Through His Eyes

Part 4

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*

Mulder fell back against the sofa. He was dazed and confused as he looked about him, his eyes finally focusing on the frightened face of his partner.

"Mulder," she choked out.

Mulder pulled Scully down into his lap and gripped her tightly. She pressed her head into his shoulder. She could feel his body trembling. She pressed a kiss on his neck and ran her fingers over his back. "Shoo, it's okay. I'm here," she whispered. "I'm right here."

Mulder pulled her back so he could look into her eyes. She could not read his eyes or facial expressions and it frightened her.

"Mulder, what's happening to us?", she said, as she traced her finger over his bottom lip. "I need to know."

Mulder pressed her cheek against his own. "I think he still has his powers, Scully. William is still special."

Scully shook her head. "No! Jeffrey said he was now human!"

Mulder sighed and pulled back looking directly into her blue depths. "I don't think so."

"Yes!", she said, fervently. "He was trying to protect him! I was there, Mulder, you weren't!", she spat.

Mulder broke his contact with her eyes and drooped his head.

"He was your brother, Mulder, and maybe he did want to protect you and William. That's what I firmly believe."

Mulder had a hard time thinking of Jeffrey as his brother, even if he was his half brother. "Explain this all to me," he said, as his voice boomed.

Scully gasped as she looked at him, his face red and his eyes darkened. "Explain to me how our son could be here in our living room and then take us with him, Scully?"

"I don't know!", she yelled back. "Maybe we're hallucinating, like that one time when we were trapped underground because of the hallucinogenic mushrooms we stepped on. Maybe the government has found us and they put something in our hot water tank like they did before," she said pushing off his lap and towering above him. "All I know is that if this is real, which I am not sure that it is, it isn't because of our son. William isn't doing this because he is HUMAN!"

"He's NOT fully human, Scully."

Scully shook her head.

"He needs us! He wants us with him!"

"No," she said, crossing her arms. "He's happy, Mulder. And for the past 2 ½ years he has only known them as his parents. We can't just go yank him out of the only home he knows."

Mulder stood up, towering above her. "He isn't happy. If he were happy, he wouldn't be pulling us to his home and he wouldn't be appearing here. That's the only explanation, Scully. He wants us to find him."

"They love him, Mulder! And they can protect him. We can't! You are still wanted by the FBI. What are you going to do, petition the court?", she said, leaning back so she could look into his eyes. "Mulder, I graduate in three weeks and then we move to Virginia and I start my new job! There's no legal grounds for us to get him back! I saw his face, Mulder. He was happy with them. They even have a dog, did I tell you that?"

Mulder rolled his eyes.

"A collie but he was off running in the distance. William doesn't know us, Mulder."

"He does, Scully!", he said, angrily. "He knows us. He knows they aren't his parents and he's communicating with us!"

"Do you know they're names? I don't! We know nothing Mulder because we are seeing the world through his eyes at three years old!"

"No," Mulder said. "We are standing next to him, we can touch him, we can talk to him. We are RIGHT there with him, Scully. I know I'm right!"

Scully shrugged her shoulders. "What do we do? There's nothing we can do!"

"Do you even want our son back?", he scoffed.

The color drained from Scully's face. "You son-of-a-bitch!"

Mulder grabbed her arms, holding her tightly for his own safety. "STOP! Stop!", he said, as Scully attempted to wiggle free and strike him.

"I know you want him! I'm being an ass right now! I'm sorry, I was upset."

Scully flattened her hands against her body and Mulder released his hold on her. Scully punched him hard in his jaw.

"I was expecting a right," he joked.

"Bastard!", she spat, gripping her left hand which now ached from striking him in the face.

Mulder touched his swollen jaw and looked up towards the ceiling, shaking his head."Look, Scully, I'm sorry. I really am. I was angry and I wanted to hurt you and I'm sorry."

"You succeeded!", she said, grabbing her coat.

"Where are you going?", he said, flustered.

She glared at him. "OUT! Far away from you!"

Mulder exhaled and then watched from the window as Scully took off in her car, driving away quickly from him. Mulder walked into the tiny kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka, filling half a tumbler with the clear liquid. He opened the fridge and grabbed the chilled ice tea from the fridge. He poured it in the tumbler with the vodka and stirred it with his finger. He took a large gulp and with his glass of spiked tea, he retreated to their shared office. He needed to figure out what was happening to them and what he, as a fugitive from the FBI, could do, if anything.

Scully pulled up to the large gray brick parish of the historical St. Denis Catholic Church. She could see a few uniformed children walking from the Cardinal Foley Catholic School in the distance. After dipping her hand into the holy water, Scully made the sign of the cross. "In the name of the Father, the son and the holy spirit," she whispered. Scully stopped at an aisle and genuflected and lowered her head before making the sign of the cross in the direction of the tabernacle and Blessed Sacrament. She stood up and then slid into the aisle and immediately knelt down on a kneeler and again made the sign of the cross before seating herself on the wooden pew. She was early for evening mass but her heart was troubled after her fight with Mulder and she needed to go to the only place outside of her mother's home that she felt at peace.

Scully watched as a few priests and deacons were dressed in long bright green robes chatted outside the sanctuary. Scully knew the bright green color of the robes represented the Irish heritage in which the church was founded. St. Denis was a proud Irish Catholic church that participated in the Irish Day parade an event she had dragged Mulder out of obscurity to attend with her.

Scully waited as the pews began to fill up around her. She stared up at the image of Jesus on a cross above the altar that centered the ornate church. She kept her hands crossed and waited for the mass to begin. She needed to connect this way. Whenever she felt lost, she sought comfort in the church no matter where that church may be.

