a/n: Ok guys, no more babies, this last one of Scully's is to be the last. I know, there were a lot.

TO SAVE THE WORLD

PART 8

~**~**~**~

1 month later

I woke up at 5 in the morning to a very unpleasant contraction. Why I always go into labor while I'm asleep I'll never know, it could be a conspiracy, although, I'm not quite sure how that would work out. Anywho, back to the pain. I, of course, instantly woke Mulder up. He grumbled for a while before I yelled at him to stop being such an ass, I was in labor. His eyes flew open and the grumbling stopped. For then at least.

So, 7 hours--and many curse words-- later, at 12:04, I gave birth to my second son. Mulder and I had decided on the name a couple of months before, this time instead of naming him after a family member we had Becky get us a baby book and picked from the choices in it. We settled on Caden. Caden Michel Mulder. From what we can tell so far, he has my hair, but it's not as bright a red. It's toned down some, his eyes were the same hazel as his fathers. Most babies have blue eyes at birth, but rarely they're not. I guess this is one of those rare occasions.

Mulder has been apologizing profusely, Caden has his nose. Well, as far as we can tell he does.

Right now it's just a little bit after 3, and Dr. Smalls said that they're bringing Caden back to see me, they took him a while ago to get him cleaned up and make sure everything is alright with him. Since he's coming back I can presume that everything is.

Everybody came to see me about an hour ago, they congratulated me, and Dr. Smalls shooed them out after 10 minutes. Mulder's stayed with me the whole time, but for the most part (not including childbirth) he's been asleep. I can't blame him though, when I reached 8 months they made me stop working and since then Mulder has been taking my work load on. He hasn't gotten much sleep.

There's a knock at the door and Dr. Smalls asks if he can enter. After I tell him yes, he can, he opens the door and he and Tru come in. Tru carrying the three hour young Caden in her arms. She's sort of been Dr. Smalls' nurse. She says that after all of this is over she wants to go to med school. Mom has been sort of home schooling her, Nathan, and Gibson. And when this is over the lone gunmen have said they're going to get them fake high school diploma's. Not to mention probably new names, if Kersh knows that they're with us.

Tru brings Caden to me while Dr. Smalls wakes Mulder up by sort of nudging him with his foot. Mulder snaps up from his position on the side of the bed and looks around confused. When he notices Dr. Smalls smirking he gets a knowing look on his face.

"How long have I been out?" He says rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Since everybody left, about 50 or so minutes ago. We finished with Caden and Dana very adamantly said that the instant we were done with him to bring him back to her. So…we did." Tru explains while placing Caden in my arms. "By the way Dana, I love the name Caden."

"Hey." Mulder blurts, "I had a part in the picking of his name too."

I roll my eyes, "After 2 hours of *discussing* it."

She smirks and her and Dr. Smalls leave the room.

I look down at the sleeping form in my arms and smile, he was my biggest baby yet 6 pounds 4 oz. Missy was premature so she was just a bit shy of 5 pounds, and Will was 6 pounds 2 oz. Not very much of a difference between him and Will, but then again, I had Will a little late. Caden was right on time.

He stirs and opens his eyes, gazing at me awestruck. If he's this captivated whilst seeing in black and white (as baby's do at birth) I can only wonder how amazed he'll be when he starts to see in color.

Uh-oh, he's a crier.

After a little bit of rocking, and a lot of pleading, he finally settles down, much to Mulder's--and my--appreciation. He may be a new born, but he sure did develop his lungs. I imagine he's worse than Missy and Will were together. But then again, Missy and Will weren't much of criers. Neither was John Jr. or Katherine, but Angel sure is. That girl has a very powerful set of lungs, and she's already figured out how to use it to her advantage. And she's only 4 months.

After about an hour of just sitting there in silence watching him sleep Dr. Smalls comes back into the room and tells me that I need my rest, and he should take Caden back to the makeshift newborn ward of our makeshift hospital. Although I'm hesitant to do so, I know he's right, so I give him to Dr. Smalls and lay down. Mulder climbs into the bed with me, draping an arm around my already smaller stomach, and I snuggle up to him, after a few minutes I'm asleep.

1 month later

"Shh…" I plead with Caden, "Hush hush now Caden, it's ok, mommy's here." Hmm, the outcome doesn't seem to be the one I had initially intended upon. Please, don't tell me that I'm going to have to sing, I can't carry a note.

