To Save the World:

Part Two

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"Ok, so what else is there to--" Mulder starts but when Frohike and Diane come running into the room he stops dead in his sentence looking at their flushed faces worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"The…alarms…went off…" Diane says.

Frohike finishes for her, "Somebody's coming."

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One hour later:

Everybody's been alert at this point, we've been watching the computers attentively, since all of the cameras--outside the house and in--are also hooked up to the computers down here in the bunker. So far we've seen no face, just men dressed in stealth like black outfits and masks. Gibson's been reading their minds but these guys don't seem to think much.

Mulder was a bit on edge when Frohike and Diane first came down, the main reason? His precious X-files (did you expect any less?) were in the house still. I had to calm him down by reminding him of the copies we made, and upon his request hid down here.

"Oh yea," he sighed, "I forgot."

I just rolled my eyes at him and went back to watching the screen. I understand where he's coming at, the X-files are very important to us right now, more important that somebody found us. Who or how is unknown to us, but the why is obviously clear.

They want to stop our work. That's clear by just watching the footage in front of me, they're tearing up the whole house, everything from the offices of Mulder, Skinner, Dogett, and the LG, to going through all of our computers. Although we made sure nothing was traceable, just in case something like this happened. Nevertheless, this isn't good. Not at all.

I think we're all in a state of shock--some more than others--over what's actually going on here. This was supposed to be the safest place for us, nobody should've found us. Nobody. Clearly, somebody found us.

One of the men dressed in black walks up to the camera in the main living room. He takes off his mask and half of the people in the room gasp, the other half stare blankly, not knowing who this person is.

"Kersh!" Skinner exclaims, "that rat bastard--"

Kersh's chuckles stops Skinner's rampage, he looks straight into the screen and says deadpan, "Hello all, nice place you got here. I bet your wondering how we found you, tisk tisk tisk. You should know by now to trust no one. I may have helped you escape, Agent Mulder, but my intentions were different than you thought. It's all part of the plan." He places the mask back over his face, "Until next time."

He turns from the camera and laughs like the bad guy from a b-rated horror flick. The kind where the cheesy background music plays when something bad is about to happen. Is he being serious with this?

"Who's that?" Alan calls from behind me.

"Assistant Director Kersh, FBI. Our former boss, a real ass if you ask me, or anybody else who worked with him for that matter. I can't believe we trusted him, how stupid were we to think he'd have such a sudden change of heart? He's not the type to have epiphany's. Not in the slightest."

"What do we do about this?" Diane asks, still shaken up from all that's going on. "They're destroying the house."

"We can't 'do' anything. We can't risk them finding our hiding place. That's assuming they don't already know that we're down here." I look over at Gibson, "What can you tell us?"

"They don't know about the bunker. But they know where watching from somewhere. They're not staying though, but I think that they'll come back." He looks at John, "Your uncle got any more underground bunkers?"

"Im not sure, I wouldn't doubt I though. Do you really think we need to find a new place to go? Are we in that much danger?"

"Next time they'll bring more. We can't stay, we can't risk them finding us."

"I think you should call your uncle." Monica says her hand gripping his arm, "Now."

He nods his head and takes out his cell phone. While he's talking I turn back to the screen and once again watch Kersh walk through our once beautiful house. I hear Will's slurred speech and I get up from my chair and walk back of the room where he was asleep. He's sitting up on the bed and looking in front of him at all the adults.

"Momma." He chirps when he sees me walking up to him.

"What is it Will?" I sigh as I pick him up off the bed, he squirms for a moment before getting into a comfortable spot. He puts one of his hands on my face and smiles slightly.

"Momma seepy?"

"Yes Will, momma's sleepy."

"Seep wit Will?"

"No honey, momma's gotta stay awake. You go back to sleep though ok?"

