Glancing up from her book, Sally Ryan spotted her silent nephew colouring as he sat on the patio furniture.  The beautiful sunshine they woke up to prompted an early morning relaxation session in the back garden, the perfect suntrap.   Billy had his head bent over the pages as he fumbled for the various pencils and crayons that lay scattered around him.

            He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked up to her and she could then see the faint scar that lined his left cheek, disappearing under his chin.  The accident that had killed his parents had left him with a life long reminder.

"Hey Billy, shall we go and grab some lunch?"

            He nodded and gathered the page he'd been working on and one black crayon.  Sally followed him through to the kitchen where he got back to drawing and she rummaged around the cupboards for some food.

"How about some pancakes?" she asked.

            Without looking up he nodded his head.

"Would you like some of your aunties famous chocolate chip cookies?"  Again he nodded, his interaction kept at a minimal and she just wished he'd say something.  Having been silent since the plane crash Sally wished she could hear his sweet laughter again.

            Repeating the words in her head that Billy's doctor had told her she busied herself collecting the ingredients.  As she started beating the eggs she took another glance up at him and saw him stepping off the chair and backing up against the wall.

"Billy?" she said noticing the look of fear on his face she rushed over to him, grabbing his arms just as the screaming began.

"Billy? What is it?" She checked his arms for injuries but felt nothing.  He pointed at the drawing but all she saw was a picture of a plane, single black wavy lines over the top of it in the sky.

"Billy what's wrong? Tell me?" she asked her panic rising above control but all he did was scream and star at the drawing.

***

"Ladies and gentlemen could you please fasten your seat belts as we are about to go through some rough turbulence.  It should last for about 10 minutes but don't worry we'll get you to Seattle on time."

            The crackle from the cockpit stopped and a disjointed murmur travelled around the passengers.  The air stewards walked up and down the aisles as they reassured the worried travellers and checked that all belts were fastened.  But suddenly the plane jerked pulling baggage from the overhead departments and throwing the stewards to the deck.  Screams came from all around and as the oxygen masks were released a ball of flame erupted from the right wing penetrating the plane and engulfing the passengers.

            The captain managed to send mayday messages on all frequencies before the plane plummeted to the earth below.

***

            Scully fumbled with the projector and slides trying to make it work.  Wondering how Mulder had made it seem so easy and yet she couldn't get it to switch on.  She woke up at four am that morning and knowing she wasn't going to get back to sleep she dragged herself from the bed she had occupied alone for four sleepless hours.  Now as the clock read eight am she found herself struggling with a piece of machinery that she knew Mulder would just turn on.  Exasperated she blew some air over her face to move the stray strands that insisted on tickling her nose.

            Just then the door swung open and Mulder walked in a wide smile on his face.

"Good morning Scully," he said cheerily.

"Welcome back, how did it go?"

"Amazing!" he said throwing his jacket over his chair and coming over to where she was fighting with the projector.  "You should have been there."

            He rummaged through his case and pulled out an A4 envelope. Opening it he spread the photos out on the table and showed her.

"How did you get these shots?" she said looking down at the aerial pictures of the crop circles.

"I met this guy in a bar and he turned out to be a chopper pilot."

"And he took you up?" she said glancing up from the projector to see his smile.

"Yes. It was fantastic.  You should have seen the patterns.  I wish you'd been there."

"Helicopter rides to see crop circles? I wish I'd been there too!" she said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh Scully," he said pushing her aside and setting the projector up himself, "where is your sense of adventure?"

"My sense of adventure? Do you want to see what I've been up to since you wasted your weekend examining broken corn stalks?"

"Please Scully enthral me!" he challenged.

            She stepped around him and switched off the lights trying not to be too mad at how quickly he had set up the slides.  When she returned to the small table he had taken his customary position in his own chair with his feet perched on the corner of his desk as he waited for the show.  She focused the lens on the white screen before switching to the first slide.

            Mulder stared at the picture of the plane wreckage and turned to her, waiting for her commentary.

"Flight 357 New York to Seattle went down two weeks ago, killing all passengers, 203 people." She changed the slide again this time showing him a train derailment.  "East rail train to Florida went off the rails last Tuesday, killing 80 commuters."

"Come on Scully, what have you got?"

            She smiled inwardly laughing at how the tables had turned.  He hated to be left guessing but constantly he threw her tid-bits of information never letting her see the whole picture.  She moved on to the next slide and Mulder saw a picture of a young child in a school uniform.

"William Ryan, aged ten now.  Lives in Chelsea New York.  Both of his parents were killed in a plane crash four years ago, a crash where he was the only survivor."

"You're killing me here Scully, have you got something or not?"

            She passed him two sheets of paper with photocopied pictures and he studied them silently for a moment.

"What's this?" he said looking down at the childish drawings of a plane and a train.

"William drew them," she said and stepping closer to him she reached over his shoulder and pointed to the wavy black lines.  "And those are short hand."

"Short hand?"

"It's a form of writing used by journalists, doctors, interviewers to make transcribing conversation quicker."

"I know what short hand is Scully but what does it say?"

"It has flight numbers and destinations of the plane that went down and the train that derailed.  All drawn prior to the accidents."

"Scully are you suggesting that this child has pre-cognitive information of air accidents and rail disasters?" he turned round to face her fully, trying desperately to hold the sceptical look on his face.

"Or could it be possible that he is privy to sabotage of these vehicles?"

"Has any one taken blame?"

"No and the official lines are all stating engine trouble."

"So when do we leave?"

"Lunch time."

            She turned back to the projector and started to pull the slides out, packing them into a small case.  He twisted idly in his chair swaying it slightly as he watched her collect her things.  He had missed her over the weekend and while he flew over the crops in Ohio he had wished she were by his side.  More than once he turned to point something out to her only to find the chair beside him empty.

"How did you come up with this one?" he asked gazing on her slow movements.

"I used my vast knowledge of paranormal phenomenon and trailed through pages and pages of Internet links on the suspicion that they were connected in some para-psycological way-,"

"Scully, so how did you really get it?" he said his laugh light and chasing his voice.

"A friend of mine is a doctor of Williams and when she saw the drawings and the connection she contacted me knowing my affiliation with the paranormal.  She faxed them over to me Saturday morning."

"What does she think?"

"She doesn't know what to think, hence I got the call."
"Well all I can say is it's about time you started to pull your weight around here, I'm getting sick of carrying you."

            She fixed him with a glare arching her eyebrow slightly as her smile broke through her tight lips.

"Shut up Mulder."

** I already posted this chapter but there were too many mistakes so I re-did it up (that's great English!)…sorry!!! **