Last Wish

Part 13

By

Trycee

Time-Line: Alternative Universe. Season 10 After Home Again and before My Struggle II.

Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.

Scully closed her eyes, taking a moments nap as her body relaxed. She'd been living off of adrenaline for two weeks and in a moment of quiet, she found herself sleeping. She could hear the slapping of feet in the hallway and she jumped up just as the two nurses rushed in. "Dr. Scully, your son might have had a seizure."

Scully didn't blink before she took off, racing up the three flights of stairs that lead to the outside of the blocked off ward. She flashed her hospital badge unnecessarily to the two FBI Agents who recognized her. She pushed through the doors and raced down the hall. Mulder was standing outside of the room chatting with the two FBI Agents stationed in front of William's door. "Mulder? What happened? Is he okay? No one called me!"

"Hold on, Scully," Mulder said, as he addressed the FBI Agents. Scully huffed and turned her attention to the room. She could see William sitting up with his adoptive parents by his side. "Mulder?"

Mulder reached out and shook both Federal Agents hands and watched as they walked off down the hall. Scully was stunned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm keeping the two at the end of the doors, Scully, but really they can't do anything."

"What are you talking about?", she asked.

Scully turned to see the two nurses she'd left behind huffing and puffing as they finally caught up to her. She turned back to Mulder, her arms crossed in front of her, "Mulder, did William have a seizure?"

Mulder held up his hand, letting the nurses know he wanted to speak to Scully alone. He watched as they walked off. "No,", he answered. "Well, yes and no."

"Yes and no?", she said, alarmed. "What is going on Mulder? Did he have a seizure? Why did you send the FBI Agents away?"

"Because it doesn't matter if they stand there. They can't see those beings."

"They came back?", Scully said, alarmed.

Mulder looked down at her, touching her elbow. "Not them but some other ones, ones that made William afraid."

Scully looked alarmed as she watched Mrs. Van DeKamp open a small cup of Jello for William who happily inhaled it, his first meal in nearly two weeks. Scully hadn't cleared him to eat. "Where did that come from?", she asked. "I never told them he could eat solids yet."

"They seem to think they know best," Mulder growled.

Scully slid her hands into her pockets. "So what happened that my nurses had to rush to find me? And why couldn't anyone call me?"

"They said they did before they took off looking for you. I even tried to call you several times."

Scully glanced at her phone and then realized it was on silent. "So, tell me?"

"He started shaking like a seizure but he said it was them examining him. The ones that were different from the other ones. These beings frightened him. They were scanning him and William said he believes they were the ones that gave him this disease to try and kill him. He's also convinced that the stem cells will replace his two mutated Alien genes."

"I hope so," she said, with doubt.

Mulder tapped her arm and pointed. "Look Scully, he already has an appetite."

"What are we going to do, Mulder?"

"He believes those Alien beings aren't coming after him anymore."

"But we can't be sure," she sighed.

Mulder placed a hand on her neck, massaging it. She closed her eyes a moment. She glanced up at him when his hands stopped mid-stroke. She looked in the direction he was staring. Mulder could see Mr. Van DeKamp upset with his hands on his hips. Mulder pushed the doors open with Scully following behind him.

"What's wrong?", Mulder asked.

"Nothing," Mrs Van DeKamp said, dismissively. "It's just between us."

"If it involves our son, then it involves us too."

"Actually, it doesn't," Mrs. Van DeKamp stated. "He's still our son. Some things are between us."

Mulder turned to look down at Scully who had moved past the Van DeKamp's to stand at William's side. "What's going on, Will?"

Mrs. Van DeKamp looked offended but remained quiet. William kept his head low as his adoptive parents looked on. He pushed his empty cup of jello away from him and then flopped back onto the pillow behind him. William sighed loudly. "I made a mistake, that's all."

"Mistake? How?", Scully questioned.

William glared at his adoptive parents and shook his head, turning back to Scully. "They said they couldn't wait to take me back home."

Scully turned to the Van DeKamp's. "What's happening?"

