Disclaimer: Yes, its true that "I made this", but I borrowed a few characters to do it. Mulder,Scully, and the rest of the FBI gang (as well as Mulder's sister Samantha and the Lone Gunmen) all belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox. But Samantha Ann Mulder (the daughter) Piper Charlotte Harrison, Elizabeth James and the rest of their family, as well as Ms. Andrews, belong to me.
Notes: I did make up the FBI Acadamey. To my knowledge, there is no existense of such a thing. I also want to warn you that I did use celebritiy names and I hope I did not offend anyone. Everything mentioned about them in this chapter is only for the purpose of the story. It is not true.
If you want to use this story in your website, or anywhere else, please notify me. Send an email! samanthafoxdana@hotmail.com
PLEASE review! this is my first fanfic, so please be kind!:)
Happy Reading!
Dana
When I woke up that morning, I was extremely nervous. Obviously. I had a feeling that letting the Gunmen babysit Mulder's daughter wasn't a good idea. Well, it turns out I was wrong. But let me start from the beginning.
I awoke at seven, an hour later than usual. I had taken the day off. I dressed in a pair of gray pants and a plain white shirt. I fixed myself a bagel with some cream cheese, even though I was feeling a bit queasy. They sure don't kid around about this morning sickness stuff. Ugh.
I left my apartment at a quarter to eight. I picked the gunmen up from their office and we drove to the hotel together. No one dared to speak in the car. We were all too nervous to even think about opening our mouths.
When we got to the hotel, the girls and their social worker were waiting. Samantha was reading to Piper. She put the book away and eagerly glanced at the Lone Gunmen. I introduced everyone. Then Ms. Andrews and I left for my apartment, where we would discuss the girls' living arrangements.
"Would you like a cup of tea, coffee, juice, anything . . .?" I asked nervously, before we sat down at the kitchen table.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." She sat down and opened a folder she had been carrying. "The girls' mother left them almost a million in US dollars. She wished to pay for their education with some of that money. The rest was to be used to help them locate themselves wherever they wanted to go after collage. The girls do have access to this account. But they can each withdraw a maximum of $2,000 per year. However in this case, I think that they could use this money to pay for their food and other costs while living with you."
Wow. I never imagined that two girls could have such a large amount of money. " No. I don't think that will be necessary. My salary is large enough to cover the living expenses of three people."
"Okay. But if you ever change your mind, you will also have access to the account. Where will they attend school?"
" There is an elementary school within walking distance of my apartment. It's George Washington Elementary and Middle School. Or, if they like, they can attend FBI Academy instead. It's a special school for the kids of FBI employees. They have living quarters to it, so that if I ever get called away to an assignment. It has a very intense academic program too. And the kids get free extracurricular classes after school."
"That's good. Would you like for the girls to have contact with their grandparents?"
"It's up to them. I don't mind."
" You might not know this, but Piper has a blood disorder called Thalassemia. She needs blood transfusions about once a month. She also takes pills everyday for keeping her blood iron level down. There is no cure for the disease. The only known cure is a bone marrow transplant. Usually from a sibling. Samantha hasn't been tested to check for a match. The disorder doesn't limit Piper's physical activity in any way. She just has to be careful not to eat too much of the foods that have a high iron count. No beef, spinach, beans. Lots of tea, chicken, and fish."
I nodded. "I'm a medical doctor. I'll make sure she does everything she's supposed to. And I have insurance that is sure to cover all the costs."
"That's good." Ms. Andrews nodded.
"What do they like to do? For fun?" I asked hesitantly.
"Samantha is a big nature girl. She loves hiking, rock climbing, anything outside. She's also very smart. She's fluent in English, French, and Italian. She also knows German and Latin. She plays the piano and dances ballet. She has a brown belt in karate and loves archery. Her tutors were very proud of her. She was doing grade eleven work on grade seven. She loves their manor near Nottingham.
Piper, on the other hand is a little more shy. She also had piano and ballet lessons. She's fluent in French and English. She had just started Latin, Italian and German. You might want to let her continue. She was about to start her karate lessons. And she has the voice of an angel."
"Wow." Again, I was very impressed. They were well raise into the high culture. "So, their actually royalty?"
