Author's note: Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad somebody's reading :) I'm
not sure how this is all going to work out as I'm basically thinking up
ideas as I go along. But I guess we'll see what happens.. I know this
section doesn't explain a whole lot, but there's still more to come.. :)
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Something surprised him in the bathroom. Behind the door he found the black suit he had been wearing the night before. The same tie, same dress shirt, the works. His first connection to reality.
He put on the suit not caring how rumpled it was; it was farmiliar at least.
His gun and wallet were nowhere to be seen, and upon close inspection, he noticed a few droplets of blood at the tail of the blue shirt.
Putting A + B together he concluded.. that he had been drugged, kidnapped and .. stuck with a wife and kids.. huh? Nothing made sense. He would ask the woman where his stuff was when he got a chance.
Mulder ran a brush that was beside the sink through his hair and left the washroom that was connected to the bedroom he had woke up in. Suppose.. he had went out, gotten drunk out of his mind, met a woman, and now she was a psycho, taking his gun, wallet, and holding him hostage in a weird town with her kids? Any explanation could have been true at that point, he decided. He would keep an eye out for his materials.
While walking down the staircase, he stared to his left at the wall. Framed pictures hung. Pictures of him and his 'family'. Uptight professional pictures showing him in his usual suits, next to that screaming woman, with three grinning kids sitting up front. Two boys and a girl. And that wasn't the only picture. Dozens of them littered the wall. Some of them with only two kids, some with two kids and a baby. A wedding photo.. Oh God, that was him standing there, wearing a frilly blue tux standing next to a significantly younger version of the screaming woman.
Suddenly, something brushed past his legs and ran down the stairs.
Jack.
"Hiya dad!" he yelled but didn't slow down.
Dad.
Boy, that was the weirdest feeling the world.
Mulder slowly finished walking down the flight of stairs and looked around for the kitchen to get that breakfast that his 'wife' wouldn't stop clucking about. It was just to the left and he entered to find the 'wife' there along with 'his three kids'.
"About time you decided to grace your family with your morning presence Mr. Lazy ass. The kids missed their bus; you're going to have to give them a ride," the woman shoved backpacks on the kids and stuffed toast into their mouths.
"Mommy swore! Mom-my swore!" the youngest boy chanted and his toast dropped from his open mouth onto the white tiled floor. The woman scoffed and flipped her wrist up to look at the time.
"Great, now they're all going to be *late* for school. On the first day, too!" she grunted and started shoving the gigglng kids to the kitchen patio doors that opened to a dainty patio and backyard.
Wait a minute.. First day of school. Wasn't that in September? Yesterday had been May. What year was it even?
She glared up at Mulder who still stood at the side of the kitchen awkwardly.
"What are you waiting for?!"
Mulder got his ass in gear and followed the kids to the kitchen door, knowing he'd have to drive them somewhere.
The kids broke through the doors out into the backyard and darted around. Mulder was about to leave too, when he stopped and looked at her.
"Did you take my wallet and gun?" he asked, having no idea what to expect for a response.
"A gun? You have a gun now?" she almost shrieked.
"Well yeah-" he started to explain but was interuppted.
"I will not allow you to bring guns into this house. There's three kids here for God's sake. What the hell are you thinking? As for your wallet, how should I know where it is? You stumbled in here so late last night."
Mulder looked at her confused.
"..Like usual.." she mumbled and turned around to the sink. Mulder sighed and went for the door handle again.
"Can't go without these, Fox," she sighed and grabbed some keys off the counter, tossing them at his chest. He caught them, barely. "Sometimes you are such a.." she mumbled the last part but Mulder thought he caught the word 'idiot' somewhere in the mix. Raising his eyebrows at her insane hostile personality, he left through the patio doors.
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Mulder rounded up the kids who had spread out all over the lawn and got them into the navy blue car closest to the street which looked like a Taurus. He had found Jack already making 'mud balls', Rob (he remembered) was urging him on, and the girl who's name he wasn't sure of yet, was watching and making 'ew' noises.
Once the kids were buckled down in the backseat, Mulder got in the front and went to start the engine.
"Why are we taking Mommy's car?" the girl piped up and Mulder stopped.
Dammit.
