Episode 10 x 10
A Christmas Wish Come True 11:06 pm December 4th
"Ahhhhh!" Mulder screams as he wakes from a horrible nightmare. Cold sweat drips down his face and his breathing is quick and heavy.
He let out a sigh of relief as he realized it had all been a nightmare. He almost laughed at himself when he remembered how he had thought it had really happened. "Thank goodness she didn't really crash."
8:59 am December 5th Denver, Colorado
"Last night on highway 45 there was a terrible three car pile up accident around eleven pm. A reckless driver in a silver Ford Focus spun out of control when the truck in front of it stopped suddenly. The car caused three other cars to spin off the road with it.
"The driver of the silver Ford Focus was sent to a local hospital and has not been identified and is not expected to survive. The three other cars included a minivan with a man and his wife who are in critical condition, and a pick-up truck driver who is to be released this afternoon. The last car—"
"Oh my God John that's Scully!" said Monica.
"That's my car alright." Cleo said solemnly.
"We've got to get to that hospital!" said John.
5:03 pm Denver City Hospital
"Is she going to make it?" Monica asked worriedly, as she held John's hand nervously.
"We weren't sure when she came in, we almost lost her twice. But she's recovering fast now, there seems to be something that willing her strongly." the doctor said hopefully.
"Don't worry about her Monica; she's still got a lot to live for." John said comfortingly.
"I'm not sure she even understands what it is." Cleo said thoughtfully.
Meanwhile Scully was peacefully sleeping:
"You were my constant." Mulder said as he described his feelings of the dreams he had when he had been kidnapped by the Syndicate four years ago. Even when his world had been falling apart Scully had been the thing that didn't change.
Scully smiled dreamily, "And you are mine." A tear slipped down her face, not of sorrow, or of sadness but of content. So too did a tear fall down her cheek as she slept. For she finally knew that that had not changed, those words that she had spoke so long ago were still true.
Mulder had not been the thing that had weakened her to the point of suicide. He had been the one and only thing that had kept her from doing it long before. He never changed, somehow his love for her never faded away, like the comfort of his arms around her never faded away.
December 12th Denver, Colorado
Mulder rubbed his eyes he was exhausted. He had been searching for nearly a week to find William. He tried five different times to contact Cleo but it was unsuccessful. He hadn't slept more than a few hours the whole week and had to dodge the police at every other turn. Presently he was sitting in a dinner just out of town. He only had a few dollars left and was chugging his coffee like it was water.
The waitress was wiping a table next to him and said cheerfully, "You don't look like you've been sleeping well."
He tried to smile "Yeah..."
"Would you like something to eat?"
His stomach growled loudly, "No I'm not hungry."
"You look like you could use a break, don't worry it's on me."
"No I couldn't ask you to do that."
"You didn't ask. Besides if you don't eat it, it will just sit there torturing you." She said as she placed a platter with a sandwich and chips on it on his table.
As he ate it she asked as she spotted the ring on the table, "So who's the ring for?"
He looked at her and she said "Well you just been staring at it for an hour. You got someone special you're giving it to."
He smiled, "Hopefully."
December 13th
"Hey Scully what are you doing?" Monica asked as she noticed Scully in the toys department.
She smiled, "You can't imagine how many times I've found myself here. I find myself imagining William with each one of the toys." She looked at her sadly, "Some parents wish they could buy their kids all these, I only wish I could see him."
Monica put a comforting arm around her, "He's going to be okay Scully, we'll find him. John's already got a lead on where they may be holding him. He even convinced some guys in his department to get the FBI to do an official search for him."
Scully was nearly crying now; she found herself this way a lot. After a few minutes Monica was able to cheer her up when they continued to shop. But Scully just kept feeling guilty for using so much of Monica and John's money. She hadn't been able to work since she was in Canada.
The surprising thing was that she herself didn't have to worry about the charges against her. For some strange reason they had been dropped. This was another thing John was looking into; you wouldn't expect the FBI to drop such a case in such a hurry. Of course the charges against Mulder still stood but they stopped the search for him and claimed he was dead, against all the contradictory evidence.
