Scully found herself walking through the park and wiped tears away that were falling down her face and making people glance at her as they passed. She felt so confused and upset. She knew that Mulder was only doing what he thought was best, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel that he still thought of her as just a friend, somebody he didn't have to consider in his actions. He didn't tell her how he was feeling; he didn't treat her any differently than to how they had been behaving for the seven years they spent denying how they felt. She made it more than clear that she loved this man, and that she would do anything for him. They were both well aware that they would lay their lives down for one another, but why did it sometimes seem such hard work to be in love?

And now he was back on the x-files and he had completely ignored her concerns and opinion. It hurt her feelings, if he had sat her down and talked about it again then maybe they could have discussed it in more detail, she knew she'd immediately thrown out the idea but it was a gut instinct, he should have tried again rather than going behind her back.

How was she supposed to tell him that she was pregnant? She wanted so desperately to not go through this alone, to not feel as if she were a single parent again. She wanted Mulder to throw his arms around her and be happy about becoming a father again. For him to be here and to support her through this was a big deal to her, and now all she could feel was that Mulder just wanted them to be how they were four years ago. Ignoring the truth, ignoring the love they shared. She sat down on a bench and watched the families that walked by.

Couples holding hands, fathers playing with their sons and kicking footballs around, mothers pushing their daughters on the swings. They all looked so happy, so complete. She'd bet her life that none of them were worrying about their partner's job and how dangerous it was, or whether their child was capable of paranormal behaviour and was in danger, or that they were worried about telling the man they loved that they were pregnant.

Suddenly feeling sick at the sight of so many happy people Scully stood up and had to fight back the urge to bring up everything she'd eaten that day. She had no way of determining whether it was morning sickness or whether she was just in such an upset state she couldn't hold anything down. As she sped up her walk through the park she wasn't looking where she was going and ran into someone walking almost as fast as she was.

"I'm sorry..."

"Dana?" Scully stopped walking and turned to see Reyes looking almost as upset as she was. Both women moved to hug each other and burst into tears and then laughter at how pathetic they both felt.

"Wanna talk about it?" Scully nodded her head and hooked her arm through Reyes' as they walked to her apartment.


When Mulder walked into Kersh's office to find Doggett, Skinner and Kersh sitting around a table he felt so embarrassed that he almost walked straight back out again. As he finally found the courage to sit down and face the music nobody said anything, they were too confused and startled by their surprise guest.

William squirmed in his father's arms, he didn't like it here, and he missed his mom, he didn't like the man that was staring at his father with a frightening look in his eyes. He recognised his uncle John and Walter, and he tried to wriggle free to go to John because he could sense his father's frustration with what was happening. Mulder reluctantly let William go, he ran straight over to John who lifted him onto his lap where he sat quietly waiting for his father to take him home again. He didn't like it here, it was scary.

"Agent Mulder?"

"I can explain sir, Scully wasn't feeling too well and I couldn't leave a three year old running wild around the apartment with her." William looked at his father and wanted to know why he was lying. He looked at John and he smiled at him, John guessed that William was ready to leave but he could no more walk out with him than Mulder could.

"Agent Mulder I hope you realise that you're back at the bureau now to be an FBI agent not a father."

"I understand that sir, but I really had no choice." Kersh observed the small quiet boy sitting with Doggett and felt uncomfortable at how William was looking at him. He turned his attention back to Mulder and accepted his explanation. There were far more important things that he needed to talk about, he wasn't sure how much a three year old would understand but he couldn't make allowances. He needed all agents on the x-files to be aware of what was happening.

"I'm going to assume that Agent Reyes is otherwise engaged and won't be joining us?" The question was directed at Doggett, but he looked away and playfully tickled William to avoid answering.

"Fine. I'll begin. You all know that I've become more involved in the x-files over the past couple of years. I am privy to certain information that no one else is, and that information is now crucial to the continuation of your work." Mulder looked at Doggett and they both looked at William. Whatever Kersh had to say to them they both knew that it was going to have a direct impact on the people that they loved the most.


Reyes had chosen to forget about the meeting it wasn't an innocent mistake. She was in no state to be at work and Scully needed a friend just as much as she did. So the two women sat in her apartment enjoying the men free environment and both hesitating before saying what was on their minds.

"So I'll share my bad day if you share yours?"

"Maybe we could trade?"

"Oh I don't think you'd be too quick to say that if you knew what I know."

"What is it Dana?" Scully paused and then took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant. And I haven't told Mulder because we fought about him being back on the x-files and then I stormed out and I just don't know what he's going to say or do, I don't know what he's thinking or feeling anymore, this is so hard Monica, I want more children, but I don't know if he does, or even if this child will be safe." Reyes was listening, it didn't appear that she was but she was listening to this more than she had listened to anything before. There was only one sentence however that was replaying again and again in her mind - 'good luck with the baby'...