Title: Remember When?: John and Jane Doe

Author: Jen Zoromski

All other information is in the first chapter.

Author's Note: Thanks for the feedback. I'm going to be gone for two weeks so I'll see ya in two weeks back on here and you'll get a few more chapters…yay!…lol. Please R&R & enjoy!

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May 23, 2002

Cowboy Inn, Middle of Montana

9:25 p.m.

Mulder and Scully sit side by side on their bed, both lost in their own thoughts.

In Scully's mind she's rehashing the events of the day. The crime scene. Good God, that was one thing that she doesn't ever want to see again. Although as a forensic scientist she has seen nearly everything, what she saw today made her angrier. Angrier at the people who have done this to them and to their lives. The people that have taken everything from them and left them with crumbs from vague clues that eventually led them in nothing, but circles.

The Van De Kamps were people that out of the kindness of their hearts and the longing to have a child took on the duty of caring for Scully and Mulder's nine month old son. A child that should have been safe out in the middle of Montana, but apparently if they could find him then obviously the shadow government or the aliens or whoever the hell was after him could find them as well.

Scully stares at the white wall in front of her, trying to keep the thought out of her mind that she in some way is responsible for the Van de Kamp's death. But then the thoughts of William come to her. Her proclamation this morning of him being safe came out of nowhere and seems as vague as the crumbs that they've been fed for the last nine years. Maybe a mother's intuition or just the yearning and hoping that he's safe. After the decimated bodies of his adopted parents it must have been a yearning from her heart.

Mulder sits next to Scully thinking of all of the things that have lead them to this point in their lives. Nine years of searching for a truth that has left them wondering where the hell their son is and on the run from everyone and everything that they have cared about in the world.

He looks over at Scully. Damn she's staring at the wall. Mulder feels that its his fault. His fault for her abduction, her infertility, for finally getting the child she always wanted and losing him.

"Ring"

At first neither one of them move.

"Ring"

It's the phone. Mulder looks over to the white phone. What the hell? Who could possibly be calling?

"Ring"

"Answer it," Scully whispers.

Mulder picks up the phone and listens. He doesn't say anything.

"Say hello," Scully whispers coaching him.

Mulder shakes his head.

"Give me the damn phone," Scully responds ripping it out of his grasp.

"Who's there?" Scully asks angrily into the phone.

Nothing.

"Hello, I know you're there. I can hear you breathing."

"I know where your son is," a gruff voice says on the other end. It is a disguised voice.

"I need to know! Tell me!"

"He's safe," the voice replies.

"Who are you?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Yes, you can."

A small cry is heard in the background. A woman is heard trying to shush the child.

"I hear my son. Please tell me who you are," Scully pleads desperately.

"I can't. It'll put us all in danger."

"Please. I need to see my son. I need to see that he's all right. Who are you?"

"Someone."

"Tell me. Please. I need to know," Scully starts to yell.

"No you don't Agent Scully," the voice replies, breaking away from the disguised voice.

Scully recognizes his voice immediately, holding back a gasp. Mulder stares at her concerned and grabs the phone away from her.

"Who are you?"

"John Doe."

"But I hear a woman."

"Then we'll call her Jane, Agent Muldah," he replies the New York accent coming through.

Mulder, too, stares at Scully, shocked at who is on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

"I can't tell you that. I'll get in contact with you later," he replies hanging up the phone.

Mulder continues to hold onto the phone, in disbelief.

"William's safe, Scully."

"But how? How did they get to him?"

Mulder shakes his head, confused at it too, but then grins, "Come on, Scully, you've worked with me on the X-files for seven years. There has to be an explanation to it."

"Wow, now you're starting to sound like me."

"But I still refuse to do the autopsies."

"I think you lucked out on that one. If you haven't noticed we're on the run and I'm pretty sure all of the morgues in the country won't let a fugitive perform an autopsy."

"I won't perform one."

"I was talking about me."

"Scully, you're not a fugitive."

"Mulder, I helped you escape from a federal prison. That qualifies for me being a fugitive."

"We are no longer Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, remember?"

"Yeah."

"And I let you get to pick the names this time."

"Thanks, Mulder."

"Remember we are Liam and Kate Mantle."

"How could I forget?"

Mulder puts his arm around her and pulls her into his body. He kisses her forehead and then her lips.

"Mulder, I'm don't want to lose you again."

"You won't, Scully. You're stuck with me now."

Scully smiles, but her grin drops when a huge thud echoes on the door. One solemn knock and then a piece of paper slides under the door.

"What the hell?" Mulder asks, "Mail time?"

"Must be."

Mulder picks up the piece of paper and starts to read, his eyes becoming huge.

"Mulder?" Scully asks seeing the look on his face.

"You ready for a little road trip, Scully?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Is it them?

"I think it is."

TBC

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Well there's more to Scully's story. Please R&R!

Thanks

~Jen