"Don't come any closer, you black lunged sonofabitch!" A fury unlike any other swept over Scully. Everything that this sick bastard had done to them over the years hit her at full force.
"If you must know, my name is Carl. I know how you must loathe me, Dana, but you see those feelings are unfounded. I'm the reason you have a perfectly healthy teenage son standing next to you...the reason you are carrying another child so late in life."
"You're a liar." A mixture of emotions bubbled up inside of Scully and she fought to keep them at bay. For her son's sake, if anything. She thought back to what Skinner had said to her a few months ago. Jackson couldn't hear any of this.
"Enough!" Jackson screamed, raising his arms in furious concentration.
CSM held his hand up. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, boy...it won't work anyways. I've died four times already. What makes you think it'll work this time?"
Jackson glared, but as he turned towards Scully, he felt his resolve soften slightly. He recalled the look on Mulder's face when he killed those people at the motel. And now looking at his birth mother, knowing the enduring love she carried for him that knew no bounds, he knew he couldn't bear seeing that same look on her face too. He lowered his arms.
CSM sneered. "I know everything. You and my son were trying to conceive all those years ago. I just wanted to give you back something you thought you'd lost."
Scully steeled herself against his words. She placed a hand on Jackson's arm, while the other came to rest protectively on her abdomen. The need to protect both her children was strong. Not wanting to hear any of it, but at the same time not being able to help herself. "During that time, I was able to gather the samples I needed in order to create a viable embryo."
Scully drew in a breath at the memory. The lack of agency. The mourning of something she never realized she had wanted until it was forcibly taken from her. "It didn't take." The words taunted her as if it were yesterday.
"That's what I told them to tell you. I took yours and Mulder's samples and used them to create the perfect alien-human hybrid."
Jackson was stunned as the realization hit him. "All this time, you sent me those visions. Made me believe that YOU were my father," he growled, clenching his fists. It was, however, a relief that this sick man wasn't his father.
"I am your creator, Jackson and we still share ties, I am your grandfather. I made it possible for your mother and father to have the child they dreamed of, but they abandoned you."
Hearing the words, even while knowing they weren't true, was like a knife in Scully's chest. As a result of the pregnancy hormones, she felt a lump grow in her throat and tears well in her eyes. But before she could get the words out, Jackson interjected. "THAT'S BULLSHIT! YOU KNOW NOTHING!" He screamed.
The smoking man chuckled. "Dana, as you already know, you have alien DNA and a chip that cured your cancer. It was our hope that the implant in conjunction with the alien DNA would allow women to conceive well beyond the average reproductive window. Men can be Fathers at almost any age after puberty, why not women as well? All I had to do was activate it," he mused.
Scully shook her head. Seeing this sick, pathetic human being after all these years after surviving a missile strike was unreal. She had seen him in her visions, known he was alive, but she was still struggling with the reality of it. "You think you can play God?"
"Play God...I am doing God's work. I made it possible for you to have this second chance. You should be thanking me. You and Fox," he said, gesturing to her belly.
"How...how did you know about my baby?" She asked icily.
"Dana, I know where you are at all times. I know everything about you. Even when you and Fox played house all those years, thinking you both were safe. The FBI sought his help all those years ago with my recommendation. I sent them to you to find him."
Scully always thought it was odd that the FBI sought Mulder out on such a simple case.
"It's because of me he's no longer a criminal, but my boy continues to get himself in trouble."
"Go to Hell."
"I've been there and back, but boy do I need a cigarette. Thank you for the visit," he said as he snapped his fingers.
Suddenly two men emerged from the shadows, grabbing them both roughly from behind. Before they could react, a cuff was thrown onto Jackson's right hand and then onto his mother's left. "Shit! Jackson yelled.
"No!" Scully screamed. "You bastard! I will kill you!"
"If you're both good, you can stay together and we can have a little family reunion," CSM continued.
As they both struggled, they were unaware of the needles that were produced and pressed into their arms. Everything around them slowly became distorted and blurry before fading into black.