Chapter 6…

"Amy, can I see you for a moment, in the kitchen?" Monica managed to choke out.

"Um, I guess if you have to."

"Listen honey, you know how I kinda never told you very much about your dad? Well, it's time we all had a little talk, Wi- I mean Billy, included," she stammered.

"Um, ok mom, but can you try not to make it weird because I don't want Billy to think I'm some kind of freak," Amy pleaded.

Monica just sighed, somehow wishing she had thought to tell her daughter this sooner.

When everyone was seated in the living room once again, Monica began her tale, starting way back with Samantha's abduction and Mulder's quest and continuing through her joining of the X-Files, and the final case they all went on together, ending neatly with, "So, what I'm trying to say here, Billy, is that I know your biological parents and together we can try to find them and also Amy's father."

The room was so quiet that you could hear the silence throbbing. Finally it was Will that dared to ask the first question: "So, how do we find them?"

Monica just smiled. She was glad that Will actually believed her and was willing to take a chance on her naïve little idea that everyone should just be happy. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not exactly sure how to go about this – as you've gathered we have to be very, very careful. Maybe you could try to find out some more information from your adopted parents about the circumstances surrounding your adoption, but I bet they don't know much either – those kind of things are kept pretty quiet. And, other than that is, I'm feeling like this summer might be a good one for a road trip."

Monica left the room soon after, feeling rejuvenated and full of hope, and going to take some time to mull things over.

Meanwhile, Will and Amy both felt overwhelmed and yet strangely bonded by their newfound knowledge of their pasts.

"I wonder if it's fate, you know, like, how could it just be a coincidence that we would meet?" pondered Will. "I mean, we're each going to help each other get the one thing we've each been searching for our entire lives."

"It destiny," Amy replied softly. "Hey… is it ok if I still call you Billy? That's just how I know you – you still seem like Billy to me."

"It would be weird if you didn't call me Billy – I still seem like Billy to myself. This is all so new."

"I just hope everything works out o.k."

"Yeah, me too."

That night after Will went home; Amy lay awake, dreaming of what it would be like to finally meet her father. She was getting ahead of herself, as usual. In the next room, Monica lay awake too, fantasizing about John lying next to her, wrapping his muscular arms around her, comforting her after their being apart for so long. She had remained faithful; she hadn't completely given up hope, even in the darkest hours. And now she hoped that fate, that miraculous thing that had given her renewed hope after all those years, would once again help her – this time allowing her dreams to become a long-awaited reality.