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.

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Notes: After being informed of the existence of FBI Academy, I changed it to FBI Academy for Children, or Junior Academy. I wanna hear from you readers: which POV do you like to read more, Samantha's or Dana's. I'm also wonderin' if maybe I should add a bit of Piper's POV in there. Help me decide! LOL

Thanks Elpida for encouraging me to go on! LOL (how's Alex?) And go read my other story: Nothing but Tinsel (bout a child actress, yes, she guest stars on the X Files! lol) under originals, novels. And REMEMBER TO REVIEW!

Happy Reading! :)



Samantha

I couldn't believe it! I was to start moving in with Agent Scully today! Last night, I couldn't fall asleep for hours. We all went to supper together. All of us. Charlotte, Agent Scully, Ms. Andrews, Langly, Byers, and Frohike (Agent Scully calls them the Gunmen because the have a newspaper called the Lone Gunman.)

I awoke at ten this morning! Ten! Can you believe it? I have never awakened so late in my entire life! Well, we did come in from supper after eleven. And I did toss in my bed for another two hours or so.

When I finished my breakfast, I started gathering my possessions. I gathered my toiletries, clothes, and books. I packed them, then helped Charlotte do the same. We were ready to leave the hotel at one. Ms. Andrews drove us to Agent Scully's apartment. It wasn't a long drive.

The car stopped with a grunt and I stared at my new home. It was neat apartment building, not too big, not too small. The neighborhood seemed pretty quiet.

I stepped out of the front seat and opened the door for Charlotte. She jumped out, also staring at the building. Ms. Andrews lead us in the hallway and up a flight of stairs. She knocked on a door.

The knock was answered fairly quickly. Agent Scully opened the door.

"Hello. Come on in." She looked at me and Charlotte apologetically. "You guys will have to share a room. I'm sorry. I know you're used to a bigger place."

"It's okay." I murmured. She showed us into a medium sized room with twin beds. It was neat and cozy. She had placed a stuffed bear wearing a pink ribbon around his neck on one bed. On the other, there was a small book. I put my duffel bag on the bed with the book and Charlotte took the one with the bear.

I slowly reached for the book. I opened the first page, and saw that it was a photo album. I leafed through the pages. There were pictures of my father. They looked just like the picture Mum had shown me, except here, he was a bit older.

I felt tears in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, and not let Charlotte see them. It was too late. She came over to me and clutched me around the waist.

"Please don't cry, Anne." She whispered, worried. I swallowed my tears and tried to smile. At least he's not dead, I thought. I'll see him, soon. He'll take care of me. Charlotte too. Poor Charlotte. She's an orphan. She has more to cry about than I do. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve, and clutched Charlotte.

We hung on to each other for a minute, then returned to unpacking. Ten minutes later, Agent Scully called us into the kitchen for afternoon tea.

"Thank you for letting us stay," I spoke. And then I added awkwardly: "Agent Scully."

She paused. "What do you want to call me? You can't call me Agent Scully. It's way too formal."

"Can I call you Aunt? Aunt what's your first name?"

"Dana. Dana Katherine Scully." She answered.

"Aunt D." I decided.

She smiled. "Okay." Then she turned to Charlotte. "What do you want to call me?"

"Kat." Charlotte said confidently.

Aunt D laughed. "Okay with me."

We ate the rest of the cookies in silence. After we finished, Aunt D asked us to wait on the couch while she washed the dishes and cleaned up. Charlotte and I sat obediently and waited. Aunt D came over and sat in an armchair across from us.

" Do you two want to go to Washington Elementary or to the FBI Academy? Washington is the neighborhood school. It's just a regular school. FBI Academy, on the other hand is escpecially designed for kids of FBI Agents. It's actually FBI Children's Academy, but we call it Junior Academy. It's really demanding. Classes are three grade levels above the usual and there are all kinds of extra classes you can take. Ballet, swimming, gymnastics. There's also a live-in branch, where every student has a room and bathroom. They stay there when their parents are out of town on assignments. Where do you want to go?"

"Washington." I said. Finally to be able to go to a regular school!

"FBI Academy!" Charlotte yelled at the same time.

"Okay. You two can go to different schools." I wasn't so happy about the idea, and neither was Charlotte. But we silently agreed to try it out. We nodded.

"Do you want to go shopping for some new school clothes?" Aunt D asked.

Charlotte was nodding furiously. She looked like she was about to break her neck. I laughed. I pointed to her. "She's the boss." Aunt D laughed too. She grabbed her car keys and her purse and we were out the door.

