Title: I Could Kill You For This, Fox Mulder.

Author: Gillian Leigh

Disclaimer: Do I look like Chris Carter? Didn't think so...

POV: Scully

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-X-

'I could kill you for this, Fox Mulder, I really could. First, you had to go and get abducted. I was angry, scared, and depressed. I had our child to think of, and the whole time I was worried about if I'd ever see you again. Then you came back to me, back to us. Now we have a son, a beautiful, healthy little boy. Our William. Our miracle.

The four months after he was born were the most wonderful of my life. I had you, the first love of my life, and our son, the second. We spent every waking moment together, not knowing how long the peace would last. Every day, the thought remained in the backs of our minds, that this could be our last instant together before you had to leave.

And one day, you did. You told me that you had to leave the next day. There were tears, and laughs as we talked about anything and everything, as we remembered the past; we dared not speak of the future. I don't think we slept at all that night, waiting for the sun to come up. Waiting for the time to say good bye.

Now I wait for your emails, confirmation that you're doing okay, wherever you are. I watch our son grow. It amazed me, as I know it amazed you, when I found out I was pregnant *again*. Our children would be just over a year apart. In your response to my email, I could hear your voice, and see your face. But the pictures in my memory aren't enough, Mulder. I want you to come home. Will wants you home too. Our son needs his daddy.

Well, Mulder, you've gone and done it. You've really outdone yourself this time. The thought of having to raise two children without you was frightening enough, but I went to the doctor this morning, for my five month check-up, and they did a sonogram. There were two heartbeats. Twins, Mulder. We're having twins. Two more boys. I could kill you for this, Fox Mulder, for getting me pregnant with twins, and leaving me. But I love you, and I understand that you're out there saving the world. If, (and it pains me to even think this) you don't come home, some day I'll be able to tell our sons that their daddy saved the world. But I'd like for you to be here to tell them with me, Mulder. I'd like for you to be here to recount every adventure of how you stopped the big bad aliens, and watch their shining eyes as they dare not disbelieve a word you say. I'd love for you to be here to assure them that there are indeed little green men, and that there are things bigger than ourselves to believe in. You made me believe, Fox Mulder, and there are some days I believed I could kill you for it.'

Scully sighed as she read the email she'd sent Mulder three weeks ago. Still no response. She worried. She rubbed her stomach, trying to calm the twins' kicking. Nothing seemed to calm them, lately; they'd been on edge like she had. There was even a change in William, who was the most laid-back baby one could ever hope to see. He slept less, cried more, and wasn't easily comforted. Mulder's children knew something, and Scully feared what it could be. The apartment was silent. She listened to the rain, and sighed, her eyes transfixed on the computer screen.

A knock at the door brought her out of her stupor, and she rose stiffly and walked toward it . She'd been sitting in one position for too long, and she shuffled across her apartment, but apparently she was taking too long for whoever it was, and the pounding grew louder. She managed to sprint the rest of the way to the door, thinking that it was probably John Doggett, who forgot that she had a child who would be asleep at this hour.

She unlocked the door and pulled it open, prepared to be pissed off at whoever had almost woken William. She nearly fainted when she saw who stood on the other side.

"Mulder?" she whispered, feeling shocked. He stood before her, all six feet of Fox Mulder, dripping wet, covered in mud, and bleeding from a small cut above his eyebrow, but he looked triumphant, and he said,

"I saved the world, Scully." Her jaw dropped open, and tears sprung to her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around him. She laughed and cried at the same time, still disbelieving that he was back, and that they could have a "normal" life. "And for future reference, aliens are gray, not green."

-X-

A/N: It could be the end....unless you want more.....