Last Wish

Part 18

By

Trycee

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

Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.

**Summit High School, Jackson, Wyoming:

William sat in the cafeteria, staring at the screen of his cell phone. He glanced up at the laughter he knew was directed at him. He was trying to ignore them. He sat alone as the kids steered clear of him. The rumors were that he had died over a month ago. But to the the shock of his entire school, there he sat, healthy and healed. Instead of showing support to him, his classmates and even some teachers were avoiding him the entire week. The kids stared at him as if he were a Freak and laughed at him, not realizing that he understood their inner thoughts. And like a transistor radio, William could pick up on their conversations and it wasn't good. Most thought he'd faked his illness for the past nearly two years. The rumors had spread all over the high school and what little friends he did had, he had no more. But, that wasn't what was bothering him.

He was fully healthy and slowly gaining weight back. His hair was longer and he was free of bruises and sunken eyes. He was quite handsome and he knew it, with his mothers looks and red hair and his father's height. He was quite a spectacle with girls outside of his high school, flirting with him. But with the girls that knew of him, he was the resident weirdo and it bothered him just a little.

But the main thing that was pestering him was that he now felt a distance to his biological parents. Being back in Jackson, it felt as if the last month was all but a dream, as if it never happened. He'd noticed that he was a little more moodier than usual. He pushed his plate away uneaten. He knew his parents were desperate to contact him. He could feel their worry and anxiety despite the distance between them now but he wasn't ready to talk to them just yet. He was stuck in his situation, forced to go to school and pretend that everything is normal. There was nothing NORMAL about him or his situation. William glanced back down at his phone. He had read and re-read the messages Mulder and Scully had sent him but he wasn't ready to respond, not until he could figure out what he would do.

But despite his foul mood lately and despite his unease at adapting to a "Normal Life", his massive problem at that moment was much more sinister. William knew that the malicious Aliens that came after him in his bedroom would be coming back. This, he absolutely knew. But, what William was the most fearful of was that he would not be able to stop them the next time. William re-read the messages and counted the missed calls his real parents had sent him. He could sense the urgency, pain and worry coming from them but he wasn't ready to respond just yet. Not until he got rid of the threat he had from the Aliens.

William made his way out of the cafeteria into the long hallway. He walked on until he reached the empty classroom of his upcoming class. He gripped his desk and rolled his eyes. He knew she was coming and it angered him. He quickly stacked his books on his desk and then laid his head down, pretending to be asleep. She appeared at his door with the assistance of a student-aide who pointed at the classroom and quickly left. She walked up to him and touched his shoulder but he didn't budge. With his eyes closed shut, he said, annoyed. "Why did my teachers call you and dad?", he asked.

She sat down next to him. "They're worried about you. They called me and your dad in to a meeting."

"But not before you met with Pastor Dennison to complain about me," he sneered sitting up and rolling his eyes.

She looked surprised. "William, you know that's not true. We sought his advice. And your teachers are worried that your depressed."

William shook his head. "Tell me, How am I supposed to feel? I was on my deathbed. All I wanted was to meet them. That's it. I get to see him and then I get yanked back here and you expect me to act like nothing happened. Like nothing changed. You and dad just want me to go back to how it was before I got sick. But I was 13 yrs old then. I'm 15 and things have changed."

"Of course they've changed!", Mrs. Van DeKamp said, unaware of a crowd of students gathered in the doorway. "I don't know how you feel, William. But..."

"You just want me to forget them."

She shook her head no. "That's not it," she lied. She did want him to go back to the way things used to be and to push his real parents back into the recesses of his mind.

"Yes, you do," he said, standing up and stuffing his books into his book bag. William could hear his classmates inner thoughts. "They all think I faked being sick, by the way."

Mrs. Van DeKamp looked at his classmates standing in the doorway and then back to him. "Well, we know the truth."

"The truth is," William began. "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go live with my Real parents."

His classmates gasped as he pushed past them into the hall. Mrs. Van DeKamp followed behind him as he slipped through the front entrance of the school and bound down the stairs. Mr. Van DeKamp was listening to the radio when he watched William make his way to the truck. William tossed his book bag in and climbed in the back. He said nothing as he stared out of the window. Mrs. Van DeKamp looked at 'her husband and then slid into her seat and closed the door. "What's happening?", Mr. Van DeKamp asked.

Mrs. Van DeKamp looked defeated as she sat with her hands in her lap. "Let's just go home," she said, as tears formed in her eyes.

Mr. Van DeKamp looked back to William and could see that he was fuming. He pulled off, heading home.

J. Edgar Hoover Building, X-Files Office, Basement:

Mulder sat behind his desk staring at his laptop. He tossed a ball of paper into the trash. "He shoots, he scores," he whispered.

Scully, seated in front of him, glued to her own laptop, rolled her eyes. "Mulder. What was the name of the mechanic that said he saw an apparition in that crashed car?"

"Um, hey," Skinner said, standing in the doorway.

Surprised, they turned towards him. "Sir?," Scully asked. "Any information on William?"

Skinner closed the door and locked it behind him. "I already have someone watching them."

