Samantha

Agent Scully was going to keep me and Piper. (I am so used to calling her Charlotte. Grandfather always insisted on it.) I was not going to have to go back to England, ashamed of my decision to search for my father. Agent Scully looked rather strict, but still nice enough to live with. She didn't seem to be the most amusing person to live with, but she did not seem like Grandfather either.
Just as our meal was arriving, a man approached our table. He was dressed in a suit, and bald.
"Hello. I'm Walter Skinner. You must be Agent Mulder's daughter. I was, uh, I mean am, his boss. Nice to meet you." He smiled at me.
"Hullo," I replied. " My name is Samantha. And this is my sister Charlotte. I mean, Piper." I corrected myself. I smiled at him, and continued to inspect my food.
I had ordered a chicken sandwich and a baked potato. Agent Scully seemed a bit surprised by my choice. She herself had ordered a chicken salad, the same as Charlotte.
After we finished our food, I excused myself and Charlotte to go to the rest room and clean up. Not that we needed cleaning. I just wanted to talk to Charlotte. She hadn't spoken a word throughout the whole meal.
"Charlotte, are you all right? You haven't said anything. Do you like Agent Scully?" I asked her, concerned.
She nodded her little curly blond head and looked at me with her big emerald eyes. They shone with tears.
"You miss Mummy, don't you?" She nodded her golden head.
I squeezed her tightly and wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks. I couldn't tell her that Mum would be back, because she wouldn't. I couldn't tell her that everything would be all right, because I didn't know if it would be. I just stood there, holding her tightly.
Suddenly the door swung open. Agent Scully stood and surveyed the scene before her. Her own eyes filled with tears as she watched us embrace. She blinked the tears away rapidly.
"Piper, would you please let me talk to your sister for a moment?" She asked. Charlotte nodded, and left the rest room.
"You two are close, aren't you?" She asked suddenly.
"Yeah. Even though we have different fathers. I adore her."
"Do you think she'll be unhappy here?"
" I think it will take her a while to get used to the different customs, but I think she will adjust. She would be more unhappy in England." I looked away, realizing that I should not have spoken the last sentence out loud.
" Why? Why would she be unhappy in England? I thought you were treated like princesses there."
"That's the problem. Grandfather controlled our lives completely. Our clothes, books, tutors, nannies, and even our friends had to be approved. We had no freedom to make our own choices. But that is beside the point. Why did you come in here?"
" I wanted to ask you if you would like to spend tomorrow with Skinner. He could take you to see the sites around the city. That way Ms. Andrews and I could speak about your living arrangements." She looked at me questioningly.
I nodded. I wanted to ask Skinner about my father.

Dana

I couldn't believe how much I like that girl. I feel like I would die if I couldn't keep her. So I arranged for her to stay with Skinner while I talked with her social worker. Then I called the Gunmen up and told them to meet me in my office. I also told them to run a search on Mulder's daughter.
Then I walked into the bathroom. And I saw those two girls hugging each other as if they hung on to life. Then it hit me: Samantha hugged her sister in the same protective way that Mulder hugged me. And then, the little one, Piper, looked up at me with those big green eyes and she looked so vulnerable, so helpless, I felt the sudden urge to hug her too. If it was Mulder, he would have done it.
I try to imagine living with two kids, one of them a teenager, and I can't. But I know that I'll make it somehow. They are so polite, so charming, and well mannered (and their British accents are so cute!).
But my biggest surprise came when we ordered our food. I thought that Samantha would order a hamburger and French fries, but she ordered a chicken sandwich and a baked potato. That is the first time I have seen a teen pass up junk food for a baked potato! And the little one, she ordered a chicken salad! A five year old.
After we left the diner, I reminded the girls that Skinner would be at their hotel at ten o'clock.
That evening, as soon as I returned home, the phone rang. Skinner. Backing out. Some lame excuse. I don't blame him, really. But we couldn't just leave the girls alone. The only people I could think of were the Lone Gunmen. Oh, boy. Three men, a teenager, and a five year old. Great combination.
I sighed and reached for the phone. I dialed and waited for someone to pick up.
"The Lone Gunmen." A weird voice answered.
"Langly, turn off the tape recorder. It's me, Scully." I heard a click, then Langly's voice.
"I hate to do this but, are you guys free tomorrow?" I asked wearily.
"Why? Do you need a date? Frohike would love to accompany you anywhere."
"No, I don't need a date. And if I did, I wouldn't be calling you. I need a baby-sitter."
"You're joking, right? I think you have the wrong number. The Baby Sitter's Club is next door."
"I think you'd be a little more interested if you know who your charges will be."
"Okay. Who do you want us to baby sit? An alien?"
"Close. Mulder's daughter."
I could almost hear Langly's jaw drop. "You would trust us in the same room with Mulder's daughter? I'm honored, Scully!"
"Well, don't be. You're my last reserve. Please say you'll do it. I'll pay you of course."
His voice suddenly turned serious. "Just letting us near her is enough of a payment. What time do you need us to be there?"
"Ten sharp at room 507 at the Capitol Plaza Hotel. And please don't mention Mulder's disappearance. Her dad is away, and you don't know how to reach him. And please don't tell her about any government conspiracies that work through beauty magazines, or something equally crazy. Pretend you're normal."
"Pretend? We're the most normal residents of this city, Scully!"
"Oh, yeah!" I grinned. " Uh, and one more thing. She has a five year old sister."
"Okay, thirteen year old we can handle, but five year old? Whoa!"
"You can handle them. They're sweet kids. Very polite and everything. Please don't mess up. I really want to keep them."
"Okay. Bye Scully."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and wondered what I had done.