After about an hour of Christmas shopping they met up with Scully's Mom, her brother and her nephew. "Aunt Dana!" said her nephew as he came running to her and hugged her.
Mrs. Scully was overjoyed as she noticed Scully smile for the first time in a long time, "Dana I think that's the first time you have smiled since Thanksgiving."
7:01am December 14th (Somewhere near Denver)
Mulder laughed when he found himself starring into the window of a toy shop just like a little boy. But instead of wishing Santa would bring him all these toys he wished that he could give them to William.
"Having fun?" said a familiar voice.
Mulder turned to see who had spoken but he could not believe his eyes, "But you are dead!"
"As you can see I am not. That explosion was only to make you think I had." said the Well-Manicured-Man.
Mulder looked at him confused, "Why do all these dead people keep coming back to life!? And why the hell are you here?!"
He looked around cautiously, "There's no time, come with me. You look like you could use some cleaning up."
He was right Mulder didn't want to even think how long it had been since he had a relaxing shower. His hands were nearly frozen for it had been snowing all morning and it was still dark. He also hadn't eaten since the other day, and sleep was nearly impossible. He was also sick of people shoving him around saying, "Move out of my way you bum." Mulder had laughed, "Thanks for showing your Christmas spirit!"
The WMM talked to him as they quickly walked through an alley and around a dark corner, "I expect that you are still looking for William. Well I happen to have some inside information on that. Also I have recently contacted Cleo; I am her contact, as she calls me."
Mulder didn't say anything so he continued, "I'm sorry to say that I have little information to give her. For my information was coming from a contact of mine in the Syndicate, he was killed just last week when they found out about it—"
"Then how do you know where William is? Why do you even care anyway?"
"You don't think highly of me do you? Well I guess you could just call it a lot of Christmas spirit."
"What do you mean?"
"Well Mr. Mulder almost two years ago I "kidnapped," as they so cruelly call it, your son in order to protect him from the Syndicate," he said as they entered an old building through the back door, "Up until a few weeks ago I, and my family, have been taking care of him in my home outside of London."
"But why?"
"Well Mr. Mulder because of what your son is."
"What do you mean 'because of what my son is?!'"
The Next Day
For the first time in over a week Mulder got a hot shower, a square meal, and a full nights sleep. When he woke up in the hotel room that the Well- Manicured-Man had paid for he packed up what he had, which was only one other set of clothes and about fifty dollars, and the gun he had taken from the Cigarette-Smoking-Man. He left the hotel and went out into the snowy street.
He now had a new determination to find William. He remembered what the WMM had said last night, "Your son soon will be wanted by everyone Mulder, because he holds the same cure for the alien virus that I gave you that night seven years ago. He has the same cure in his blood that you yourself saved Scully with."
"But how did he get it?" he had asked him.
"He is your son Mulder; you passed it on to him. When that terrible disease took over your mind and nearly killed you although you were more alive than you ever were you had the cure. You had alien DNA inside you this was passed on and even perfected in your son."
"Perfected?"
"Yes Mulder, you may have been introduced to this resistance, but William was born with it in his blood. He is a true alien-human hybrid; he is the end result of over 50 years of scientific research and work against the coming invasion of the alien species."
This is what had given Mulder the determination to rescue William, even when it looked so doubtful that he would ever be able to protect him once he did. He had to do this; he had to do this for Scully. The hardest thing would be not finding him; but getting him from the Syndicate.
12:28 pm December 17th London International Airport
"If my information is correct they'll be taking him back to London on December 17th on flight 117B. The airplane is expected to arrive at gate D37 about 10:30am. They'll have a couple bring him as there son and they'll be accompanied by one of the Syndicate members."
Mulder had been waiting at that gate for nearly three hours before it finally arrived, partly because it was late due to a snow storm. Mulder was lucky that he had taken a flight and gotten there the day before because almost a hundred flights were delayed and a bunch were canceled that morning.
