Children From a Lesser God
Chapter Eight: Big Apple, Little Bug
"I thought I was being helpful", her voice sounds like she might cry.
"-Don't worry", he cuts off quickly, "it's not your fault, it's mine, but we seriously need to go now, the note the En-", he didn't have time to explain. "They're tracking the cells. I'll explain later", he says and carefully puts their valuables back into the brown bag, as if they were made of egg shells. "Throw those cells into water, while I finish packing your bag".
His forehead was throbbing. He had felt cold outside but now he was sweating.
DO NOT use the cells - he is waiting for you to use them and use it to track you down.
They didn't have time.
You were extremely lucky that I went to that particular hotel, Fox, and not someone else.
Old Smokey … that guy gives me the besiegers.
They didn't have time for anything.
What would he do to them when he found them?
Kill?
Fox's hands were shaking so much he could hardly do up the zip on the rucksack.
They just had to get out of this city, this state preferably.
They would have to trust the old dude for now.
They needed that car.
Streets too cold. Not to mention, he was sure they would be picked up quickly.
Old Smokey … that guy gives me the besiegers.
Fox, for a fashion, recognised these guys, not them per se, but guys like them, because his father was one of them. They were FBI. Or maybe even CIA. They could make people disappear just like that.
But why?!
He understood he needed to put as much distance between them and them and fast.
But he just didn't understand why, and she was no use when he tried to ask her. She just ended up crying again.
By the time he has everything packed, she is ready with the box of hair dye in her grip. He swats it out of her hand and helps her put on the rucksack, before picking up the box of dye and quickly throwing it in her bag.
"Let's go".
When they make it down one flight of stairs, he forcibly untangles his hand from hers to search for the fire alarm which he is certain will be in the same place as the other one.
It is, and with one last look at her, he screws his eyes shut and elbows the alarm again, before rushing back to her, and continuing their way back down the steps, a loud chorus of protestations swelling up behind them.
Excluding the the blaring sound of the alarm ringing, the study area on the ground floor is generally quiet. Fox finds it quite eerie but forces himself to reason it is because it is still early. The few students that are downstairs are leisurely gathering their cell phones and other items they deem inseparable and huffing their way to the exit when Fox gets an idea.
If one of them is still logged on… It's too early to go out now anyway, they need a crowd that they can blend into.
Fox doesn't know why luck is suddenly on his side when the first abandoned computer he goes to is still logged on.
"Take a seat and keep low", he whispers to her, because she had been standing nervously next to him. He slinks off the chair and lets her sit on it while he opens Craigslist.
"What are you doing?" She whispers.
Really he doesn't know why they are whispering.
"Trying to find us another car. We have money now. It will be safer".
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her nervously wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Check to see if the girl had anything useful in her bag". He eyes the red jumper on the back of the chair. "Wear her jumper too", he thinks to the CCTV photograph they have of them in the same clothes they have been wearing the past, what is it, three days now?
Fox is on the State College's Craigslist 'For Sale' site, he browses the list. Motorcycle, that glistens in his eye. Wouldn't that be the dream?! But then, Fox doesn't know the first thing about driving a motorcycle.
There were a lot of them.
What zip code were they in?
Fox looks around the screen for help and spies that the time is 8:04, before googling it.
There was a 2006 Honda Civic for $3500 near State College. That was a lot more than he had in mind. He thought he could get one for like $600.
It was starting to get louder as more people were evacuating the premises. Now was their time to move. It had been a good idea, but really they needed more time, and a cell phone.
"We should go. Did you find anything?" He turns to her, happy to see that she has listened to his instructions and put on the wool jumper. She also has a black scarf hanging on her shoulders. "That's good, it hides your bump".
She indicates to the floor on her right, to what looks like to be a pile of outerwear, obviously ready for her getting to her first period.
"Put it all on", he instructs and decides he should find something similar too.
Which he does on the computer just next to them. Maybe they were study buddies? Fox quickly wraps up in the guys outerwear. He picks up the guys pencil case and notepad and stuffs them into her bag too, because he had just been thinking earlier how he really needed a pen and paper. He does consider whether they should take both their bags as well, because who is he to know what gold mines would be in them, but then decides against it.
Dana Katherine Scully.
The goldmine she had been slugging around, completely unaware to the both of them.
He smiles wildly at her and she nervously smiles back before giving him a full watt smile, and for some reason, at that moment, he thinks everything is going to be okay.