Mulder tapped his pencil on his desk. "Your telling us that you have someone surveilling him?

"How long?", Scully questioned.

"From the time the Van DeKamp's left the hospital and then left D.C."

Scully glanced to Mulder who noticed the file in Skinner's hand. "What is that?"

Skinner sighed. "I don't want to alarm you."

Scully jumped up, fear registered on her face.

Skinner continued. "One of my Agents reported a large Mother Ship UFO 30 feet directly over of the Van DeKamp's home last night."

Mulder gripped Scully's arm. "Did they take him?", she said, her voice trailing off.

"No," Skinner said, reassuringly. "My Agents are equipped with the latest thermal imaging technology. At 1500 hrs, my Agents observed the UFO and a beam that lit up William's bedroom. Then six beings appeared in his room with one being a taller six foot tall being who seemed in charge. They left without him."

Skinner handed Mulder the file. Mulder opened it to photos of William outside a large home that dwarfed their own home. One photo showed William stepping onto a yellow school bus, his back weighed down with a heavy backpack. Another photo showed him dressed in a long sleeve shirt, a tie, and slacks outside of a Western-Style church. Mulder sifted to another photo and stared at it. Scully snatched it out of his hand. It was a photo taken the night before, a thermal photo that picked up on body heat. They recognized the reddish image as their son with his hand blazing red outstretched in front of him with a yellow bolt of energy shooting out from his fingers. The thermal images of the smaller beings surrounding him were registered as cold and blue while the taller Alien's image was picked up as dark black with just a streak of yellow showing that it was in fact a live creature.

"What do we do?", Scully questioned.

"My men are going to continue watching him under my orders. But at some point, I'll have to answer to my superiors which means..."

"The New Syndicate," Scully added.

"I have no doubt that the Syndicate know where he is," Skinner insisted. "If they wanted him, they would've had him already."

"Maybe they're letting THEM deal with him," Mulder said quietly.

Scully looked up at Mulder and she could see the fear in his eyes. Mulder released her arm as she searched his eyes, conversing with her wordlessly. Skinner waited until they had finished and returned their attention back to him.

"I'm left with one option," Skinner declared. "Place him under FBI Protective custody which again involves..."

"The Syndicate...", Mulder fretted.

"So, you want to just disappear him?", Scully said alarmed. "We can't just take him away from his adoptive parents, his school and his life. His adoptive parents will fight back. They will know that we were the ones that interfered. We'll lose him for sure if we do that."

"There's no way they could fight against the FBI if they did," Skinner added. "But, like I mentioned, the only problem with this plan is that if we take him into FBI custody, we open things up to the Syndicate taking him and..."

"Torturing him," Scully said "And we'd never see him again."

"Exactly," Skinner said.

Mulder grabbed the photos from Scully's hand and then flipped through them again, sighing loudly. "If you take him into custody, we still couldn't raise him. He'd have to remain hidden away in custody."

Scully stared at Mulder noticing his chin squaring and his eyebrow raised. He looked at her with saddened eyes.

"We need to protect him," she proclaimed. "Whether he's with us or not."

"Seems to me he did a pretty good job of protecting himself," Skinner added.

Scully shook her head. "But you can't be sure that he'd be capable of combatting them the next time."

Skinner noted. "No one can."

"Do it," Mulder said. "Do it."

Scully watched Mulder as he slammed the file folder onto his desk. He turned to look back at Scully. She turned to Skinner. "What he said."

Skinner looked at his two Agents one last time before heading for the door.

2 a.m. Jackson, Wyoming:

William had been jittery the entire day. He could feel that they were coming for him. After leaving school early, he had gone on a walk through the large field surrounding him. He covered his eyes and then scanned the skies searching for them. The cloaked UFO appeared to him for just a second before vanishing. William knew he had to be ready for them. His future depended on it.

William awoke on an exam table in a circular room with lights in the floorboards. The strange room had alien hieroglyphics were etched into the walls. He could tell that he was in a small room, strapped down with metallic straps at his neck, his arms and legs, trapping him to the hard metallic surface of the table. He was surrounded by more 6 ft tall black Alien creatures. He could feel the searing pain as his flesh was scooped out from his leg. He screamed but the sound was caught in his throat. William watched as a machine with a faint green light came down above him from the ceiling of the ship. William found himself shaking uncontrollably as the machine cast a greenish glow over his body as it scanned him from head to toe. The machine disappeared replaced by a five inch needle that pierced his forehead. He screamed from the unbearable amount of pain, feeling as if he would pass out. The needle was suddenly removed and another device came down above him sending a hot electric spike down above his forehead cauterizing his wound.

William was terrified as he watched the narrow faced small beings with big black eyes dart around him. He fought against the metallic straps but wasn't able to release it. One of the dark taller beings placed a long four fingered hand over his stomach and William could feel searing pain. He could hear them speaking in his mind. One was telling him to relax while another dark Alien was saying that he would never return to his home.

"ENOUGH!", William screamed, breaking from the metallic tethers and standing up much to the shock of his captors.

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