Tomorrow
By Jillian
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mulder left Scully's side to run inside. His son. His son. Super-soldiers. Two shots. Scully. His son. Their unborn child. Death. These thoughts flew through his mind in rapid succession. He noticed John Doggett running beside him, along with Walter Skinner. He could hear Monica Reyes' voice, telling Scully to stay put. He knew she wouldn't, that as soon as he had turned his back to her she'd chase after him. She was anything but weak, but she was *very* stubborn. Fox Mulder ran into that house, armed with a gun and liquid magnetite, unwilling to turn back.
Dana Scully watched him and the two other men run, while she sobbed violently. She kept screaming about her son, and Monica repeated nonsense words over and over again to calm her. "He's okay. He's okay. They're going to go save him. He's okay." She held her friend, but suddenly Dana pushed her away.
"I'm going." Dana said.
"Dana, please, you have another child to worry about too..."
"He's my son! You can't keep me from him!" She screamed through sobs, and ran ahead. Monica followed her. Who was she to stop her from protecting her child? She knew what Scully had to do, and knew that nobody would be able to stop her.
Dana struggled to keep her breath as she neared the house, and Monica quickly got ahead of her. Dana didn't mind, knowing that Monica would have an easier time clearing the way. The men had gone in before them, so they assumed it would be relatively clear already. Monica walked into the door of the home first, seeing at first nothing. She looked down towards her feet, and saw a stiff, dead Super-soldier.
"One down." She murmured.
"I'll kill every last one of them." Dana muttered, following Monica into the house.
Scanning the rooms about them quickly, they saw two more dead bodies, presumably Super-soldiers. In the room, on the floor, lay three hypodermic needles. Empty.
"Upstairs." Dana said quietly. Monica nodded.
They climbed the stairs, and soon they could hear Mulder arguing with someone, a man. They could hear Skinner and Doggett interjecting into the argument, and they judged which room it was coming from at the top of the stairs. Both of them armed with the needles of the liquid, they opened the door to the room.
Dana didn't know what to be shocked by first.
She saw her child, grown by almost eight months since she had seen him last. He had a tuft of auburn hair, and bright blue eyes. He was the same child she'd raised for so long, except older. He was crying, held roughly by a man dressed in black. There were two other men in similar attire in the room with him.
Then she realized why he was sobbing. Two bodies were laying on the floor.
"Mama... Dada..." The child screamed their names in between sobs.
Mr. and Mrs. Van de Kamp were dead. They had each died from a single shot to the face.
"Jesus..." Scully breathed, looking at the unfortunate adoptive parents of her children.
"Ah, Miss Scully." The Super-soldier said. "Didn't you learn what we were capable of the first time? Didn't you learn then? Did you think we were joking when we said we'd kill everyone you love? Do you know what we're going to do?"
Dana let a tear slip from her eye.
"We're going to kill everyone in this room. The government will be here to clean it up. You mean *nothing* to them. Children, the young, the old, they are nothing more than units of death to count. They don't know your names, they don't believe in names. It was rare for any interest to be taken in you, but you had gotten too close to beating us. Our local branch was highly aware of your names. Many even feared you. You killed most of them, but there are so many more. It goes beyond local--beyond the national conspiracy that will clean up this mess and make sure the media doesn't know. It's all over the world. A world you cannot save. A world you're going to miss."
"Put. My. Son. Down." She breathed, each word sounding angrier and angrier.
The other two men in the room moved towards Scully, and Mulder flew out at the Super-soldier, with the liquid in his hand. He was batted off, flung to the ground like a mere child. Doggett and Skinner were met by the same resistance. Monica was still standing with Dana, however, as the men approached. She would *never* be told she was below a man again, because as he moved to fling her to the side, she stabbed his arm with the liquid.
"Always said I'd take agility over strength." She murmured, watching the man fall to the ground.
The other man, however, managed to grab Scully. He pulled her pregnant form to the other side of the room, and held a gun to her head. She struggled in his grip, but soon stopped. She couldn't waste energy when she knew she couldn't get out of his grasp. Tears threatened, but they did not fall. She would not be made vulnerable.