He offers her a gloved hand and they walk out to the commotion together. He knows where the Waffle Shop the English dude was referring too. Less than a five minute walk down the road. It is on the route from the Greyhound Station to the hotel they stayed in. Fox remembers because it smelt so good outside the restaurant.
"Keep your head down and just walk and follow my lead", Fox says when they reach the gates.
She squeezes his hand in affirmation.
He decides to follow his own instructions of keeping his head down. Nothing will do them any good if he is looking around frantically. Their newly claimed winter gear will have to do for now as a disguise. Fox guides them across the road and then counts the steps until he smells the Waffle Shop.
Lifting his head for the first time, he surveys the area.
Everything looks normal.
He takes a deep breath and leads them into the carpark.
Now what.
How is he supposed to know what car?
He uses his teeth to pull off his glove and takes the single key out of his pocket and presses the automatic lock button.
A car makes a sound.
"Over there" She whispers and directs him to the opposite direction.
The car she stops in front is a blacked out black jeep. It was too obvious but at the same time perfect. No-one would expect two teenagers would be in a car like that.
"Let's get in".
He drives away even before he even has his seatbelt on, or makes sure that she has hers on.
He decides to go back the way they came as it had the least traffic.
When they reach some traffic back at the cross roads. He allows himself to take off all his layers and puts his seat belt on.
When they hit traffic again near Tusseyville he tells her were her croissants are and asks her to get out a pen and paper so they can make a list of what they need to buy.
They added and subtracted from it in the near twenty minute standstill, but it started with:
Wig
Dark tan
Contacts
Laptops
Cell phones
Car
She did it so studiously and seriously and as they waited in the slow moving traffic, he loved watching the way her eyebrows knitted together as she wrote down what he said diligently, she also slightly bit the bottom of her lip as she did. The way her eyes and mouth pop open as she thinks of something to add to the list, or the way they purse as they negotiate what is and is not necessary.
In the car his father got him he felt out of control, which ultimately resounded in him going out of control in the car. In Sarah's dad's car he felt in control but with danger still hot on his heels. In this oversized comfortable jeep, for the first time, he felt safe. He felt she was safe. She looked as though she felt safe. He noticed through his glimpses of her, that she allowed herself to smile more and be more free with her emotions.
The problem was, Fox knew it was all a facade. They were not safe and no matter how much he wanted to, he could not trust that guy. When they approached Lewistown and he saw a sign for the Amtrak, it was very difficult to let the jeep go. Fox could tell by her face that she did too.
Both of them dressed in their new sets of clothes they picked up from a thrift shop, she had the same longing in her eyes as she dumped her converse along with the rest of the their clothes in the thrift bin.
They bought tickets to the first train out, which was to NYC. Fox reasoned why not. It was big, he knew his way around, they could get lost easily and they should find everything they needed easily on hand - unlike they had driving through Penn State to Lewistown, which seemed to be nothing but churches and autoshops.
~xXx~
Saturday 19th October
New York, New York
They had been in the city for just over four days now, but it still hadn't been a week since they had left Maryland.
This time last week, Fox had still been seventeen years old and was excited about turning eighteen the next day. Now, he would give anything to still be seventeen. Not only for the obvious reason of the shit heap he was currently in, that just kept piling, piling, everyday the more Fox thought and worried about it with no solid affirmation that his 'solutions' were actually solutions, but also because he wouldn't have the issue of trying to keep his hands off Dana.
Granted, if he were to hierarchy all the issues currently on his list, this one should be at the very bottom, but it was the issue that was in the most imminent danger of being compromised. He had been on his best behaviour, and there had only really been one real incident. A repeat of the motel room. He had been helping her wash the hair dye out her hair. After, he had helped her off her knees. He was going to pass her the towel, he was, he had it in his hand, but then he had stupidly watched the drips fall off the ends of her hair down her vest top.
Seriously, who still wore vest tops?
Again, she had nothing on underneath, and he could see the dusky pink of her perfect nipples. He was transported back to the motel room and remembered how soft and warm they felt under his strokes. He'd stepped closer to her and could feel her breathing become more haggard, and that was it, he pushed her against the bathroom tiles, sucking her tongue, biting and nipping her lips, devouring her all over again. How could something that felt so right, perfect, and good, be so wrong?
