John and I watched Virginia and Scully carefully from outside the room;
William was in his little hospital bed, connected to a life support system.
"She's taking it pretty hard, isn't she?" John asked.
"Well, put yourself in her shoes. If that happened to me… I don't know what I
would do…" I replied, sighing. "I think she's taking it much better than I
would."
Silence.
"Monica did you ever consider having…" He couldn't bring himself to finish the
sentence, but he didn't really need to.
"Yes, I did actually. A long time ago."
"In a galaxy far, far away?" He grinned.
"But, I completely gave up. At least you didn't…" Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Monica… I'm sorry."
"Don't be… it wasn't your fault…"
More silence. Just what I needed. Yay.
"I'm going back to the waiting room… I'm tired." I said.
*~*
"…I'll tell you Diana's future." Annie grinned. Her intelligence paid off
yet again.
"Fine." Fala snapped, "Tell me what will become of my daughter…" The little
girl, Diana walked over to Annie silently and closed her eyes.
"Diana," Annie said, placing a willowy pale finger on the middle of her
forehead. "I want you to calm your mind completely."
Diana… she was an immortal… by the time she would turn thirty-five, the aging
process would stop abruptly and she would forget everything about herself. Her
life would start all over again. By the time she should turn 55, she would meet
her destiny, the FBI. Years later she
would become pregnant… the baby's name… Rachel… she would abandon Rachel to die
and forget her. This child… was a… what? She had a tissue complex that was
slightly… alien?
"Make it stop!" Annie got up and held her hand against her head. "Fala… you did
this… NO!!!"
Fala had succeeded. Fala's soul had been drained into one of Jessica's
offspring. The firstborn.
"Monica? Wake up!" John shook me awake.
"What?"
"Lucy just died…"
In that single moment I tried hard to remember something… something important
from the dream…
"Rachel… one of those girls… one of the other girls with Virginia and Dana and
William and Lucy… one of them was Rachel…"
"Yeah, so?"
BOOM.
It was twenty years ago, the night Fala and Annie died,
Diana disappeared, and Fala's soul was transferred to one of Jessica offspring.
Jessica was in Austin, Texas and held a small bundle of pink blankets in her
arms.
"I'm sorry, Monica, but this is the way it has to be." She whispered, placing
and the bundle on the doorstep of a suburban home. Jessica tucked a note inside
the bundle and ran away, weeping. The baby within the bundle was crying as
well. The door swung open, and a young Mexican woman picked the baby girl up
and smiled, reading the note.
"Well, Monica… let's go inside."