"Yes. Their grandfather is a Lord. They have met the Queen and the young princes. Samantha is good friends with Harry. Her best friend was Charlotte Casiraghi. Princess Caroline of Monaco's daughter. Here are some pictures of their family and home." She handed me a stack of pictures.
I sifted through them. There were pictures of and old couple, obviously the girls' grandparent. The man had a strict look. The old lady looked proud, but kind. There was a picture of the two girls laughing with a younger couple. Samantha's mother and stepfather. I stared at the pretty blond woman. So she had won Mulder's heart so long ago. She looked nice, down to earth. The man next to her looked happy. He was looking at the woman and the girls lovingly, with a smile on his face. There was a picture of Samantha, hair in neat long braids, wearing a peasant style dress, sitting in s wooden swing which was tied to a tree. She looked so much like Mulder's sister! He has a picture of his sister sitting on a swing just like this one, her hair in the exact same style.
I sifted through the photos. Their were photos of the family in Paris, Rome, Switzerland, Ireland, Greece, Egypt, Germany, at famous sights. There where pictures of their manor (a large three story brick house with lots of balconies and ivy crawling on the walls), their country villa in France (a whitewashed house surrounded by vineyards), and their London apartment (a five bedroom apartment right in downtown London).
I began to have second thoughts. These girls were obviously used to a very expensive lifestyle. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind.
"So, is that it?" I asked.
"You have to sign some papers about Piper's hospital visits, the girls' bank account, and a few other things. Then we're done. We can go to the hotel. I'll let them pack their things and they can start moving in tomorrow." She looked around. "Where will they sleep?"
"In the guest bedroom. It'll be their bedroom. They'll have to share. Will that be a problem?" I twirled my hair apprehensively.
"Oh, no. I think they'll be glad. Piper's a bit nervous and Samantha is very protective of her."
"Okay. I'll try to be extra careful with her feelings." I replied, helping Ms. Andrews gather the documents up. She handed a bundle of papers to me. Hospital records, reports from tutors, things like that.
By the time we headed back to the hotel, it was almost five. When we walked into the room, the sight was amazing. Samantha and Langly sat side by side in front of a laptop. Frohike was holding up a giggling Piper so that she could see the screen. Byers was peering at the screen and tickling Piper at the same time. Everyone was laughing.
My mouth dropped so low, it could have probably swept the floor. Everyone looked up. Samantha quickly closed the screen.
"What did you five do today?" I asked, wondering what crazy thing the Gunmen had done to amuse the girls so much.
"We had a lot of fun." Samantha answered.
"What did you do?"
"We hacked into Madonna's computer!" Piper exclaimed. Samantha covered the little girl's mouth with her hand, but it was too late.
"You what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
Hacked? Into Madonna's computer? Are these guys crazy? They where entertaining royal kids by showing the how to hack into other people's computers? Langly, you're in trouble now! I thought.
" Could you girls please go downstairs and buy us all some sodas?" I tried to keep my voice calm. I handed Samantha a few bills. She ushered Piper out the door. I turned to the Gunmen. They were all staring at their shoes sheepishly.
"How can you guys show them how to hack into celebrities' computers? Don't you know it's illegal? And their just kids. What if they accidentally told someone what you do? You could get sent to jail!" I scolded.
" We're sorry. It's just that they were so bored during that White House tour. They really liked reading celebrity emails. It kept them busy for four hours." Byers apologized.
"Four hours? So it wasn't just Madonna's?"
"Well, technically, no. Russell Crowe's, Mel Gibson, Britney Spears, Eminem, and others. Come on Scully, give us a break. What were we supposed to do? Play Barbies? They wouldn't blab. They're good kids. So, are you keepin' 'em?" Langly asked.
The girls and Ms. Andrews walked back in the room at that moment.
"So are we staying with you Agent Scully?" Samantha asked. She looked as if she were terrified of the answer I was about to give her.
I nodded happily. "Yes. My apartment will be a bit cramped, bit you can stay as long as you like." I was quite surprise when she dropped the cans of soda on a table and hugged me around the waist. I hugged her back an buried my face into her long brown hair. Tears welled up in my eyes. I could feel Samantha's tears soak into my sleeve. She tried to wipe them away. When I looked up, there was a sight to see. Truly.
Piper was hugging Langly around the legs. He seemed shocked at the fact and just stared at the little girl. When she moved to Frohike, he looked just as stunned. But Byers pulled her into his arms and hugged her back.