"He wants to live with you," Mrs Van DeKamp choked out, crying into her husbands shoulder. "He wants us to just let him go so he can live with you."

William touched Scully's arm. She spun around, her heartbreaking. She could almost read his thoughts as she stood over him. William was red faced and close to tears. "I wasn't trying to hurt their feelings," he said, using his thumb to swipe at his tears. "It's just that I've always known who I belonged too. I'm going to get better. You'll see, I won't get sick any more."

"We need to test you in another two weeks, honey. See if your blood is red or green and to also see if those mutated genes were replaced."

"I know I'm better!", William sighed. "I want to come live with you!", he said, searching her eyes. "Besides, in just three years I'll be 18 and will be free to do whatever I want."

Scully's eyes lit up for a second but she could feel the Van DeKamp's staring in her direction. Scully covered William up with his blanket and squeezed his hand. "Your parents and your dad and I haven't discussed anything like that yet, William. Right now, we need to focus on getting you better."

William could hear her inner thoughts. She wanted her son home with her but she was trying to be diplomatic and to not upset the Van DeKamp's.

"One treatment and he already is planning to leave us?", Mrs. Van DeKamp said, in horror.

Scully touched his cheek, smoothing her finger against the smooth teenage face of her son. "I promise that we'll talk about it okay?", Scully said, nervously. "We...", she said, looking at the Van DeKamps. "Will talk but like I was saying, honey, we need to get you better first."

"Mom, I'm already better," he said, pushing down the blanket and undid the tassels on his gown exposing his chest. "They took my bruises away."

"Them?", Scully questioned.

"Yes."

"Why would they do that?", she wondered out-loud.

"They are the reason that I am sick."

"Your sick because you inherited mutated genes, Alien genes from both your dad and I."

"Which made me sick. They've been watching me because they knew I would get sick and die but now I won't."

"God willing," Scully added.

"They will still come after you," Mulder spoke. "But, in a different way now, to stop the prophecy."

William nodded his head.

Mr. Van DeKamp interrupted. "What in God's name are you talking about? What Alien genes? What Prophecy?"

Mimicking the Van DeKamps, Mulder answered, "It's between us. Somethings are between us."

"Mulder! Stop!", Scully chastised. She looked at the Van DeKamps, "You have to ignore him."

Mulder looked on completely unrepented.

"I feel like our rights as parents are being taken away," Mrs Van DeKamp began.

Scully's eyebrow raised and her lips thinned. "We are in the midst of his stem cell treatment here! We can argue about parental rights later on!"

Mrs. Van DeKamp looked surprised. "This is our son.. We have been trying to save his life for nearly two years now! Stop trying to dismiss us! We will NOT give up on our son so easily."

"And neither will we," Scully said.

"I'm his mother!," Mrs. Van DeKamp scoffed. "I'm his mother. I am trying to understand how it must feel for you to have found out about your son just two weeks ago. I get it. Your a doctor and you want to save him. But, you are forgetting that he is our child."

"First of all, I'M HIS MOTHER, and also his doctor," she said, picking up the empty Jello cup. "I never told you to give him this. He just had a serious procedure. He needs to be monitored."

"He was hungry so we brought it to him. That was OUR decision."

Scully's shoulders squared and her eyes narrowed, her face reddened and her eyebrow raised. "I am trying to be diplomatic here but you are absolutely irrational! We are his BIOLOGICAL parents. We created him, so please, give us the respect we deserve like we have been trying to give you!"

"Scully," Mulder said, gripping her shoulders and rubbing his hands down her arms, soothing her. Mulder looked at his son and spoke. "Your mom and I are going to give you and your parents some time to spend with you. And you know...let everyone calm down."

"Adopted parents", William whispered to himself.

Mrs. Van DeKamp looked skyward before grabbing up her bible and sitting back down, shaking her head.

Scully's feathers were more than ruffled. "Be back, okay," she said,sweetly to William, squeezing his hand. She glared at the Van DeKamp's before following Mulder out of the door.

