Last Wish
Part 3
By
Trycee
Time-Line: Alternative Universe. Season 10 After Home Again and before My Struggle II.
Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.
She had been waiting over a week for word before her friend Joseph Billings finally called her. Mrs. Van DeKamp sat on her sofa with her husband standing behind her, as she waited patiently, listening to Joe, explain the steps he and his allies had taken to obtain the information on Williams birth parents. She was on pins and needles and could care less about the details as she waited for him to get to the point. All she wanted to know was if he or his connections had indeed found William's birth parents. Mrs. Van DeKamp placed the phone on speaker so her husband could hear as well.
"Well, this will probably shock you. As you know, William was born in Washington, D.C."
"Yes," she answered. "We of course knew that."
"But, what you didn't know was that the reason William was adopted and placed here in Wyoming was because we have strict closed adoption laws."
"So, his mother didn't want to be found?"
"It's not like that," Joseph continued. "It was because someone was after his birth mother and was after him..."
Mrs. Van DeKamp stood up suddenly. "Was it a case of domestic abuse? Was his father after her?"
Joseph laughed heartily. "Ah...no. His mother graduated from University of Maryland at the top of her class. She is a highly accredited Physician, a Surgeon, a Pathologist and a former FBI Agent."
"An FBI agent," Mrs. Van DeKamp answered, surprised. She felt a pang of jealously at the information. "She's all that and a doctor?" She glanced down at her simple floral dress and rebuked herself for feeling inadequate.
"Yes. Well, she was. She left the FBI after a few years, not long after William was born. William's Father was also a FBI Agent as well. Oxford educated as a Psychologist and as a Criminal Profiler in the FBI. He was so successful that they allowed him his own division within the FBI, which is where he met, William's mother. She was assigned to work in that division."
"Looks like they became more than just co-workers," Mr. Van DeKamp stated.
"Seems to be," Joe added.
"Is she still alive?", Mrs. Van DeKamp asked.
"There's no death record for her, so yes. But, there is a death record for William's father though."
"Oh No...", she exclaimed.
"How'd he die?, her husband asked.
Joe contined to read off of his computer screen. "William's father's death record is dated a few months before William was born. He was missing for about three months. The FBI launched a search for him. He was found dead. So a few months later, William was born. She apparently attempted to keep him but her life was in danger. And Williams..."
"That explains so much," Mrs. Van DeKamp sighed. "We were told by the Agency that she gave William up reluctantly and with a great deal of pain. That explains so much...", she said, looking at her husband.
He reached out and held her arm, trying to calm her as she continued. "His mother was all alone after Williams father died but she loved her son enough to give him to us."
"She did," Mr. Van DeKamp agreed.
"Yeah," she sighed.
"She loved him," Mr. Van DeKamp sighed. "God bless her."
Joe continued, "So, I have her name and I have William's father's name. Do you have a pen?"
She pulled away from her husband and started searching around the living room frantically until she found one. She tore off a piece of paper. "Go ahead."
"Her name is Dana Scully. Dr. Dana Katherine Scully."
"Dana Scully...," she said, savoring the name.
"And his father is Fox William Mulder."
"William...So he was named after his father."
Joseph paused and checked his screen. "Yeah, looks like it. You know what...hold on. I think I'll google Dr. Dana Scully and see if I can get something on her."
Mrs. Van DeKamp waited with baited breath as the minutes ticked by.
"Wow...," Jo spoke into the phone. "She is a Surgical Assistant at Our Lady of Sorrows in Washington D.C. She has accommodations out the ying-yang."
"Really?", Mrs. Van DeKamp asked.
"Yeah. She is listed on the Hospitals webpage."
Mrs. Van DeKamp snapped her fingers at her husband and whispered, "Laptop."
He rushed to get it and returned. She quickly typed in the name, Dr. Dana Scully, Our Lady of Sorrows. Both Van De Kamps gasped as they looked at the photo in front of them. Mrs. Van DeKamp began to cry. "Oh my god, it's William..."
They stared at her photo and glanced at each other. "He looks identical to her. I am shaking," Mrs. Van DeKamp gulped.
The read and re-read her profile, taking in her education, FBI history and all of her accomplishments. And then Mrs. Van DeKamp turned to her husband. "OMG, honey. It just registered in my slow brain. She's a DOCTOR. She's a DOCTOR," she screamed, tossing the phone down with Joe still on the line, all but forgotten. "We need to book plane tickets."
Mr. Van DeKamp grabbed up the phone, "Joe?"
"Yeah, I'm still here, " he laughed. "I think booking tickets is a great idea. Let me know and I could fly into D.C. and meet you there."
"You would do that?"
"D.C. isn't like Jackson or any place in Wyoming. Washington D.C. can be a scary place. I used to live in D.C. so I know my way around. I could help if you need me."
"Thanks so much, Joe. We'll be trying to fly out, asap. We'll contact you in a few hours."
"Good deal. Talk to you soon."
Mr. Van De Kamp hung up the phone. He stared back at the photo of William's mother. She was a very beautiful woman, he noted. He wondered if she ever thought about her son. She had certainly achieved a great deal since giving up her son. He could see his wife scrambling around like a chicken with her head cut off. "Hon...first off, shouldn't we wait until Will gets home from school to tell him."
She sighed. "Maybe we should wait to tell him. Maybe we should call the Jacobson's and tell them to look after the farm for us for awhile while we're gone," she said, looking around. "We need to get tickets, and pack our suitcases and get Will's medicine..."
"Okay...," he said, standing up. "I'll get the tickets and you do the packing. But what do we tell William?"
"We'll tell him that a new hospital is interested in seeing him."
"Should we really get his hopes up like that, that we'll find a cure?"
