Last Wish
Part 5
By
Trycee
Time-Line: Alternative Universe. Season 10 After Home Again and before My Struggle II.
Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.
Our Lady of Sorrows:
William was wheeled into an Emergency room by the EMT's who left him in the hands of a nurse who hooked him up to several monitors. The nurse greeted him and turned to his distraught parents. "He's 15, correct? William Van DeKamp."
"Yes," his adoptive mother said.
The nurse read his transfer papers as she registered him into her medical tablet. "From Wyoming? Were you here on a tour of the Capital?"
"Ah...no," Mrs. Van DeKamp answered. "We're here to see Dr. Dana Scully."
The nurse nodded. She was used to parents seeking out Dr. Scully. Scully's reputation as a extremely talented and highly skilled surgeon was well documented. Families especially sought her out through the E.R., hoping to fasttrack an appointment with her so she could see their child. "Have you ever been seen by Dr. Scully?", the nurse questioned.
"No," Mrs. Van DeKamp replied. "We've never met her."
"Well, you're in luck, " the Nurse grinned. "The famous Dr. Scully happens to be volunteering in the E.R. today. She'll be with you as soon as she can. The E.R. is pretty packed today."
The couple looked at each other. "Famous?"
Mrs. Van DeKamp shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. All I know is that in any minute, William's birth mother is gonna walk in that door an our lives will change forever."
William could feel the intense emotions of his parents. He could hear their inner thoughts as well. They were afraid that he might not make it long. They were also worried in which way Dana Scully would react to them showing up at her workplace with her dying son? Would she grow angry? Would she help them or turn them away? And they worried if he would feel differently about them? Would he like her better than them? He was excited to see her but he was weak and feverish. His eyelids felt heavy as he laid back in the hospital bed and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Scully had gone down the list and released several patients while also sending other patients up to other floors for further care. Scully glanced at her watch. She had promised Mulder she would try to meet him back at the X-Files office but with the way her patient load was going, she could tell that wouldn't be the case. Scully had been anxious that entire morning, as if something was going to happen and she wasn't sure what that would be. She kept checking her phone, expecting a call from Mulder but he hadn't called her and that worried her a great deal.
She swiped her medical tablet and read the history of the transfer, a teenage boy she was about to treat. She was disheartened as she read his prognosis but intrigued by his diagnosis, Blood Disease NOS, in otherwords, No Known Cause. He had been tested by doctors from all over the country and she was sure his parents had brought him to her as a last ditch effort. She opened the door and greeted the nervous parents who were staring at her with wide eyes, unable to speak. She thought it was unusual but then again, they were looking for her to be their son's savior and so she understood. "Dr. Dana Scully," she said, shaking both their hands. "It's my understanding, you were looking for me?"
"Yes," Mrs. Van DeKamp whispered but then began to cry.
Scully placed a hand on her shoulder. "I don't encourage families seeking me out this way, through the E.R. or through the hospital. I have to say that. But, I do understand your son is gravely ill."
Mr. Van DeKamp held his wife's hand and nodded his head, his wife unable to speak.
"Over sixty specialists from Atlanta to New York, " Scully sighed, looking over his records. "I can't really promise anything," she said, looking at his parents. "But, I'll see what I can do."
"Thank You," Mrs. Van DeKamp choked out.
Scully smiled warmly and then turned to look at the patient and stopped dead in her tracks. Scully pressed her fingers against her eyes, trying to clear her vision as if the boy would somehow change into a boy with different hair and different features. Scully was glued to the face of the teenage boy, a face she recognized. She shook her head in disbelief, staring at the boys matching face, his red hair as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. The boy looked exactly like her. The teenage boy looked like what she imagined William to look like and he was the right age. Scully cupped her hand to her mouth and then glanced down at the boys name. WILLIAM Van DeKamp. She started shaking slightly as she stared at him. He had awaken and Scully could see that he had blue eyes just like hers. The teen was watching her closely, a smile on his lips, as Scully pushed through her shock and stepped up to him. "William?", she said, in a small voice. "William Van DeKamp?", she said, still quite confused. "I'm sorry," she said with a shaky voice. "But you look so...familiar. You look," she hesitated. "Like my son..."
