Last Wish
Part 8
By
Trycee
Time-Line: Alternative Universe. Season 10 After Home Again and before My Struggle II.
Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.
Skinner turned to two of his Armed Agents, ordering them to stand in front of the door as he and Mulder and Scully walked into the teens room. Mulder pointed to the Van DeKamps first. "This is Mr and Mrs. Van DeKamp, Williams adoptive parents..."
Skinner shook both their hands, as Mulder continued. "This is the Assistant Director of the FBI, our boss."
"So you're still an FBI Agent?", Mrs. Van DeKamp questioned. "You had a gun...", she said, to Mulder.
"Yes. Scully and I head a division called The X-Files," Mulder answered.
"Oh, so you both are still FBI Agents."
""Yes," Scully answered. "Of course, I'm also a doctor here at the hospital."
"We didn't...", Mr. Van DeKamp said, nervously. "We didn't get a chance to discuss anything, really, I guess. The gun," she said, looking at William and then back to Mulder.
"Agents Mulder and Scully are my Top Agents," Skinner said. "They are the best of the FBI."
"You have to forgive me," Mrs. Van DeKamp . "This is all a lot to take in."
Mrs. Van DeKamp glanced nervously towards her husband who was looking on edge himself. They were far from home, from everything they knew, among Williams biological parents and so much had already changed for them. They were completely anxious and worried.
Skinner turned his attention to William who lay in bed, weak but alert, silently watching them.
"I'm Walter Skinner," he said, shaking Williams hand.
"I know...," William smiled weakly. "You know me..."
"I've known your parents, Mulder and Scully, for over 23 yrs," Skinner said . "I remember when Scully was pregnant with you."
"You helped my mom escape when the Super Soldier was coming after her."
Skinner glanced down. "You weren't born then."
"You also helped my mom in adopting me to my parents."
Skinner had felt an enormous amount of guilt after Mulder had returned expecting to see his son. He had carried that with him all these years. But now, he stood in front of William, fifteen years later and it was difficult for him to remain non-emotional.
"You all carry with you so much guilt. Why?", William said. "I've had a great life. They've loved me," he said, looking back to his adoptive parents. "But, I always felt connected to you. I knew you loved me. I knew why you gave me up. I know about The Watchers. I know you were trying to protect me from them. They've been watching me my entire life. I was never afraid of them. I never worried about them. But I think now that I'm dying..."
Mrs. Van DeKamp moved past them all to stand at William's side and gripped his hand. He smiled at her but he shifted his gaze back to Scully. Scully glanced up to Mulder and he placed his hand on her back lightly, giving her comfort. Scully straightened her shoulders and swallowed her pride; her demeanor changing back into full doctor mode. "I'll be back soon, William," she said, before turning to his adoptive mother. "I'm working on trying to determine the source of his blood disease."
Mrs. Van DeKamp hesitated. "Thank You."
Scully could feel both Mulder and Skinner watching her. William could feel the sadness and hurt within her. He knew that both mothers felt threatened by eachothers presence but he didn't know how he could soothe them.
"Mulder...", Scully said.
Mulder touched her elbow. He could sense Scully's insecurity. "I need you," she whispered.
He pulled her towards him and then glanced at William. "We'll be back son."
"I know," William smiled.
Mulder looked at Skinner who got his unspoken message to guard his son. Mulder guided her through the double doors, past the two Agents. He removed his hand and followed behind Scully down the hall to the lab. She sat him down and wiped his arm with an alcohol swab. They were both quiet, lost in thought, as she searched for a vein. Mulder placed a hand on the top of her shoulder. She looked up at him, her blue eyes watery as she held back tears. Mulder pulled her to him as she cried into his neck. He kneaded her back as Scully cried outloud, unaware of the lab staff who scattered away, giving them some privacy. Mulder kissed the top of her head and then kissed her cheek as she straightened herself up. "I'm sorry...I just...", she sighed.
"Scully, you don't have to explain anything to me...", he said. "That's our son down there. That's our son..."
She nodded her head and wiped her eyes again. She breathed in deeply and then pulled back, straightening herself up. She drew Mulder's blood. She placed a band-aid on his arm and then shook up his blood sample. Mulder watched as Scully busied herself.
"How long will it take?", he questioned.
"A few hours," she sighed. "I have to prepare the gel electrophoresis so I can separate the codes of your DNA."
Mulder chewed on his lip as he watched her. He knew that Scully would search heaven and earth to find an answer for their son. He just hoped the answer she found would be in time.
"While your working on this, Scully, I'll be with our son."