"I don't want to overwhelm him. He's been so sick lately and weak. I really just want to give it time to sink into our heads first before we spring this on him."
"So we wait until we're in front of her? I don't think so."
She threw up her hands. "I don't know. I just don't know. This is all happening so fast. I only know that this is our sons Last Wish and we have her name now. We know where she is. I just know that we need to get to her soon before..."
"Don't say it," he said, plopping back down and typing in the laptops. "You want to leave tonight or tomorrow?"
"Tonight," she said, exhaustively. "Tonight...we need to get there."
They hadn't heard the small handicap school bus pull up in front of their home with a weak but determined William in it. They were surprised when the front door opened and William walked in with a smile gracing his face. His mother looked at him curiosly. "Will? Something good happened at school?"
"You found her," he grinned.
"How did you...", she said, shocked. "How did you know."
He smiled back at them. "We leave tonight?"
Mrs. Van DeKamp shot a look at her husband who shrugged his shoulders. She returned her gaze to her son. "Yeah."
"I can't wait to meet her and my dad."
Mrs. Van DeKamp grabbed William's hand and lead him over to the sofa. She patted the space beside her. He sat down, noticing the sadness in her eyes. "Will, your father died right before you were born. And apparently your mother was in grave danger, as were you, and that's why she gave you up. I'm sorry, honey. Maybe we could visit your father's grave."
"He's not dead," William said. "He is very much alive. I know he's sad...he feels like he's lost everything but I have a feeling, I'll help bring them back together," he said, rising up with the help of his adoptive mother and walking up the steps. "I'm gonna go pack my bags," he called out.
"Did you hear that?", she said, turning to her husband.
He looked up briefly. "Hmm? Ah...Yeah..."
"He thinks his dad is still alive and that he'll somehow bring them together. Maybe it's that Parent Trap thing, that fantasy kids have..."
"Got it!", her husband grinned. "Three tickets to D.C. This trip won't be cheap...And hotels there, decent ones, cost more than some of the horses we have..."
She grinned at her husband but then grew quiet. "What is it, hon?", he asked.
"What if meeting his mother tears him apart from us?"
She knew he had the same concerns. He sighed heavily. "We have to just leave it in the hands of God, dear. We weren't given our son to suddenly lose him...," he realized his poor choice of words. "Not in that way. He is still our son."
"I'm happy we found her but, I really can't be as sure as you are about all that."
Washington D.C :
Scully was listening to the directions of the Surgeons as they operated on a boy of eight, constructing the ears he was born without. She had been anxious the entire day, checking her phone for messages, none of which were from Mulder. She knew he was on a case without her and that often made her a nervous wreck. She still worried about him even thought they were separated. She still loved him despite everything.
Scully cracked her neck. She was stiff from back to back surgeries scheduled that day but the X-Files case that Mulder was on was still on her mind. She rotated between the X-Files office and the hospital nowadays, now that she and Mulder were reassigned to the division. It made her life a little more tricky, a little more exhausting. She'd worked for six years as a Physician at Our Lady of Sorrows and until the last year when she began to work as a Surgical Assistant. She was now juggling two very distinct and demanding careers. Scully was older now, twenty three years had elasped since she first set foot into the X-Files office. Now, she walked a little slower and she ran a little less. She wasn't as limber as she once was, with a stiff arm and joint pain in her neck and back that reminded her that she was a woman in her fifties. Even though she hadn't really aged much since her thirties except a few more laugh lines but she was in fact fifty-one years old.
Had her daughter Emily lived, she would have been nineteen years old now. Scully often thought about that as she dealt with the younger nurses and doctors fresh out of school, young and full of life, with wide eyes untainted with time and experience. But she did have one child alive, William, who was fifteen. She thought about him every second of the day. She often imagined his life especially when she would treat young teenage boys William's age with sports injuries when she was a Pediatriac Surgeon. Even now as a Surgical Assistant working on young children with the top surgeons in the D.C. area, every fresh face she imagined could be William. She kept herself busy tying to push the images in the back recesses of her mind. But she often dreamed of William which flooded her every waking moment, the ones that weren't occupied by other thoughts, that of his father, Mulder.
Working with Mulder once more had made her again lose the hard shell she had built up that helped her to leave him in the first place. It had taken every bit of will she had within her to make that decision, one that tore them both apart. She was like a fish out of water trying to live as a single woman like she had twenty plus years before. It had been hard. She missed him daily but she had done it, it had been her own choice even if she wasn't sure at times that it had been the right one. But, being around Mulder as they worked again back in The X-Files office, alone together, made her heart ache for him. It confused her feelings and she found herself flirting with him and vice versa. She found herself wishing he would touch her like he once had. She missed the way he looked at her, like she was the only person that existed in his eyes. But he was also trying to recover from his clinical depression, which had drove a wedge through their relationship. He was trying to find his way in the very same office he had fought so hard for. But, Mulder's heart wasn't in it anymore. She could see it in his eyes and she knew part of it was because they were estranged.
Scully rebuked herself for her mind wandering and landing, of course, on Mulder. She clamped the veins and tried to concentrate on where she was at that very moment, operating on an innocent boy. She was still feeling unease about William. She stitched the skin closed as the nurse spread idodine over the tender skin. She glanced up at her fellow Surgeons who were cleaning up after tacking on the other ear and she waited for them to call the end of the surgery. It was called and the patient was wheeled into recovery, and Scully headed out to clean herself up. She stripped off her gloves and began to wash her hands. She froze in her tracks. Like a nightmare, she saw her son, William, lying on the table, sick and dying. She shivered and glanced around as the daymare ended. She sighed trying to shake off the nagging feeling that something was wrong and scrub herself clean of the blood.
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