Title: Without You Part 14
All other information is in the first chapter.
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Monica Reyes's Apartment
Washington D.C.
May 21, 2002
12:19 a.m.
We are finally here. Just minutes away from seeing my son. Our son.
Mulder takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. Too much has happened to us for us not to be worried. Our lives have been tampered with, experimented with, taken a few times and nearly extinguished, but we still stand like a testament of time.
I smile at him weakly as he pulls me out of the rental car. Doggett walks ahead of us, always searching for something that might be hidden.
None of us talk. I can't even begin to process words at this point. Walking to the elevator and to Monica's door is all a blur.
Mulder guides me towards the door. Silence has taken over the apartment building. Wait, its midnight. Normal people would be in bed at this time of the night. Not traveling half way across the country.
When was the last time that we were normal?
Doggett knocks on the door, softly and we all wait. I don't think that I was the only one holding my breath.
Who in the world could have been with William? What does this all mean? Questions swirl around in front of me.
The pounding of bare feet against wood echoes through the room, magnified by my alert senses.
I can just see Monica hesitating on the other side of the door, looking through the peephole and then finally she slowly opens it.
"Thank God, you made it," she whispers as she ushers us into her homey apartment quickly, locking the door behind her.
"Where's, William?" I barely manage to whisper.
Before she can respond the creaking of old floor boards causes us all to turn.
At first in the darkness of the apartment it is hard to make out who stands in front of us, but the tall figure slowly steps into the light with the coy grin of evil and self love on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mulder nearly screams at the man.
"All in due time, Mulder," he says as he places his hand on his pocket feeling for cigarettes that are no longer present, "Damn."
"Smokey out of smokes?" Mulder asks sarcastically.
"Fox, you never cease to hate me," Spender says with a grin on his face.
"Would you like me to make a list?--" Mulder starts as he moves towards the smoking bastard.
"Mulder, hold," Doggett says putting his hand out to stop Mulder, and then turns to Spender "Who the hell are you?"
"Oh where to begin. There are so many ways to describe who I am. It is such a shame that I haven't met you before Agent Doggett. I hear you do amazing work on the X-Files," he states grinning with an evil smile.
"All of you stop!" I reply yelling, "I need to see my son."
Monica nods her head and starts to walk towards her bedroom. I follow her closely.
"Is he all right? Did they do anything to him?" I start to ask, becoming more and more anxious.
"Everything is fine. He is in perfect health. The only strange thing is the man that he arrived with."
"What did he say to you?"
"He said that in the best interest of all of us that it would be a good idea to keep quiet about this. He insisted that he stay until you two got back here because he said that 'they' were waiting and watching for a chance to take William again."
"How could you trust someone like that?"
"I had my gun ready to fire if he made one wrong move," Monica responds grinning.
We stop at her bedroom door which is slightly ajar. Moonlight bathes the room and on the bed is a sleeping child.
William.
Slowly, in awe, I walk towards my son.
His eyes are tightly shut as he breaths in and out steadily. William has grown so much. I can't believe my eyes.
I reach my hand out to touch him.
William moves, but then goes back into his peaceful sleep.
I gradually reach out and take the small child in my arms. For three months I have wanted to feel his weight in my arms and know that this is indeed my child.
Mulder walks in behind me, looking down at our child, trying to believe it.
"Is he all right?" Mulder whispers concerned.
"He appears to be completely fine, but a full examination will have to be conducted to make sure," I respond back to Mulder.
The room is completely quiet as Mulder and I stare down at our son.
A miracle that we have for the second time. But how many times do we get this lucky? How many 'lives' does William have?
I'm afraid to know the answer, but the thoughts of fear and agonizing pain leave me as I stare down at William. The baby boy that Mulder and I fought so hard for and lost so much to have.
His blue eyes slowly open. After a few seconds a look of recognition comes over his face.
"Mommy?"
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