She turned to face him. "Okay."
Mulder could pick up on Scully's moods and he knew she, like him, needed to be comforted. But Mulder also knew that he couldn't make the first move any more than he already had. She had to let down her wall herself.
"Alright, I'll see you soon." Mulder said, hesitating at the lab door.
"Mulder!", Scully said, stopping him in his tracks.
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared. I'm scared," she whispered, her face reddened and her head hanging low. She looked vulnerable. "This is our son. Our miracle child. What if I can't save him?"
Mulder walked up to her and placed his hands around her small head, lifting her eyes up to him. "I know you, Scully," he spoke in a deep voice. "And I know you will do everything in your power to find a cure."
Scully nodded her head. "I need your help, Mulder," she said, as he slid his hand to the back of her neck, massaging it. "I will need you to do whatever I can't do. I need you to be my strength when I have none. I need you to keep me going."
Mulder could see that was difficult for Scully to say. He stepped up to her and pressed her soft lips to his. She stood on her tiptoes and cupped his head, kissing him as deeply as he was kissing her. Mulder pulled back and searched her deep blue eyes. "You have me, Scully. Whatever you want me to do. I've always loved you. I've always needed you."
She smiled. "I know," she sighed. "I love you too. You know that."
"I do," he said, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "We'll get through this, Scully, together."
He lay a quick kiss again on her moist lips and looked deeply into her eyes before walking to the door. He turned to look back at her and hesitated for a moment before turning and walking out the door.
Mulder walked down the hall where he could see a very irritated Father Ybarra surrounded by a nun, he recognized along with a few doctors and nurses just beyond Williams room. Father Ybarra recognized Mulder immediately. "Mr. Mulder, can you please explain to me why my hospital ward is sectioned off?"
Before Mulder could answer, the glass door opened and Skinner stepped out. "This ward is closed off under my order."
"And You are?", the Father sneered.
Skinner pulled out his badge.
Father Ybarra glared at the taller man. "I did not give my permission."
"I don't need your permission," Skinner said, stepping up to him. "I'm the Assistant Director of the FBI. Your staff assigned to this ward can continue on but they will now have to show their badges to the Agents stationed at the end of this hall who will check their names against an approved list you provide us. The doors will remain closed off. If they don't show their badges, and this includes you, they will not be allowed to enter. Any new patients you have will need to be re-routed to another floor in the hospital."
Father Ybarra stared at him dumbfounded. Skinner turned his back to Father Ybarra and opened Williams door to Mulder, letting him enter first. He closed the door behind him with the two Agents taking their place, blocking Father Ybarra from entering.
Mulder returned to his sons side. William looked at him. "I have faith in Mom."
"I do too."
Mulder turned when a finger tapped on his shoulder. "Can I speak to you?", Mr. Van DeKamp asked.
"Sure," Mulder said, placing a hand on Williams leg. He turned and followed Mr. Van DeKamp through the first door next to the sinks. Mr. Van DeKamp was shorter than Mulder and of modest build while Mulder is muscular, having worked out for the past few years as he lived in isolation now.
"We have a problem!", he said, staring at Mulder.
"We do?", Mulder smirked.
"Look, I don't want you to get Williams hopes up that your wife will save him. We've gone through this for the past two years, going from one doctor to the other. He's sick. We'd like her to get him well enough for us to take him back to Wyoming. But, I don't believe that she will miraculously cure him. I believe in miracles, I do. But, if this is Gods Will, who are we to question it?"
Mulder shook his head. "Scully WILL find a cure. I have faith in her."
Mr. Van DeKamp looked concerned. "God, is the only one that can do that. "
Mulder huffed. "SCULLY is the only one that can do that!"
Mr. Van DeKamp looked aghast. "Let me remind you, Mr. Mulder."
"Agent Mulder," Mulder hissed.
"Okay, fine. Agent Mulder! William is OUR SON. And you don't have any rights to him."
"Actually," Mulder sneered, towering over the smaller man. "I do have rights to him. I have EVERY right to him. I never gave up my rights to my son. So, I wouldn't try any threats, Mr. Van DeKamp."
Mr. Van DeKamps mouth flew open and he stepped back from Mulder. "I...I just want us to be realistic, that's all."
"The thing is," Mulder said, his eyes narrowed. "You saw how special William is. You saw his abilities..."
"Jesus could heal the sick. Maybe he was called on to heal.", Mr. Van DeKamp scrambled, nervously.
Mulder could almost hear William in his head begging him not to antagonize Mr. Van DeKamp and so he sighed and softened his tone. "I'm not trying to challenge your religion, Mr. Van DeKamp. I'm just saying that this is beyond that."