The girl grinned. "Can they take care of us again?"
Everyone laughed. "Yes. Yes they can." I replied.
Notes: I did make up the FBI Acadamey. To my knowledge, there is no existense of such a thing. I also want to warn you that I did use celebritiy names and I hope I did not offend anyone. Everything mentioned about them in this chapter is only for the purpose of the story. It is not true.
If you want to use this story in your website, or anywhere else, please notify me. Send an email! samanthafoxdana@hotmail.com
PLEASE review! this is my first fanfic, so please be kind!:)
Happy Reading!
Dana
When I woke up that morning, I was extremely nervous. Obviously. I had a feeling that letting the Gunmen babysit Mulder's daughter wasn't a good idea. Well, it turns out I was wrong. But let me start from the beginning.
I awoke at seven, an hour later than usual. I had taken the day off. I dressed in a pair of gray pants and a plain white shirt. I fixed myself a bagel with some cream cheese, even though I was feeling a bit queasy. They sure don't kid around about this morning sickness stuff. Ugh.
I left my apartment at a quarter to eight. I picked the gunmen up from their office and we drove to the hotel together. No one dared to speak in the car. We were all too nervous to even think about opening our mouths.
When we got to the hotel, the girls and their social worker were waiting. Samantha was reading to Piper. She put the book away and eagerly glanced at the Lone Gunmen. I introduced everyone. Then Ms. Andrews and I left for my apartment, where we would discuss the girls' living arrangements.
"Would you like a cup of tea, coffee, juice, anything . . .?" I asked nervously, before we sat down at the kitchen table.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." She sat down and opened a folder she had been carrying. "The girls' mother left them almost a million in US dollars. She wished to pay for their education with some of that money. The rest was to be used to help them locate themselves wherever they wanted to go after collage. The girls do have access to this account. But they can each withdraw a maximum of $2,000 per year. However in this case, I think that they could use this money to pay for their food and other costs while living with you."
Wow. I never imagined that two girls could have such a large amount of money. " No. I don't think that will be necessary. My salary is large enough to cover the living expenses of three people."
"Okay. But if you ever change your mind, you will also have access to the account. Where will they attend school?"
" There is an elementary school within walking distance of my apartment. It's George Washington Elementary and Middle School. Or, if they like, they can attend FBI Academy instead. It's a special school for the kids of FBI employees. They have living quarters to it, so that if I ever get called away to an assignment. It has a very intense academic program too. And the kids get free extracurricular classes after school."
"That's good. Would you like for the girls to have contact with their grandparents?"
"It's up to them. I don't mind."
" You might not know this, but Piper has a blood disorder called Thalassemia. She needs blood transfusions about once a month. She also takes pills everyday for keeping her blood iron level down. There is no cure for the disease. The only known cure is a bone marrow transplant. Usually from a sibling. Samantha hasn't been tested to check for a match. The disorder doesn't limit Piper's physical activity in any way. She just has to be careful not to eat too much of the foods that have a high iron count. No beef, spinach, beans. Lots of tea, chicken, and fish."
I nodded. "I'm a medical doctor. I'll make sure she does everything she's supposed to. And I have insurance that is sure to cover all the costs."
"That's good." Ms. Andrews nodded.
"What do they like to do? For fun?" I asked hesitantly.
"Samantha is a big nature girl. She loves hiking, rock climbing, anything outside. She's also very smart. She's fluent in English, French, and Italian. She also knows German and Latin. She plays the piano and dances ballet. She has a brown belt in karate and loves archery. Her tutors were very proud of her. She was doing grade eleven work on grade seven. She loves their manor near Nottingham.
Piper, on the other hand is a little more shy. She also had piano and ballet lessons. She's fluent in French and English. She had just started Latin, Italian and German. You might want to let her continue. She was about to start her karate lessons. And she has the voice of an angel."
"Wow." Again, I was very impressed. They were well raise into the high culture. "So, their actually royalty?"
"Yes. Their grandfather is a Lord. They have met the Queen and the young princes. Samantha is good friends with Harry. Her best friend was Charlotte Casiraghi. Princess Caroline of Monaco's daughter. Here are some pictures of their family and home." She handed me a stack of pictures.
