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"THE TRUTH WILL SAVE YOU" (PART FIVE OF SIX)
*Mulder*
I never thought that I'd seen the man that is standing before me again. I was pretty sure that I scared him away with my threats of killing him if he did anything to anyone of us. He must not scare easily.
"What do you mean the beginning of the end?" Scully inquires, becoming concerned.
"They say that a child is to be born that will save them," he whispers as he closes the door behind him.
"Don't give me that crap. I've heard that line come out of your mouth before...actually didn't we hear it come out of your mouth about seven months ago when Cam found out she was expecting Ren over there," I say becoming, angry. I still can't believe they named that kid Ren; it's going to be teased more in school than I was...and that was pretty bad.
Scully grabs my hand and her deep blue eyes look into mine. I've seen that look before...the look that she's telling me to shut-up or I'll end up killing someone.
"Mulder, don't get all worked up, he's a liar. We've figured that much out," Scully tells me, her eyes searching mine for a response.
"How can we believe you anyways?" Will asks, looking at Spender with the same kind of hate that I hold for him. Cam is still pale on the floor from her childbirth ordeal. Where the hell is the ambulance when you need it?
"The city has shut down, everything has gone to hell," Spender says, his eyes speaking a truth that I have never seen before.
"What about Cam?" Scully asks, "What about the ambulance that we called almost an hour ago?"
"You all have to get out of here. Their first target is the capital," he continues to talk. I seriously think that he is trying to save us, get us out of here before we all end up dead.
"Where to?" I inquire.
Scully questions with her eyes. She can't believe that I'm actually listening to anything that this lying son of a bitch has to say.
"The deserts of New Mexico. Get out of the city quickly you have only an hour to get out of here...take what you must from your apartments, but leave now before it is too late," he replies and turns around.
"What about you?" I call out as he walks away.
He slowly turns around and lights a cigarette as he does so, "I've dug myself my own grave a long time ago. I'm trying to save two former FBI agents and their decedents that I'm fond of. If I were you Mulder I'd take good care of Scully because they don't know who is carrying this child...they just know that one will be born."
"Mulder, don't tell me you believe him," Scully pleads.
"Cam is still lying there on the floor, no paramedics have responded and I think that that is proof enough. We've got to get out of here and we've got to do it now. We can go to the apartment, but grab what you can't buy," I inform them.
Will hands Scully his son and heads for Cam. He picks her up in one swift motion and starts to head out the door.
"Are you coming?" Will inquires.
Scully and I smile at one another in spite of ourselves and head out of the door. I stop and turn around, looking back at the office that I once worked in. The I WANT TO BELIEVE poster is still hanging on the wall, screaming to be read.
"Mulder?" Scully asks concerned.
I walk back into the small office and take the poster off the wall and grab a few X-Files on my way out. Scully gives me a questioning look.
"Reading material," I tell her giving her an impish grin.
We head for the car and we are off on the trip of a lifetime to keep safe the people that I love and the child that is yet to come, a child that is indeed the one that the aliens fear...the one that we thought William and William's son, Ren was...but I guess it is third times a charm for us...the child will destroy all of them, unless he comes into the aliens' possession then it will be the destruction of us all.
*Will*
September 4, 2101 5:45 a.m.
Georgetown
I never thought that I'd be given an hour to pack up all of my belongings and leave the city that my parents met in, lived in, and eventually I too have lived in. My son is actually sleeping though this packing extravaganza while Cam tries to clean herself up and get ready for the long trip. I know that she has to be exhausted. It's a good thing that we got all of the baby things when we did because we wouldn't have time now.
My parents are in the other room packing up their stuff. Mulder continues to run in and out of the apartment, grabbing food, blankets, water, things that we'll need to survive on. Who knows how long we'll be gone.
Renato sleeps silently in his car seat, ready for his first trip at only hours old. We cleaned him up quickly and got him ready to go.
