A/N: So this is the final chapter and it will be very long, as it has flashbacks to explain a lot of what has been going on. I couldn't stop writing so you get a long chapter to finish the story off.

It Returns Epilogue 2

Seven Years Later

The small house was like the dream house in the American dream: Small with a large yard, with a white fence around the edge. The front yard was neatly groomed with the lawn nicely mowed and watered and the flower beds near the porch steps were in order and the flowers blooming adding a splash of color against the beige house paint and brown stained deck. Inside the house was organized chaos. The living room was a mess of toys piled in a basket in the corner. The couch was clean and tidy while the coffee table held half-done drawings, old coffee mugs and crayons. The kitchen was in order like the front yard; though it wasn't as well stocked. The family had yet to make their weekly grocery run. In the back of the first floor was a large room, locked to the kids. Inside was a modest office for two: two desks, two computers and large bookshelves and filling cabinets. The second floor held four rooms and two bathrooms. One room, the original master bedroom, was empty. It was only a guest room. The other three rooms were occupied. The medium sized room was a sanctuary to a small 13 year old girl. The room's walls were plain white, but covered with posters and pictures the child had taken.

The two smaller rooms contained sleeping twins; a boy and a girl. The twins were five years old. Their rooms were also just a plain white, but they just had pictures and a couple blank pieces of paper that they could draw on, their mother's idea to stop them from drawing on the walls in the rest of the house. The three kids slept soundly. Upstairs was originally an attic, but the house owners had changed it into a new master bedroom complete with a walk in closet and ensuite bathroom. This was where they slept.

The large man held his diminutive wife in his arms. Her head rested against the left side of his chest right over his heartbeat. His arms were around her waist, keeping her close to him and he had one hand on her neck, feeling the pulse that showed she was alive. This was the way they had fallen asleep every night they were together for the last seven years.

About an hour after the sun had fully risen, the small women woke up. She opened her eyes and smiled before turning her head to kiss her husband's chest; her signal for him to let her go and even in his sleep, he complied. The women sat up in bed and stretched her arms above her head and arched her back; causing her red hair to tumble down her back. She and her husband were eternally grateful that chemo had not been needed to treat her second bout with cancer. The women grabbed her robe from the floor. She stood up and slipped the robe around her still thin frame.

The movement of the springs in the mattress caused her husband to wake up. He slowly blinked open his hazel eyes and smiled at his wife. He stood up and walked over to her before leaning down and kissing her sweetly on the lips, a kiss she returned.

"Good morning Scully." He whispered against her lips.

"Morning Mulder." She returned.

This ritual was the only time they referred to each other by their last names any more. They now called each other by their first names or 'mom' and 'dad.' They took their shower together and got ready for the day. They left their room and walked down one flight of stairs, and opened the doors to check on their children; who were still sleeping soundly, for now. They walked down the last flight of stairs and wandered into the kitchen.

Fox started the coffee machine before heading outside to get the Saturday paper from the driveway. Dana pulled the list from the fridge down, before opening up the fridge, freezer and pantry; adding what they needed, and was not on the list, to the list. Once that was done she pulled out all the ingredients for pancakes. Fox came back in just as the coffee finished brewing. He poured two cups and added their sugar and cream before handing a mug to Dana as she mixed the dry ingredients together. Once the batter was finished and the griddle nice and hot, Fox took over and started to cook the pancakes. Dana then went into the living room and organized the coffee table, bringing the old mugs into the kitchen where she rinsed them before placing them in the dishwasher. She then sat down at the table in the kitchen that was their family dining room.

Soon the smell of pancakes filled the house and it wasn't long before the twins came down the stairs and went straight to their parents. The little girl went to Fox and the boy to Dana. She picked her little man up and held him in her lap. He was still asleep and buried his head in his mother's neck. Dana kissed his forehead and rocked him in her lap. She buried her nose in his brown curls, loving the small hint of his baby scent that still lingered in his hair. Dana remembered the day they found out she was pregnant with the twins.

They had been trying for a few months. They had been married for almost a year and a half and wanted to expand their family. Fox had refused to believe that she could not conceive a child. After seven months of trying, they went to a fertility specialist. She ran extensive tests on both of them before she found a couple eggs in Dana's ovaries. They fertilized them, hoping that at least one of them would grow from a zygote to a little person.

The day Dana took the home pregnancy test and saw the sign for positive was one of the happiest days of her life. But she kept the knowledge to herself until she got the blood work back. Then she told her husband.

Fox loved the day when they found out she was carrying twins. It was the first scan where they could take their time; Mulder, who left the FBI and opened a child psychology office, had closed the practice for the afternoon and Dana had took the afternoon off from the hospital as well. They were sitting in the room, just listening to the heartbeat while the tech did her thing when suddenly the beautiful baby girl sprouted a third arm. As the three adults watched another little baby, who was definitely a boy, moved out from behind his sister and the sound of the heartbeat doubled with both of them having separate pulses. Fox and Dana had cried happy tears.

When the twins were born, and they picked out names; they wanted names similar to the family they had lost, but still were unique. So they decided to name their little girl Sasha Melody Mulder; Sasha for Samantha and Melody for Melissa and their little boy Liam Anthony Mulder, Liam being similar to William, after their fathers' names.

"Good morning Little Man." She whispered into his hair. She let him rest in her lap, until his sister saw her as Fox twirled her around.

"Momma!" The little girl squirmed around until her father let her down. The little girl bolted over to her mother with Fox following behind. He passed his daughter to her mother and scooped up his son just in time as Sasha threw herself onto her mother. Dana laughed and scooped her up and showered her face with kisses as her fingers tickled the five-year olds' sides. Her laughter roused her brother and soon he joined in the fray, tickling his mother. Fox also joined in tickling, Liam.

