Ch. 3
May 6 2005

Spoilers: Uhmmm same as mentioned before. NO more than that. Anything that happened afterwards does not count.
Legalities: I own nothing... Chris Carter owns it all.


Mulder tried to keep up with Will as he ran around the playground. Giving up, Mulder retured to the picnic table nearby to watch. Noticing he wasn't being chased anymore, Will ventured back over to his father. "Daddy, will you push me on the swing?" he asked.

Mulder stood up and followed Will over to the swings and helped him climb on. "ok, hold on tight," he said starting to push the swing.

Will was intent on watching the older kids jump off the moving swings. Deciding to try it as well, he let go of the chains and went flying off the swing. Realizing that he wasn't going to land, Will put his left hand down t break his fall. He let out a scream as all his weight came down on that arm twisting it in an unnatural way.

Mulder ran past the still moving swing and knelt down next to his crying son. "Will, what happened?" he asked trying to assess his injury. "Come on sit up."

Will clammered into a sitting position still resting his injured arm on the ground. "I tried to do dat," he said through sobs, pointing to where the older boys where still playing. "But it didn't work."

Mulder picked up Will carefully, trying not to move his injured arm too much. "You're not quite big enough yet, kid," he said starting towards the car. "Let's go, we have to get your arm looked at.

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Mulder sat on a chair next to the ER bed as the doctors put the finishing layers on Will's cast. "Keep the cast dry and come back in three weeks so we can make sure it's healing properly. We shoudl be about to take it off in about six to eight weeks," said the doctor finishing. "And, you sir. No more flying off swings ok."

Mulder put Will on his back. "Let's go home, huh. You hungry?" he asked leaving the room.

"McDonalds," he replied joyfukky. "Can we go to McDonalds, puh-lease, daddy? They have beanie babies."

"Yeah," he answered not wanting to disappoint him. "We'll stop on our way home."

TBC