Again, they hadn't gone all the way and he had chastised himself again thoroughly, sentencing himself to atonement, but there was only one bed - a sofa bed, and after trying to sleep on the hardwood floor with a blanket, he'd given up.
"I'm ready", she says, and Fox turns to look at her. He has to compliment the clothes she found, they hide her bump very well; and with her now platinum blonde hair and brown contacts that arrived for them both yesterday, she looks virtually unrecognisable.
He stands, nodding. They're going to look at a car that he found advertised on Craigslist. With the City's prices, they can't stay here long, their money will run out before the baby is even born and the more Fox reads into newborns and the cost of caring for newborns, the more that pile keeps piling. "Did you remember to take your vitamins?"
She nods. Shy, embarrassed. His tiny, delicate bird. She had been forgetting to take her medication and she had almost keeled over in the clothes shop on Wednesday. Fox didn't blame her, even he had been exhausted with everything they had tried to fit in that day, with everything that had happened to them the last few days on minimal sleep and sheer fear and adrenaline; and he wasn't carrying all that extra weight of something who was sucking everything he could from her.
He had read her file now three times whilst he watched her peacefully sleep straight through two days, only rising to eat and use the bathroom.
He had read the labels and read up on every pill bottle she had been prescribed - and it had been extensive. And he was anxious to read the reports online, but didn't dare for fear it would highlight where they were.
In the rare fifteen minutes he had left her in the studio to pick up some small groceries from the nearby bodega, he had scoured the newspaper stands extensively for anything on her, but so far nothing. He guessed too much time had passed. On the one hand, he was surprised that he hadn't heard of her before, her story, but on the otherhand he was not surprised. Until last week, Fox had been so wrapped up in his own bubble to see past the end of his nose.
Dana Katherine Scully. There were three files in the brown envelope - photocopies, and it had all been very matter of fact, but pretty much the summary of the first page was that she was five months pregnant when she had first arrived. She had been accidentally or purposefully impregnanted with SP0034 aged fourteen years old when at a routine doctors appointment with the rogue and deceased Dr Ernest Calderon. Before his suicide, Dr Calderon had destroyed all files and research relating to the Syndicate Project, SP00034, the baby she was pregnant with, was the only viable specimen.
The second page had the list of medication prescribed to her, 'so the host may survive the pregnancy and bring the specimen to full term', Fox still found very harrowing to read.
The third file had been a photocopy from the San Diego Union Tribune, 'Local Church Rejoices over Immaculate Conception of Fourteen Year Old Member'. There had only been a photograph of the church, and no names were given but it stated that the girl had been checked by her local physician and stated without a doubt the expectant mother was still a virgin and was not and had not been sexually active.
There were also two sonograms. One showed something that didn't look more to Fox than splodges on an old fashioned projector. The second one looked more like a human baby, because 'specimen', 'project', and 'SP00034', did make Fox wonder whether what was in side her was actually human. But it was a human baby boy - Fox had made his own affirmation of the sonogram with the aid of google. She hadn't been just referring to the baby as a 'he' out of politeness, the baby inside her was a boy. And she was now nearing seven months pregnant, so they had just over two months before the baby was due, and this website that he had been researching from stated that even that wasn't a given, the baby could now in fact be born any day! And they so weren't ready for that! They needed diapers, they needed small clothes, they needed pacifiers-
"-Fox?" She asks nervously, her fingers playing with the toggles of her coat. "Are we going?"
Now he was the one that constantly looked like the deer in the headlights.
She looks like her old self standing there waiting for him, that mild impatience and anxiousness to fly. He guesses she has been inside for almost three days. Her bed rest had made them both well, his knee, elbow and hand pain are just a memory. He guesses he will have the scar on his wrist for a while, but Fox finds he doesn't mind that. She woke up with a full appetite for food, fresh air and adventure yesterday afternoon, but he made her stay in one more day because she still had a temperature. It was only a little bug and she was over it now. His little bird is ready to fly again.
Fox grabs her hand and pulls her into a kiss, to which she readily accepts. They stare into each others' eyes briefly before Fox kisses her again on her forehead. "Let's go". He puts on her hat for her, before putting on his, then passes her sunglasses before putting on his. He then, hand in hand, walks them out the door.
~xXx~
So there had been perhaps more than one incident. Incidents that they kept getting better at, they way her nails scratched the back of his neck this morning... The barriers were truly broken now. He couldn't help it, he was attracted to her, and not just sexually, he wanted to be near her, always, touching her. They're kissing before they fall asleep in each others arms at night, and they wake up kissing in each others arms.