He walked ahead of her to their private hospital room they've shared for nearly two weeks. Scully swiped her I.D. badge and pushed the door open. Mulder moved to the bed and sat down, his shoulder's slumped. She sat down next to him, waiting. When Mulder didn't speak, she glanced up to him. "Your angry with me?"

Mulder stood up suddenly and placed his hands on his waist. "No. I think you have every right to be upset. They can be aggravating."

"Then what is it?"

"I had to get us out of there before I pulled out my gun and shot them!", he chuckled.

Scully broke out into laughter "Mulder!"

"Seriously, Scully. They have me wanting to shoot them!"

Scully stood up and slid her hands into his as she giggled. He smiled widely as she continued laughing. "I think I felt the same way."

Mulder looked down into Scully's eyes and his heart skipped a beat. She was gorgeous, her deep blue eyes glittered and shined, and her porcelain skin was blushed red as she smiled her wide amazing smile. "The nerve of them," Scully huffed. "I don't know what more we can do!," she said, with all seriousness. "How are we going to do this, Mulder?"

Scully turned to look at Mulder and her heart fluttered. Mulder's green eyes flickered as he stared at Scully's ruby red lips. She gasped as he licked his lips, and causing her to shiver. Scully could feel the heat index in the room suddenly rise. Mulder was gazing at her as if she were his air to breath.

Mulder stepped up and pulled her to him, pressing her body to his. Mulder hovered just above her lips, sending a warmth throughout her entire body. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing Mulder's head down further, pulling him to her level. Mulder pressed his lips to her soft lips and then Scully slipped her tongue into his waiting mouth, making Mulder moan as he pushed her against the wall. Mulder was stiff as a rod and began to peel her clothes off of her. He quickly divested her of her pants. They both gasped and groaned as they made love against the wall, collapsing together.

Mrs Van DeKamp paced around the room as the tears reappeared in the corners of her eyes. "Your just a boy. I understand you want to get to know your real parents and we won't stop you from that. But, you have to understand that they have to go by what we say. We are legally your parents. When this is over whether it works or it doesn't, you still coming home with us."

William ignored them as he watched his basketball game. His adoptive father was surprised at William's sudden attitude. "What's your problem, Bud? You start feeling better so you start acting this way?"

William scrutinized his hands in his lap. "Do you know what it feels like to be adopted?"

Mr. Van DeKamp gawked at William. "Well no..."

"To know you don't belong no matter what your family does or says. You can feel it deep in your bones that you belong somewhere else?"

Mr. Van DeKamp glanced at his wife and then back to their son.

William continued. "You love your family. They've done everything for you and you appreciate it all. You wouldn't be who you were without them," he went on, his deep blue eyes blazing. "You know your parents love you. They've kept you safe. They've loved you unconditionally but there's a piece of you that's missing, no matter what they've done. A piece of you that feels incomplete. And the only thing you know deep within you is that you want to know where you came from."

The Van DeKamps were lost for words. William laid back in the bed, feeling sickly again. "I've felt like shit for almost two years."

"WILLIAM! Language!", they gasped.

"All I wanted was to meet them. Mom, Dad, I've spent fifteen years with you. I love my home. I love my life but now that I know I'm not dying, I want to spend time with them."

"This was just the first procedure, Will. We have to wait to see if it works. We've been through this before, remember? It didn't take then. But, we have faith that God knows what's best and we are placing you in God's hands."

William sighed. He was more than frustrated. With his bruises gone, he was no longer in pain and surprisingly his appetite immediately return as well, even if he couldn't eat anything more than just a tiny cup of jello. But he was now starting to feel tired again from the stress he was under. His nerves had run thin. He loved his adoptive parents and didn't want to hurt them but he had always wanted to be with his real parents. Three years felt like an eternity and he wasn't sure if he could wait that long until he turned 18.

"What do we do?", Mrs. Van DeKamp asked, standing in a corner away from William. "We could call Pastor Dennison. Maybe he could raise up prayers for us."

"That's a good idea," her husband whispered. "Whenever God blesses, the devil always rears his ugly head."

Williams eyes fluttered. He was growing sleepy and so he closed his eyes, drifting off to his parents conversation.

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