Thanks to all of you. ;) Now, let's take another route into the mind of Fiona.

Chapter 8

The hardest part of giving up is knowing when to quit. And giving up can mean two things: One; You give up and never try again. Or two; You quit but try again another time.

Sometimes, we are forced to give up ourselves for another people's happiness. And that's alright, but what do we get in return? Nothing. And that's not bad either. If you love a clean conscious, then goodness is your world and helping is your clarity.

For hours and hours, minutes to minutes, seconds on seconds and so forth seemed to drone on in the hidden basement known as The X-Files.

Mulder never had anyone really to talk to once Scully left. Doggett still had this little grudge against him after he socked him in the face a while back.

And Reyes is always busy looking up information. It was best that he didn't bother her.

So, being alone was his fate…Or so he assumed. He was stuck with Fiona for a couple hours. Mulder hated these hour long meetings where he couldn't hear or discuss his cases with Skinner, In a way, it drove him crazy.

After the first hour was up, neither had much to say. Well, to be accurate, they said nothing the entire time together,

But that didn't bother Fiona. Her quick-witted imagination brought her a lot of dreams and artistic creativity along the way.

Fiona decided in the first five minutes of Mulder/Fiona time that she really had no place to sit. Mulder was not letting go of his chair. Fiona knew that. He didn't want to let go, hence, he didn't.

But she wasn't troubled by this in any way whatsoever. Fiona was adjusted to hard objects. Either sit, stand, kneel and etc.

She found her spot upon the floor, beside the door, that remained shut the entire hour. Her knees were at an angle that held her notebook also at the same angle. Her eyes were still, but her hands wee a different story. They tend to move so softly, filled with concentration as they made their way up, down, diagonal and so forth.

In either case, Fiona had a fun time being by herself,

Fiona, being an only child and home schooled part of her life. It was not at all hard to adjust to her independence. That's the way she grew up. That's the way she learned.

And as for Mulder. He took his time carefully by doing the thing he loved most. Staring at that 'I Want To Believe' poster for minutes and minutes at a time. It was occasional that we would stare at it if Scully was not around. However, he had other options to keep himself busy. Just dreaming off into space was one of them.

He leaned back in his chair. A blue colored pen was in his right hand and from time to time, he would twirl it around. But he never made any other part of his body move.

He focused so tenderly on the photo of the spacecraft that has captivated his life since the beginning. His cognizance of Aliens and Martians could only be a fantasy to the rest of the world. And while pending for the inevitable and while waiting for the chaos that can and will occur, he sat there, silent as ever.

He could run to tell the world. He could scream and force the world to notice. He could write to the world, giving them every exalted detail of the invasion that seems too soon.

And yet, he sits there…silent.

Fiona kept her steady eyes on him, watching him from behind. And to her knowledge, she figured if Scully wasn't there, she might as well watch over him for the time being. And what she noticed, what she saw in him was remarkable. She couldn't help but wonder why such agony could come out of him, by simply looking at a photo. She also began making her own conclusions. That is, until she realized the reason. The only reason why.

"Who have you lost?" Fiona finally spoke up, after about an hour of silence.

Mulder was surprised to hear her voice. He turned around slowly to find young Fiona sitting down upon the floor with nothing more but her notebook. Her eyes looked deep into his, and at that point, it made him worried.

"What was that?" Mulder asked.

"Who have you lost?" Fiona repeated. "Who is it that has departed away?"

Mulder, still confused but realizing, he turned to the poster and then back at Fiona.

"What do you mean?" Mulder asked, hoping that she didn't know. But alas, she did.

"I see it in your eyes, the body movement that you show," Fiona explained. "And here I sit today to see the secret that you hide. The secret that you try to find. You have many secrets, Mulder, but this one, this very one, has set all the greatest joys in your life in motion…I see it now that you have grown weary of this. That such a task like this one causes you to worry and fall into the denial of finding this secret. You sit there, staring at the poster with hope and love, but yet, you worry and face reality. The reality you never wanted to hold, but the reality of your partner's words and ethics has crept into your mind. And as these days go by, you wonder not of the world, but of your world. I know the reason of The X-files. I see it in your eyes. I see it in the poster. The X-files was just pre-occupation for the REAL secret. The real truth. You expected to work alone, because at first, you were the only man whom you trusted. But along came Scully, the person who was mostly likely sent to betray you…I assume. You were worried of this trust. All your life, you have hid in the shadows of the night. This might have been caused by a childhood memory that has affected you, which might be the reason you search for this secret. You trusted no man then, and now, you trust only your partner…And the looks upon that poster tell me that this was something of the surreal. It may involve Aliens or those with natural abilities, for that I cannot explain. I see so much worry in your heart, that this secret cannot be a place or a thing. It must be human. So, I ask you now, Mulder…Who have you lost?"

