Who Lives in a Pineapple…

Gibson drove down the highway listening as he heard the young male voice singing in his head. "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea… who's square and yellow and porous is he?"

"Come on William, knock it off and talk to me. I can hear you, so I know you can hear me." Gibson thought.

"Go away, just go away!" William screamed in Gibson's head, causing Gibson to slam on his breaks and almost get rear ended by one of the military transport trucks behind him.

"Come on Will, I'm your brother, talk to me. Tell me where you are and I'll come get you and Melissa and we can find dad. Then we'll go meet up with some of my friends who have been looking after someone very special to me and dad." He whispered.

"Go away Gibson, don't try to find us. We're safer where we are than with you. Your friends aren't friends, they're aliens. They have a clone of your mom for you. They will kill you and the clone if you don't bring them me and Melissa. Dad is where he wants to be with my mom."

"Your mom used him, and as soon as she realized she couldn't trap him she gave up Melissa and you Will."

"No she didn't. She didn't want to give up Melissa, but because the aliens had taken Aunt Samantha, and mom, and dad. They knew Melissa wouldn't be safe. So they hid her. Then your friends threatened dad. So dad went into hiding, then Uncle Jeffery found out they were gonna kidnap me. So he helped mom hide me."

"She's lying to you William, she gave you up because you scared her, she considered you an abomination." Gibson hissed.

"No Gibson, you're being lied to. I knew her thoughts, I remember her tears. I remember how she laid in bed with me that night, before I was hidden away. She told me her heart. How she would find me and Melissa when the time was right. When the world was a safer place for us, unless we found her first. How hard it was for her to give up first he daughter, then the man she loved so completely, and then me. I showered her with the feeling of love right back."

"Feelings don't lie Gibson, but words do."

"Let me come and get you from her before she destroys everything, William." Gibson begged.

"No I won't let you kill my mother." William hissed back.

"She killed mine!" Gibson raged.

"No she didn't Gibson, our grandfather killed your mother after she helped my mother find dad. They were angry, especially grandfather he wanted dad to die. Because only dad could have fathered me and Melissa, only dad was capable of getting our mom pregnant. Because they are who they are."

"What are you talking about William, any man could have gotten her pregnant."

"No Gibson not so. My mom was healed from an alien ship, that ship when she touched it knew her DNA, it scanned her and repaired her to what humans were supposed to be. Only another like her could get her pregnant. That's dad."

"She's not like us William. She's not a mind reader."

"Yes, she is. But she learned how to block it, the only person she talks to mentally is dad. Sometimes me and Melissa as well, but she doesn't snoop in peoples thoughts. Gibson, if you continue in trying to find us. We will have to take drastic measures. Go back in hiding." William warned him.

"I deserve to have a mother and a father Will. I want them to be together, like they should have been all along. Dana stole you and Melissa from her, as well as dad. I deserve to have my family back."

"Gibson, how did you become the way you are? Your mother submitted herself to a procedure and they grew you in a tank! That's not a mother, what she did, she did to save herself when the aliens came along."

"Tell me where you are William! I demand to know!"

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Who's square and yellow and po…..us.. is….heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Where ever he was the connection was now broken. He looked around to where he was exactly. He was two hours outside of Wyoming. He watched for the next exist and pulled off to turn around and head back in the other direction. He'd find them and he'd make Dana Scully pay for turning his father and brother against him. For the senseless death of his mother.

He pulled into the nearest gas station to fill up, when he entered the gas station every eye was on the television. "Reports are just beginning to come in. There has been a massive terror attack in Wyoming. The National Guard and other military are responding now. Residents not affected by this attack are advised not to drink the water. To stay indoors and know that help is on the way. Do not attempt to leave until the military has made sure that there are no other chemical weapons set to detonate in the area. Colorado, Utah, Idaho and Nebraska are setting up emergency shelters with the assistance of FEMA. Meanwhile the East Coast is getting ready for super storm Sandy. Predicted to be one of the worst storms to hit the east coast. Residents along the coast are being urged to evacuate and head for higher ground. Emergency personnel are urging those who can't relocate to head to one of the nearest emergency shelters being set up by those areas predicted to escape the worst of the storm. If you are brave enough to try and wait it out. FEMA recommends that you have a minimum of 5 days drinking water on water. One gallon per person per day, in the case of a power outage and you can't flush your toilet FEMA recommends using plastic bags as receptacle's for sanitation reasons. Make sure you clearly mark them as a bio-hazard. Remember if you have a gas stove that it is not recommended that you attempt to use it to heat your home."