She took us to a big shopping mall about twenty minutes away from her house. Our house, I corrected myself.

We bought a lot of clothes. It was rather strange buying them from stores. See, in England we always had our clothes tailored. I have only bought shoes from stores. And we could choose anything we wanted! Amazing!

I bought jeans, khakis, and a bunch of T Shirts from Gap and Old Navy. And I also bought a few pairs of sneakers and sandals. And a few new bathing suits. They were wicked! One was a bright purple bikini and the other was a black sparkly one piece. (I also bought a few leotards and tights for ballet class. I'm still going to take ballet.)

Then I helped Charlotte pick out her outfits. She basically bought the same things as me, only in smaller sizes.

After that, Aunt D took us to a store called Osco Drug. It was a drugstore. She allowed us to pick out nail polish, body glitter, lip gloss, and hair clips. (We also purchased school supplies like notebooks and pens.)

I picked out pretty shades of pink and purple nail polish, a red lip gloss, bubble gum flavoured lip balm, and glitter stick. Charlotte bought the same lip balm and about a million wee butterfly hair clips.

We visited a store selling things for the home. Charlotte and I picked our bed covers (mine is dark purple crushed velvet, and Charlotte's is fuchsia pink), bedside lamps plain old lamps (mine in purple, Charlotte's in fuchsia) and a few squashy pillows to sit on. Our idea was to furnish our room in pink, purple, and white.

When we returned to the apartment, it was almost eight. Charlotte got ready for bed and put on her new nightgown. I took a shower and put on a pair of pyjamas. Then I watched some TV while Aunt D read Charlotte a story (from one of our new books).

My mind wasn't on the TV show though. I kept thinking about my father. Fox William Mulder. My father. I can't believe that I'm going to meet him soon. I don't know exactly when, but that's a mere detail. I wonder what he's like.

Will he be strict, or laid back? Will he hug and kiss me like Mum did? Will he like me? Will he be surprised by the fact that he has a daughter?

I pray that everything will be good. I hope he likes me. I opened my eyes. Aunt D is standing in the doorway, motioning for me to join her and Charlotte in the bedroom. I go and kiss Charlotte on the cheek and pull her blankets up.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Love you too," She mumbles in her sleep.

Aunt D leads me back to the living room and we sit on the couch together. She puts her arm around me.

"What's my father like?" I ask.

She pause for a moment, thinking about it.

"He's really sweet. Very into paranormal things. He will be delighted to learn that he has a daughter. You're his only family. He always wanted more family. His mother and father, your grandparents, died. And he never really got over his sister."

Sister? Mum never told me he had a sister. As a matter of fact, she never even told me who I was named after.

"He has a sister?"

"Actually, he doesn't. She's . . . gone."

"I'm sorry."

"So am I." She murmured, and hugged me. "So am I."

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That night I had a rather puzzling dream. I saw a boy and a girl. They looked alike, both with dark hair and soft brown eyes. The girl looked a lot like me. It was kind of creepy. She disappeared in a cloud of bright light. Then the boy started yelling, "Samantha!". I tried to talk to him, comfort him, but he kept running, calling "Samantha!" every few steps. Then I awoke.



Dana

I am heartbroken. These girls are so sweet. Samantha cannot wait to meet her father, I can tell. I just can break her heart. How can you tell a thirteen year old innocent girl that her father was abducted by little green (excuse me, gray) men? It hurts me to think that I have to break the news to her. And I will. Just, not right now.

I called Skinner and told him that I have the girls. And I asked him to let me have a few days off, to settle then in. Oh, yeah and also to tell Doggett about the girls. He complained, but he'll do it.

My belly is starting to swell. I feel sick in the morning. Soon I'll have three kids to take care of. And I was complaining about not being able to have kids. I have two and a third on the way.

In two days they're starting school. I fixed all their papers yesterday. I hope they make friends. Piper is going to attend the Junior Academy, and Samantha'll go to Washington Middle School. I guess she wants to go to regular school. I took them out to buy school clothes and other supplies. They were so happy! Samantha had never worn nail polish before!

When we got home, I put a child to bed for the first time. I read Piper a Cinderella book. She fell asleep quickly.

Then Samantha started asking me questions about Mulder. And stupid old me mentioned his sister. But how was I supposed to know that her mother hadn't told her who she was named after! She doesn't know about her, or her disappearance.

I pray that we find Mulder, alive and well. My mind is telling me that he's dead, but my heart isn't agreeing. I pray my heart wins this battle. I'll never ask for anything else in my entire life if Mulder returns, safe and sound. Please God let him live