Hey guys, I finally updated. Sorry this one took so long and the painful irony. After I read ElleThom's review, I knew that I could always update regularly. Well, we all know how that one worked out. Hey! and this chapter is actually substantial! There's a first. Okay, I'll stop bothering you know, I hope you like it.

Sounds were rushing around the little boy as his eyes fluttered open. He found himself in a white, white room surrounded with machines constantly beeping. Then, all of a sudden, he felt like he was choking. He wheezed until he started screaming. He was dying, the little boy was suffocating and no one was coming. It felt like there was something shoved down his throat and someone was holding it to make sure it stayed there.

Tears started to gush out of his small eyes as he cried for someone to come. He kept looking around to see if there was anyone coming, but everything was getting blurry, everything was slowly going black until he saw a man rush in with a nurse. He was a tall man with dark brown hair who held the little boy's hand as the tube was slowly removed from his throat.

"It's okay Ben, it's okay buddy, the tube is just there to help you, you're going to be okay bud, just stay with us Ben. You're going to be just fine." The man spoke in a soothing, but worried voice. Ben knew it was his father comforting him; his father was the one holding back tears as Ben felt his breath leaving him.

"Come on, bud, it's almost out, you're going to be just fine. Come on Ben, you're going to be okay." Mulder said as the tube finally made its way out of Ben's throat, but the tears kept falling from Ben's eyes as he held onto his father in a hug. His father was trying to stay strong for his son, but the tears were threatening his fragile lids.

"I was so scared Dad, I was so scared." Ben sobbed as Mulder stroked Ben's hair. The two pulled away from the hug and Ben and Mulder looked at each other as Mulder pushed the sweaty hair off of his son's forehead.

"It's okay now bud, you're just fine. I'm not going to let anything happen to you ever again. You're going to be just fine." Mulder's attempts to keep the tears in his watery eyes failed as the salty drops burst through his flaps of skin and ran down his face. He grasped his son once again and wondered how he could have down this to his own flesh.

"Why was there a tube down my throat Dad?" Ben asked as his sobs started to subside. Mulder's morose state came upon him so quickly that his stomach started to tremble as he stared into his son's querying eyes.

"I – You were in a coma Ben. You, uh, you just didn't have enough insulin and then the ketones just got way too high and…" Mulder stopped as his tears ran full speed down his face. He looked at the floor with an intensity that scared Ben as Mulder watched his tears puddle. "I'm so sorry buddy, I'm so sorry. I wasn't even thinking. I just went out and I thought you could take care of yourself and I didn't put the insulin out and I'm-" Mulder was cut off by his son's hand grasping his.

"Dad, it's not your fault, you were doing the best you could. You were trying to save Dana. No one can save the world Dad." Mulder looked up at Ben and took hold of his son. There was a silence that had to come with the moment. If they had started talking, Ben's words would have meant nothing, Mulder had to let the thoughts only a child was capable of speaking sink in. He could not believe those words yet, but he was slowly starting to know that Ben was wise beyond his years.

Mulder released his son from his grasp and looked at the pale little boy. "You know, speaking of Scully, I'm sure that she would love to see you." Ben's face lit up at the thought of this. He had never known his mother. As long as the little boy could remember, it had always just been him and his dad, and the thought of his only motherly figure wanting to see him pulled at his heart strings unconsciously.

"Really!"

"Of course bud, she's always happy to see you. Hey, who knows, maybe she'll even play poker with you." At this the two raised their eyebrows in unison, it was their father-son code of enjoyment. Although it was somewhat of an unconventional idea, at six, Ben was an excellent poker player. Mulder did want his son to play with some discretion, so instead of playing for money, they had always played for M&Ms.

"When can we go and see her? Is she feeling better now? Can we go and see her now! Please, please, please?" Mulder felt his fathering instinct kick in. His son needed to rest, but the pleading look on the little boy's face overtook Mulder. He had missed seeing his son smile and he could not turn the child down.

"Okay, okay, we'll go. But you have to promise me that you'll take a nap afterwards okay, I want you to get some rest, okay. If you don't get rest, you won't get better alright, and I want your health to be fully restored so you can run wild all day long."

"ALL RIGHT!" Ben triumphantly announced, but as his eyes shined, his face became pale once more. "Dad," Ben choked out and the smile that had become stationary on his face became invisible once more. Ben's breaths became shallow as he gasped. He was suffocating. Everything had slowed down. The world was going in slow motion around Mulder. He looked up and around and he started screaming. Why wasn't anyone coming? Why wasn't anyone coming to help him? Why wasn't anyone coming to save his son?

