Through His Eyes
Part 2
by
Trycee
Time-Line: 2004-Philadelphia, PA
Disclaimer- I do not own the X-Files. This is written for fun not profit.
*Thank You Paulie Rubens for the idea of this story*
Scully could see the smoke billowing up from the chimney from the fireplace before she pulled into the driveway. She slammed the car door and pushed opened the front door of the one bedroom bungalow. She walked straight into the living room and could see Mulder standing above a steamy pot on the stove, dancing around in the tiny kitchen to a television commercial. He glanced in her direction, "Scully, did we ever think this place was big? I don't think this place is any larger than the X-Files office."
"After running for a year, we thought it was a palace," she said, in a small voice.
"In the new house we'll have our own offices, Scully," he smiled, as he stirred the pot. "In the new house, there'll be room for us to expand and have guests rooms, if we want."
Scully was lost in thought, standing as she looked around the tiny space. She could see Mulder in the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom and office door with just the turn of her head. "Any word on the progress of the house? Will it be habitable when we get there?"
"The company is updating me with pics everyday. We have walls, a kitchen, a bedroom, two offices, living room, and an unfinished attic. They need to just paint it and fix the gate, and we'll be ready to move in when you graduate."
She dropped her book-bag on the floor. "Good," she said, tiredly.
Mulder cocked his head to the side as he watched her kick off her boots, hang up her coat neatly and arrange her book bag in place. "What's wrong?", he said, noticing the slumping of her shoulders.
Scully walked a few steps over to the kitchen. Her face was worn and Mulder could see that she had been crying. He immediately engulfed her into his arms, pulling her tightly against him. "What is it, Scully?"
She pulled back from him, shaking her head. "Nothing," she sighed and moved past him to the kitchen.
Mulder angrily tossed the oven mitt onto the small counter. The kitchen was standing room only. He stood leaning against the built-in bar top, watching her carefully. He noticed she was avoiding his gaze as she feverishly stirred the pot of chili. "Mulder, if I asked you to learn to cook, would you do it?", she said, still keeping her eyes glued on to the bubbling liquid. "With school and then working my hours at Mercy, I'm a little overwhelmed."
Mulder eyes scanned the tiny house with empty boxes stacked on top of sealed ones against the large window with a view of the falling snow. "We're moving at the same time too. Maybe we should just get rid of some of this stuff? I mean, we could always get new furniture when we move. That might help with some of the stress."
She sighed heavily. "No, I'm not talking about the move," she said, exasperated. "I'm talking about cooking and cleaning and going to school, and working in the hospital half the time and coming home and having to cook and clean after you!"
She could see the distressed look on Mulder's face. "Even if you warmed up leftover's Mulder, I still had to cook it."
"That's what's bothering you?", he said disbelievingly. He crossed his arm's in front of him, glaring at her.
Her eyes traveled up to his chin but she avoided looking him in the eye. "Yes, that's what's bothering me."
"You're lying!", he declared.
Scully scoffed and stumped past him into the living room but stopped in her tracks and then turned headed towards their bedroom, slamming the door shut. Mulder turned off the eye of the stove and then pushed the bedroom door open. She glanced up at him surprised but retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Mulder leaned against it. "Don't make me break this door down!"
"I'm not in the mood, Mulder!", she said.
"Open the door before I tear it down!"
He waited in front of the door and listened as she unlatched it. He walked in and saw her standing with her back to him, filling up the tub. "I don't want to talk right now, Mulder."
"Well, with that little show you just performed, I think we need to talk about it."
She swung around, her eyes blazing. "Why can't I just have a moment to myself? Why is it that I always have to explain to you what I'm thinking? You always force me to tell you my every thought and I'm sick of it!"
Mulder grabbed her shoulders and held her. He watched as her eyes changed from fiery to lost in a matter of minutes. She pressed her head into his chest and he held her tightly, feeling the tears wetting his shirt. He pulled her back and sat down on the edge of the tub still filling with water. "What is it, Scully?", he said, as she gripped his shoulder, gulping air as she tried to calm her nerves. "I was...", she stammered.