Gibson approached the counter and pulled a twenty from his pocket. "Hey buddy I'm filling up on pump six. The clerk nodded and reached over to flip on the pump.

"It's almost as if the wrath of God is descending on us." The clerk muttered.

"It's more than God." Gibson shot back and walked out the door. He needed to concentrate on finding William.

Meanwhile in Wyoming…

Mulder held Dana tightly to him as she cried her heart out over the child they had lost so many years ago. She remembered. She remembered the day they had made the tape, the conversation, the love making. She awoke in tears. Grieving for what should have been. She always put on such a hard shell for the world to see.

Rarely letting that tough outer façade to crack, he knew the majority of this was hormones from the current pregnancy. Yet he did not hide the fact that he was very much enjoying his current role. He rubbed soothing circles along her back, whispering in her ear that it was all going to be okay. She cried for Emily as well. Two children stolen from her by unseen forces.

He placed a soft kiss under her ear as he brushed her hair back, as a psychologist he knew she needed to cry. All he could do in turn was offer small comfort. The door connecting his and Dana's room flung open and a scared William stood in the door frame.

"Mom, dad we have a problem. Gibson is on our trail. I made him think we were two hours behind him to throw him off for now. The National Guard is on the way here. The safest way for us to get out is we have to back track and scoot through North Dakota." He rushed out.

Instantly the Dana Scully, Mulder had fallen in love with was back. She dried her eyes and straightened her spine. He handed her a tissue which she took gratefully and blew her nose.

"What's going on Will?" She asked him softly.

"Somehow Gibson got into my head while I was sleeping. He wanted me to tell him where we were. So he could come and get me, dad and Melissa. I made him think that we were behind him. The National Guard is coming to Wyoming. The only way for us to get out safely is we have to back track and scoot through North Dakota. Even Melissa agrees it's the safest route.

Uncle Bill and everyone is ready to go. Billy dropped off a bunch of keys for some Hummers. He filled the tanks too. He filled them with guns, ammo and food. He said we need to get moving. He wrote down the address of the safe house. His people have four busloads of kids who didn't get stung yesterday and are moving them to a place where they'll be safe. He said there's too many babies. Whatever that means. He also said to tell you he knows where we're going and he'll get word to us when it's safe. But we gotta go NOW!"

Scully smiles over at her son. So intense like his father, even though he looked like her. "Okay Sweetie I'll be ready in five minutes. Go tell the others to start packing up. Grandma and Melissa have all of our stuff packed up already. Uncle Bill and Aunt Tara are already downstairs. Uncle Walter, Uncle John, Aunt Monica and Kim are ready to. Uncle Charlie and Aunt Janet as well. We're just waiting on you guys." He told her.

"Why did you tell us last William?" She asked softly.

"You were upset mom, about something that happened and you needed to cry. I gave you as much time as I could. We really can't wait any longer. I'm sorry I couldn't give you more time. But we really do need to hurry."

"It's okay William. Thank you for giving me time to grieve. But I guess that it has to wait until a more appropriate time, and now really isn't the time for it. Go ahead and tell everyone that your dad and I will be down if five minutes please."

"Okay, mom." He responded. He started to walk out the door and stopped. He turned and looked at her. "I'm sorry they stole your baby mom, and I'm sorry they killed Emily too. I know I wasn't even thought of, but am I am sorry. So is Melissa." He told her before turning bright red and running back the way he came, closing the door behind him.

Scully disentangles herself from Mulder's arms as she climbs off the bed she grabs her clothes from the night before and quickly begins changing. Mulder watches her carefully as he too begins to ready for the day. "Are you okay Dana?" He asks gently.

"I'm fine." She answers. He gives her the look. "No really, Mulder I am fine. It just took me by surprise actually being able to remember it not even trying to remember it. Thank you, for editing the tape though." She tells him as she pulls her top on.

"So you really do remember?" He answers her.

"Yes, I really do, now will you hurry up and finish getting ready. We need to get on the road." She admonishes him.

"Sure, fine, whatever Scully." He quips and laughs when she raises her brow at him. "I'm ready Doc, how about you?" He tells her as he ties his shoes.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be." She answers and heads out the door. He looks around the room quickly making sure they haven't left anything behind.

He knows this is the culmination of years of investigating the paranormal, his search for his sister, his search for the truth. He only prays that they all come out alright in the end.