By then, Mulder was more than terrified. He had now experienced the power of Fiona.

His stomach was flying with butterflies. His jaw was slightly dropped, due to the tale of his life by a girl that only knew him for a day. It truly worried him that this girl had spoken about his life as if she knew him for that amount of time.

"I, uh…I…" He could speak. "I lost…my sister….Samantha."

"So, I was right," Fiona smiled. "The secret was family. Someone from childhood."

"Yeah," He hesitated. "I…I last saw her when I was a kid. She was abducted."

"Abducted, you say? By who?"

"I'm not 100 sure who, but I know she was abducted by the paranormal."

Fiona sadly, shaking her head with much sadness. "Oh, Mulder. You say 'paranormal', as if you could."

"Why? What's wrong with saying 'paranormal'?"

"That word is so mean," Fiona explained. "Do you not know that that word is so rude to the world?"

"How?"

"Because all humans are normal," Fiona told him. "All Humans, Animals and Aliens alike are normal. Since when does one man tell whether one thing can be paranormal? It is not up to you who says that Aliens are paranormal. If someone with a gift of natural ability can do things most other cannot, you say they are paranormal? Why? Because they are not like you? If all things in this galaxy were the same, nothing would be interesting. It is good we have wild humans, but do not call them paranormal. They are just like you, but they have made it so do divide themselves from other people. They chose to be special. If they chose to be special, do not criticize. Learn to love and accept. Jesus Christ was different, and many called him of the 'paranormal'. But was he? No. He was one of us, and those who saw that, they were blessed."

Mulder quietly bit his lower lip. He should've known that Fiona was too bright for those types of words. Not only were they 'wrong' but they were 'unethical'.

Mulder knew well that Fiona was well gifted in language, and logic. But being Mulder, he put her to the test. Even then, she couldn't break free.

"Wait, why do YOU decide when to use that word, and since when do you decide when the word 'paranormal' is used?" Mulder challenged, thinking that he'd gotten her.

"The day I used it correctly," Fiona told him. "Once a man walks through the forest of correction, he can turn to smile at the world for the knowledge God has given him."

"I don't get it," Mulder said, truthfully.

Fiona sighed. "Mulder, you have seen the world filled with worth but yet not know of it's real beauty. You and Scully have been in the interpose of all unnatural lives and creation, and yet, you still seek the thing that God has not wished for you to receive."

"Well, I search for it because I really want it," Mulder explained.

Fiona smiled. "Is it really what you want?"

"Well…" Mulder tried to not confess the WHOLE truth, but he couldn't help but fall down to Fiona's power. "…It's one of many."

"Many? Many you say?" Fiona sounded so intrigued. "Oh, Mulder, this intrigues me. What else is on your list of loves and lost?"

Mulder took a deep breath. "Well, I'd like to find my son. That is, when I'm able to."

Fiona nodded. "A son? And I must ask, who is this lass that you have chosen for your son's looks?"

Mulder tried to keep it in, but holding all secrets that he wanted to say was considered somewhat of a lie. However, though he wanted to talk about it, it was with Fiona he didn't want to say.

"Scully," He said, sighed with a nervous worry.

Fiona's lips curled up into more than a usual smile. It was larger than usual. It was a huge sweet grin.

"Oh, mercy, mercy me," Fiona grinned. "Is it true that you have gotten the one woman that thou can trust pregnant with a child to carry with her?"

"Yes, but it wasn't like that," Mulder explained. "She thought she couldn't have a child. Doctors took out her ova and her eggs. I found out later that she was pregnant and that I was the only one she could trust into having a child with."

"Ah," Fiona nodded. "I understand, Mulder. You had filled the spot of care in her heart by giving her a son. And I can guess that you gave him up, due to the work you have devoted your life to, yes?"

"Yes."

"Good," Fiona smiled. "I am glad you have done such work. And I certainly hope that you have learned something about this."

"I've learned a lot. Having a child was a bit hard, even though I only had a limited amount of time with him."

"I meant about your partner," Fiona told him.

"Scully? What could I learn about Scully I haven't already learned about her?" He asked, confused.

Fiona paused to reflect on her knowledge and phrases that her Mother and father would speak of to her. A minutes rolled one that left Mulder and Fiona silent. Mulder was a bit nervous, but Fiona was calm as The Atlantic. She placed her eyes down, but then back up at Mulder with a lovely smile.