It seemed to take forever for the people to get off the plane and pile out. Mulder could feel butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't help but give his hopes up that he had received the right information. But he had no clue of how he would get him if he did figure out which little boy he was.
But he was his father after all, and there weren't too many three year old boys to have to determine him from. The last group to come off the plane were a young couple with a small boy about William's age, and his eyes looked quite familiar to him but they were not accompanied by anyone else.
For a while Mulder didn't know what to do, but he ended up following them. The little boy didn't seem to like the couple very much; he kept crying and asking for "Grandpa, Grandpa." "This is very hopeful; perhaps this was his name for that man." he thought.
The couple also seemed very nervous; they almost spotted him a dozen times as he followed them into the parking building. He nearly lost them when he had they got on the elevator and went to the top floor; he had to run quickly up the stairs. Finally his heart racing, partly from exhaustion and partly from anxiousness, he made it all the way up the stairs and saw them walk towards a large car with shaded windows.
The top floor was surprisingly empty except for the one car which made Mulder think that these were the people he was looking for. The dead give away was when the Cigarette-Smoking-Man stepped out of the car and greeted them.
"How many clones of the damn guy do they have!" he whispered angrily to himself as he dodged behind a wall.
Mulder watched them carefully; the boy, who he now knew for sure was William, had a picture in his hands. The CSM took it from him angrily as he cried. Mulder couldn't tell who was in the picture but the Cancer Man didn't seem to like the fact that he still had it.
"I thought I told you guys to get rid of this picture! You want him to know who she is or what?!" he said loudly.
William began to cry as if he had taken away his teddy bear. He grabbed at the picture but the CSM held it high out of his reach. Mulder wanted to shoot him right then for making him cry like that. The CSM pushed William into the car and without another thought shot the young couple where they stood. William only cried even louder.
Mulder had no clue what to do so in a fit of panic he raced for the car as the Cancer Man got into the driver's seat. Mulder made sure to climb in quickly and quietly and by some miracle he didn't notice. But the whole plan went out of control when William started talking to Mulder.
In one swift motion the Cancer Man turned and pointed his gun at him. Before he had even aimed straight though Mulder knocked the gun out of his hand it went off. The bullet shattered the back window as William screamed in terror. Mulder grabbed for it, for it was on the floor of the car, and as he did the Cancer Man reached for another one inside his jacket. They each held their gun to each other's head.
8:34pm December 24th Georgetown, Virginia
Scully found herself in a familiar place, her apartment in Georgetown. The floors, as well as the walls, were bare, only the inches of dust filled the rooms. It had an eerie feeling to it like nothing, not even the mice, dared to walk in it. She walked slowly into the kitchen the memories filling her mind.
A tear of sorrow, one of many she had shed recently, caressed her cheek. Her hand went to her head to cover her shaking face. She gasped as she tried to hold back the tears that she hated crying. She frowned with anger and sadness as every memory flashed in her mind.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Monica walked in quietly; Scully didn't even look to see her smiling as she said, "Scully... There's someone here to see you."
Scully's heart leap, who could it be? She saw Monica's wide smile and her imagination went wild. "Could it be Mulder? William? No that's impossible."
As the door creaked open Scully let out a gasp, "Oh my God!"
William ran inside towards her yelling "Mommy!"
Tears of joy ran down her face, "William!" she looked up towards Monica as she held him close, "How is this possible? How does he even know who I am?"
William kept repeating it now but more of a question than a statement, "Mommy, Mommy." He held out the picture that he had somehow gotten back that the Cancer Man had taken. Scully looked at it, although it had been colored over with crayons it was a picture of her. Scully laughed to herself, "An old picture."
She looked up at Monica again "But how did he get here?"
"Just a little Christmas wish come true." Mulder said smiling as he stood in the doorway watching her.
Scully wanted to run straight into his arms and kiss him but she couldn't even move. She thought that she had fallen asleep and was having the most wonderful dream. For a second Mulder almost thought that she wasn't happy to see him when she started to cry.
She stood up slowly, "I never thought I would ever see you again."
