Title: Without You Part Seventeen
All other information is in chapter one
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May 23, 2002
Victorian Home in Canada
6:03 a.m.
Sun streams through the bay window in William's nursery. I barely recognize where I'm at. Maybe all of the years of working with the paranoia and the probability that we aren't alone has finally gotten the best of me as I get up and walk towards the window looking out on the huge lawn.
Two big pine trees stand in front of this perfect house. How can it be true? All of it.
I continue to stare out the window, remembering back to a time before all of this ever happened. Back to before I even met Mulder. It is hard to even think what I did then. Well, life was as normal as it could possibly be. I still had a great trust in the government as we knew it, but then again I don't know which is worse: knowing what is about to happen or to not know anything.
The twins are obviously awake as they pound away on the walls of my abdomen. I place my hand on my stomach, rubbing in circles trying to calm the kicking.
I turn my attention back to William. He stands in his crib staring back at me with a goofy grin on his face. My God, with that look he looks so much like Mulder. He's going to be a spitting image of Mulder, even down to the deep hazel eyes and the nose.
"Momma," he gurgles.
I head over to his crib and lift him out effortlessly.
"Let's go find some breakfast."
I let William down and he toddles next to me, holding onto my hand tightly unsure of the steps that are now in front of him.
"I'll carry him down," Mulder says coming up behind me and scooping up Will.
We walk down to the kitchen and find some Cheerios for Will to eat as we both grab a bowl of Wheaties.
"Well this explains it all," Mulder says with a coy grin on his face.
"What?"
"How you could kick my butt for all of those years. You ate your Wheaties, Scully," he replies in classic Mulder fashion.
We both laugh.
The kitchen is quiet. Almost too quiet. There is only the sound of us crunching on our cereal.
"Look, Scully, we all have the same doubts and suspicions," Mulder finally speaks up.
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to. That look says it all," Mulder responds.
"I was just thinking about how we always wanted a normal life. How we don't have to run anymore."
"I just hope that's all that it is," Mulder counters with his paranoia returning.
Another long silence passes through the kitchen filled with only the sounds of Will's slurping his milk and chomping on his cereal.
"Mulder, I don't want to run anymore. I want to settle down and have a normal life and even though that smoking bastard isn't to be trusted as far as any of us can see, maybe this is a gift. A gift of the life that we could never have before.
"I want us all to be around to raise this family. No more conspiracies, no more aliens or super soldiers, and a normal job. Is that that hard to ask for?" I say trying to keep my emotions in check.
"No, Scully, it isn't that hard to ask for it. I want all of the same things, but trusting the devil himself isn't what I want to do. And its not what any of us want to do."
"Well what are we going to do then?"
Doggett and Reyes walk into the kitchen right then at that moment.
"Sorry, are we interrupting?" Doggett asks.
"No, we need to talk about this situation," Mulder replies for the both of us.
"Yeah, we don't think that its all what its cracked up to be," Doggett responds.
"John and I were talking late into the night and we think we should find another place," Monica says.
"All I want is a normal life. A normal life for us all," I say.
"Good, we've got a plan," John states.
"Start talking we're all ears," Mulder answers for us both.
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