"Ok momma." He says and lays his head down on my shoulder, I sit on the bed and rock him for awhile before I can hear his light snoring once more. I run my fingers through his bright red hair and lay him down on the bed, covering him up with the alien blanket Becky brought us a few months back. He grips on to the blanket for security and sighs in his sleep. Mulder comes up behind me and places his hand on my shoulder, I turn around to face him and he smiles wearily at me.

"John's uncle says that he doesn't have anywhere else for us to go, but he knows somebody who does. Now, its not as nice as this place mind you, but there's somewhere for your office to go so you can continue your work. Same for everybody else who needs an office, and even those who don't. I think they said it has 50 rooms, all underground like this one. The walls aren't steal though, they're cement like the floors. Ken's going to bring moving trucks here so we can load all of our things up. We need to go back, Tru said she'll watch Will while we do."

I look back at my son whose sleeping peacefully on the bed, "Mulder. What have we gotten ourselves into?"

"More than we ever imagined Scully, more than we ever imagined."

5 hours later:

Damn-it I hate packing, I haven't stopped in five hours, haven't taken a break, nothing. Which really can't be good for the baby, but this needs to get done as soon as possible. Monica and Diane finished their packing a while ago and since then have helped me with packing up the lab. Were almost done, I'd say close to half an hour away. Im not exactly sure when the moving trucks are going to come, seeing as its 4 in the morning. Gibson's assured us more times than I can count that they're really gone, and aren't coming back for a while, they want us to think we're safe, that they're not coming back. Were just a bit smarter than them. But when the trucks come they're taking us to Ken's friends house. The bunker there is much smaller than this one, but we didn't need this much space anyway.

It seems paranoia is a common factor among the people in this town.

Some of the people who have been staying with us are going back where they came from. Many of them in fact, I guess all of this is just a bit to much for them. Johns uncle--Ken--is going to let them stay with him for a few days before they go back home, just in case. Lets see the people who are leaving is Becky's sisters--Amanda and Ashley--, Hannah's sister and family--Nicole, Mac, David, and Charity, then two of Alan's sisters--Faith and Melody. The one's staying are Ryan, Vikki, Tru, Nathan, and Diane. Then of course the people who were here before. Lets see, that's minus 8 people, one of them pregnant. Now we have like 18 people. It'll be a bit easier to keep up with everybody this way.

"Dana?" I hear Monica's voice call from behind me. I turn around to see an empty room.

"Were already done packing?"

"Yeah, the guys just came in not 5 minutes ago and took the rest of the stuff into the meeting room. Where were you?"

"Oh, I was just thinking. Do you know when exactly we're leaving?"

"Um, I think John said his uncle was coming at 5. We've got just a bit over an hour."

I take one last room around the empty room, "Well lets go then." I say as I walk out of the lab and towards the meeting room. Upon entering I see that Will's awake and his father is playing with him. I take a moment just to look at father and son. They look so cute together. They're doing something I can remember Ahab and I doing. He's got a hold of Will's hands and is swinging him around in circles. Will giggling the whole time.

Mulder stops when he sees me walk in and brings Will into his arms, "Look Will, mommy's back."

"Momma." Will squeals. "Daddy, me, play."

"I see that. Looks like fun."

"Fun!"

Mom looks at me with a smile, "He's got a very good vocabulary dear, your teaching him well."

"Well with all these people around I don't think there's ever a time he doesn't hear somebody talking. Its no surprise he's picking it up so quickly. He's got a lot of good teachers."

Mulder puts Will down onto the ground and he toddles to me, arms outstretched. When he reaches me I pick him up into my arms, he lays his head onto my shoulder and closes his eyes. I sway right to left while rubbing his back and soon he's lulled to sleep.

I look over at Mulder, "When did he wake up?" I say as I lay Will down onto one of the couches. He stirs a bit to get comfortable but doesn't wake.

"Uh, around 20 minutes ago."

