Who Are You Part 2 – Who You are.

Author: Carly

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Rating: PG-13

Category: Angst/MSR

Summary: After Gibson's shock phone call a disruption in everybody's lives is on the cards. The truth will come out. But how much are Reyes, Doggett, Mulder and Scully going to have to sacrifice for those they love and for any chance of future happiness? Will Scully cope with William's further endangerment? And what exactly happened all those years ago when Reyes was adopted at four years old, when her mother tried so hard to find her?

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Disclaimer: None of these characters were created by me, I am just borrowing them to tell a tale.


It had been a long day for everybody. And not in a good way, not in the way that a fun birthday party for a three year old should be. William had been oblivious to the change in atmosphere when Reyes and Doggett had arrived. He had just walked over to the familiar brunette and allowed her to protectively swoop him into her arms as Doggett sat his parents down with a serious look on his face and began to talk about someone named Gibson Praise.

Reyes was unable to put William down, and he somehow knew that she was worried about him and he allowed her to show him the extra attention he was getting from her without fussing to be put down to play with his toys.

He had just begun to understand the novelty of birthdays and was already looking forward to the next one to get even more gifts like the ones he had received already.

William had seen his parents change when Doggett stopped talking to them. His mother had walked over and taken him from Reyes to hold him just as protectively in her arms. He didn't understand, but somehow this kind of panic and worry felt familiar, he remembered his mom and Reyes feeling this way before and then he had lost them. He didn't want to lose them again and had reached out for his father who he remembered to never have let him go despite not having seen him for some time.

Mulder felt bad for taking the small boy from his mother, but he could see that she was just as afraid to be near William as she was to be away from him. And she had quickly run into the bathroom to compose herself without betraying the strong image she had maintained with the room of people for so many years. Her own mother was the only person to go after her and she was doing so through her own need for answers rather than concern for her daughter.

William could only remember arguing and raised voices after his mom had run away from them. He had stayed quiet for the rest of the day and been passed around the group of upset faces throughout the afternoon. He didn't see Reyes' face for a long time and thought she'd gone, but she was still around, she was making every effort to be alone and he could sense that she felt something like guilt at what was happening. William didn't understand and didn't want to, but he knew that something wasn't right.

His grandma had been crying, and had stayed sitting in the same seat all afternoon. She was angry, he could feel it. And his parents hadn't spoken to each other much, mostly Doggett and Mulder did all the talking. Scully busied herself tidying up the apartment and didn't answer to Mulder's calls to sit down and talk with them. Everybody was upset.

William watched Reyes whenever he could find her. She was always looking at either him or his dad, and he wanted her to come and pick him up again as he sat with his new toy train set that Doggett had set up for him. But Reyes stayed away from the boy, and indeed everybody else in the room. Something was very wrong. And William hoped that it was all sorted out before someone decided to send him away again, he didn't like that very much before.


Maggie Scully left. Doggett took Oliver for a much-needed walk after being cooped up all day inside. And Scully took William into his room and sat with him as he slept in her arms. It had been an exhausting day, even for the small three year old. He had picked up on so much from the adults around him. It had been a hard day for him too because he hadn't understood anything. But he knew as his eyes closed that he was sleeping in his mom's arms, that was all that concerned him.

Monica was sitting in the dark by the window. Mulder had wanted to talk to her more than anyone else that day. And he understood her need to be alone, but he also couldn't help wanting to accuse her of being selfish, everyone else had been alarmed, and vocalised their thoughts and feelings. Monica had barely said two words since arriving. And it was now almost midnight. He walked over to sit opposite her and she didn't even notice him approach her.

Monica had spent the entire afternoon thinking about William, and her time in New Mexico in the New Year. William meant the world to Monica, she had been so elated for him to be home with his parents, and she had been doing well moving on with her life and not letting anything change. But the truth was the only reason she had been able to carry on at all was because she had managed to push what she had found to the back of her mind.

She didn't need a biological family to tell her who she was or where she came from. She had lived with herself for over thirty years, she knew who she was. Only now that all had to change. Now she had to face everything. The past and the future.

Mulder looked at Monica hoping she would just glance at him rather than him have to say something to initiate conversation. He was lucky. She sensed he'd come over to her and she looked at him with weary eyes and a pale face.

"How you doing?" Monica smiled none too convincingly and Mulder nodded his head to show he understood.

"Look Monica..."

"Do we have to do this now?"

"Do what?"

"I know that this has been a parents worse nightmare for you and Dana. And I know that the news John and I bought with us has ruined all your dreams of bringing up your son safely and protected from the forces we can't predict. But I can't talk to you about this now."

"About what?"

"About you and me. Our... relationship." Mulder nodded his head again but then sat forward in his seat and Monica could see the features of his face in the moonlight that shone through the window.

"Listen to me Monica, you seem to be forgetting something. Gibson told you that you were in danger too. Now I know that you've taken the attitude of ignoring what your past has shown you, and who you are to me. But you're my sister Monica. Maybe only by blood and not as a brother and sister should be family. But this is about you too now. Not just William, or Scully or me. You. You matter to Them. And you matter to me."

Monica wiped away a single tear that had slipped through the tight expression she was holding. She couldn't show how this was really affecting her. Not now. Not when there were a million and one thoughts racing through her mind. And at that point Doggett walked through the door with a panting dog and he slowly walked over to them.

"Everythin' ok?" Monica looked up at him and saw the concern and worry in his big blue eyes. It was her fault that he looked like that. That she had upset him and his life. She couldn't stop the rest of the tears that came, and Doggett sat down beside her as

Mulder looked on and wished so much that he could go back and take back everything he ever did in the FBI to make his life what it was today. He looked at the two people in front of him and thought about Scully and his son in the other room. It pained him to know that he would rather none of them met and be happy and safe with other people in another place than here now and so miserable and afraid.