A/N: Okay, so maybe some of you are thinking "Wow, this kid's pretty articulate for a seven year old." Right? You would be correct. I have no shame. I admit it, I can't really write a seven year old who's this important to plot without making him seem just a little too Einstein. so that's what we're going with. This kid? Genius. XD Because that explains his being able to talk so well and understand everything better than he actually should be able to. X And I promise, soon, Dogget and Reyes will become a bit more important. But not TOO important. I bet some of you are also thinking "YEAH RIGHT! Like they'd stand there through all that drama and not say a word!" Well, they would! O At least in this story anyway. In this story, they know their place. They are BELOW Mulder and Scully, as it should be, and they know and accept it. XD Which is smart. It makes me like them more. Anywho, I'm gonna shut up and get on with it. ------------------------------------------------------------------

The room was completely quiet except for Roman's terrified screams and the quiet sobs Billy made as he clutched at Scully, who simply rocked him, casting the occassional worried glance back at Mulder. Agents Doggett and Reyes stood silently unsure what they were expected to do. It was an awkward silence unlike any the four of them had shared before.

Billy was trembling all over. He could feel his heartbeat in his head, pounding hard and fast and louder than ever. He often had the feeling that he was trapped in a storm inside his own head. The lightning would dim and the thunder would quiet itself. But the wind and rain refused to stop, so that no matter how happy he was, no matter how clear the sky, he always felt a hint of sadness, like something was missing. Even at his incredibly young age, he felt that he had a broader grasp of life and reality than most adults, and he knew that caring, loving people were few and far between. So he decided to let them help him,before it was too late.

"My parents are dead," he said, hearing the echo of his own small voice and wondering if anyone in the universe could hear him. He could tell by the look on Dana's face that she was listening, and was ready to help him. So he went on. "There were men. They had guns. They came into our house, yelling. They shot my foster sisters in the living room, my mom in the kitchen. I was in the den with my dad and he was scared. He said he was scared for me. He helped me climb out the window and he told me to run. Don't look back, no matter what I hear. So I did. I ran as fast as I could." The boy sighed and closed his eyes, wincing. "When I was running I heard them behind me, telling me to stop. One of them tried to shoot me. I guess I ran a lot faster than they did, because after a while I couldn't hear them anymore. But I didn't stop, because I was afraid that they'd find me. So I ran until my head hurt and I couldn't feel my legs. But I tripped and hit my head on something. I think it was a tree. Then when I woke up, I was here."

Mulder walked to the bedside, rocking Roman, and sat down next to Scully. "Do you know who these men were? What they wanted?" he asked.
Billy nodded. "They wanted me"
Scully reached out gently and smoothed the boys hair down. "Why do they want you?"

Billy sat up and crossed his legs, one hand on each knee. "I can see things"
Mulder leaned forward, intrigued. "What things?" he asked, handing Roman off to Scully, who seemed more worried than anything.
"I see..." Billy closed his eyes, and thought a moment. "I see things that happened a long time ago." His eyes drifted to Scully, and he pointed with a single finger. "To you."

Everyone looked at Scully, who didn't seem very curious. In fact, she had that skeptical look on her face. But she decided that in her past experience, children didn't often make up such things. So she decided to hear him out. "What have you seen?" she asked, avoiding eye contact with all the others in the room. She didn't expect Billy to have a ready and accurate answer, but when he spoke she was in such shock she thought she'd stop breathing.

"You used to have another baby," he said, getting a far off look in his eyes. "A boy." Mulder gasped, glancing over at Scully. She didn't seem to be affected, and he was surprised. At least until he saw a single tear sliding down her cheek. He took Roman from her and turned to Monica, who nodded and carried the baby from the room. John followed, leaving Mulder and Scully alone with the boy.

"How do you know that?" Mulder asked, slipping an arm around Scully's waist and giving her a squeeze.
"I saw it." Billy said. "Everything was dark and I couldn't move, but I felt you holding my hand. Then I started seeing all these pictures that went by really fast. It was like a movie." He stared at Mulder. "You were in a lot of them"
Mulder nodded, glancing back at Scully, who hadn't made a sound. After a moment, Billy sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"My head hurts. I think I'd like to take a nap"
"Oh. Okay, yeah." Mulder said, standing up and tugging Scully to her feet. Billy lay down, burying his face in a pillow.

Mulder and Scully were silent until they got to the den. He eyed her suspiciously, wondering when she was going to speak. She didn't, only sniffled quietly and stared at the floor. Mulder reached out with one hand and cupped her chin, lifting her head until he could see her eyes. They were filled with tears and as she looked up into his eyes she lost control and began to sob. Without a word he took her into his arms and held her against his chest.
"How could he know that?" she asked, through her tears. "How could he possibly know that"
Mulder didn't answer. He only held her tighter.