I stare at my closet phased by what I need and the stuff that I can take. I look at Cam's side of the closet. Maternity clothes hang right in front of me, further back her professional clothes that she wore to work everyday are hung. I grab some of the maternity clothes...who knows who might need those and then I start grabbing for the clothes that she hasn't worn in almost six months. I grab from both of our sides, throwing clothes, jackets for the both of us: boots, shoes, and such into a huge duffle bag. Good thing that I was in the army a long time ago.
They only gave a person about fifteen minutes to pack up everything that they were using to camp out. I look over at my son, sleeping. What kind of a world has he just been born into? I hope that he will get to experience the life that we are living now. One where we aren't looking over our shoulders, making sure that the guy behind us isn't trying to kill us.
"Will, you shouldn't have packed for me," Cam says coming to the door in a pair of sweats and a large shirt. After having just given birth only an hour ago she looked beautiful. Her face is still a little bit pale, but she will recover in time.
Cam looks at our son fondly. Her gaze is one that my mother uses when she looks at me. It is one that is made of pure admiration for the child that she wasn't supposed to have...her own miracle.
"Has he been sleeping the whole time?" Cam finally whispers, not wanting to wake him.
"Yeah, I think he's tired out," I tell her as I continue to through clothes and such into the two duffle bags that we are allowed to put our lives into.
"Obviously he hasn't taken on your temperament," she tells me, smiling. She grabs a photo album next to the bed and throws it down into the duffle bag. "We've got to have something to show our son about the life that we are leaving behind," she tells me.
I just nod and look back into our closet. I'm pretty sure that I've gotten enough to get us through considering our closet is almost half empty.
"Is there enough baby clothes and stuff for Ren?" I ask Cam looking at her beautiful face and the new found loving gaze and bond that she now shares with our son.
"I'll go pack that stuff right now," she whispers and leaves the room taking Ren with her.
I grab the two duffle bags and head for the minivan that is out in the driveway. Mulder is too carrying out a duffle bag.
"Cam, do the packing?" Mulder asks in his dry wit tone.
"Nah. I did it, she's packing up things for the baby," I tell him.
He nods, and starts to shove the duffle bag in the back seat. Mulder turns to me, becoming serious,
"We need to leave in fifteen minutes. That'll give us fifteen minutes to get out of town and heading west."
I nod and literally run back into the apartment. I reach the baby's room. Cam and I had just finished that room only a week ago. It's hard to believe that a week before we were happy expectant parents putting together our baby's first room. Now she has got almost all the dresser doors cleared out and stuffed into a duffle bag.
"Cam, do you have everything?" I ask, looking at her and then at baby Renato.
"I think so. Here do you want to take the duffle bag and I'll take my final look through our two rooms," she says handing me the duffle bag.
My mom nearly runs into me in the hallway. "Will we've got about five minutes. Do you have everything?" she asks in her concerned mother tone.
"I'm putting this bag out in the van and Cam is taking a final look through our rooms," I inform my mother.
"That's good because Mulder and I have cleared out and packed everything that we will need in the van. We are ready to go as soon as you and Cam are done," my mom tells me.
I run out to the van and through the duffle bag into the back of the van. Mulder and my mom get into the van and I watch as Cam comes walking out of the apartment holding her purse, carrying our son, and a small jewelry box in her hand.
"Cam, let me take him," I say as I take the infant seat away from her and quickly buckle our son in.
"Will what is this?" Cam inquires holding out a jewelry box.
I stare at the box. She found the ring that I had hid carefully in one of my dresser drawers. I was planning on proposing to her today: the anniversary of the day that we first met.
"I was hoping that today would have turned out different, but since you found it," I get down on one knee and open the box up, holding it up to her.
"Will?" Cam whispers.
"Cam, I've loved you since that one case in New Jersey where we investigated that swamp monster that attacked people through their toilets..."
"...I remember that case. You fell into the huge sewer and you smelled like crap for at least a week afterwards," she says laughing.
I smile as the memory of that week comes to mind. We had only been working together for about five months. It was one of the worst cases that we were ever assigned.