["You know, someone once told me that the best way to regenerate body heat was to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody who's already naked"

"Maybe if it rains sleeping bag's you'll get lucky"]

I smile at the flashback, if he only knew that if we had a sleeping bag with us that night I would have seriously contemplated that theory.

Caden's wails of discomfort bring me back to reality, and I begin to sing quietly, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine, I never understood a single word he said but I helped him drink his wine."

"Now the chorus." Mulder says from the doorway.

I can't help it, I jump slightly. "God Mulder, you scared me."

"That I can see." He sits down on Will's big-boy bed and smiles. "I remember that case. I'm still waiting for it to rain sleeping bags."

I roll my eyes at him, "Mulder, you really don't have to wait for sleeping bags to pour from the heavens anymore. I think that Will, Missy, and Caden prove that. Don't you?"

"Who says it was you I wanted to crawl into the sleeping bag with."

"Who else was there Mulder?"

"Right. Ok, so it was you. But, we've never…you know…in a sleeping bag."

"Mulder. Out."

"What did I do?"

"Out. I'm trying to put Caden to bed."

"Ooh…does that mean when you're done we get to--"

"Out!"

"Alright. Alright." He says while walking out the room. I hear him grumble something along the lines of 'I can't get nothing' but could really care less because Caden is still wailing away.

Ok, so 'Joy to the World' isn't actually helping. Maybe I should think of another song.

I think for a moment before a not so particularly old song pops into my mind, so I take a chance and being to sing it. "So much more than this, there is something else there. When all that you had has all gone. More than this, I stand, feeling so connected. And I'm more than, right next to you."

He starts to quite down a bit but hasn't fully yet. So, I continue to sing.

"I woke up and the world outside was dark, all so quiet before the dawn, opened up the door and walked outside, the ground was cold." Quieter still, but not fully. "I walked until I couldn't walk anymore, to a place I'd never been, there was something stirring in the air. In front of me. I could see." He hiccupped a bit, but still didn't stop crying. I sang the chorus again, and he still didn't stop crying. "It started when I saw the ship go down, saw them struggle in the sea, suddenly the picture disappeared, in front of me." Boy, he's really fighting sleep tonight isn't he? "Now we're busy making all our busy plans, on foundations built to last, but, nothing fades as fast as the future, and nothing clings like the past. Until I can see" He's finally stopped crying, but hasn't fallen asleep. I continue to sing, "More than this, more than this, so much more than this, there is something out there, more than this, it's coming through. More than this, I stand, alone and so connected, and I'm more than, right next to you. Oh, and it's alright. When with every day, another bit falls away. Oh, and it's still alright, alright, alright. Like words together, we can make some sense." His eyes start to drop a bit, but he flings them back open. "Much more than this, way beyond imagination. Much more than this, beyond the stars. With my head so full, so full of fractured pictures, and I'm more than, right next to you. So much more than this, there is something else there. When all that you had has all gone. And more than this, I'm alone, feeling so connected, and I'm more than, right next to you." He's finally fallen asleep, and I place him gently into his crib. I stay with him for a few minutes to make sure he's actually asleep. When I'm content that he is I go into Mulder's and my room and slip under the covers.

"Now, what were you saying about getting none?"

I'd say it was a good night.

3 months later

Ok. So, worried Dana has once again reared her anxious face. We've set three trucks off, all full of both antidotes, and all heading in three different directions. One to Charlie in Florida, one to Bill in California, and one to Jimmy's cousin Daniel in Colorado.

So, once again, I'm getting my exercise by pacing profusely. I've been told to stop worrying and sit down by almost everybody in the house. Only Mulder and mom haven't told me to take a break from wearing a whole in the ground, mom because she knows this is what I do when I'm nervous, and Mulder because he's learned to live with it by now. Everybody else is getting pissed because--and this is new to me--people pacing makes other people nervous. Who would've thunk it?

We should be hearing from Bill anytime now, and Dan and Charlie about the same time, considering traffic. Which, is probably going to be horrible. All I know is, if we don't hear from them by the night I probably won't sleep much.

Ok, no more thinking, just focus on pacing. Pacing is good, it takes my mind off of worrying. Left foot, right foot, left, right. Ok, turn. Left, right, left, right, left, right, now turn again.

Oh great. Caden is crying again. Ok, something to do other than pacing.

Never mind then, mom said she can take care of him. Back to pacing, left, right, left, turn. Right, left, right, left, right. Turn.

