Samantha
I stared at the intimidating black door, and tried to gather enough courage to knock. I finally took a deep breath and pounded my fist on the metal.
"Come in!" A female voice answered.
I pulled on the handle. I opened the door to find a woman, sitting at a desk in a chaotically untidy room.
The desk itself was completely covered in what appeared to be files, magazines, and all types, shapes and sizes of paper. The bulletin board was covered with snapshots of fuzzy, unidentifiable objects and clippings from newspapers.
The woman had chin length, bright fire red hair, a long nose and pretty blue eyes. She looked up at me curiously. I guess its not everyday that the FBI gets visits from teenage girls.
"I'm looking for Agent Fox Mulder. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong office."
She smiled, and looked at the chaos around room. Then her eyes grew larger, somehow sadder. "This is Agent Mulder's office. He's not here. He won't be returning for some time. I am his partner, Agent Dana Scully."
She avoided my eyes.
" Do you know where I could reach him? I believe he would like to see me. Yet, I'd like to surprise him. I'm sorry. I have been quite rude. I don't know where my manners went. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Samantha Mulder." I smiled at Agent Scully.
She didn't return the smile. In fact, she pulled out her gun.
"Samantha Mulder is dead. Who are you? Tell me the truth, or I'll shoot you, so help me god." She yelled.
My hands flung up. "I'm Agent Mulder's daughter."
Her gun wavered, and slowly went down. "Daughter?" She looked completely bewildered.
"He doesn't know about me. See, while he was attending Harvard, he met a woman named Elizabeth James. My mother. They developed a serious relationship within the course of the year. Then Fox Mulder had to leave for Oxford. A week after he left, my mother discovered that she was pregnant. With me. She did not intend to tell my father, because she knew that if he found out that he had a daughter, he would rush back to help raise me. She wanted him to have a career. So she moved back to England, where she was originally from, to raise me. She was the daughter of a wealthy English lord, so she knew that raising me would be no problem.
I had a nanny, and we lived in a beautiful manor in the English countryside. We spent half of the year in the manor, and half of the year in our apartment in London.
Well, six years after I was born, my mother, Lady Elizabeth, met and fell in love with a wealthy American businessman. They married and my mother gave birth to another daughter. Piper Charlotte Harrison. Lady Charlotte, she was called. Piper and Samantha were American names, and English lords do not permit their granddaughters to bear foreign names. I was called Lady Anne. My middle name is Anne. Well Ann without an E at the end, but my grandfather quickly added it on.
Anyway, two weeks ago, my mother and stepfather where killed in an automobile accident. In her will, my mother left me to decide where Piper and I would like to live. I chose to come here and live with my father. Piper was to come with me. She's waiting outside with our social worker. I thought it might be better if I talked to my father first. Do you know a telephone number where I might reach him?" I asked. I was very apprehensive and the story just came out on its own.
Agent Scully had looked at me with wonder while I told my story. Now she lowered her eyes again. "He's unreachable. I don't know where he is. I'm sorry."
I turned to leave. I was so disappointed. I thought I would meet my father, at last, and he wasn't there. Know I would have to return to England and my grandparents.
"Wait!" Agent Scully cried out abruptly, just as I reached for the door. " You can live with me. See, Agent Mulder and I, we're engaged. I'm carrying his child. I would like for you to live with me until he returns, if you'd like." She looked at me hopefully. As if I were her last chance of comfort. It was strange. But I would do anything, rather than return to England. Living with an FBI Agent would be much more exciting that living with my strict grandparents, who intended to raise me like royalty.
"I would fancy that. We can go talk to Ms. Andrews right now. She's my social worker." I explained, and reached for the door again. This time Agent Scully didn't try to stop me. She followed me outside to the bench where Piper sat with Ms. Andrews. I introduced everyone. Then Agent Scully excused herself, saying that she needed to make some telephone calls. We all decided to sit down at a small diner for dinner (lunch, as the Americans call it). Agent Scully asked if we minded if some of my father's friends joined us. I didn't mind at all.
As we sat at the restaurant looking over the menu, I glanced at the woman that my father loved and grinned. I would be living with her, at least for now.
Dana
At first, I couldn't believe that the girl that looked so much like Mulder's sister was actually his daughter. She had his sister's long waist length brown braids, her liquid brown eyes, and radiant, charming smile. Such a sweet face.
The instant she walked into Mulder's office, her presence somehow filled the dully aching hole inside of me. She was so much like him. So innocent, emotional, but strong too.
His daughter. I still can't believe it. Mulder has a daughter. A beautiful, healthy, charming, sweet, teenaged daughter. Mulder. My Mulder. My partner Mulder. My friend Mulder. The father of my child, Mulder.
I know he would want me to take care of her. Besides, I couldn't let her go. She was my last chance. My last hope of finding peace or comfort. I had to keep her with me. So I told a little white lie. That I was engaged to Mulder. Of course I couldn't tell Samantha that her father was abducted by aliens.
Little gray men, Mulder would have said.
The poor child had already lost one parent. I couldn't let her lose a second. I would have to tell her, sooner or later. But for now, it would be later.
I wonder why her mother never told her about Samantha. Mulder's sister.
I stopped musing about the situation and decided to call The Lone Gunmen and Skinner. They had a right to know. I knew I should call Doggett, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. After I explained the situation, and asked the Gunmen to bring Mulder's sister's file (hacking into my computer, where the file was, would be no problem for them), I joined Samantha, her little sister Piper, and Ms. Andrews at the diner.