"Anyways...when I thought that I was going to lose you today I wanted to have this ring with me, but you're fine and we have a beautiful son now," I pause, stopping my rambling, "Cam will you marry me?" I finally ask.
She slowly takes the box and looks at the ring in the box. I stand up eye level with her and smile. "I suppose I could. I mean we kind of missed the step of marriage before having a child," she says, smiling at me.
I grab her and pull her close, kissing her on the lips passionately.
"C'mon lovebirds," Mulder nearly yells as he honks the horn. "We've got to go now."
Cam and I head for the van and the trip that will decide our fate as well as the fate of my mother, my father, and my unborn sibling...a child that the aliens want and need for their success.
*Mulder*
Roswell, New Mexico
September 9, 2101, 9:52 p.m.
After almost a week of driving I never thought that the sight of Roswell, New Mexico would be a good thing to see. This is where everything started for the aliens. This is it. Back in 1947 when the first group of conspirators started to work with the aliens. Their plan backfired on them immensely.
I watch as cars pass me on the road, their headlights blinding me for brief moments of time. The sun went down hours ago and everyone in the car is asleep except for me.
Scully is sleeping next to me; a strand of her auburn hair is splayed over the side of her face. She must be exhausted...I couldn't imagine a stronger woman to be in her shoes. My Scully has gone through so much in her life.
A newspaper is open on her lap with 'WASHINGTON D.C. DESTROYED!' screaming off of the front cover. Spender had been right, he warned us for some reason and I don't even want to know why.
Will and Cam are sitting on either side of their son. All three are sleeping soundly. Ren is the 5-day-old baby that I've ever seen. He hardly cries at all which makes it easy for all of us riding in this van.
Scully opens her eyes and smiles at me. "Where are we?" she whispers, sitting up straight, adjusting herself in the passenger's seat.
"We are on the outskirts of Roswell," I tell her glancing at her.
Scully puts her head on the headrest, her face showing dizziness. I look at her concerned.
"Scully, are you all right?" I inquire, continuing to glance at her...and then putting my gaze back on the road.
She grimaces and then smiles. "Mulder I'm fine," she whispers.
"Don't give me that line of hogwash. I've heard that one too many times from you," I whisper back at her in a scolding tone.
Scully grins, "Seriously, Mulder, I'm just a little dizzy. Nothing to be worried about. It's one of the great parts of being pregnant."
I look at her again and realize that my anxiety for her well-being is hyped up too much. She is perfectly fine, just experiencing pregnancy. I've got to remember that I wasn't here with her the first time around and with all of my power I will be with her this time around...protecting her from all the evil that is bound to chase after her and our unborn child.
"Where do you want to stay?" I finally ask her, breaking the silence.
"It doesn't matter, as long as they have a shower and a nice warm bed, I'll be fine," Scully, says still somewhat groggy from her nap.
I pull into a small motel off the highway just outside of town. It appears to be a nice little place with cabins instead of motel room. I smile at the thought of cabins. Scully and I spent one too many nights in cabins as I can recall from some of the work we did on the X-Files.
"Cabins, Mulder?" Scully asks in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"What's wrong with cabins?" I question playfully.
I stop the car and get head for the office with Scully at my side. A burly man with a long beard stands behind the desk.
"How can I help you folks?" he asks with a Texan accent.
I look at Scully and then out to the van and finally say, "We need two cabins for a week."
The man looks through his books and then back at us. He seems so suspicious...paranoid. That can't be good in any profession, I muse thinking to myself. Can't be good at all.
"We have two cabins left, room 13 and 24," he says handing me the keys.
"Thanks," I tell him. Scully grabs the pen that the burly man holds out for her and starts to fill out the information for the rooms.
Will walks into the office a minute later and stares at us with a somewhat groggy face.
"Will, good thing that you are here. You can fill out the information for you and Cam," Scully tells him handing over one of the keys and the pen.
"Scully, what cabin do we get?" I inquire looking at her playfully.
