her from behind. She leaned back letting her eyes fall shut.

"Come on. You should sleep some." He told her softly. She took a breath to protest as Scully let out a low anguished moan. The girl moved to the end of the bed, rolling her from her side. Mulder braced her shoulders to keep her from moving back as she yelled in protest.

"I can't just-." Reyes argued weakly.

"Yes you can." He said softly, pulling her back from the door. "Come to bed."


"No. Please." She moaned again, trying to force herself back to her side.

"Scully let her check you." Mulder pleaded, his hands cupping her thin shoulders.

"No." She whimpered. Her body pulled up to a half seated position as a look of panic crossed her features. "Oh no!"

"That's good. Keep pushing. Keep going." The girl scrambled closer to her legs.

"I can't." Scully moaned quietly, her body shaking dramatically. "I need to rest. I need to-. Mulder I need to rest."

He looked at the young woman quickly, she shook her head at him.

"You gotta keep going Sweetheart." He told her as she dropped her head against his chest. She moved her head back and fourth with a small whimper, but he could see the strain of exertion on her face.

"Good Dana, good." The midwife whispered. "Not much longer."

Mulder pressed his lips to her head.

"Give me a little more." She pleaded. Mulder sheered himself up against her and took a slow breath just like Gibson had taught him. His wife's eyes shot open, turning to look at his. He focused on her watching as she took a staggered breath.

"You can't protect her from this." He whispered out loud, watching her face break into an almost relieved look of appreciation. He nodded again watching her eyes flash with newly sharp pain as she was pulled into one last push.


There was a cry, but not of a newborn. Doggit swallowed hard at the low sorrowful sound from his former partner.

Father Kempf leaned forward in the chair he had settled in, his fingers again clutching the rosary beads and starting to pray.

Gibson slid slowly from the small cot and padded across the smooth muddy path between the two cabins. His mother had sat up when the door creeked open, but John had pulled her back down slowly.

"I should.."

"Let him."

There was a protest from the other cabin before he returned with a small blanket and a motionless infant. He dropped to his knee's before William, who's crisp blue eyes opened imdiatly, sweeping down to his tiny sister. He looked back at Gibson, the older boys lips were tight, but his eyes gave away the message between them before the toddlers hand slipped out from the blankets and settled on the baby's still chest.

Kempf leaned forward, studiously watching the exchange as her ribcage rose slowly beneath him. The color poured into her features as another pair of blue eyes hit Williams before letting out a hearty wail.

Monica's mouth slipped slowly open before she shifted her eyes to John. Who shook his head slowly.

"He is The Christ." The priest decided breathlessly, dropping from his chair to kneel before the boy. From the doorway, Fox Mulder stood frozen, tears of relief and awe tracing paths down his red cheeks.