I nod my head and walk over to him and lean my back against his chest. He puts his arms around my shoulder's and I lay my head onto his shoulder. He brings one of his hands down to my stomach and rubs it lightly, "Hey little one." He whispers down to my just slightly puffed stomach. "Daddy's here."

I smile at him and sigh slightly, a happy sigh though. "Mulder, do you ever wish that all this was different? That we'd met under different circumstances and had a well…normal life? You know, white picked fence, large backyard and a golden retriever?"

"No…why? Do you?"

"Sometimes…but then again, I don't think I would change the life I have now for anything, picked fence or no. I wouldn't know what I do now, I'd like to think this was the way it was meant to be."

"Fate?"

"Yeah, I guess. Fate."

"Guys, time to go." John calls hanging up his cell phone, "they're outside now, waiting for us."

After a sharp intake of air I pull out of Mulder's embrace and pick Will up off of the couch, after saying goodbye to those who aren't coming with us I take go outside and take him into one of the rental trucks Ken brought, he wakes up and looks at me with sleepy eyes.

"Momma, what doing?" He says sleepily.

"Moving honey, go back to sleep."

"Night momma." He says as he closes his eyes and leans his head against my shoulder, gripping tightly to my shirt. I hum lightly and he's soon sleeping. Becky--who's driving the truck--looks over at us and smiles. About 30 minutes later Mulder climbs into the truck with us.

"Let's go." He says to Becky who turns the key in the ignition and takes off. Mulder puts one of his arms around my shoulder runs his free hand through Will's hair.

From then on the ride was silent.

2 hours later:

We just pulled up into Ken's friends' (Chris) house. John said it's they're summer home, its got 6 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, so it's not as big as the other one, but there's still somewhere people to sleep above ground. There's a formal living room and a den, a huge kitchen and dining room, but that's it. No library's, no studies. So in case somebody finds us this time all of our things will be underground.

Mulder, Will, and I are going to take the master bedroom in the house. Monica and John, Hannah and Alan, Mom and Skinner, Gibson and Nathan, and Tru, will have the other's upstairs. That means Diane, Ryan and Vikki, and each of the LG will have their rooms underground…they don't really seem to mind though. It's a bit safer underground.

The good thing about this house though, it's got an in ground pool. It's still a bit chilly to swim but later on it'll be wonderful, especially in the Texas weather.

I've already taken claim on my office underground, it's a very big room. I picked it because it's got everything I need in it. Lots of cabinet space, a sink, lots of counters, and a place I can put a freezer, which we brought with us.

Right now were unpacking our things in the bedroom. We had to leave a lot of things behind, but we got the things we needed the most, clothes, pictures, keepsakes. It shouldn't take too long to get everything done.

"Scully, what's this?" He says holding up the penny intertwined with the dime I found in my desk a while ago.

"I don't know. I found it after we went to Nevada to meet with that 'informant' who never showed up. Strange isn't it?"

"Same time I found my waterbed."

"Wait, you 'found' your waterbed? I thought you bought it."

"No, I came back from that trip and there it was. Weird huh?"

"Hmm. Why couldn't I have found a waterbed. That doesn't seem fair."

He laughs and puts the…whatever it is…into the nightstand by the bed. "Maybe it's an X-file."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

1 week later:

Everything seems back to its norm now, the events of last week have faded off into the distance and the hustle and bustle of trying to figure out how to stop the invasion is once again the task at hand. My new office isn't as nice as the last one was, but its does the job. Mulder's office is right next to mine and there is a connecting door between them. So, I've been going into his office when im frustrated with working and it almost seems like old times. Becky found him one of his 'I want to believe' posters and there are files everywhere. He hasn't changed with the way he keeps his office, it's still a mess. But that's the way he likes it and why should I try and change it?

Im in his office right now, work wasn't going anywhere so I figured I needed a break. He's sitting at his computer reading something and doesn't hear me come in. I could work with this.

I walk up to him as quietly as I possibly can and lean into him. I nibble on his ear just a bit, which I've come to find out is one of his biggest weaknesses. He turns his chair around so that its facing me.