"There's a reason for that," William chuckled, as tears formed in the corner of Scully's eyes. "No one has to tell you. You know exactly who I am."
"It can't be," she said, in disbelief.
William raised a weak hand and placed it on top of Scully's smaller hand. Scully's head jolted back as an intense volt traveled through her hand and throughout her body. William removed his hand and she stared at the boy. "Oh God!", she said, clasping her hands over her mouth. "You ARE my son! You're my William!", she said, stepping closer to him. She touched his face and ran her fingers through his shortened red hair. "You're him, aren't you? You look so much like me and your dad. Tell me it's true."
"I knew I would see you again," William strained to speak. "You and my dad."
"I never thought I'd see you again," Scully gasped. "We've waited so long for this!"
Scully was suddenly aware of William's adoptive parents and she whipped around, turning towards the Van DeKamps who were seated and crying as they watched.
Scully walked up to them. "Do you know who I am?"
Mrs. Van DeKamp nodded through her tears. "We found out yesterday through a friend," Mr. Van DeKamp stated. "Your Williams biological mother."
Tears trailed down Scully's cheeks as she whipped back around to face her son. Scully laid her head on William's chest, listening to her sons beating heart, for the first time since the day she had given him up. "I never wanted to let you go," Scully cried, wiping at her tears, as she looked into his identical blue eyes. Scully pushed the short red strains back from his brow. "I wanted you so much. Don't ever think for a second that I didn't want you. We both did but you were in danger..."
"I know," William smiled. "I could always feel you."
"Your father only got to see you for one day," Scully said, wiping away her flowing tears. "There isn't a day that goes by that we haven't thought of you. You must know that."
"I do. I could feel you when your crying. I can see you sometimes. Not your face, but it was like seeing the world through your eyes sometimes."
Scully stared at her son. "I've loved you for an eternity, William. Your my son. Your my son...", she repeated.
The Van DeKamps glanced at each other, their hearts sinking.
Scully beamed as she stared at him and then realization settled in. "You're dying," she gasped. "You can't die. I just found you."
Mrs. Van DeKamp stood up and walked over to Scully, placing a hand on her back. Scully looked up at Mrs. Van DeKamp as she spoke. "He's a very sick boy. That's why we searched for you. It's Williams last wish that he meet you."
Scully turned towards William. She sat down on the edge of his bed, gripping his hand as he gripped hers back. "No, he can't die."
Mrs. Van DeKamp tried to calm her. "We feel so terrible that William's father died before he was born. That had to be hard. But William found you now."
Scully looked perplexed. "William's father is alive."
Mrs. Van DeKamp gawked at Scully and then glanced over to William in the hospital, with a smug smile on his purplish lips. Mrs. Van DeKamp turned back towards her husband. He shrugged his shoulders. He could never understand how William seemed to just, "know things."
Scully pulled out her cell phone and dialed Mulder's number. "Mulder," his deep melodic voice rang out. "Scully, I was just about to call you."
"Mulder," she said, in a tone that made Mulder jump up from his desk immediately. "Our boy is here...," she said, in awe. "Mulder...My God...Our Son," she said, gripping William's hand, his eyes sparkling as he smiled a crooked smile like his father.
"Scully?", Mulder said alarmed.
"Our son, Mulder...William!"
Mulder was standing in the middle of the X-Files office, his heart racing as his brain tried to connect her words. "I don't understand, Scully," he said, as his knees weakened.
"I said our son. Our baby is here. I need you to get to the hospital right now. Right now, Mulder," she said, hanging up.
Excitedly, Mrs. Van DeKamp clasped her hands together. "God made it so he could find you before he took William home. We're grateful that God allowed him to find you."
