Title: Without You Part Eighteen
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John takes a deep breath in and starts to talk, illustrating a plan of how we are going to head out of this Victorian home and into a small town 20 miles from here.
"The way I see it; if this place is such a gold mine for protection of the super soldiers then 20 miles away would be close enough," John states.
"They have a hospital that you could work at Dana, a school Mulder could work at and they have a police station, too," Monica finishes.
Both Mulder and I mull over the idea of leaving. I can't help, but think that the smoking man is up to something else and the idea of just having a normal life, working in a hospital, living a life with my family is the only thing that I want now.
I've been without them before and I don't want it to happen again. Thinking that they are dead to the world and only to have them returned to me hurts the emotions too damn much.
All of the years of working on the X-Files has ripped out my heart and cut it into a million pieces. Too many times had I thought that I lost Mulder and then losing both of them was almost too much for me.
Rubbing my swelled stomach I want to give these children a normal life as well. I think we all want a normal life.
"Mulder," I say gazing at him. He nods his head acknowledging that he feels the same way.
"Let's get out of this mouse trap," Mulder responds grinning.
Lake Aire Motel
Room 17
Roseau, British Columbia, Canada
9:05 p.m.
I sit in a rather comfortable chair in the tiny motel room rubbing my temples trying to get rid of the headache that is starting to invade upon my head.
William plays quietly on the floor with the few toys that we brought with us for him and Mulder lays on the bed reading the classified ads trying to find us a house.
"Scully, this shouldn't be that hard," Mulder responds lowering the paper to show his hazel eyes slightly magnified by his reading glasses.
He has always looked cute in them, something that I never admitted even to myself for the nine years that we worked together.
"What do they have available?"
"Mostly huge homes that cost nearly two hundred thousand dollars. I just don't understand it."
"Understand what?"
"In a town this small how they can have houses for that much," Mulder responds.
"Must be a conspiracy," I tell him grinning and heading over to the bed. My back is killing me and I need to lie down.
Mulder instinctively makes room for me and continues to read through the paper. I close my eyes trying to make the killer headache disappear, but I don't succeed.
"Scully, you okay?" Mulder asked concerned.
"I'm fine," I respond, grimacing as I do so.
"You don't look fine."
"I'm just trying to get rid of this headache," I tell him.
Everything is silent for a long moment when William crawls onto the bed and lays down in between Mulder and I. I open my eyes and smile at the small child that lays between us.
His blonde hair curls ever so slightly around his ears and face and has taken on a darker tone. I play with his curls, smiling at the small boy that Mulder and I created.
"How about this one: Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, in a neighborhood close to the school and hospital, only costs 89,000," Mulder says, "They have a picture right here."
He hands over the paper and I stare at the black and white picture of the house.
It looks a lot smaller than the Victorian house, but for some reason I'm drawn to the house.
"The house looks very homey," I tell him, smiling up at Mulder.
"I think that's our house, Scully," Mulder says with a huge grin on his face.
"I think so too," I tell him.
"We're gunna make it, Scully," Mulder responds after a long moment of silence.
"Yes...we are," I reply.
The world is nearly perfect around us. We are getting the life that we always wanted, the family, and more importantly we feel safe. But feeling safe--is that enough with the kind of evil that is out in the world.
An evil that even the devil himself would have a tough time duplicating.
Room 19
John and Monica sit watching the television in the room, neither really paying much attention to the baseball game that John has tuned up.
Monica is off in her own world, thinking about the situation that has brought them to this point. She's uneasy. Something isn't as it should be.
Getting up she walks over the window and peeks out at the parking lot.
Nothing is out there except for the light reflecting off of the wet, slick, pavement. She watches for a moment longer and then satisfied that her 'feeling' of sorts was nothing.
John watches as one of the Yankees steps up to home plate, playing a late night game out on the west coast. The lights of the baseball field reflect off of the glistening grass. It almost looks surreal.
John's also in his own world, thinking back to a time when he'd sit down and watch the game with the guys from the station all of those years ago when he still worked for the NYPD.
Those were the days when his family life was still normal. He still had his wife and son and nothing was ever wrong in the world, except when he'd put on his uniform and head out to face the evilness of the streets of New York City.
"John," Monica says breaking both of their silences.
"Hmm?" John doesn't even look up at her.
"I know that this may seem crazy, but I have this feeling..." Monica stops as John turns around with the cynical gaze on his face.
"What kind of feeling?"
"Oh, its nothing. Never mind. I'm just overreacting," Monica replies trying to push it out of her mind, but she feels it again. Like the weight of two eyes on her back.
"Come on, Mon. You know as well as I that when you've got those feelings that its something more than nothing," John tells her standing up and walking beside her at the window.
She's silent.
"Mon? What is it?"
Monica's eyes are filled with fear, but she tries to avoid John's gaze.
John takes her chin and guides her face back to his, making her look him straight in the eyes.
"Monica Reyes, I know that look. What are you sensing?"
"I have the strange feeling that someone is watching us. That there is someone out there."
A loud bang echoes through the motel room and shards of glass fly from the window that is directly in front of them as Monica slumps over, reaching out for John, reaching out for someone to save her.
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