I sifted through them. There were pictures of and old couple, obviously the girls' grandparent. The man had a strict look. The old lady looked proud, but kind. There was a picture of the two girls laughing with a younger couple. Samantha's mother and stepfather. I stared at the pretty blond woman. So she had won Mulder's heart so long ago. She looked nice, down to earth. The man next to her looked happy. He was looking at the woman and the girls lovingly, with a smile on his face. There was a picture of Samantha, hair in neat long braids, wearing a peasant style dress, sitting in s wooden swing which was tied to a tree. She looked so much like Mulder's sister! He has a picture of his sister sitting on a swing just like this one, her hair in the exact same style.
I sifted through the photos. Their were photos of the family in Paris, Rome, Switzerland, Ireland, Greece, Egypt, Germany, at famous sights. There where pictures of their manor (a large three story brick house with lots of balconies and ivy crawling on the walls), their country villa in France (a whitewashed house surrounded by vineyards), and their London apartment (a five bedroom apartment right in downtown London).
I began to have second thoughts. These girls were obviously used to a very expensive lifestyle. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind.
"So, is that it?" I asked.
"You have to sign some papers about Piper's hospital visits, the girls' bank account, and a few other things. Then we're done. We can go to the hotel. I'll let them pack their things and they can start moving in tomorrow." She looked around. "Where will they sleep?"
"In the guest bedroom. It'll be their bedroom. They'll have to share. Will that be a problem?" I twirled my hair apprehensively.
"Oh, no. I think they'll be glad. Piper's a bit nervous and Samantha is very protective of her."
"Okay. I'll try to be extra careful with her feelings." I replied, helping Ms. Andrews gather the documents up. She handed a bundle of papers to me. Hospital records, reports from tutors, things like that.
By the time we headed back to the hotel, it was almost five. When we walked into the room, the sight was amazing. Samantha and Langly sat side by side in front of a laptop. Frohike was holding up a giggling Piper so that she could see the screen. Byers was peering at the screen and tickling Piper at the same time. Everyone was laughing.
My mouth dropped so low, it could have probably swept the floor. Everyone looked up. Samantha quickly closed the screen.
"What did you five do today?" I asked, wondering what crazy thing the Gunmen had done to amuse the girls so much.
"We had a lot of fun." Samantha answered.
"What did you do?"
"We hacked into Madonna's computer!" Piper exclaimed. Samantha covered the little girl's mouth with her hand, but it was too late.
"You what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
Hacked? Into Madonna's computer? Are these guys crazy? They where entertaining royal kids by showing the how to hack into other people's computers? Langly, you're in trouble now! I thought.
" Could you girls please go downstairs and buy us all some sodas?" I tried to keep my voice calm. I handed Samantha a few bills. She ushered Piper out the door. I turned to the Gunmen. They were all staring at their shoes sheepishly.
"How can you guys show them how to hack into celebrities' computers? Don't you know it's illegal? And their just kids. What if they accidentally told someone what you do? You could get sent to jail!" I scolded.
" We're sorry. It's just that they were so bored during that White House tour. They really liked reading celebrity emails. It kept them busy for four hours." Byers apologized.
"Four hours? So it wasn't just Madonna's?"
"Well, technically, no. Russell Crowe's, Mel Gibson, Britney Spears, Eminem, and others. Come on Scully, give us a break. What were we supposed to do? Play Barbies? They wouldn't blab. They're good kids. So, are you keepin' 'em?" Langly asked.
The girls and Ms. Andrews walked back in the room at that moment.
"So are we staying with you Agent Scully?" Samantha asked. She looked as if she were terrified of the answer I was about to give her.
I nodded happily. "Yes. My apartment will be a bit cramped, bit you can stay as long as you like." I was quite surprise when she dropped the cans of soda on a table and hugged me around the waist. I hugged her back an buried my face into her long brown hair. Tears welled up in my eyes. I could feel Samantha's tears soak into my sleeve. She tried to wipe them away. When I looked up, there was a sight to see. Truly.
Piper was hugging Langly around the legs. He seemed shocked at the fact and just stared at the little girl. When she moved to Frohike, he looked just as stunned. But Byers pulled her into his arms and hugged her back.
The girl grinned. "Can they take care of us again?"
Everyone laughed. "Yes. Yes they can." I replied.
