AN: Sorry, sorry, and sorry again about how long it took to get this post up. I hope you enjoy it.

Amy would have heard her mother's squeal had she not been outside, taking out the trash.

"Oh my… John! You're… you again!" Monica cried as she wrapped her arms around him – something she had been waiting to do forever.

"Mon, oh Mon, what happened to me? The last I remember I was just getting ready to go to the grocery store when no fewer than five burly guys dressed in black busted through the door and shoved a needle in my neck. That's all I remember. And now, here with you? Was I abducted?"

"Honey, I don't know. There are so many unanswered questions; right now isn't the time and place to go look for answers. All I know is that they took you, and I've been looking for you for 15 years. And now I've finally found you," Monica sighed into John's shoulder. "As you can see there have been some big changes. Mulder and Scully were held in the same place you were, at Mount Weather. But the biggest change is this John: the night you were taken, that night I was coming home with some big news: we have a child now, a beautiful 15-year-old daughter."

John's jaw dropped just as Amy walked through the door. She could tell instantly that something was weird about the whole situation. "Dad?" she questioned softly.

Amy ran into John's arms and finally hugged her dad like she had been dreaming of doing for what seemed like eternity.

"Your name is Amy?" John muttered.

"How did you know?" she wondered.

"It just kept coming to me, over and over again in my dreams," John sighed.

And that was how the next few weeks played out. More and more of John's life came back to him; however, there was still a frustrating 15-year void that could only be remembered through the numerous photos of his daughter shown to him by Monica. They had all been carefully cataloged waiting for his return; it was one of the few things that kept Monica going.

Mulder and Scully had also re- acquired their memories and Amy had quickly called William. Of course, their reunion had been just as touching– Scully was crying as she held her son close and Mulder let one of his famous smiles loose. The next weeks flew by: everyone seemed so happy.

Amy was just trying to catch up with her dad, something she found difficult considering he had missed her whole childhood and she couldn't exactly talk about his past. But it seemed like her parents were happy– and Amy couldn't help but feel relived when she saw them together – it was nice to have two parents again. Will felt the same – although he was sad to leave his foster parents, he loved being with his real parents and not having to wonder about them 24/7. They were his family and he felt like he belonged with them – there was just some special bond that years of staying with another family couldn't have created.

But the question of safety wasn't far from anyone's mind, even during times as joyful as these. So, as one big family made up of two smaller ones, however you look at it, they made a choice. They hoped the choice would be enough to keep them safe and therefore keep them together so they wouldn't have to go through this painful separation again. They decided to move to London, England.

"You know what they say," John drawled. "When you can't fight 'em… have enough sense to turn around and run away."

Monica smiled. "Somehow I don't recall having heard that one before."

"Well, it's a slight variation on the main idea," John said.

The flight began to board and John turned around and looked at Monica and Amy, his wife and his daughter. He knew he didn't want to run, it wasn't like him, but deep down he decided that he had other people to think of, and he couldn't take the chance of losing them again. He sighed and stepped up to the flight attendant and handed her his ticket. They all got on the plane and sat down.

Scully gave Mulder's hand a little squeeze.

"We're finally back in the world," she whispered as the engine began to roar.

Amy gave Will's hand a little squeeze.

"We did it," she whispered as the plane rose into the sky.

Monica gave John's hand a little squeeze.

"I'm so glad to have you back," she whispered as the Toronto skyline shrank away in the distance.

"I'll never lose you again," was the reply.

El Fin

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