"Oh its you." He jokes. "Could you leave? Im expecting somebody."

I chuckle silently and sit on his lap, my arms around his neck, and once again I nibble on his ear. He groans slightly and I smile, "Still want me to leave?"

"Not a chance."

Needless to say I didn't get back to work for a while.

The next day:

Mom's been on me to e-mail Bill and Charlie and tell them about the move, but I've been holding off seeing as we weren't exactly sure what was safe yet. But it's been over a week now and I think it'll be safe enough, but we can't use our old aliases seeing as our computers were most likely searched when they broke into the house. So I'll just have to think up something and send it to Bill's regular e-mail. So I use the first thing that comes to mind…my new e-mail address is starbuck@hotmail.com, it was the only thing I could think of that would let him know it was me. I sent a short e-mail, all it said was, 'Bill, have moved. Will send details.' Didn't sign it or tell our new address. That's too risky, so were going to have a friend of the LG give them the information.

So now I guess its just a matter of waiting until we get an e-mail back from him. Or through the LG's liaison. Call me impatient but I hate waiting with a passion. When I was pregnant with William it was almost more than I could bear. The only thing that really got me through it was mom, and then Mulder when he came back. It's a bit easier on me this pregnancy because of all of the trauma going on being pregnant is really the last thing I get to focus on.

However right now im getting Will ready for bed, its just a bit after 8 and im trying to get him into having a regular bedtime. Which he's fighting with all his might. He's a brave little boy though, doesn't even want a nightlight. Maybe it's because he knows that in a few hours his father and I will be sleeping in the bed next to him or maybe its because he's just not afraid, but still at just a little bit over 1 most children want some sort of comforting notion.

"Read story." He says from under his bright red comforter.

"Which story?"

He thinks for a moment, searching his small but powerful brain for a story, "Geen eggs and ham." He finally spits out.

I start reading the story to him and towards the end I look over the rim of the book to see him silently sleeping. I put the book down with a smile and bring the cover up underneath his chin. He stirs a bit but doesn't wake. I plant a small kiss on his forehead and turn off the lamp next to his 'big-boy' bed. Sighing happily I walk out of the room and close the door gently.

I walk into the living room and sit own next to Mulder on the couch, "What'cha watching?"

"Contact."

"Ah. Good movie. I like Jodi Foster, she's a good actress. And I always though Matthew McConaughey was cute."

"Wait, you've seen Contact? Never would've guessed. You don't seem like the Sci-Fi type, I'd peg you as an action or horror flick girl."

"Hmm. Well, I tend to like all types of movies, but the only kind I really don't care for is romance. It's not that I don't like them, per se, its just that they're all the same. Guy meets girl--or the other way around--guy looses girl, guy finds girl, they make up. Never changes. It got to the point where after 20 minutes of watching the movie I'd already be able to figure out how it would end. And rarely was I wrong."

"You think Matthew McConaughey is cute? Cuter than me?" He says with a pout.

"Never. Nobody could be cuter than you Mulder."

"Ok, just making sure." He smiles and we finish watching the movie. "I wonder why they don't show what the aliens actually look like. I mean all they do is show Ellie's father."

"Maybe they weren't creative enough to create one. Not everybody's had the privilege to see one Mulder. Not even I have. With exception of the Super Soldiers who--by the way--if you haven't noticed take on human form…like the movie."

He smiles, "I know Scully. I was just thinking."

"Ah, well you know not to do that. It'll only get you into trouble."

Mom walks into the living room ending our conversation, "Dana sweetie, did you e-mail your brother?"

"Yes mother, I did. Didn't I tell you?"

"No you didn't. Maybe you just forgot. Anywho, what are you two up to?"

"Just watching a movie Mrs. Scully."

