Let the Truth Be Known

*spoiler: takes place after the episode "This Is Not Happening". Mulder is dead and Scully's pregnancy is starting to show.*

Disclaimer : I do not own The X Files or any of it's characters. They belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Parts of "Deadalive" script that was used does not belong to me either.

Author's Note: Thank you very much to all of my beta readers... I also would like to say thank you to all of my readers.

Margaret Scully residence

Washington, DC

7:00p.m

In Washington D.C. it was another chilly night, but I was burning up inside. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach .The rhythm of my heart seem to go faster then usual. Fast enough to make me think by the end of the night I was going to have a heart attack. It was hard to breathe, I felt like worry and guilt was swallowing me whole.

I only get this kind of feelings when I'm truly scared. Tonight I was.

I felt this way because Bill and his family are coming to visit my mother and me. Just a two years ago they were shipped off to Germany. I haven't seen him in month. I've talked to him over the phone, but I just couldn't tell him. He needed to know, but I just couldn't tell him over the phone. This is the type of thing I have to tell Bill face to face. I have to look him in the eyes and tell him that I'm pregnant. His face would be harsh and filled with anger, but that's what I need to see. That face would keep me from crying. The last thing on Earth I wanted to do was cry. I always treated crying like weakness, but lately I just can't help it. Before I realized tears would form in my eyes. I feel so weak now days.

My mother walked into the kitchen. I don't think she even had to use her motherly senses to tell that I was upset about something. After all, people who daydream with teary eyes usually tend to be on the sad and depressive side.

"Dana, honey, are you feeling okay?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied in very unconvincing voice.

"Dana-"

" It's nothing, mom," I raise my voice a little bit.

"I don't know why you don't say what you feel. It's not helping you or your problems-"

" Mom, I can't hear this. Not right now," My voice cracked and I close my eyes for a few seconds to hold back tears.

"I'll take your word. This only means we'll talk later," My mom insisted in a slightly forceful tone. I nodded my head yes.