He walked up to her and wiped the tears off her face as he touched her cheeks. She smiled and laughed quietly. For the longest time they just stared into each other's eyes. Then Mulder gave her a long sweet kiss. Then William decided to cut in and tugged on Scully's pant legs.
Mulder smiled and picked him up in his arms facing Scully. "We've got a smart little boy here don't we?" Scully smiled she could still hardly believe that this all was true.
8:34 am Christmas Day Mrs. Scully's House
Monica and John, Scully, Mulder and William and all of Scully's family were all sitting in the living room opening Christmas presents joyfully. William had woken up early that morning and had already opened all of his presents and was fast asleep on Grandma's lap. The whole group was laughing at the tie Monica had gotten John, and Scully's brother trying to fit into a hand knit sweater.
"I guess I thought you were a bit more in shape!" Mrs. Scully laughed.
"I guess I should have stayed on that diet shouldn't have I?" he said groaning.
Monica and Scully were laughing there head off about John's tie. Mulder and John both laughed "Women!" Scully's nephew was busy with a remote control car and had put on his new pair of pajamas.
Mulder finally got to his present, "To: Mulder From: Scully" he read out loud, and opened a large box filled with packets of sunflower seeds, and another with a brand new cell phone, and finally the "I want to believe poster" from their office.
"That's the original one." Scully smiled.
"Well of course you mean the second original, remember the fire in the office?"
"Oh you spoil my fun!" she laughed.
"Yeah.......I'm sorry Scully but I only was able to get you one thing."
She smiled "You've already given me my Christmas present." She looked lovingly at William asleep.
"Well this doesn't necessarily have to be a Christmas present; it's sort of a forever thing."
Scully's heart leapt, "Oh my goodness, is this finally it?" she thought.
He handed her a small little box. Mulder could hardly wait for her to open it as he said, "Scully will you marry—"
Scully looked up, "Why did you stop?"
Mulder laughed, "I'm surprised I got that far that's all."
Scully laughed and he continued, "Scully will you marry me?"
He took the ring and slipped it on her finger. In a light whisper just before she kissed him she said "Yes!"
The End
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A Christmas Wish Come True 11:06 pm December 4th
"Ahhhhh!" Mulder screams as he wakes from a horrible nightmare. Cold sweat drips down his face and his breathing is quick and heavy.
He let out a sigh of relief as he realized it had all been a nightmare. He almost laughed at himself when he remembered how he had thought it had really happened. "Thank goodness she didn't really crash."
8:59 am December 5th Denver, Colorado
"Last night on highway 45 there was a terrible three car pile up accident around eleven pm. A reckless driver in a silver Ford Focus spun out of control when the truck in front of it stopped suddenly. The car caused three other cars to spin off the road with it.
"The driver of the silver Ford Focus was sent to a local hospital and has not been identified and is not expected to survive. The three other cars included a minivan with a man and his wife who are in critical condition, and a pick-up truck driver who is to be released this afternoon. The last car—"
"Oh my God John that's Scully!" said Monica.
"That's my car alright." Cleo said solemnly.
"We've got to get to that hospital!" said John.
5:03 pm Denver City Hospital
"Is she going to make it?" Monica asked worriedly, as she held John's hand nervously.
"We weren't sure when she came in, we almost lost her twice. But she's recovering fast now, there seems to be something that willing her strongly." the doctor said hopefully.
"Don't worry about her Monica; she's still got a lot to live for." John said comfortingly.
"I'm not sure she even understands what it is." Cleo said thoughtfully.
Meanwhile Scully was peacefully sleeping:
"You were my constant." Mulder said as he described his feelings of the dreams he had when he had been kidnapped by the Syndicate four years ago. Even when his world had been falling apart Scully had been the thing that didn't change.
Scully smiled dreamily, "And you are mine." A tear slipped down her face, not of sorrow, or of sadness but of content. So too did a tear fall down her cheek as she slept. For she finally knew that that had not changed, those words that she had spoke so long ago were still true.
Mulder had not been the thing that had weakened her to the point of suicide. He had been the one and only thing that had kept her from doing it long before. He never changed, somehow his love for her never faded away, like the comfort of his arms around her never faded away.