"Now Fox, I'll have no more of that. As far as im concerned you and Dana are already married and you're my son-in-law. It'll be Margaret or mom from now on, I'd prefer mom over Margaret, but which ever your more comfortable with is fine with me."

"Fine, mom it is."

Mom smiles, "good choice Fox, what movie are you watching?"

"It's already over mom, but Mulder and I were watching 'Contact'."

"Oh, I've seen that. Good movie. Have either of you seen Walter? I can't find him anywhere."

"Try with the Lone Gunmen. I think everybody's down in the bunker anyway."

"Oh, ok."

As mom goes off to find Skinner Mulder turns to me, "Your mom thinks of me as her son?"

"Mulder, I think since she met you she's thought of you as a son. She told me forever that we should be a couple. I heard the same thing every time I went and saw her."

"How come you never took her advice?"

"I don't know Mulder, maybe because I was in denial over my feelings for you. Maybe I was on some subconscious level protecting myself in case you didn't feel the same way."

"You can't tell me that you had no idea about my feelings for you? I thought I made them apparent. Hell, I even told you I loved you."

"Mulder, you had just been pulled out of the ocean. You were drugged beyond your mind. At that point you had told me that I saved the world by turning the Queen Ann around. And that the smoking man and Jeffery Spender were Nazi's. I didn't take a single word you said seriously."

"I meant what I said Scully, it wasn't drugs."

"I know that now, but then it was a different story."

"And what about that almost kiss in my hallway. After that how could you have thought it was just the drugs."

"Well, Mulder, we never talked about it after it happened. Maybe if we had it would've been different. Don't get me wrong, im not blaming you. It's just as much my fault as it is yours. I could've told you at anytime how I felt, but chose not to. Who knows though, things might've worked out differently if we'd told each other how we felt. We might never have had William, or this little one on the way."

"Your right Scully. I think everything worked out the way it was suppose to. And I for one and happy with the results."

Right about then the baby kicks, for the first time no less. I smile widely and grab Mulder's hand to place it on my stomach. He looks at me confused as I do this and I only smile more. I place his hand on my belly and on cue the baby kicks again. Mulder too smiles widely at the movement. "I was so upset when I was pregnant with Will and you missed it. The first time he kicked I just cried and cried because you weren't there to share it with. Im glad you get to be here for this one. This is the first time its kicked."

"Im sorry I wasn't there for William Scully--"

"Why are you sorry? It wasn't your fault. You were trying to protect me. I should have realized that they were after you sooner than I did. Maybe if I had--"

"No. If I can't blame myself I sure as hell won't let you. This was nobody's fault, or rather no humans fault. They used my weakness against me."

"Your weakness?"

"You Scully. They knew that I would put my life on the line for you and that if there was any sort of danger threatening you I would make sure that you were safe. They knew that without you I wouldn't be as strong. They took that and ran with it."

The baby kicks again--hard--causing me to wince. "Wow Mulder. I think that's one of the nicest things you've ever said to me."

"What is?"

"That your stronger because of me. And that my being in danger is your weakness. Now if you had told me that all those years ago I wouldn't have been such a bitch when you took off without me."

He laughs at this, "I never thought you were a bitch Scully. Pissed off maybe, but never bitchy. I knew that leaving without telling you would make you mad beyond reason, but I paid no attention to that damn voice in the back of my head that told me to tell you that I was leaving, and where I was going to. I told it to shut the hell up, that I was protecting you."

"Hmm. Hearing voices were you? No wonder you were sent to the psyc. ward so many times."

"Not funny Scully. Did you notice that every time we were open with each other one of us was in some kind of hospital. Like when you showed up after your kidnapping, or when they put me in the psyc. ward after that bug man thing."

"Oh yes. Folie a deux. Did you know that that doesn't really mean madness shared by two? It's actually translated madness has two. Folie meaning madness, a meaning has, and deux meaning two. Madness has two."

"And where did you learn that?"

"I looked it up. It's true though you know. I guess some people would call what we had down in the basement a madness."