I stared at the intimidating black door, and tried to gather enough courage to knock. I finally took a deep breath and pounded my fist on the metal.
"Come in!" A female voice answered.
I pulled on the handle. I opened the door to find a woman, sitting at a desk in a chaotically untidy room.
The desk itself was completely covered in what appeared to be files, magazines, and all types, shapes and sizes of paper. The bulletin board was covered with snapshots of fuzzy, unidentifiable objects and clippings from newspapers.
The woman had chin length, bright fire red hair, a long nose and pretty blue eyes. She looked up at me curiously. I guess its not everyday that the FBI gets visits from teenage girls.
"I'm looking for Agent Fox Mulder. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong office."
She smiled, and looked at the chaos around room. Then her eyes grew larger, somehow sadder. "This is Agent Mulder's office. He's not here. He won't be returning for some time. I am his partner, Agent Dana Scully."
She avoided my eyes.
" Do you know where I could reach him? I believe he would like to see me. Yet, I'd like to surprise him. I'm sorry. I have been quite rude. I don't know where my manners went. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Samantha Mulder." I smiled at Agent Scully.
She didn't return the smile. In fact, she pulled out her gun.
"Samantha Mulder is dead. Who are you? Tell me the truth, or I'll shoot you, so help me god." She yelled.
My hands flung up. "I'm Agent Mulder's daughter."
Her gun wavered, and slowly went down. "Daughter?" She looked completely bewildered.
"He doesn't know about me. See, while he was attending Harvard, he met a woman named Elizabeth James. My mother. They developed a serious relationship within the course of the year. Then Fox Mulder had to leave for Oxford. A week after he left, my mother discovered that she was pregnant. With me. She did not intend to tell my father, because she knew that if he found out that he had a daughter, he would rush back to help raise me. She wanted him to have a career. So she moved back to England, where she was originally from, to raise me. She was the daughter of a wealthy English lord, so she knew that raising me would be no problem.
I had a nanny, and we lived in a beautiful manor in the English countryside. We spent half of the year in the manor, and half of the year in our apartment in London.
Well, six years after I was born, my mother, Lady Elizabeth, met and fell in love with a wealthy American businessman. They married and my mother gave birth to another daughter. Piper Charlotte Harrison. Lady Charlotte, she was called. Piper and Samantha were American names, and English lords do not permit their granddaughters to bear foreign names. I was called Lady Anne. My middle name is Anne. Well Ann without an E at the end, but my grandfather quickly added it on.
Anyway, two weeks ago, my mother and stepfather where killed in an automobile accident. In her will, my mother left me to decide where Piper and I would like to live. I chose to come here and live with my father. Piper was to come with me. She's waiting outside with our social worker. I thought it might be better if I talked to my father first. Do you know a telephone number where I might reach him?" I asked. I was very apprehensive and the story just came out on its own.
Agent Scully had looked at me with wonder while I told my story. Now she lowered her eyes again. "He's unreachable. I don't know where he is. I'm sorry."
I turned to leave. I was so disappointed. I thought I would meet my father, at last, and he wasn't there. Know I would have to return to England and my grandparents.
"Wait!" Agent Scully cried out abruptly, just as I reached for the door. " You can live with me. See, Agent Mulder and I, we're engaged. I'm carrying his child. I would like for you to live with me until he returns, if you'd like." She looked at me hopefully. As if I were her last chance of comfort. It was strange. But I would do anything, rather than return to England. Living with an FBI Agent would be much more exciting that living with my strict grandparents, who intended to raise me like royalty.
"I would fancy that. We can go talk to Ms. Andrews right now. She's my social worker." I explained, and reached for the door again. This time Agent Scully didn't try to stop me. She followed me outside to the bench where Piper sat with Ms. Andrews. I introduced everyone. Then Agent Scully excused herself, saying that she needed to make some telephone calls. We all decided to sit down at a small diner for dinner (lunch, as the Americans call it). Agent Scully asked if we minded if some of my father's friends joined us. I didn't mind at all.
As we sat at the restaurant looking over the menu, I glanced at the woman that my father loved and grinned. I would be living with her, at least for now.
Dana
At first, I couldn't believe that the girl that looked so much like Mulder's sister was actually his daughter. She had his sister's long waist length brown braids, her liquid brown eyes, and radiant, charming smile. Such a sweet face.
The instant she walked into Mulder's office, her presence somehow filled the dully aching hole inside of me. She was so much like him. So innocent, emotional, but strong too.
His daughter. I still can't believe it. Mulder has a daughter. A beautiful, healthy, charming, sweet, teenaged daughter. Mulder. My Mulder. My partner Mulder. My friend Mulder. The father of my child, Mulder.
I know he would want me to take care of her. Besides, I couldn't let her go. She was my last chance. My last hope of finding peace or comfort. I had to keep her with me. So I told a little white lie. That I was engaged to Mulder. Of course I couldn't tell Samantha that her father was abducted by aliens.
Little gray men, Mulder would have said.
The poor child had already lost one parent. I couldn't let her lose a second. I would have to tell her, sooner or later. But for now, it would be later.
I wonder why her mother never told her about Samantha. Mulder's sister.
I stopped musing about the situation and decided to call The Lone Gunmen and Skinner. They had a right to know. I knew I should call Doggett, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. After I explained the situation, and asked the Gunmen to bring Mulder's sister's file (hacking into my computer, where the file was, would be no problem for them), I joined Samantha, her little sister Piper, and Ms. Andrews at the diner.