December 12th Denver, Colorado
Mulder rubbed his eyes he was exhausted. He had been searching for nearly a week to find William. He tried five different times to contact Cleo but it was unsuccessful. He hadn't slept more than a few hours the whole week and had to dodge the police at every other turn. Presently he was sitting in a dinner just out of town. He only had a few dollars left and was chugging his coffee like it was water.
The waitress was wiping a table next to him and said cheerfully, "You don't look like you've been sleeping well."
He tried to smile "Yeah..."
"Would you like something to eat?"
His stomach growled loudly, "No I'm not hungry."
"You look like you could use a break, don't worry it's on me."
"No I couldn't ask you to do that."
"You didn't ask. Besides if you don't eat it, it will just sit there torturing you." She said as she placed a platter with a sandwich and chips on it on his table.
As he ate it she asked as she spotted the ring on the table, "So who's the ring for?"
He looked at her and she said "Well you just been staring at it for an hour. You got someone special you're giving it to."
He smiled, "Hopefully."
December 13th
"Hey Scully what are you doing?" Monica asked as she noticed Scully in the toys department.
She smiled, "You can't imagine how many times I've found myself here. I find myself imagining William with each one of the toys." She looked at her sadly, "Some parents wish they could buy their kids all these, I only wish I could see him."
Monica put a comforting arm around her, "He's going to be okay Scully, we'll find him. John's already got a lead on where they may be holding him. He even convinced some guys in his department to get the FBI to do an official search for him."
Scully was nearly crying now; she found herself this way a lot. After a few minutes Monica was able to cheer her up when they continued to shop. But Scully just kept feeling guilty for using so much of Monica and John's money. She hadn't been able to work since she was in Canada.
The surprising thing was that she herself didn't have to worry about the charges against her. For some strange reason they had been dropped. This was another thing John was looking into; you wouldn't expect the FBI to drop such a case in such a hurry. Of course the charges against Mulder still stood but they stopped the search for him and claimed he was dead, against all the contradictory evidence.
After about an hour of Christmas shopping they met up with Scully's Mom, her brother and her nephew. "Aunt Dana!" said her nephew as he came running to her and hugged her.
Mrs. Scully was overjoyed as she noticed Scully smile for the first time in a long time, "Dana I think that's the first time you have smiled since Thanksgiving."
7:01am December 14th (Somewhere near Denver)
Mulder laughed when he found himself starring into the window of a toy shop just like a little boy. But instead of wishing Santa would bring him all these toys he wished that he could give them to William.
"Having fun?" said a familiar voice.
Mulder turned to see who had spoken but he could not believe his eyes, "But you are dead!"
"As you can see I am not. That explosion was only to make you think I had." said the Well-Manicured-Man.
Mulder looked at him confused, "Why do all these dead people keep coming back to life!? And why the hell are you here?!"
He looked around cautiously, "There's no time, come with me. You look like you could use some cleaning up."
He was right Mulder didn't want to even think how long it had been since he had a relaxing shower. His hands were nearly frozen for it had been snowing all morning and it was still dark. He also hadn't eaten since the other day, and sleep was nearly impossible. He was also sick of people shoving him around saying, "Move out of my way you bum." Mulder had laughed, "Thanks for showing your Christmas spirit!"
The WMM talked to him as they quickly walked through an alley and around a dark corner, "I expect that you are still looking for William. Well I happen to have some inside information on that. Also I have recently contacted Cleo; I am her contact, as she calls me."
Mulder didn't say anything so he continued, "I'm sorry to say that I have little information to give her. For my information was coming from a contact of mine in the Syndicate, he was killed just last week when they found out about it—"
"Then how do you know where William is? Why do you even care anyway?"
"You don't think highly of me do you? Well I guess you could just call it a lot of Christmas spirit."
"What do you mean?"
"Well Mr. Mulder almost two years ago I "kidnapped," as they so cruelly call it, your son in order to protect him from the Syndicate," he said as they entered an old building through the back door, "Up until a few weeks ago I, and my family, have been taking care of him in my home outside of London."