"Nothing is beyond God!"
Mulder was trying to keep his composure, deciding to take a different approach with the older man. "Then trust that maybe God delivered William to his biological mother for a reason."
The elder man stared off as Mulder continued. "I'm not a religious man but, Scully is. She puts her trust in God, just like you. I've seen Scully use her God given gift to help heal. There was a boy on his death bed and Scully found a way. That boy is now grown."
Mr. Van DeKamp listened and Mulder could see he was struggling with himself.
"I have faith that Scully will figure it out," Mulder said. "She won't stop until she makes him well."
Mr. Van DeKamp looked up at Mulder. "You and your wife and me and mine have to get along to get through this." he laughed nervously. "I mean, we went from having her name to being here and everything has changed. Now, it's not just us but you two. I mean, the day before yesterday, we were home living our lives and the next we're here with you both. I mean, according to our information you were dead."
Mulder looked surprised. "You didn't know about me."
"Our private investigator found your death certificate."
Mulder thought back to the time before William was born when he had been taken by Aliens and returned dead. Scully had buried him. He had been dead in his grave before coming back to life.
"You know what...," Mr. Van DeKamp said, pulling out his cell phone. "I missed 12 calls from our friend Joe. I need to call him."
Mulder pointed towards the room. "I'll be in there."
Mulder returned to Williams side. Skinner glanced at his watch. "Call me if you need me."
"Your leaving?"
Skinner sighed. "Mulder, this is my second marriage. I'm not trying to screw this one up."
"I know about screwing things up."
Skinner patted Mulder on his back. "I've got my phone on me. Call me if something happens."
"Thanks, Skinner."
Skinner took one last look at William. "You know, seeing him lying here...in person...after years of wondering where he was and what he was up too..."
"I know," Mulder said. "It's a miracle."
Skinner nodded at William and then turned and walked past Mr. Van DeKamp out the double doors. He instructed his Agents one last time before heading off.
Mulder sat on the edge of Williams bed, trying to cheer him up and answering his sons questions. He held his hand and laughed and chatted with him. He couldn't help but stare at his son. Even sickly, William was the most amazing person he had ever seen. Mulder could feel his heart expand as he talked with his son. It had been fifteen years in the making.
Scully was working so hard, she hadn't seen her son in hours. William had gone for a full CAT scan and returned while she was still stuck in the lab. For Scully, it was hard to believe that she had even seen him in person herself. She almost could dismiss it as a dream if it weren't for the fact that she was working so hard to separate Mulder's segments of DNA so she could determine if he too had Alien DNA. Scully placed the jelly block under the electric lights and gasped.
Scully raced down the hall, tossing open the doors. Mulder was asleep in the chair, his head propped up against the wall. William slept in the hospital bed, breathing softly. His adoptive parents were quietly comforting each other, the bible laid out in front of them. One of her nurses was changing William's I.V. bag. She smiled in Scully's direction but Scully ignored her, focusing solely on her son.
"Doctor Scully?", Mrs. Van DeKamp questioned.
Scully moved over to Mulder, shaking him awake. "Scully?"
"I just needed to take a break and see him."
Mulder gripped Scully's waist and moved her to his lap. She sat down and reached out, touching her sons cheek. She could see the bluish bruises on his chest as he breathed. She could feel her anxiety rising.
William opened his eyes and smiled when he saw his mother. She smiled back and squeezed his hand.
"Your worried you won't be able to figure out how to cure me," William said.
"I am," she sighed. Scully reached out and brushed a few wayward strands from Williams face.
"I know you will...", he smiled.
Scully smiled back at him. "Thank you for having faith in me."
She looked up to find the nurse staring at her, fascinated by Dr. Scully and the boy that was her son.
She looked embarrassed but cleared her throat."Umm, Dr. Scully, I need to speak to you alone."
Scully kissed the top of her sons head. "It won't be long," she said, sweetly. "I'll be back by your side, I promise."
William was enjoying Scully's babying even though he was fifteen years old.
Scully stepped out and closed the first glass door. "Dr. Scully, Father Ybarra wanted me to ask you whose going to float the bill for William Van DeKamps Cat Scan? His adoptive parents insurance isn't sufficient in this area."
"Bill Me," Scully said. "This is my son and I'll take care of it."
The nurse looked surprised. "You sure?"
"I said, BILL ME," Scully said, gripping the door. "And you tell Father Ybarra, that the next time he has a question for me, he needs to ask me himself."
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