Mulder was having a hard time accepting what all of this meant. He had grown used to the fact that smoking man was his biological father, but he had never thought that this information too was a lie.

"Mulder? Will you talk to me?"

"I'm sorry... I just, I don't understand... I had blood tests... I had so many tests when I was sick before my abduction... They all showed that Bill Mulder was not my father."

"Those tests were administered by people that we now know could have wanted you to believe that what they were telling you was true."

"For what purpose?"

"I don't know. Maybe they thought that you'd decide to follow in your father's footsteps, take over from smoking man and his project, as Bill Mulder's son you were a threat to them."

"But then is that why they took Samantha? Because she wasn't really his daughter? Did she suffer because my mom was unfaithful to my dad?" Scully didn't know what to say, she ran her hand down the side of Mulder's face and he smiled as he took her hand into his own.

"I'm so glad that you're here."

"Me too."

When Doggett opened his front door and saw Reyes sitting down with a suitcase in front of her, his first thought was that she had packed some things to move in with him. He put down the take away meal he had picked up on his way home and walked over to Reyes. He could see she had been crying, and when he reached her she handed him the letter that she had spent her entire day trying to understand. Doggett read the letter and wasn't sure what it meant or what his reaction was supposed to be. He looked at Reyes and she could see that he didn't understand.

"What's goin' on Monica? What the hell does this mean?"

"It means, that I am in deed Fox Mulder's half sister, we share the same father, but not mother. I am not Samantha Mulder, nor are she and I related at all by blood."

"How is that possible?"

"Right now I don't know. But I'm on stand by for a flight to New Mexico."

"What?"

"I'm sorry John, I know you wanted us to spend New Years together, I did too, but I called my parents and told them to cancel their flights."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to them instead. I have to do this John, I'm sorry." Doggett was about to say more when the phone rang and Reyes picked it up before the first ring was even complete. She only said a handful of words to whoever was on the other end before hanging up and standing up.

"That was the airport. If I can get there in an hour I'm on the next flight out." She picked up her suitcase and went outside to her car. She turned to the house as Doggett came outside.

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know. I'll call you, I'm so sorry John, I love you." She kissed him goodbye before getting into her car and driving away. Doggett was dumbstruck as he tried to figure out what the hell had happened in the last five minutes. What did it matter. She was really gone.

As Doggett sat with his eighth beer in his mother's living room he couldn't have felt more miserable. The clock had just hit twelve, it was officially the New Year and his entire family were singing around him and having fun. His parents had been disappointed when he turned up on their doorstep the day before as they had been looking forward to spending the New Year in DC with he and Reyes. He had hoped for the same but had flown to New York to escape the empty house he had been left with. The dog was with his neighbour's son who was eleven, Doggett had paid him thirty dollars to take care of him for a few days.

He had had a mixture of feelings about what Reyes had done. He was pleased that she had been able to face her past at last, he was upset that he wasn't with her, and he was angry with her for doing all of this without talking to him about it first. He could have helped, he could have gone with her. But she had taken an independent stand and gone it alone. He could appreciate that too, her love to be spontaneous and to follow her gut instinct was something he admired in her deeply, but did she have to completely cut him out like this?

She had called him when she landed in New Mexico and said she would call again at New Years, but he hadn't called her to tell her that he was in New York so her call would reach his answer machine. It was childish of him, he knew that. But if she wanted to do this alone then he wasn't going to stand in her way. If he couldn't see her then he didn't want to talk to her either. It killed him to not be able to wish her a happy New Year, but his pride wouldn't allow him to pick up the phone. She had upset him and now he was evening the scores.

He finished his beer and got up to collect another one from the kitchen but instead his sister grabbed a hold of him and began dancing around the room with him. He tried to continue to be the grump that he had been for days now, but his sister managed to make him smile. His mother was smiling and clapping her hands, supposedly in time with the music, but the bottles of wine that she had consumed producing the empty bottles now lying around did not help her time keeping skills, and his father was trying sing along with the people on the TV but he just sounded like a drunk from the streets of New York. Doggett was glad to be home. But he would have swapped it all in an instant to be with Reyes.

When he got back to DC Doggett threw himself into his work. He left his house before dawn and stayed at work until after dusk. He never saw the sunlight and spent all of his time in his office. He didn't like it, but it was better than the alternative. The more work he did the less time he had to think about Reyes and wonder why she hadn't called or let him know how she was. He missed her, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He'd just wait for her to call, or to come back.