"Take your time," he said, turning off the steaming water and pulling Scully in close, standing between his legs. He held her so her head lay against his chest. "It's okay. Take your time."
She shook her head and sat up, sitting on his left leg. "It doesn't make any sense!"
"What doesn't?", he said, growing concerned.
"Being with him. Holding him. Touching him!", she said watching the changes in the tautness of his jaw and the blaring of his eyes.
"Touching who?", he fumed.
She finally met his eyes and then Mulder knew. "William?"
"I was there with him," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I held him in my arms. I sang to him. He sang back to me, Mulder," she said, as he pulled her tighter against him. "I told him we loved him. He said he loved us back. I was there at his house with his adoptive parents."
Mulder looked perplexed "How? He's here in Pennsylvania? Why didn't you call me, Scully?", he said, angrily. You're telling me, I could've seen him?"
She reached up and placed a soft hand on his face. "Mulder," she said, to center him. "I was sitting in class and then another moment I was sitting on grass and I saw our baby boy in front of me. He could see me but his parents couldn't."
She could see the look in Mulder's eyes. "His adoptive parents," she said, correcting herself. "My professor thought I'd had a stroke because I was just staring off into space. When I came too, I was alone in the class and I have no idea how long it had been over. He wanted me to get checked out."
Mulder touched her cheek, running his finger across the delicate skin capturing her tears. "Scully...", he said.
She shook her head. "No, Mulder I was there! He's out west somewhere. I saw snow-topped mountains and I saw his house and he kept calling me Mama! But she thought he was talking about her but he was pointing directly at me!", she said, looking into his concerned eyes. "I held him in my lap. I don't know how or why but I was there!"
Mulder pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her still. "I believe you," he said. "I believe you."
She nodded her head, sniffling and then she grinned. "He has your smile," Scully said, looking into his worried eyes. She could see Mulder's features soften. "Mulder he is so much a mixture of us," she sighed, wiping her tears away as a smile graced her soft lips. "It's amazing!", she said. "He has my hair color, my eyes but he still looks so much like his daddy," she said, turning to look up at him.
Mulder placed his hands on the sides of her face and pressed his lips hard against hers capturing her breath. He pulled back and smiled.
"He's SO smart, Mulder," she said in awe. "I didn't want that moment to end."
Mulder watched as she stood up and checked the temperature of the water with her fingers. She was still standing between his legs as if she needed to feel him against her. He touched the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her chin up to face him with the other. "He's our son, Scully. He's beautiful and smart and we made him," he smiled.
She grinned and looked away shyly. "He's our miracle," she sighed.
Mulder nodded. "Go ahead and get in the tub before the water gets cold."
She nodded and then pressed her lips against his in a lingering kiss. He stood up and walked to the door. He stopped and stared back at her. She could see concern in his eyes but she smiled and then glanced down at the floor. Mulder opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving her to soak in the tub to her hearts desire. Mulder noticed the fire was dying down in the fireplace and so he added a few more logs to warm up the small home. But Scully's description rang in his ears and so Mulder retreated to their small shared office, trying to look up any cases on the internet similar to what she had described.
After Scullys bath, she dressed in pajama pants and a long sleeve t-shirt with bunny slippers to cover her feet. She walked back into the living room and felt the warmth of the fire just as a gust of white snow pushed past the large bay windows. She could see Mulder in the office, his head tucked into a book and so she returned to the kitchen to finish dinner. They ate the reheated leftover chili and Scully quickly washed the two bowls and utensils. She walked into their tiny shared office and groaned. "Mulder, your stuff is everywhere! How am I supposed to do my course work?"
Mulder stood in the doorway. "I was investigating something, Scully. Hey, did you know that there's an entire show about the Ancient Alien theory?"
She shrugged her shoulder. "Yeah?"