"A woman can wait a lifetime for the right man to come along. Meanwhile, it does not mean she cannot have fun with all the wrong ones," Fiona said articulately.

"O…kay," Mulder was caught off guard a bit. "What does it mean?"

"It was a phrase that the great Cher had once said," Fiona explained. "And to me, I believe it explains Scully's personal life. But you would know that better than I."

"That's not Scully's personal life,' Mulder said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, is it not? Out of all the experiences you two have shared as one, will you not tell me that one time, Scully has run off to another man who was not you?"

Mulder saw his defeat. "Yes, she has."

"And out of all the times, has she not crawled back to you?"

"I don't know about crawl-"

"-Walk. She has walked back to you."

"Yeah."

"And this love gazing of the men has happened more than once, yes?"

"I can't really count how many."

"Is it really that many?"

"No, I just can't remember some of it."

"So, it is more than one?"

"Yes."

"Yes, yes," Fiona said with a bit of excitement. "And with all this gazing, you still open your arms to her?"

"Well, that's what friends do."

"But do such friends agree to accept a child together?"

"If they both agree on it."

"Even if the friendship could be ruined?" Fiona asked. "It takes that kind of trust in one another to hold that to the heart. A child could ruin a friendship in so much as a blink of an eye."

"Yeah, and?"

"And you, Mulder, who have seen the women who you have pregnated with a couple guys, you not knowing what they do together, still, you take Scully as your Angel and hold her in your arms for salvation."

Mulder paused to recap all the words of wisdom Fiona had said.

"I only do it…" Mulder paused. "Because it makes her happy. Like you said, she has to go through all the wrong ones first before meeting the right one. When she meets the right man, I'll let her go."

"Mulder," Fiona leaned a little bit, even though they were clear across the room. She met his eyes and her dark black eyes sparked in the light. "She has found the right one."

Before Mulder could respond, or even give out a sigh, the door opened and Scully walked inside. Fiona looked up at her, as Mulder took his eyes of Fiona and onto Scully. His jaw was slightly dropped, due to Fiona's cross examination of Scully and his relationship.

"Mulder, can I see you outside?" Scully asked. She then looked down to find young Fiona sitting up the floor. Fiona greeted Scully with a smile, as Scully did in return.

Mulder, still frozen and into space, then snapped back into reality, once all of Scully's voice gathered together in his ears.

"Yeah, uh, hang on a minute, Scully," Mulder managed to say.

He began to stand up from sitting for so long. He straightened out hid vest and began to walk out. Scully nodded her head to the door, implying him to follow her. Which is what he did. He shut the door after and allowed Scully to speak her brilliant mind.

"Well, you were right," Scully sighed, as if this wasn't the first time.

"I love it when you say that," Mulder smiled. "What am I right about this time?"

"Randy Smith has yet another victim on his list."

"Who's the victim?"

"I'm not sure yet," Scully explained. "I was in the meeting with Skinner when we received a call about another victim, who apparently, was around Randy Smith at the time of his or her death."

"Do you think it's his luck that caused this person's fatality?"

"It's possible," Scully let out yet another sigh. "But Randy isn't our only problem."

Scully directed her eyes to the room, where Fiona was still sitting. No need for words, Mulder knew.

"Fiona?" Mulder asked.

"Yes," Scully replied. "Do we leave her here or take her with us?"

"Do you want my personal opinion, Scully?"

"Why not?" Scully smiled a little. "I've been getting nothing but honesty all mourning."

"Leave her here."

Scully threw him a confused look, but her small smile never escaped her lips. "Wow, Mulder. I wasn't really expecting you to say something like that so quickly. No thought or anything."

"Well, let's just say there is something about Fiona that spooks me out," Mulder told her truthfully, glancing at the room and then back at Scully.

"Like what?" Scully decided to play along. Since Fiona wasn't around, they could still play games.

"Well, the fact that she can know my entire life story, how I got here, my connection with you, my personal life and maybe yours in just a look."

Scully began to grin a little. "So you've seen?"

"Yeah," Mulder sighed. "I couldn't believe it. I told her nothing about me and it was as if she has followed me since I was a child."

"Don't worry, Mulder," Scully assured him. "I had that little incident already. Trust me, you'll get over it."

"It's not that," Mulder told her. "There are just some personal things I don't want the world to know."

Scully couldn't help but smile, and giggle. Mulder also placed on a smile. And together, they walked back into the X-files room, to face the girl that knew too much.