7 weeks later:

"Dr. Carter, there's a phone call for you." Kenna, one of my RN's says as she hands me the phone.

"Who is it?"

"Didn't say."

I put the receiver up to my ear, "Dr. Carter."

"Cut the bullshit Scully." A voice hisses at me.

"Who is this?"

"I'm sure you'd like to know that. Let's just say, you haven't been fooling me."

"How did you get this number?"

"It's an open number Doctor." The man replies coolly. "All I had to do was look in the big book. You'd think, that being wanted by the government and all, you wouldn't hide in plain sight."

"I'm not following you."

"Oh, don't worry, though. I have no use in telling the proper authorities where you and your friends have been hiding. Although, I'll admit, it wouldn't be a hard task, if I wanted to."

Realization washes over me, "You're the one who left the note, in Texas?"

"You're a smart one aren't you, Agent Scully."

"I try. What is it you want?"

"The formula."

I look around the room, to see if anybody is there. Nobody is. "Like hell I'll give you the formula. I still hold true to the old policy."

"Ah, yes. Trust no one, is it? Understandable. You've been tricked many a time in the past, why should now be any different. But then again, you've also had very many useful allies in the past. Tell me, how can you be sure?"

"Would you cut the shit, who do you work for?"

"Let's just say, once upon a time, we got our paychecks from the same place."

"So you work for the government?"

"You could say that."

Kenna walks back into the room, "Dr. Carter, you're needed in OR 3."

I place a hand over the phone, "Alright. I'll be right there." She walks out, "I'm sorry…I can't talk at the moment."

"No worries. We have many years left. I'll be in contact." Then he hung up. I knew that voice from somewhere, but from where?

~**~**~**~

"Mulder." I call out when I come into the house.

"In the den!" He calls.

I tell Will and Missy to go and play and set Caden down in his playpen, then I go off into the spare bedroom that we made into a den, basically an extra office for both of us. He's sitting at his desk when I come in.

"I got a phone call today."

He turns, "Really? From who?"

"He didn't say. But, it was the man who left us the note in Texas. The one who wanted to help us."

"What did he want."

"The formula."

"And, what did you tell him."

"Hell no."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He said that, we worked for the same people, 'once upon a time.' And, I swear, I've heard his voice before. I know it. It's probably been a while, but I know him. Or, we both do. But, he said he wants to help us, he knows where all of us are, or so he says. But, at most he knows where we are. So, I don't think pissing him off would be the right thing to do. I was called into surgery during our conversation. He said that he would call back, though he didn't say when. I'm going to keep an eye out for anybody familiar in the area, and hopefully he'll call again soon. Until then, I'm going to get hold of everybody else, see if maybe they got a call from our mystery man."

"Well, it's a plan."

"What about you, anything interesting?"

"Well, lets see. I've got a kleptomaniac, a few bi-polars, schizophrenic's, and some really messed up men. Oh, and a woman who swears up and down she's the reincarnation of Helen of Troy."

"Hmm. Your job must be way more interesting than mine."

"I don't doubt it. And there's another funny one, there's a man who comes in every day at the same time. He's obsessive compulsive, but that's the funny thing. He declares in another life he was an alien."

"Well then, looks like you've been right all along. Now you can finally prove to the world that aliens do exist."

"You think your funny."

"Clearly, I am funny."

He rolls his eyes at me. "Sure. Fine. Whatever."

I sigh, "Not that again. Let's not start that."

"What? Like you can stop me."

"I beg to differ."

He stands up out of his chair, "Really?" He says as he steps closer.

I make no effort to move, "Really." I state, as a matter-of-fact.

"Well, I beg to differ, that you beg to differ." He grabs me and pulls me closer to him.

"You going to prove that to me?"

"Would you like me too?" He says, an eyebrow raised.

"Mayybee."

He smiles, then kisses me, not a quick kiss either. A kiss that promises something more. I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to me. A small throat clearing itself stops us. We break apart and look at our oldest son sheepishly.

"I'm hungry." He says.

"Well, hello there, Hungry. My name's Dana."

He cocks his head to the side, looking at me. "Why, some people call you Kathy, daddy call you Dana?"

He's smart for three and a half. "Dana's a special name, for daddy and family only."

"Like Grandma?"

"Yes, like grandma."

He nods his head, "I call you Dana?"

I shake my head, "You, little man, call me mommy."

"Ok. When we eat?"

"It's, when will we eat, and I'm going to order pizza."

He smiles, "Ok mommy. You kiss again." Then he leaves.

I turn back to Mulder, "So, you were saying?"

~**~**~**~

2 weeks later:

"Dr. Carter, line 3, Dr. Carter, line 3." A voice calls from over the intercom. I run to my office, press line 3, and pick up the phone.

"Katherine Carter."

"Ah, Agent Scully. We speak once again."

"What is it I'm supposed to call you, then?"

"Think of something. Shouldn't be that hard."

"Fine, I'll call you Mark."

"Ok, is there some reason you're calling me Mark?"

"Well, you ruined our table with a sharpie. A sharpie is a permanent marker. Take marker and take off 'er', you've got Mark. Go with it."

"Fine. As I was saying the last time--"

"I'm not giving you the formula."

"I didn't expect you to, not so soon at least. This call is for your benefit. I figure, the only way to earn your trust is to give you the vital information I initially talked about. As you know by now, Kersh has taken over as ring-leader of the project. It didn't take him long to recruit new members of the syndicate. I, myself, am one of these members, though, not by choice. Sort of the way Skinner was blackmailed by Krycheck, I am being blackmailed by these men. I'm like 'deep throat' in that way, though he wasn't blackmailed, he just grew a conscience--"

"Would you stop with the rambles, get to the point."

"Alright, fine. As I was saying, I've got information."

"About what exactly?"

"December 12, 2012. The day of the invasion."

~**~**~**~

a/n: more cliffhangers. Mwahahaha! I'm really getting use to having a cliffhanger at the end of every chapter, I think I'll keep it that way…*evil grin*. Ooh, yeah. "How the Ghost Stole Christmas" is on today. I am happy, all is right with the world. Except, for the fact school's back on. Gr! It's ok though, it'll be over soon…6 more weeks. Right, now, I've done my part and wrote the next chapter. You do your part, and review!

It will be greatly appreciated!

Beaucoup d'amore!