"Cabin 13. I figured that we've had enough bad luck in our lives...getting cabin 13 won't do anything to harm us of that," she smiles playfully as she heads out to the car.
I watch her. How the hell did I live a hundred years with out her? If in anyway I was ever faced with that kind of a problem again I'd stay with her...never wanting to leave her side again...ever.
*Will*
Cam silently sleeps on the bed, as does our son in the bassinet that we happened to fit into the van. My family. It is so hard to believe that this is my life, my family, and we are on the run from an unknown force.
The TV flickers with the ten o'clock news. Panicked anchormen and women stare at their audience with an intensity that they shouldn't have. New York City was nearly destroyed today...following after Washington D.C. only a week later. At this rate all of the huge cities in the U.S. will be rubble in a few months. What has started? And how does it involve us?
I can't even start to comprehend the kind of work that my parents did at the beginning of this whole thing. My birth was the one that made the forces that were lying dormant for years come alive and mysteriously after my father left us they disappeared.
Does it have something to do with them? Their relationship or the children that they seem to create? Super humans and such?
Cam looks so content, her chest rising and falling a smooth rhythm. I bet ten years ago when Cam was still in college she never dreamed that this would be happening to her...that this would be happening to the world.
My mom and Mulder have become even closer. You can tell by the way that they share looks that are worth a thousand, unspeakable words, that they are indeed sharing something so mystical that barely any others would be able to experience it. I wonder if Cam and I are ever going to be like that. I think we've started. Hell, I sure hope we have time to, considering the fact that aliens are taking over the world.
I lift the covers off my side of the bed and start to crawl in, but a knock comes from the door. I've got to tell you that I have received more bad news than I'd ever want to in opening the door.
I get up quickly and get to the door before the caller can knock again, sparing a crying baby and a groggy Cam. I open the door and stare at Mulder, my father and his bewildered look.
"What?" I ask, surprised.
Mulder waits, trying to figure the best way to break it to me.
"What?" I repeat more forcefully.
He gives me a childish grin, "Have you ever seen an alien?" The tone that he says that in makes me what to laugh until my sides split open, but the look in his eyes is that of complete belief. I can see now why the 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' poster stayed on the wall all of those years.
Don't get me wrong; I am definitely my parents' son. I have both the skepticism and the paranoid, believe anything kind of personality.
"Excuse me?" I inquire, not sure I heard right.
"A UFO just crashed four miles away. I'm going out there now and I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me," stated Mulder.
I look at him, confused, but the curiosity in the paranormal that I must have inherited from him, started to show its face.
"What about Cam, and mom?" I finally ask.
"I'll send Scully over here and she can tell Cam where you went when she wakes up," Mulder replies as he walks toward his cabin.
I hurry to get my shoes and clothes on. My mom and Mulder walk into the room a minute later, my mom tired, but she too appears to be somewhat disturbed by the news.
"Mom?" I question, concerned for her well-being.
"Go, Will, go with you father and start to solve this before the United States becomes a third world company," she says forcefully.
I nod and head for the door that Mulder holds open for me. We are off now, on a mission to see something that I've always wondered about and what Mulder obsessed about every single day of his life. We were leaving the women in our lives behind, somewhat blindly. What if they aren't there when we return? I push those thoughts out of my head as the car starts to approach a huge fire in the middle of the desert...the middle of nowhere, but the beginning of everything.
*Scully*
The room is completely quiet. All that is heard in this room is the slow breathing of Cam and her son. My two guys left not less than two minutes ago and I already feel as if something is going to happen. Women's intuition or something.
So many questions run through my head. What are we getting into? How does my child happen to be part of this? It doesn't make any sense that I can't even have a normal pregnancy. I suppose once you've worked on the X-Files you become them...you become a part of them.
It seems as if time stopped for one hundred years and just happened to pick up were it left off. Instead of Doggett and Reyes as the other two agents beside us...our son Will and our soon to be daughter in law Cam happen to be with us, witnessing. I doubt that Doggett would have believed any of this anyways. Is it some kind of FBI protocol to make sure that there is at least one skeptic in a team to make it harder than hell for them to get cases solved?