"But why?"
"Well Mr. Mulder because of what your son is."
"What do you mean 'because of what my son is?!'"
The Next Day
For the first time in over a week Mulder got a hot shower, a square meal, and a full nights sleep. When he woke up in the hotel room that the Well- Manicured-Man had paid for he packed up what he had, which was only one other set of clothes and about fifty dollars, and the gun he had taken from the Cigarette-Smoking-Man. He left the hotel and went out into the snowy street.
He now had a new determination to find William. He remembered what the WMM had said last night, "Your son soon will be wanted by everyone Mulder, because he holds the same cure for the alien virus that I gave you that night seven years ago. He has the same cure in his blood that you yourself saved Scully with."
"But how did he get it?" he had asked him.
"He is your son Mulder; you passed it on to him. When that terrible disease took over your mind and nearly killed you although you were more alive than you ever were you had the cure. You had alien DNA inside you this was passed on and even perfected in your son."
"Perfected?"
"Yes Mulder, you may have been introduced to this resistance, but William was born with it in his blood. He is a true alien-human hybrid; he is the end result of over 50 years of scientific research and work against the coming invasion of the alien species."
This is what had given Mulder the determination to rescue William, even when it looked so doubtful that he would ever be able to protect him once he did. He had to do this; he had to do this for Scully. The hardest thing would be not finding him; but getting him from the Syndicate.
12:28 pm December 17th London International Airport
"If my information is correct they'll be taking him back to London on December 17th on flight 117B. The airplane is expected to arrive at gate D37 about 10:30am. They'll have a couple bring him as there son and they'll be accompanied by one of the Syndicate members."
Mulder had been waiting at that gate for nearly three hours before it finally arrived, partly because it was late due to a snow storm. Mulder was lucky that he had taken a flight and gotten there the day before because almost a hundred flights were delayed and a bunch were canceled that morning.
It seemed to take forever for the people to get off the plane and pile out. Mulder could feel butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't help but give his hopes up that he had received the right information. But he had no clue of how he would get him if he did figure out which little boy he was.
But he was his father after all, and there weren't too many three year old boys to have to determine him from. The last group to come off the plane were a young couple with a small boy about William's age, and his eyes looked quite familiar to him but they were not accompanied by anyone else.
For a while Mulder didn't know what to do, but he ended up following them. The little boy didn't seem to like the couple very much; he kept crying and asking for "Grandpa, Grandpa." "This is very hopeful; perhaps this was his name for that man." he thought.
The couple also seemed very nervous; they almost spotted him a dozen times as he followed them into the parking building. He nearly lost them when he had they got on the elevator and went to the top floor; he had to run quickly up the stairs. Finally his heart racing, partly from exhaustion and partly from anxiousness, he made it all the way up the stairs and saw them walk towards a large car with shaded windows.
The top floor was surprisingly empty except for the one car which made Mulder think that these were the people he was looking for. The dead give away was when the Cigarette-Smoking-Man stepped out of the car and greeted them.
"How many clones of the damn guy do they have!" he whispered angrily to himself as he dodged behind a wall.
Mulder watched them carefully; the boy, who he now knew for sure was William, had a picture in his hands. The CSM took it from him angrily as he cried. Mulder couldn't tell who was in the picture but the Cancer Man didn't seem to like the fact that he still had it.
"I thought I told you guys to get rid of this picture! You want him to know who she is or what?!" he said loudly.
William began to cry as if he had taken away his teddy bear. He grabbed at the picture but the CSM held it high out of his reach. Mulder wanted to shoot him right then for making him cry like that. The CSM pushed William into the car and without another thought shot the young couple where they stood. William only cried even louder.
Mulder had no clue what to do so in a fit of panic he raced for the car as the Cancer Man got into the driver's seat. Mulder made sure to climb in quickly and quietly and by some miracle he didn't notice. But the whole plan went out of control when William started talking to Mulder.