"Yea, but it grew from two to…a lot more than two." He smiles, his hand still resting on my stomach, although the baby is calm for now. "But, I'd say that were the worst."

"What about the LG? They're pretty crazy."

"Yea, they are aren't they? But they…like everybody else…were thrown into our cause."

"They had an idea about it before though. They're more paranoid than you are Mulder. Remember what I said the first time I met them? I still don't trust a lot of what they say. They're ideas can be so outlandish."

"What about our ideas Scully? And I still find it plausible that somebody would find you hot."

"You better find it more than plausible." I scold. "You better believe it yourself."

"Oh, but I do Ms. Scully. I believe it very much."

I sigh, "Mulder, do you think I'll ever be Mrs. Mulder? I mean for real? Like legally. Getting married in a church, with family and friends watching, then a reception with dancing and cake?"

"I hope so Scully. But im still not sure I can ever be Fox Mulder again. After all this is over we might have to all get new names."

"I know, im just so set on Mrs. Mulder."

"You don't have to have a legal document to be Mrs. Mulder you know."

"I don't?" I can already feel the tears stinging my eyes, damn hormones.

"No, you don't. Cause as far as im concerned you already are. I could call you Mrs. Mulder if you'd like."

"I'd like that very much Mr. Mulder."

"Well then Mrs. Mulder, it's a done deal. Now, what do you say we go see the young Mr. Mulder? I think I hear him moving about in the bedroom."

I smile, realizing that I too can hear Will up and about. "Ok then, lets go see what our son is up to."

We get up from our comfortable positions on the couch and walk hand in hand back to the bedroom. Will's sitting on our bed with a book in his hands, the lamp next to the bed turned on. When we enter the room he looks up at us and smiles.

"Momma…daddy!"

"Hey Will." Mulder says getting on the bed next to him, "What'cha got there buddy?"

"Book."

"Which one?"

"Dunno." He hands Mulder the book, "Here Daddy, read."

Mulder opens the book with a smile and I sit on the other side of Will so that he's sandwiched in between his parents. I hang my arm around his shoulder and draw him into a hug. The baby once again kicks and I take Will's hand.

"Wanna feel your little brother or sister kicking?"

He nods his head and I place his small fragile hand onto my stomach, the baby kicks hard and Will draws his hand back in wonder.

"Do gain!" He giggles.

"I can't make the baby kick honey, it just does at times."

"Baby hurt mommy?"

"No, honey. It doesn't hurt mommy."

"Will kick?"

"Yes, Will, you kicked. You kicked a lot. All baby's do."

"Daddy read book?"

Mulder smiles, "Yes, daddy's going to read the book now. You ready?"

"Uh-huh."

Mulder opens the book up and starts to read, the story that Will had was 1 fish, 2 fish, red fish, blue fish. After reading the story William squirmed under the covers of our bed until he got comfortable then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Guess he's sleeping with us tonight." Mulder quipped.

I glanced at the alarm/radio clock next to the bed and saw that it was just a bit after 11, "We should go to bed too Mulder, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Well have to wake up around 7. It'll be like old times, waking up to get to the office."

"Oh goodie."

"Oh, Mulder, don't be so pessimistic."

"You think im a pessimist?"

"No, I think your acting like one. Now go to bed."

"Yes mother."

"I prefer Mrs. Mulder."

"A little demanding are we? You know, that's a turn on."

"Shut-up Mulder."

He throws his hands up in mock surrender, "Sure. Fine. Whatever."

END PART TWO

a/n: Sorry for the wait, computer problems. Im still working on the next chapter of Return to Me, it'll probably be out within the next two days. But I got school tomorrow so who knows. Im still not sure where this story is going, and since I was confusing myself and everybody else with so many people I decided to cut a few of them. I'll probably bring Bill and his family down though, but I still don't know for sure. Please review, tell me if I got something wrong, I'll fix it.