"I was.. uh.. just checking something," he covered hurridly and got out of the car, going through the process of unbuckling the kids and lugging them and a ton of backpacks to the vehicle next to it, a silver Blazer.
He got them, again, all buckled in and calmed down, then got in the cushy driver's seat. The kids discussed a booger while Mulder started the 'correct' engine.
He still had no idea where he was going.
"Okay kids, where are we going," he said loud enough for them to hear as he backed down the driveway.
"Disneyland!" one of the boys squealed, most likely Jack and not his psychotic pyro brother.
"No, you're going to school.. Now where is that?" he picked a direction to go out of the driveway and went along.
"You don't even KNOW?" the girl giggled, shocked.
"It's a test," he said back, thinking that could fool them.
More giggles from the backseat.
"What?" he looked into the rearview at them, hands over their mouths.
"School is that way Daddy," the girl thumbed to the back window and giggled with Jack again.
Mulder pulled a U-turn and passed the house again. The screaming woman probably thought he was a lunatic.
He drove in his own silence for a little bit, observing all around him. Such a bright place. He was used to dark alleys, misty fields, and pitch black dungeons.
The giggles strarted up again.
"You're still going the wrong way..." the girl muffled out. Mulder looked into the rearview again at them.
"There's no other way to go!" he said desperately wanting them just to give him a break. But of course they didn't know anything was wrong. As he could tell, they probably thought he was playing a joke on them, and they were playing along.
Mulder sighed.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll buy you icecream after school," he begged and stopped at a red light.
The backseat erupted into cheers and yells.
"Mommy NEVER lets us have icecream!" the girl exclaimed. Mulder raised his eyebrow. No icecream? Now that was just cruel.
"Well, Mommy is not here, is she. Right or left?" Mulder asked once he reached a split turn and the girl answered, grinning, "left."
The kids made it to school, all thankfully attending the same one, (only finding out at the last minute that the girl's name was Dana, and she was Rob's twin sister).
The name Dana stuck in his mind as he sat idling in the Blazer holding up traffic in front of the school. He found no logical explanation about it, why his 'child' was named Dana..
A honk from behind pressed is foot to the gas pedal. Nothing happened.
He was still in park.
'Idiot was right.'
Mulder corrected his mistake and drove off away from the school.
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Something surprised him in the bathroom. Behind the door he found the black suit he had been wearing the night before. The same tie, same dress shirt, the works. His first connection to reality.
He put on the suit not caring how rumpled it was; it was farmiliar at least.
His gun and wallet were nowhere to be seen, and upon close inspection, he noticed a few droplets of blood at the tail of the blue shirt.
Putting A + B together he concluded.. that he had been drugged, kidnapped and .. stuck with a wife and kids.. huh? Nothing made sense. He would ask the woman where his stuff was when he got a chance.
Mulder ran a brush that was beside the sink through his hair and left the washroom that was connected to the bedroom he had woke up in. Suppose.. he had went out, gotten drunk out of his mind, met a woman, and now she was a psycho, taking his gun, wallet, and holding him hostage in a weird town with her kids? Any explanation could have been true at that point, he decided. He would keep an eye out for his materials.
While walking down the staircase, he stared to his left at the wall. Framed pictures hung. Pictures of him and his 'family'. Uptight professional pictures showing him in his usual suits, next to that screaming woman, with three grinning kids sitting up front. Two boys and a girl. And that wasn't the only picture. Dozens of them littered the wall. Some of them with only two kids, some with two kids and a baby. A wedding photo.. Oh God, that was him standing there, wearing a frilly blue tux standing next to a significantly younger version of the screaming woman.
Suddenly, something brushed past his legs and ran down the stairs.
Jack.
"Hiya dad!" he yelled but didn't slow down.
Dad.
Boy, that was the weirdest feeling the world.
Mulder slowly finished walking down the flight of stairs and looked around for the kitchen to get that breakfast that his 'wife' wouldn't stop clucking about. It was just to the left and he entered to find the 'wife' there along with 'his three kids'.
"About time you decided to grace your family with your morning presence Mr. Lazy ass. The kids missed their bus; you're going to have to give them a ride," the woman shoved backpacks on the kids and stuffed toast into their mouths.