"Please! Please help me!" Mulder cried as the beeps on the heart monitor started to slow. Why was no one coming? "PLEASE! SOMEONE PLEASE COME! He's dying! Someone please come!" Mulder's words became slowed as two nurses and a doctor rushed into the room. Mulder never let go of Ben's hand as the women tried to start his son's heart; trying to save him as the world was falling apart.

"We've got a pulse," one of them said as Mulder looked up at the heart monitor as the reassuring 'beeps' had started again. They were maintaining their pace as Mulder stared at his son and the world faded away…

"Hey Laura, where's Ben's bottle? I can't find it anywhere." Fox Mulder called out to his wife of two months. They had gotten married a month after their son had been born. They were in harmony. It was true love and baby makes three, nothing could ever break them down.

"Laura? Laura?" Mulder called as he put down the small baby he had been carrying in his arms. Mulder walked to the bathroom door, his wife was on the other side of the wooden plank taking a bath. "Laura, are you okay?" There was no answer. Mulder grabbed hold of the doorknob and twisted. It was locked; he was being forced away from his wife slowly by a piece of metal.

"Laura! LAURA!" Mulder screamed as he tried desperately to open the sealed door. He started banging against it with all of his body weight. Mulder had never been very religious, but now he found himself praying to whatever God there was that would listen, that his wife was alright.

Finally the door was ripped open, but it was not the sight that was desired, it was not what Fox Mulder had prayed for.

Tears were forming in his shadowy eyes as he froze. He could only see the top of his wife's head. This is not happening. This is not happening.

Mulder rushed over to his wife's side and lifted her out of the bathtub. He lay her head down between his bent knees and stroked her sopping hair and prayed for her pale face to come alive, to flush with feeling again, but no matter how many times he recited "I Love You, please just don't go," her eyes would not open and her mouth would curve up on either side, telling him that everything would be alright.

"No, no, no, no," Mulder softly spewed as he rocked his wife back and forth, never loosening his grip on her cold body.

The sounds of a deep, but feminine "Mr. Mulder?" brought Mulder out of his nightmare only to present him with another one.

"Mr. Mulder, your son seems to be suffering from a rare Respiratory disease that is not allowing his lungs and diaphragm to work correctly. The diaphragm contracts so you can breathe in and relaxes, and therefore expands, when you let out a breath. In your son's case, the diaphragm is malfunctioning. It is expanding to twice its size and is constantly putting pressure on the lungs." Mulder looked at the dark woman who stood in front of him. Her white coat made him feel like it was so many years ago. The white coat stuck out and it followed his every thought. He remembered visiting Laura when she had her first brush with death. She was a diabetic like her son and she had stopped taking her medication.

After the hearse had arrived and taken her away a year after the first incident, he had looked in the cabinet above the bathroom sink. She had not taken her medication for three weeks. Her cause of death was determined as Ketoacidosis, but Mulder knew that was only half of the story. The other half was misery and the cuts in her wrists proved it.

"Because your son is so young, if this malfunction does not correct itself then he may have this problem for the rest of his life. To ensure his future safety and well-being, we will have to perform an operation to fix this." Mulder stared at the woman and wondered why this was happening again. Why was it the same white coat it always was? Why couldn't everyone be just fine? "So, feel free to stay with your son and I'll come in later and bring you some forms to sign, stating surgery specifications."

"Thank you," Mulder was even amazed that the words had made their way out of his mouth. It was almost a miracle, but there would be no other miracles. Mulder looked at his son and reached for the little boy's hand. It was warm.

Alright, thank you for making it all of the way through this, I am very proud of you, and I hope you liked it. If you thought it sucked, tell me what I can change and we'll all be happy and we'll dance around listening to Marilyn Manson...anyway... I did have to change the rating because of the suicide, if no one guessed, so if someone if offended by that switch, then I'm going to guess that you can send me hate mail. Yay! Hate Mail! Anyway, here are some shout outs to the people who reviewed (there are more than ever this time!):
ElleThom: Sorry this one took so long and I hope that I didn't let you down.
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Anway, I'm stopping, I'm just a little happy right now. But thank you all again for reading and updating, I love your feedback.
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