She turns toward the sound, a little boy stands with a tear streaked face in the door way. She refuses to believe it. 'It's highly unlikely. The records were sealed. There is no way he could've found us.' These thoughts roll through her mind like a steam train. Scully reaches silently for Mulder attention. He's still rubbing his head from where the pencil struck. "What is i..." He stops abruptly when he sees the boy in the door. Reprimanding himself for thinking this little boy could be his son, he greets the sobbing child. "Hey kiddo, you ok?" He asks, walking towards him. The boy is speechless. He is trying to say something but his mouth is moving and no sound is coming out.

Taking him around his shoulders, Mulder guides the boy to the chair. "It's ok kiddo. Did something happen?" Scully is still standing paralysed in the middle of the room. Silent tears roll down her cheeks as she tries to pull herself together, reminding herself she will never see her son again. "I'm... Are you?..." The boy stutters. Suddenly, in a great hurry, he reaches for his cell and dials.

"Did you meet them? What did they say? What happened?" A bubbly female voice came through the line. "William? Are you there?"

"William?" Cried Scully and Mulder in unison. "Our William?"

"Are you Dana Scully and Fox Mulder?" The girl asked

"Yeah it's them. Em. They look just like I remember only now she's blonde." Scully turned to leave, silent tears running down her face, she wouldn't cope if she had to leave him again. The boy walked toward her and lightly caught her fingers.

The night was warm, the window in the nursery was open, a slight breeze playing with the lacy curtains his gran had made. They were dancing in the nursery, "He was a good friend of mine. Never understood a single word he said but...". His Mom drifted off, her face fell before she could finish the sentence. She carried him over to the picture filled shelf, he and his gran, he and Mr Skinner, he and his parents. With her spare arm she reached for the latter frame and rocked him, looking at the picture.

Scully gasped. "How did you...?"

The voice on the phone answered, "Our genetic makeup means that we as a..." She paused unsure of how to continue. "Well as a family, we react a little differently to the tests." Dumbstruck and confused Mulder and Scully's silent communications filled the room. "You're the only ones that can help us. The four of us at this end need birth certificates and the three little ones still need names. William show 'em the pictures. Please say you'll help."

Breathing deeply to steady her shaking, keeping a light grip on her sons hand she hesitantly asked, "Are you... I mean... It's impossible but he... And then...what's your name sweetie?" She asked the disembodied voice.

"Her name is Emily." Her son admitted matter of factly. "At least that's what you told her." He continued, facing Mulder. His blank expression fostered fear and unease in both William and Emily. "When you were taken." He continued carefully.

"Aunt Samantha said he might not remember." Emily called to William. "It's ok kiddo."

The pair shared a silent communication again.

"Samantha!" They echoed in unison.

"Yeah." The agreed.

I know this is a lot to ask but we didn't think they were in Australia. I figured they were like in Arizona or Nevada or something and bringing them home would be... Just please?" William seemed almost defeated.

"I get this is a lot to process and you probably just want to run but the 5 of us, we need you. The little ones especially. They're only 10, 6 and 3. And because we don't have any documentation, no proof of residence they can't deport us. But we're not Australian so we can't stay here and the U.S. won't take us because we have nothing."

Mulder and Scully simply stared at each other, jaws fallen.

Scully looked as if she was going to be sick. Mulder wasn't convinced she'd heard anything other than that Emily was alive and trying to come home so Mulder said what Scully couldn't.

"Of course we'll help. What do we have to do?" A smile spread from ear to ear across Williams face. "Really?" William asked. "You're my kid. I'd do anything for you." Mulder replied.

Almost a full hour later they, Mulder, Scully and a beaming William were in the car heading home. "Emily died." Scully whispered still keeping a point of contact on William, almost lost like if she moved he would vanish again. "I held her in my arms until her heart..." She said, pain and sympathy reflected in her voice simultaneously.

"Yeah I know, she remembers. She uses it as her happy memory." Scully's quizzical look prompted William to explain that the Scully- Mulder children are able to avoid any negative effects of the experiments by hanging on to a happy memory.

"It was my Dads idea. When he saw Emily last he was telling her about Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and how happy thoughts can make you fly. She really loved fairies. Whenever the smoker man would come for her, Dad would yell out 'Happy Thoughts' and she would only cry a little bit. After he gave her chromosomes those happy thoughts kept her safe. When she and I first met, she told me about them and how they helped Scully 3 so they might help me. She was right...sort of..."

"Who's Scully 3?"

What do you mean sort of?" They asked simultaneously.

"Scully 3 and 4 are my brothers and Scully 5 is my sister. I have pictures." He pulled an enormous folio out of his backpack filled with scribbles and drawings and plans. Handing them to his mother he continued, "The happy thoughts help but they can't stop the tests, they just sort of make the effects constructive." Pausing William took a deep breath knowing this was going to sound crazy, but if they didn't believe him no one would. "Ok like, I already had a photographic memory and after a couple of times I started getting glimpses inside other people's mind. But only memories not what they were thinking that was a Gibson thing. It took a really long time to get a grip on to control what memories I saw and when. So I'd practice with Scully 1-5." He'd been so quiet since they'd left the office and now he was like this little bundle of energy. Scully, who had so recently been shocked and terrified was now chuckling to herself. His babbling reminded her so much of Mulder she felt like this was just another day, like they were picking him up from another day at school. The thought stimulated another.

"Now William, shouldn't you be at school?" She said her eyes cheekily stern. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked she became quite sombre. "Where do your parents think you are?"

"You're my parents." They breathed a smile, "your adoptive parents, I don't want to get in trouble for kidnapping or anything."

"Oh." Was the response. Scully felt guilty for taking away his smile but these were things she needed to know. "They died a long time ago. I've been in the system since." It was as though all the oxygen in the car was gone.

"Oh my God! That's not what I wanted, that isn't the way this was supposed to be." She started sobbing. Moving her hand from Williams, she squirmed in her seat. "He was supposed to be safe Mulder. They were supposed to protect him when I couldn't." "I know." "It's not fair. They should've called us. They should've let me bring him home." She was almost inaudible by the time the car paused at the gate to their property. Scully flung the door open. "I HATE THIS!" She yelled, jumping the fence and running, her heels left behind stuck in the grass.

Mulder let her run, he knew she felt responsible for losing William but truth be told, he felt worse.

As they left the car, and were heading towards the house in silence, Mulder asked his son. "These other kids you say are magically ours, were they with you in the system? He's not sure what answer would be worse. Yes and all his children would've only ever known an institution, No, and they would've been all alone, maybe loved, maybe not.

"No just me, the others lived at the facility."