"Stop saying right and left." Gibson says.

"I'm not." I think for a second, "Oh. Sorry about that Gib, I'm just a bit nervous."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed that." Hannah says, "Come on Dana, how many times have we gone through this before?"

"Yeah Dana, chill, it's always been ok in the past."

"Thanks for reminding me Nathan, but I know. That's exactly why I'm so nervous. You'd think we would have run into trouble by now wouldn't you? I mean, if we were important enough for Kersh to come after us, wouldn't you think he'd still be on our trail? I for one would." I pause, "I'm just a bit apprehensive."

"What's new?"

I roll my eyes, "I know you guys don't like that I pace, but if I didn't I would be going crazy with worry."

"And that's not what you're doing?"

"No. I'm pacing." Right, left, right, turn. Left, right, left, right, turn.

"Dana." Gibson urges. "Stop."

"Sorry." I walk into the nursery/kid's room and tell mom that they're getting a little more perturbed then normal, I'll take care of Caden. She nods understandingly and leaves the room. Caden looks up at me with tears clouding his bright hazel eyes. He just fell asleep, what's he doing awake?

"What is it little man?"

He sniffles and tries to rub the tears out of his eyes. Then he continues to cry.

"You want me to sing don't you? You tone deaf honey?" I smile, "Ok." I begin to sing what I've learned to be the best song to get him to fall asleep, "I woke up and the world outside was dark, all so quite before the dawn, opened up the door and walked outside. The ground was cold. I walked until I couldn't walk anymore, to a place I've never been. There was something stirring in the air, in front of me. I could see." By the time I was finished with the chorus he had fallen back to sleep. I placed him back in his crib and sat in the rocking chair and watched him sleep while I rocked back in forth. This was much better than pacing.

I must have been in there for awhile, and fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I'm waking up to Will tugging on my shirt. I looked down at him confused. "What is it hon?"

"Phone call."

"From who?"

"Uncle Bill."

I nod, "Alright, I'm coming." I follow him into the living room and Alan hands me the phone.

"We thought you'd like to hear it for yourself."

"Ok." I take the phone from him, "Hey Bill. It came alright?"

"Yeah. Got here 15 minutes ago."

"And you checked everything?"

"Of course. It's all there, all intact. You know little sister, you shouldn't fret so much."

"Well, somebody's got to. Why not me?"

"Alright, if you must. Just don't pace so much. I'm tired of hearing people complaining."

"Who's complaining to you?"

"Everybody I talk to. I know it's a nervous habit, but couldn't you bite your nails instead? Like a normal human being?"

"Biting you're nails is bad for you Bill."

"Oh, I forgot. Doctor knows best. Well, fine then, just do something other than pacing ok?"

"Sure Bill. I'll try. Call me when you've distributed it all…ok?"

"Of course. Bye Dana. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Tell everybody hello."

"Alright." I said before I hung up the phone. I relayed his message to everybody, and sat down on the couch next to Mulder. Missy came and crawled into my lap and Will did the same to Mulder. I sighed and laid my head down of Mulder's chest and watched whatever they had been watching. Which turned out to be Stargate SG-1. I'd only seen the show a few times, but I liked it. It had a lot to do with aliens, which was why Mulder loved it. The kids seemed to like it too--although they really didn't understand what was going on--they're favorite character was Teal'c. An alien, well, in the show a Jaffa. But technically an alien. Mine was Sam, a major in the air force and a scientist at the same time. She, in a way, reminded me of myself, FBI agent and scientist…also her commanding officer reminds me of Mulder. Has a joke about anything and everything, and most of the time the jokes are actually funny. But, every now and then, there's a not-so-funny-joke.

We continued to watch the show, I think there was some kind of marathon on, until there was another phone call. This time Hannah picked it up, it was Charlie. They had also received the antidotes, then an hour later Daniel called. And I wasn't so nervous anymore.

But, the fact remains, there was something strange about us not running into trouble. And I was going to figure it out.

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A/n: Ok, like I said, no more kids anymore. Caden was the last. What's funny actually, is I got my hair cut the other day, and the lady and I were talking, and she was talking about her six month old, Caden. I just thought it was such a pretty name I decided to use it in here. Anyway, I'm not sure how many more chapters there are going to be in this. Oh, I don't own Stargate SG-1, or the song. The song's called 'More Than This' and I can't remember the name of the artist for the life of me. I'll try to figure it out by the next chapter.