When Mulder got home he called out several times for Scully whilst William did a check of every room running around as fast as his little legs would carry him. The disappointment in his eyes when he couldn't find his mom really hurt Mulder; he didn't want to see his son like this. And he was worried about Scully, he needed to talk to her, to tell her about his meeting with Kersh, the sooner she knew about what was happening the better, and the more they could all come together to help make this all go away, for good.
Scully opened the door of her apartment and took a deep breath. No matter what Mulder tried to throw at him she just had to sit down and tell him. It was no use keeping this from him, especially if it had anything to do with the danger now facing William and Reyes. She walked inside and William ran over to her, she lifted him up and hugged him tightly, there was no greater feeling in the whole world than having your son in your arms knowing that he loves you as much as you love him.
Mulder watched in awe. He knew that Scully was an amazing mom, he always had believed that no child would be better off than with her as their mother, it was one of the things that had made him realise how much he loved her, in those early days when she first talked about having a baby and him being a donor, that's when he knew, he wanted her baby just as much as she did. But there was something wrong with her he could feel it, something she was holding back. Scully put William down and he went back to the TV set. She walked into the kitchen to Mulder and sat down at the table next to him.
"I need to talk to you."
"I need to talk to you too Scully."
"Wait Mulder, this is important."
"Well so is what I have to say." Scully looked at him with tears in her eyes, not tears to cry, tears to make her face tell Mulder that her heart was aching for release, all she needed to know was that he loved her and that this would all work out. But for that she had to tell him what was going on first.
"Mulder will you please let me talk first? Please?" Mulder nodded his head as if it was no question she could go first, she shrugged off his misinterpretation of the situation and took a deep breath.
"There's something I need to tell you, something I found out this morning and I wanted to tell you earlier but things got a little out of hand and I didn't think it was the right time."
"Scully what is it?" Now she really did want to cry but she didn't, still she held back and contained her emotions for as long as she possibly could. She looked over to William as he sat engrossed in the TV, she didn't want him to overhear anything that they said. But to be in danger of that she had to actually say something.
"Mulder. I umm, I'm... I'm pregnant..."
Reyes sat in her apartment scared and alone. Never so much had she wished she were with someone, anyone that could make the dark world she was living in seem a little bit brighter. Things seemed so bad that all she wanted to do was go to bed for a few months and wait and see how everything pans out. She had lost the ability to understand anything that anyone said to her or what people were hiding from her, and now all she could think about was the baby that was on the way and that their may be a connection between it and her.
As she finished her hot chocolate she yawned and flicked the switch off on the lamp she was sitting by. The apartment went dark and she made her way to her bedroom. That's when she heard it. A noise coming from outside her front door. She stepped closer and saw the shadow of someone's feet underneath. Reyes panicked and picked up the phone, she wasn't in the right state of mind to deal with this alone, and there was only one person that she wanted here to help her out of whatever this person outside her apartment wanted.
When Reyes heard the familiar voice she had called announce his presence outside her apartment front door she sighed with relief and realised how terribly afraid she had really been as she opened it and flung herself into his arms.
"Monica, it's ok. I'm here now, it's gonna be ok. I promise." Doggett walked her inside and closed the door behind them both. It felt good to be near her again, to have her need him and hold him as tightly as he wanted to hold her. They sat down on the couch and Reyes finally loosened her grip on Doggett so that he could lift her chin up and look at her.
"What happened Monica?"
"There was someone there, outside. I could feel something wrong, but after the day I've had I never gave it much thought. But there was someone there John I'm sure of it!"
"Ok, ok, hey, calm down, it's alright Monica." He pulled her close again and again she felt for a tight grasp around his familiar frame. She had missed him; she had been foolish to push him so carelessly away from her. It was ridiculous, and it had taken her all this time to figure it out. Coming back to her own place had been wrong from the start but she had been determined to see it through and make it home again. She had been an idiot.
"I'll take a sweep around the place, check out the alley round the back, I'm sure it was just a neighbour or somethin' Monica, you're just jumpy with everything that's goin' on. That's all."
"I'm jumpy because I'm alone." Doggett looked at Reyes again and she tried to find the right words for what she wanted him to know, but nothing would come out of her mouth. She just stared at him and he stared right back.
"What are you saying Monica? You want me to stay the night? I mean, I'll sleep on the couch, I'm not suggesting that we, well that we umm, I'll just sleep on the couch in case you feel unsafe again."
"I don't want you to sleep on the couch. I don't want you to sleep in my apartment." Doggett took a deep breath and then stood up. He put his hands on his hips and started to pace backwards and forwards.
"You know what Monica, next time you get scared of somethin' goin' bump in the night why don't you call someone who you actually want to be here instead of whoever you come first to alphabetically. I'm sick of being at your beckon call and then being thrown out with the trash because you need personal time. You don't know what the hell you want, I'm outta here."
"John wait!"
"What!" Doggett was back by the door and Reyes had jumped up to stand beside him. They were close and they could both sense that this close proximity was pushing their will power.
"John the reason I don't want you to stay here is because I want to go home. I want us to go home. Together." Doggett's frown and heavy breathing disappeared slowly as he registered what it was that Reyes was saying.
"Home? Home to my place?" Reyes nodded her head.
"I don't want to be alone John, I never did, even when I was adamant I was ok I wanted to be with you. I'm so sorry John, please forgive me, take me home please." As Reyes began to cry Doggett pulled her to him and held her tightly trying to repair the damage and bridge the gap that had grown between them.
"Jesus Monica. I've never met someone so stubborn that actually disagrees with themselves. Let's get out of here." Doggett opened the door and with Reyes still clinging onto him they were both startled by the person who was standing on the other side.