Scully watched as the older woman started praying and crying as her husband bowed his head behind her in prayer and thank their God. Scully turned towards William and smiled meekly. Scully turned back to the Van DeKamps. "You must know that we've always wanted him. He was never unwanted. He was very loved."
"We knew that," Mrs. Van DeKamp replied, joyfully. "We always knew that."
"I gave him up because I needed to protect him. People were coming after him. His life was in danger. All of our lives were in danger. I needed to keep him safe even if they came after his father and I."
Scully turned back to William. "I wanted him. I would've never given him up other than that. Not ever. He was loved. He was wanted by both of us. It broke my heart to give him up. He was our miracle child. But, I thought...", she began.
"They told you, you couldn't have kids," William interrupted. "You had a daughter Emily, my sister, who died from a similar blood disease as mine."
Mrs. Van DeKamp looked surprised. "You had another child?"
Scully shook her head yes. "Emily. She died at three years old," she spoke, wiping her tears.
Mrs. Van DeKamp glanced back at her husband who sat quietly taking it all in.
William looked at Scully. "That shot didn't work when I was a baby. I'm still me," William said, referencing the injection that Jeffery Spender had given him when he was just a few months old. "It only made me human for a few months and then it all came back."
"You were a baby...", Scully gasped.
"I remember a lot of things. I remember you singing to me."
"That's impossible," Mrs. Van DeKamp spoke, shrugging it off. "Will, honey, I think you remember me singing to you. I used to sing you bible hymns..."
William shook his head no. "I remember HER singing Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog to me," he said, pointing a finger to Scully.
Scully cupped her hands over her mouth as a bewildered Mrs. Van DeKamp looked on.
"That's not possible", Mrs. Van DeKamp sighed, glancing from Scully to William. "That's impossible for you to remember that. You were just a baby."
Scully kissed her sons hand. "You were always special."
"He can't remember that," Mrs. Van DeKamp chuckled as she turned towards Scully. "Kids say the darndest things, huh?"
Scully smirked and then winked towards William. "Umm," she said, noticing a large binder on sitting on a chair. "Is that his records?", Scully said, pointing towards the folder overflowing with papers.
Mrs. Van DeKamp stepped back. "Yes...but..."
"I need them all. Everything. Every doctor you've ever been too. "
"It's all there," Mrs. Van DeKamp said, handing over the large binder.
Scully glanced over the documents, her demeanor deadly serious. She looked up into the older woman's eyes. "I'm going to do everything I can for William."
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Van DeKamp sadly, clasping her hands together. "We don't mean to give the impression that we are here for you to save him. We're leaving that in God's hands," Mrs. Van DeKamp replied. "We're not here for a cure, Dr. Scully. Honestly, we came so he could see you before he passes away. It's Williams Last Wish. He grew sicker on the way here. We didn't expect to meet you with him laying in a hospital bed. But, God works in mysterious ways. We're hoping to get him healthy enough to return home. "
Scully opened her mouth to speak but the door flew open and Mulder walked in. He looked at Scully and she immediately walked into his arms. He held her close, rubbing her back as he looked at his son, his mouth gaped open as he stared at the teen lying in the uncomfortable hospital bed. William stared wide-eyed back at him, noticing his height and the way he cared for his mother. Mulder glanced down at Scully. "Talk to me, Scully."
Scully pulled back as Mulder kept his hand on her back. Mulder wiped away her tears as she looked up at him. "William," Scully said, turning toward their son. "This is your father, Fox Mulder."
"Fox William Mulder," William added.
Mulder looked down at Scully in utter shock as he held Scully's hand and walked over to his son.
"William," Mulder said, noticing the resemblance between himself, his son and Scully. "You look identical to your mother...", Mulder smiled. "You..," Mulder said, choking up. "Are my boy..."
William reached out and touched Mulder's hand sending a jolt through him until he released his grip. Mulder stood motionless for a moment and then nodded to his son.
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