"Mommy swore! Mom-my swore!" the youngest boy chanted and his toast dropped from his open mouth onto the white tiled floor. The woman scoffed and flipped her wrist up to look at the time.
"Great, now they're all going to be *late* for school. On the first day, too!" she grunted and started shoving the gigglng kids to the kitchen patio doors that opened to a dainty patio and backyard.
Wait a minute.. First day of school. Wasn't that in September? Yesterday had been May. What year was it even?
She glared up at Mulder who still stood at the side of the kitchen awkwardly.
"What are you waiting for?!"
Mulder got his ass in gear and followed the kids to the kitchen door, knowing he'd have to drive them somewhere.
The kids broke through the doors out into the backyard and darted around. Mulder was about to leave too, when he stopped and looked at her.
"Did you take my wallet and gun?" he asked, having no idea what to expect for a response.
"A gun? You have a gun now?" she almost shrieked.
"Well yeah-" he started to explain but was interuppted.
"I will not allow you to bring guns into this house. There's three kids here for God's sake. What the hell are you thinking? As for your wallet, how should I know where it is? You stumbled in here so late last night."
Mulder looked at her confused.
"..Like usual.." she mumbled and turned around to the sink. Mulder sighed and went for the door handle again.
"Can't go without these, Fox," she sighed and grabbed some keys off the counter, tossing them at his chest. He caught them, barely. "Sometimes you are such a.." she mumbled the last part but Mulder thought he caught the word 'idiot' somewhere in the mix. Raising his eyebrows at her insane hostile personality, he left through the patio doors.
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Mulder rounded up the kids who had spread out all over the lawn and got them into the navy blue car closest to the street which looked like a Taurus. He had found Jack already making 'mud balls', Rob (he remembered) was urging him on, and the girl who's name he wasn't sure of yet, was watching and making 'ew' noises.
Once the kids were buckled down in the backseat, Mulder got in the front and went to start the engine.
"Why are we taking Mommy's car?" the girl piped up and Mulder stopped.
Dammit.
"I was.. uh.. just checking something," he covered hurridly and got out of the car, going through the process of unbuckling the kids and lugging them and a ton of backpacks to the vehicle next to it, a silver Blazer.
He got them, again, all buckled in and calmed down, then got in the cushy driver's seat. The kids discussed a booger while Mulder started the 'correct' engine.
He still had no idea where he was going.
"Okay kids, where are we going," he said loud enough for them to hear as he backed down the driveway.
"Disneyland!" one of the boys squealed, most likely Jack and not his psychotic pyro brother.
"No, you're going to school.. Now where is that?" he picked a direction to go out of the driveway and went along.
"You don't even KNOW?" the girl giggled, shocked.
"It's a test," he said back, thinking that could fool them.
More giggles from the backseat.
"What?" he looked into the rearview at them, hands over their mouths.
"School is that way Daddy," the girl thumbed to the back window and giggled with Jack again.
Mulder pulled a U-turn and passed the house again. The screaming woman probably thought he was a lunatic.
He drove in his own silence for a little bit, observing all around him. Such a bright place. He was used to dark alleys, misty fields, and pitch black dungeons.
The giggles strarted up again.
"You're still going the wrong way..." the girl muffled out. Mulder looked into the rearview again at them.
"There's no other way to go!" he said desperately wanting them just to give him a break. But of course they didn't know anything was wrong. As he could tell, they probably thought he was playing a joke on them, and they were playing along.
Mulder sighed.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll buy you icecream after school," he begged and stopped at a red light.
The backseat erupted into cheers and yells.
"Mommy NEVER lets us have icecream!" the girl exclaimed. Mulder raised his eyebrow. No icecream? Now that was just cruel.
"Well, Mommy is not here, is she. Right or left?" Mulder asked once he reached a split turn and the girl answered, grinning, "left."
The kids made it to school, all thankfully attending the same one, (only finding out at the last minute that the girl's name was Dana, and she was Rob's twin sister).
The name Dana stuck in his mind as he sat idling in the Blazer holding up traffic in front of the school. He found no logical explanation about it, why his 'child' was named Dana..
A honk from behind pressed is foot to the gas pedal. Nothing happened.
He was still in park.
'Idiot was right.'
Mulder corrected his mistake and drove off away from the school.
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