I walked over to our closed door and tapped on it a bit. A muffled
"Go away..."
came from within and I knew not all was forgiven yet.
"I'm sorry Sc-Dana... I didn't mean it like that.
I walked over to William's door and I knew I shouldn't go in, but I did anyway. The police would be here in the morning, it was a crime scene and I knew it, but I didn't care. I slowly turned the knob slowly hoping it wouldn't squeak like it usually did and opened the door ever so carefully to avoid the crack that the wood makes. I had memorized how to open the door without making a sound. I did this because of all the countless times I would get up in the middle of the night and come in this room. Before we had Will back I would sit and cry. For me, for Scully, for William, for all of us. After that I came in just to stare at him as he slept. He always made the cutest little noises and facial expressions. It was hard to pass up, I cried then too. Not sad tears, happy tears for I finally had my little boy back. Now as I looked around the room I cried yet again. Not because I saw neatly arranged things and no one to use them. Not because I saw the sweetest little boy in the world sleeping peacefully. But because I saw hate, and anger, and destruction. Destruction of something that was beautiful. Destruction of a little boy's life and his things. Destruction of Scully's hard work to put it all together. But most importantly, Destruction of a family. I dried my eyes and waited a bit until my vision wasn't blurry anymore. I then walked across the room to William's crib and picked up his stuffed bear. I kissed it on the head and covered it up the same way I would Will. Then as I whispered into thin air our nightly parting, I heard her whisper it from behind me too.
"Sweet dreams little William."
She wrapped her arms around me from behind and I kissed her hand. The fight was over, but the battle had just begun. Only this time we were both fighting on the same side.