She shifts slightly next to him and Fox pulls his attention from their combined hands to look at her. Something outside the subway window has caught her attention and Fox thinks how intune he is with her body and her movements. The way the sunlight shines on her now made her look even more beautiful, like she's some kind of angel.
He hasn't mentioned to her that he had read her file, he doesn't want to burst that bubble. He just has this feeling she won't be too happy about him reading it without her permission.
Just then, she turns her head to look at him. She smiles, one of her big watt happy smiles, she has been doing that a lot lately and it makes Fox feel truly accomplished. Her eyes lower to his lips, but she just gives his hand a squeeze before staring back out the window.
Fox rests his heavy head on her shoulder.
~xXx~
Fox wasn't happy with the car. It didn't look safe enough and he didn't trust the person who was trying to sell it. Fox was internally hanging himself for choking and leaving that SUV back in Pennsylvania. Even that he just left it, without even trying to sell it first. That was probably at least $14,000 he pissed away.
She suggested they take a walk and she dragged him around Central Park for what could have been ten minutes or a two hours before suggesting they set to completing their list.
"Here", Fox passed her the item he had found.
She turns to look at him with an amused expression that makes her look much older than her age, but then visibly startles when he sees what he has handed to her.
It's Fox's turn to look amused now.
She had probably thought he had interrupted her again with another bra for her - which although she had to change the measurements, she does now have a total of three in the basket. The one that he picked out with the matching underwear, and then two boring cloth ones that didn't look much different to the vest top material, not what he would have picked, but at least she put in one of his choices. He had stuck close to her though while she browsed the underwear section, watching her scrutinise each item she picked up, but now she was back in the normal clothes section and had once again lost his interest. He appreciated that she was being careful with her choice, their funds and packing space were very limited as they agreed that everything must still fit in their two rucksacks, but he didn't know why it took her so long, he had finished a good half an hour ago, picking up a pack of boxers, socks, a few t-shirts; and another pair of jeans she insisted he needed.
"I thought it looked cute", he says, watching her face carefully.
There was a small smile on her face, a longing in now watery eyes as she held the newborn baby suit with an orange apple on it. He hadn't meant to be looking, he was just bored, and there were probably so many cuter things she'd much prefer, but it had caught his attention and seemed poignant for where they were and what they seemed to be establishing. But now that he looked at his choice properly, it was a little pink coloured rather than the white he initially saw it as and so probably for a girl and apples weren't orange, but she placed it in the basket before he could snatch it back.
"It's adorable, Fox", and she sounded like she really meant it.
So he placed the orange woollen socks and hat that he had hidden further in the basket, on top. It was what the baby dummy had also worn.
She rested her hands on them and blinked away whatever tears were threatening to fall, before continuing scrutinising the two sweatshirts in her hand.
Fox smiles, swinging their basket slightly in his glee, glad that he made good, necessary choices when it came to clothes shopping. Things she obviously had forgotten and he was happy to help fill. She needed to start looking for the baby, it wouldn't be too long now.
~xXx~
Later that evening, Fox is sat on the studio rental's small dining table hunched over the Mac totalling sums. What they had bought, what they still need to buy, they still hadn't gotten everything on the list. A lot of that had to do with her being MIA for the past three days, rending him the same as you know, he didn't want to just leave her. It wasn't safe.
The Mac probably wasn't the wisest choice considering how far they had to make their admittedly now large budget stretch, but it was almost automatic. And the Apple store had still been open, all shiny and welcoming and offering student discount, which they both had now thanks to their aliases, Robert Klein and Laura Petrie.
Their clothes shop hadn't been that expensive either, although Fox was put out that the store didn't offer student discount. He thought that was pretty much a pre-requisite for big brand stores. He would have left their basket then and there if he hadn't dreaded another hour of waiting for her to re-do her shop. Still, necessary clothes had had been bought for the two of them and it could be stricken off their list, with the added first outfit for the baby. For now everything still fit in the two rucksacks, although Fox guessed that the more they accumulated for the baby, another rucksack would have to be purchased.
He hadn't realised he had his head in his hands until she unravelled him and places kisses his forehead.
He meets her kisses.