I look out the window at the stars. I remember gazing at them such a long time ago with and without Mulder. He told me that the stars were traveling through both time and space. Just last night Mulder pulled over to the side of the road and pointed out the stars.
*Yesterday*
"Do you remember, Scully?" he asked looking up at the stars.
"Remember what?" I questioned looking up at the stars with him.
"Those stars up there are long dead...traveling through both time and space. Scully, I think that they represent something for us..."
"...They represent our love," I finished for him.
He stared at me with a questioning look.
"Our love has prevailed through everything: life, death, time, and space...it is something that we will never lose. And it's something I don't want to lose."
*Present Day*
The stars have always been there. On the nights after Mulder left for the first time I would look up at them and hope that he is traveling among the stars, alive and well. It's still somewhat early...only a few minutes after ten.
A bright light blinds me as I put my hand up to shield my face. I squint trying to look at my watch. 10:13. Nine minutes gone.
I look over at Cam as she still sleeps peacefully, not even noticing the time change. And then I stare at Ren's bassinet...I walk closer to get a good look.
Just blankets. The child is gone, nowhere to be found. I shudder at the thought that like so many other times we will be searching for this child as I searched for Mulder and Mulder for me.
"Cam," I say shaking her fiercely trying to wake her.
She looks at me groggy and scared, "He's gone, isn't he. Ren is gone," she whispers, searching my eyes for answers.
I nod unable to form words...I can't even find words of comfort at the moment. Maybe because of the fact that I know there are so many places he could be and so many places that we will have to look for.
"We've got to get a hold of Mulder and Will. I think that they might be in danger," I finally tell her running to get my jacket and shoes. Cam follows...in a daze after losing her infant son...her pride and joy. We've got to find Mulder and Will, before I lose mine.
*Mulder*
A UFO...a real live UFO out in the middle of nowhere, beckoning to us. I haven't seen one in years and it still amazes me when I see one. Will stands next to me looking on in awe. I can tell that in his short life he hasn't seen a UFO...amazing since he is my son.
A fire rages from where the craft hit and tons of black vehicles surround the UFO. Men in white protective suits hurry about the scene.
"What are they doing?" Will whispers.
I look at him and then back at the crash site.
"They are covering it up," I finally say, remembering all of the times when Scully and I would get to a crime scene too late...we'd get there after everything was covered and gone.
"We've got to stop them," he says persistently.
"With what?" I inquire skeptically.
I never thought that I'd be the one telling another believer that we couldn't do anything...at least we can't now. We don't have enough of a force to go against them.
Will stares at the site, thinking hard, his brow raised...like Scully's when she was either in deep thought or angry. He finally shakes off the question realizing that it would be too hard for us to do alone. Will turns to me, still concentrating...making a plan.
"What?" I ask reading the look on his face.
"Who are they?" he finally questions.
I ponder this myself...staring at the crash site and then finally at my son.
"These men that are trying to cover it up are obviously the continuation of the same group that Scully and I thought disappeared over 100 years ago," I tell him, hoping that I was indeed right. If I wasn't and the ones that are covering it up are part of an alien race we will have a lot to defend against...a lot of races to get rid of.
Headlights from a car illuminate our shadows. I turn towards the car headlights, shielding my eyes from the bright light. Scully gets out of the car along with a distraught Cam.
"What is it, Scully?" I ask, looking deep into her eyes for answers. She has bad news...news that will shake us off of our foundation.
"Umm...Will...Mulder...Ren is missing," Scully says, swallowing back tears.
I'm sure that the look of both panic and shock arose on my face as it did on Will's. A new drive for the X-files team...a new outlet for our search, but a horrible one at that. Losing my grandson...Will's son is indeed going to rock our mission...it will uproot any cause for just alien persecution, it will now be a matter of finding Ren...and finding the truth behind it all.
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