In one swift motion the Cancer Man turned and pointed his gun at him. Before he had even aimed straight though Mulder knocked the gun out of his hand it went off. The bullet shattered the back window as William screamed in terror. Mulder grabbed for it, for it was on the floor of the car, and as he did the Cancer Man reached for another one inside his jacket. They each held their gun to each other's head.
8:34pm December 24th Georgetown, Virginia
Scully found herself in a familiar place, her apartment in Georgetown. The floors, as well as the walls, were bare, only the inches of dust filled the rooms. It had an eerie feeling to it like nothing, not even the mice, dared to walk in it. She walked slowly into the kitchen the memories filling her mind.
A tear of sorrow, one of many she had shed recently, caressed her cheek. Her hand went to her head to cover her shaking face. She gasped as she tried to hold back the tears that she hated crying. She frowned with anger and sadness as every memory flashed in her mind.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Monica walked in quietly; Scully didn't even look to see her smiling as she said, "Scully... There's someone here to see you."
Scully's heart leap, who could it be? She saw Monica's wide smile and her imagination went wild. "Could it be Mulder? William? No that's impossible."
As the door creaked open Scully let out a gasp, "Oh my God!"
William ran inside towards her yelling "Mommy!"
Tears of joy ran down her face, "William!" she looked up towards Monica as she held him close, "How is this possible? How does he even know who I am?"
William kept repeating it now but more of a question than a statement, "Mommy, Mommy." He held out the picture that he had somehow gotten back that the Cancer Man had taken. Scully looked at it, although it had been colored over with crayons it was a picture of her. Scully laughed to herself, "An old picture."
She looked up at Monica again "But how did he get here?"
"Just a little Christmas wish come true." Mulder said smiling as he stood in the doorway watching her.
Scully wanted to run straight into his arms and kiss him but she couldn't even move. She thought that she had fallen asleep and was having the most wonderful dream. For a second Mulder almost thought that she wasn't happy to see him when she started to cry.
She stood up slowly, "I never thought I would ever see you again."
He walked up to her and wiped the tears off her face as he touched her cheeks. She smiled and laughed quietly. For the longest time they just stared into each other's eyes. Then Mulder gave her a long sweet kiss. Then William decided to cut in and tugged on Scully's pant legs.
Mulder smiled and picked him up in his arms facing Scully. "We've got a smart little boy here don't we?" Scully smiled she could still hardly believe that this all was true.
8:34 am Christmas Day Mrs. Scully's House
Monica and John, Scully, Mulder and William and all of Scully's family were all sitting in the living room opening Christmas presents joyfully. William had woken up early that morning and had already opened all of his presents and was fast asleep on Grandma's lap. The whole group was laughing at the tie Monica had gotten John, and Scully's brother trying to fit into a hand knit sweater.
"I guess I thought you were a bit more in shape!" Mrs. Scully laughed.
"I guess I should have stayed on that diet shouldn't have I?" he said groaning.
Monica and Scully were laughing there head off about John's tie. Mulder and John both laughed "Women!" Scully's nephew was busy with a remote control car and had put on his new pair of pajamas.
Mulder finally got to his present, "To: Mulder From: Scully" he read out loud, and opened a large box filled with packets of sunflower seeds, and another with a brand new cell phone, and finally the "I want to believe poster" from their office.
"That's the original one." Scully smiled.
"Well of course you mean the second original, remember the fire in the office?"
"Oh you spoil my fun!" she laughed.
"Yeah.......I'm sorry Scully but I only was able to get you one thing."
She smiled "You've already given me my Christmas present." She looked lovingly at William asleep.
"Well this doesn't necessarily have to be a Christmas present; it's sort of a forever thing."
Scully's heart leapt, "Oh my goodness, is this finally it?" she thought.
He handed her a small little box. Mulder could hardly wait for her to open it as he said, "Scully will you marry—"
Scully looked up, "Why did you stop?"
Mulder laughed, "I'm surprised I got that far that's all."
Scully laughed and he continued, "Scully will you marry me?"
He took the ring and slipped it on her finger. In a light whisper just before she kissed him she said "Yes!"
The End
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