She's busy making dinner. Something vegetarian. Fox doesn't mind the loss of the meat, the food is cheaper and she makes it taste nice enough. She's also doing another load of washing, she had done one just this morning which Fox put out to dry while he was waiting for her to get ready. Although that was bedding and this is clothing. It did seem a bit unnecessary to Fox because they had just bought new clothes and why hadn't she just washed everything together earlier? But then they're not paying any bills, everything is included in the price of their week stay. She can wash clothes three times a day for all he cares.
He's about to pull her on to her lap, so things can really get fun, when she pulls away. "You OK?" she asks.
He was starting to be, he thinks. Before she pulled away. "I'm trying to find us somewhere we can live for an extended time for when the baby is born".
"What have you found?" She asks, well and truly leaving his side to tend to whatever she was cooking. Smelt like bolognase, and considering the spaghetti pack left on the side. Fox quickly closes the tab on age of consent laws, clearing the day's history. Thankful that tab hadn't been on the screen.
"What have you found?"
Fox shrugs. Nothing. That and he keeps getting distracted with opening tabs about cars for sale, various baby queries, cash in hand jobs, state laws on the age of consent; scouring the news for articles on her, on his father, anything that relates to his current predicament.
"Maybe you should just search, 'where is the cheapest place to live in America?" She suggests.
Smart.
"I could have a look later", she walks back over to him and he thinks she is going to start kissing him again, but she closes the screen on the laptop instead. "Have a rest, I'll let you know when food is ready".
She picks up the laptop and places it on the counter top near where she is cooking, opening it and starts her own search.
Fox congratulates himself again for his intuition.
He allows himself to admire her form for a few minutes. She's wearing what she calls 'lounge clothes'. She insisted last minute that they both had to have them because they would save wearing out their regular clothes. His are just black joggers and a matching black long sleeved t-shirt. She's barefoot with her hair tied on top, stray hairs falling out of the tie and flutter against her neck. She is wearing some kind of cosmos leggings that stick to her like a second skin, her baggy black sweater however, ruins everything.
The sweater rustles, and Fox looks up from where her perfectly formed ass would have been to find that she has caught him staring. Her eyebrows raised high at him.
She should have insisted they bought proper pyjamas too.
He smiles, walks over to her and sees she is watching a video on knitting. She had bought wool and knitting tools from a quirky shop earlier today and said she was going to attempt to make a baby blanket.
He plants a kiss on the back of her head, before collapsing on the sofa bed for a nap, or find something on Netflix.
~xXx~
Sunday 20th October
New York, New York
In the morning, he surprises her with tickets to a broadway show. It was officially a week since they had been on the run, Fox wants to commemorate it.
"What will you have us do to celebrate a month or a year?" She laughs.
Fox knew how he was going to celebrate her turning fifteen.
"Well the baby will be here by then" He points out, and she shuffles away from him slightly to rub her stomach. She had started her blanket, it looks good so far, but it still has a long way to go. She said she is doing it so slowly, so she doesn't make any mistakes.
"It's an evening show. What shall we do to pass the time?" He asks.
She side eyes him. Jumping to conclusions, or maybe not.
"I'll make something nice for dinner", she suggests. "We should go for a walk too", she continues and Fox turns on his side to look at her properly. She really was perfect, his eyes trailing her bare legs. "Fresh air and exercise. There are so many free museums too. Maybe we could have a large lunch here and a small dinner out? Or I could make some sandwiches?" She turns her head to look at him, to find him looking straight back at her.
"Whatever you like", and he closes the gap between them to give her a kiss.
Things get heated pretty quickly. They just keep getting better together, and just so in synch with one another.
Fox has to pull away, but she continues chasing his lips.
He lets her catch them but when he starts bucking his hips he pulls himself away.
"I have to stop", he says breathlessly.
"Not yet", she croons and shit does that go straight to his groin.
"I have to, or I won't be able to stop", his hand moves to gently hold her jaw in place. "You do understand what I mean, right?"
She downcasts her eyes, licking her perfectly puffy pink lips and nods.
The report had said that she was a virgin.
They pull away from each other completely and sit up against the pillows.
Fox steals a look at her. Her whole body is flushed pink. They decided against the tans. They didn't want any of the chemicals to affect the baby and when Fox had read up on the maintenance, he decided it wasn't for him either.
"Hey", he grabs her hand and threads it through his. "Let's not do anything serious", and he could feel his own cheeks going red and concentrates on their grip instead of her face. "Let's not go the full way until after the baby is born?" He says, his heart hammering for some unknown reason. Because it had to be said, and he was the adult. He is pretty sure if he was having this conversation with Sarah it wouldn't be so awkward.