Mulder was trying to find a link to Williams sudden appearance as well as there own, searching the internet for tidbits amongst the thousands of useless links on the web. Times like these, he missed The Lone Gun Men the most. He searched and read as he sipped on his liquid gold, trying to focus and relax. He wasn't skilled like the Gunmen. Mulder wasn't gifted with computer hacking skills like they had been. He was unable to bypass the typical internet garbage or tap into government databases and so his search for The Truth was at a snails pace. He pushed his laptop away in frustration and headed for the couch, plopping his spiked tea down on the coffee table, nearly empty. He glanced at his watch, noticing the time. Over two hours had gone by since Scully had stormed off and he was starting to get concerned. He jumped up when her car pulled up in front of their small home. She slammed the door and pushed open the metal front door. She was greeted by Mulder who stood in her path. "Where did you go?", he demanded.

Scully pushed past him through the doorway and hung up her coat. "St. Denis, evening mass."

With his hands on his hips, he paced around in a circle as she lingered by the door, stalling for the talk she knew was coming. She turned slowly and stared at him. "Talk!", she said, moving past him and entering the kitchen. She saw the vodka bottle left on the counter and she locked eyes with Mulder. He shrugged his shoulders but continued to stare at her. Scully placed the bottle back into the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge. Mulder was watching her as she sat down on the sofa, taking a sip of the liquid. "Talk, Mulder! I don't want to fight any more."

He pressed his lips together in a thin line and huffed, "Look, Scully, I'm sorry, I really am. I shouldnt've said that."

"No, you shouldn't have," she voiced angrily, with her head turned away from him.

"Can we talk reasonably, Scully? Discuss things?"

She turned her head around slowly to face him and he could see she was still furious with him. "That's completely up to you, Mulder."

"Look, maybe we can go find him."

"And then what, Mulder? Kidnap him and run?", Scully said, dismayed. "Any day now the FBI could come raid this home and take you away from me," she said, locking eyes with his. "I could lose you, Mulder. But if we go and try to do anything while you are still being sought, we are done for! And I'll be locked away the same as you!"

Mulder sat down next to her and sighed heavily. "I can't just sit here and do nothing Scully. I need to do something about this."

"What could we do, Mulder?", she said with her hands thrown up in the air. "In three weeks, I'm graduating. My mom will be here. Then we are gone, I start my new job and we start our new lives in Virginia. That's the plan. The plan is not for me to see you in prison! I've done that once already. I've also buried you once and I cannot go through that again. I can't!", she said, as Mulder slipped her hand in his.

"I didn't say I would go kidnap him, Scully. But, maybe we should know where he is. Don't you think we ought to know? After all, in just eight years we'll need to know his whereabouts because of the end date of 2012!"

"He's too young right now to know what's going on, Mulder," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If William is doing this, he doesn't know what he's doing. He's three, Mulder. He's a baby, still. This is all involuntary on his part."

Mulder stood up with his hands on his hips and began to pace the floor. "I need to know," he said, finally. "I need to find him."

"What if they capture you?," she said, in disbelief. "How will I go on without you, Mulder? The only way I made it the first time was I knew William was thriving inside of me and he was all I had of you. But in honesty, I died in that casket with you," she said, as Mulder's head drooped. "If you get caught Mulder, I won't have William and I won't have you and I'm not sure I can go on..."

Mulder shook his head as he stared at the wall.

"The last time we were separated, Mulder, it was months before I saw you again. We were sitting ducks. Even with Skinner, Monica and John around they still weren't able to protect us."

Scully searched Mulder's eyes for recognition. "I don't know where Monica or John are but even if I could find them," she said, licking her lips. "It would not be smart to involve them. And Skinner, he has to stay clear of us until you are exonerated."

"I'm going!", he said determinedly, looking deep into her eyes.

Scully sat there for a long moment, her expressions changing from shock to hurt to pleading. "Whenever you go off alone, Mulder, bad things happen. You know that."

"Yeah well," he said, as she stood up. "I'll be safe, I'll promise to stay out of trouble."

"There's no one to save you, Mulder," she said. "Does it matter how I feel? Has it ever mattered how I feel?"

Mulder placed his hand on her shoulder and she wrenched it away. "I care about how you feel, Scully. But, it's not going to stop me!"

She shook her head. "It never has, has it? Mulder, however this is happening it's only shown me that our son is loved, he's happy, and well taken care of. Why would I want to destroy the only life he knows?"

"I'm going, Scully," he said, looking guiltily. "And no one, not even you can stop me!"

"Go where?", she said, crushed."You don't even know where to go! There's tons of states out west with mountains behind them."

"Yeah, but I saw something while in the grocery store with him."

Scully peeked up. He hadn't told her where he'd gone when he'd zoned out. "What? What did you see?", she said,

"A newspaper," he said, remembering the images he saw after William had been placed in a blue truck and drove off.

"It was a Buffalo symbol," he said, tapping into this idyllic memory. "I saw a newspaper heading...Jackson, Wyoming!", he screamed, racing past her into their bedroom.

Scully followed him, her hands crossed in front of her defensively, standing by the doorway as he grabbed a duffel bag, tossing in clothes and necessities. He changed into hiking boots and donned a baseball cap. With his budding beard he was nearly unrecognizable. He stared down into her eyes and he kissed her on the lips. She didn't resist. She held him for a long moment, listening to his rapid heart beating. He pulled back from her and rested his forehead against hers before planting a soft kiss against her lips. "I love you Scully. Don't worry about me. I'll call you when I get there."

Scully watched as he donned his coat and kissed her goodbye. She stared at him in disbelief as he walked out of the door, his duffel bag tossed over his back. Scully watched him through the large bay windows, crossing over the snow covered walk way, heading for the center of town, she assumed. She didn't know if that would be the last time she ever saw Mulder alive again and so she watched him I until he faded in the distance.

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