"A whole world just opened up to me, Scully," he said. "If only there was something like that when we were investigating the X-Files, huh."
She smirked. "What would've happened?"
"Maybe they wouldn't have thought I was crazy after all," he said.
Scully chuckled to herself and shook her head. "Your level of craziness is still to be determined, Mulder."
He looked shocked. "Well, I guess you're just as crazy as I am."
"Why?", she smiled.
"Cause your still with me all these years later," he said, capturing her lips.
She sighed. "I guess I am a little crazy", she said, as he released his grip on her.
Mulder began to grab up his collection of books, she placed her hands on top of his.
"That's okay, Mulder," she said. "Leave it. I think I'll work out on the couch."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that alien show is having a marathon in a half hour," he said, hopeful.
"I'll be studying," she said, firmly.
"In the new house you'll have your own office and I'll have mine for my work."
"Good," she said, grabbing up her book bag at the door and then plopped down on the sofa sitting in 'her spot'. Mulder smiled and sat down next to her. Her back leaned against his arm. He moved his arm out of the way and Scully's back fell against his chest.
With one free arm, he flipped the channels until it settled on his alien marathons. Scully grabbed her glasses off the coffee table and settled back against him, her attention on her books and notes in preparation for a surgery she would be assisting in the morning at Mercy Fitzgerald. She wanted to be sharp and ready for anything thrown her way. Mulder sat contented as she studied well into the night. After his marathon had gone off, he noticed that Scully had fallen asleep with her books teetering on the edge of the sofa. He heard one book hit the floor with a loud thud but Scully was still sound asleep. Mulder maneuvered himself and stood up, gently laying Scully down flat on her back. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. She was light and so he held her cradled against him as he pulled down the covers. He laid her down and covered her with a warm blanket to stave off the cold. He returned to the living room, and proceeded to clean up Scully's books, placing them back in her book bag and setting them by the door. He locked the front door and headed to the hallway, adjusting the thermostat on the wall. The temperature was starting to drop and he knew the fire he kept going during the day would burn out during the night, leaving them freezing cold. So, Mulder adjusted the thermostat and then stripped out of his clothes. He threw on some sweat pants and a long sleeved thermal shirt and climbed into the bed next to Scully. She immediately snuggled against him and Mulder closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Scully awoke and looked around her in the dark. She couldn't feel Mulder's warm body against her and she had awoken feeling suddenly cold. She reached out her hand and felt nothing but a carpeted floor. Confused, Scully stood up, trying to recognized the shapes of her bedroom in the dark. Normally she could find her way around in the small bedroom but she could not recognize anything, nothing at all seemed familiar. She reached out her hand trying to feel her way and walked over to her bathroom entrance but what she found was a wall. She continued on, feeling her way until she bumped into a dresser with a lamp. She switched it on and was assaulted with a sea of blue. She glanced over to her left and William was asleep in his toddler bed just a few inches off the floor. It was a plastic Blue's Clues toddler bed with the headboard shaped like the famous blue dog. Scully looked around her in amazement at the colorfully decorated room. His name was spelled out in big block letters hanging on the wall and cute baby decorations that doted the room. She knelt down next to Williams toddler bed and ran her fingers through his red locks. He looked so peaceful as he slept with a small smile gracing his tiny lips.
"What are you dreaming about William?", she whispered.
She watched as his eyes fluttered under closed lids but did not open. She watched as he slept, memorizing every curl of his hair red to a mole that was forming above his lips just like hers that she covered with makeup. She pulled his blues clues blanket up above his shoulders. Scully was startled when the door suddenly opened. The woman, his adoptive mother, walked up to the bed as she peered down at him. She smiled as she watched him. Scully studied her face as the woman stood above her, not seeing her as if she were an apparition. The woman sighed, a look of adoration on her face. Scully felt a pang of resentment but it quickly faded as she saw the spark of love in the woman's eyes for her son. The woman readjusted the blanket and then switched off the lamp leaving Scully in darkness.
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