The rest of them had managed to get back up to their feet, and maintained a presence in the middle of the room. Against the far right wall was the Super-soldier and William, in the middle Mulder, John, Monica, and Walter, and against the far left wall, the Super-soldier holding Scully in his grasp. Finally, the one holding Scully spoke up.
"Go ahead, Mulder, you can pick. Who dies first?"
"You sick son of a bitch!" He screamed back at him. "Kill me, damnit! Kill me and let them all go." Scully's eyes pleaded with Mulder, but his gaze told her he had a plan.
"Is that the way you'd like it to end?" The Super-soldier asked. "You first?"
"Me first." He echoed.
The man holding Scully rearranged himself, moving the gun away from her temple and pointing at Mulder. He held her with one incredibly strong arm, that stretched across her stomach. Her hands were pinned behind his back, but his arm was pressed over her elbows. Her hands had limited mobility, but she began to maneuver her fingers into the back pocket of her pants. Frantically trying not to draw the gun back to her temple, but to get the needle quick enough to save Mulder, her finger finally made contact with the needle. She slowly nudged it up and out of her pocket, grasping it in her hand firmly.
"I'd love nothing more than to see you suffer." The Super-soldier said to Mulder. "And I know the way to do that--to kill you last. So you can watch all that you love die."
Just as he moved the gun back to her temple, Mulder dove at the Super-soldier's legs. This sent Mulder flying face first into him, which threw off the Super-soldiers balance. He stumbled, releasing Scully for a brief enough time for her to stab him with the needle. He stiffened, and fell to the ground with the other three corpses that already lay there. Now it was two humans, two Super-soldiers.
The other Super-soldier hadn't had his gun drawn. He dropped William to the ground, and he hit the floor with a thump, landing on his behind. He cried out, and the Super-soldier reached for his gun. While he was fumbling with the child and the gun, however, Skinner managed to stab him in the side of his stomach with the needle. He prayed he hit a spot that would take him down, and sure enough, the Super-soldier stiffened. Soon, he fell to the ground beside where William sat, crying.
Scully ran to her child, scooping up into her arms. She held him, and he gripped at her with the innocence only a child possessed. She looked down at his adoptive parents, wondering. Did he know what had happened? Would he realize what was going on? Would he remember Dana? He'd lived with her for longer, but more recently with the Van de Kamp's. When she looked into his eyes, however, he quieted down. He was bigger than when she had left him, and he had a tuft of hair just like hers. His crying subsided, but he apparently knew only two words, "Mama," and "Dada." He couldn't walk much, just crawl. He might have taken a step or two before.
None of it mattered, now. He was back in her arms. She looked into his eyes again, as he whimpered for his Mama.
"I'm here," She said. "I'm going to take care of you, William." The child responded to its name. "I'm your Mama. I'm going to take care of you." He seemed to calm, but she knew he most likely did not understand. He'd grow with her, and forget his adoptive parents.
"Should we... Go to the police with this?" John asked.
"I'm not letting go of him." Dana said.
"There are dead people here.."
"They'll cover it up, you know that. They don't know our names, remember?"
They continued to say things about what to do with the baby, but Dana's mind was made up. She knew nobody could ever take him away from her again.
"William was a bullfrog," She began singing softly. "Was a good friend of mine. Never understood a word he said, but I helped him drink his wine." The tears falling down her cheeks were finally of joy. Mulder came up behind her, holding around her pregnant waist, looking into his sons eyes.
"Joy to the world." Mulder sang. "To all the boys and girls."
The three Agents with the FBI in the room looked on quietly. They'd discuss legal matters later.
"Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea." Scully sang, to her son and to her lover.
In unison, they finished.
"Joy to you and me."
Authors Notes: Hey! Sorry, this chapter's a little late. The story is almost done… But fear not! I've got another idea! And, it's mindless fluff! Mindless fluff with skiing in Vermont! FUN! Hehehe… Who needs a plot? Okay, back to this story. Thanks for the feedback! Keep it coming! You guys are the greatest!