Had anything ever been awkward with Sarah?
"I mean I don't want to hurt the baby. Also there's the age difference", Fox swallowed hard, his gaze intent on how his thumb was digging into her hand.
Her whole body suddenly flinched, and he loosened his grip, his thumb gently rubbing her abused skin.
"You're fourteen", and he moves his gaze to make eye contact with her.
She nods.
Fuck.
Any hope Fox was holding on to.
"And I'm now eighteen. So technically us having sex would be illegal. I could end up going to prison", it was getting easier for the words to come out his mouth, and he didn't pull his gaze off her.
She was red all over like a beetroot.
"-I would never", she says quickly. And although he thought it impossible, she flushes an even deeper red. "I would never tell anyone. I would never let you get hurt. Fox, you've been so nice to me".
Something horrible creeps in the bottom of his stomach, and for a second he thinks he might gag. He untangles his hand from her as carefully as possible whilst his hand visibly shakes. "You realise, Dana. You don't have to be nice to me because you think it's some kind of ...payment. I told you before", and he tried to keep his voice steady and not get angry at her, "I'm not like that, I would help you regardless".
"Oh Fox", she says, suddenly climbing on him. His head in her chest, whilst her hands wrap around his head, her stomach heavy on the left side of him. "It's not like that. I don't see it like that at all. Please believe me", and she moves off him to sit up, her vest top having ridden up to expose her stomach fully to him.
It still baffles him that there is another life inside her.
"I... well I... I", he looks up as she struggles to formulate words.
She is looking away from him but he can see tears in her eyes.
"I like you a lot", she resolves.
"I like you a lot too", he answers, her lips smile, and she flashes him a quick look.
They sit in silence for a while, Fox contemplating whether he should mention reading her file whilst they were on the topic of embarrassing conversations. But then decides against it. He wanted to enjoy today, there was already enough uncomfort, it could save for another day.
~xXx~
Tuesday 22nd October
New York, New York
09:12
Moving day. They were packed. Everything had been washed and dried and neatly organised in their rucksacks. The key was back in the key box and they had officially said goodbye to their temporary studio accommodation. They were now walking the short distance to the grey 2007 Honda Odyssey seven seater they purchased in Queens on Monday. It was a mini van which was probably a bit excessive for them but it would definitely fit all of theirs' and the baby's stuff, the house in the background of the advert looked like it was owned by nice people - which it was, and as bleak as it sounds, there was space for the both of them to sleep.
They had parked it a few blocks away, just to be safe, not that anyone would have really been paying attention to them - hopefully. They didn't even meet the people who owned the rental, they were just given a pin code.
Dana's search had been useful, and they had narrowed it down to three places. Rather than picking just one, they decided they would make a road trip of it because it was probably safer to not be places too long and also that way they could decide where was best for them. First stop was Buffalo, New York; they probably wouldn't stay there long, but Fox had found somewhere suitable for two weeks this time. Dayton, Ohio was where Fox wanted them to be when the baby was born. It was apparently a cheaper place to live, which was important considering they would probably look to be there for three months even. It was also close to the motorways which was very important if they needed to make a quick getaway, but most importantly, it had very good hospitals. Omaha, Nebraska would be their next stop as it apparently had lots of young people and good wages. Las Vegas, Nevada and San Antonio, Texas were also later possibilities.
"You ready?" Fox turned to look at her before he started the ignition. They were both belted in. The car looked gigantic with just their two rucksacks on the back seat. It had taken Fox a while to find a large enough parking spot. But the place Fox had found had free parking. It was also half the cost they had paid for the studio, but it had three beds. There were some for even a third of the cost, but that was out in the sticks, and Fox was worried about nosy neighbours, especially after they would have just come from the elusiveness of NYC.
"Ready", she replied.
"Well, lets go", Fox said, feeling the most confident and calm he had felt in a car since his father had first told him to 'drive'.
AN:/ Another chapter in complete, things are looking promising. Not only for this fic finishing but for Fox and Dana? Maybe ;) Thanks to everyone for sticking with it and your reviews, you make me even more determined to finish it. Not that I don't enjoy writing this - I do. And we've finally learnt a bit more about Dana and her baby - it wouldn't be one of my fics - or an x-files fic - if there wasn't some kind of alien super soldier story line going on. Until next update!