As the sound of their laughter floated to the second floor, a groan could be heard.

"Well, it looks like Quinn is about ready to join the real world." Dana quipped.

The twins were always up before Quinn and usually went to bed before her too. Dana stood up and had a twin on each hip. She carried her babies up the stairs and into Quinn's room. When the twins saw their sister they went and pounced on the bed and started jabbering all at once.

After a few seconds and when Quinn didn't respond they stopped and looked from Quinn's head to their mother and back.

Suddenly Quinn bolted up and grabbed the twins and started tickling both of them. The twins screeched in surprise and then started to laugh. Quinn tickled her younger siblings until they cried "Uncle!" in there baby talk. She released them and they bolted from their room, knowing that pancakes were almost ready.

Dana watched as they vanished into the kitchen before turning her attention back to her oldest. Quinn's brown hair (hair lighter then Fox's) was cut short, proudly displaying the long jagged white scar that decorated her neck. Her hair was a slight mess, all pushed up on one side, showing Dana just how hard her daughter slept last night. Quinn sat up in the bed and stretched her arms above her head. Her blankets slipped down, revealing the sports bra she slept in and a few more scars dotted across her abdomen and upper chest.

Quinn was adopted by Dana and Fox just a year after the twins were born. Dana had just returned to work and the twins spent some time with their grandmother when she was brought in to the ER at the hospital Dana was now working at; during Dana's ER shift.

Flashback.

She had come in with severe dehydration and malnutrition as well as several broken ribs and bruises covering the majority of her body as well as the healed scar across her neck. She had refused to tell the EMTs who brought her in any information about herself. She did the same thing to Dana until Dana proved Quinn could trust her. Eventually Quinn told Dana that her step-father was responsible for all the damage, except the scar on her neck, she has had that scar sense she was very little and didn't remember how she got it. Dana immediately called Child Services and the local PD.

Quinn's father was quickly arrested. He was denied bail at his arraignment and Quinn stayed in the hospital for a few weeks while she recovered. Once her tests came back all cleared, she was placed in Foster Care with a nice family house. The house was designed for abused kids who were testifying against their supposed protectors; the foster parents were child advocates. She had left the hospital with a business card of Dana's with both Dana's numbers as well as Fox's numbers.

Four months later the trial was complete, with a guilty verdict and Quinn was moved to a new home. But that family was elderly and soon they were forced by their now grown-up children to move into a nursing home. This caused Quinn to move to a new home in the area. But this family was the complete opposite of her last home. Quinn was further abused: she was locked in the closet if she came home with a grade lower than an A, or if she dropped something and they saw it. But what hurt the worst was the fact that he would use her chest as an ashtray, when the "mother" wasn't home, causing the burns on her chest.

One night he took it too far while his wife was at the store with the two younger foster care children in their care. Quinn decked the man and knocked him out cold before bolting to her room and packing her clothes and camera. She was about to leave the room when she saw the card Dana had given her. She snatched it up and left the house. She ran for almost an hour before a cop on a bicycle stopped her. She told him who she was and where she wanted to go and he called a car for back up and followed her and the car to the hospital where Dana worked.

Dana was on the tail end of her shift in the ER when the cops brought Quinn in again. Dana went and overtook another doctor to get to Quinn. Quinn had blood pouring down her nose and from a split lip as well as the marks on her chest. Dana had brought Quinn over to a table and closed the curtains, keeping the cops outside. Dana treated Quinn before admitting her for the night, and before allowing the cops back in.

Quinn asked her to stay so she knew one person there as she told her story. Dana agreed. After finishing her story and having it recorded by one of the officers a detective was called in. He listened to the recording and then asked Quinn a few more questions. Afterwards he called Child Services and had them go and remove the two younger children immediately, and he sent the cop who gave Quinn a ride in to arrest both of them. Another car would meet him there to take them in separate cars.

The detective then turned to Dana.

"How long until she's released from here?"

"I won't know until tomorrow. But at least overnight; I want to make sure she hasn't been concussed" Dana had replied simply. He nodded and left to get ready for the interrogation.

"What'll happen to me know?" The then 8 year old asked, softly.

"Well, you'll stay overnight and the nurse who helped you during your last stay will help you tonight. She'll wake you up every few hours to make sure that you don't have a concussion. Then in the morning when I return, I'll take you and get a few more tests to determine how long you'll stay here this time." Dana told her. Quinn had nodded, but still seemed wary.

"And after I'm released?" She'd seemed almost terrified by the answer.

"Well talk about that later. I knew I should never have let you go last time." Dana told her as she wheeled Quinn into a room in the Ped's unit. "And I don't plan on letting you go this time. Think you can handle living with twin newborns and a man who is a child himself?" Dana asked her as she helped her to bed.

"That sounds like Heaven Dr. Dana." Quinn had told her.

So the next day after it was determined that Quinn would spend the rest of the week in the hospital. She met Mulder when he came in for lunch with Dana. The twins were spending time with Grandma Scully.

Quinn, warmed up to Mulder pretty quickly once she realized that he was totally in love with Dana and when he spoke to her with no anger or pity in his voice.

Mulder became attached to Quinn fairly quickly as well. And he asked Dana if they could keep her. Dana had laughed and said that she would talk to Child Services and the detective in charge of her new case.

On Friday night, Dana had a Graveyard Shift and Mulder stayed with the twins and Grandma Scully. Dana was supposed to be in the ER, but the Attending in charge that evening told her to head on up to the ped's ward, and Dana had left without questioning the order.

She entered the ward, and heard screaming coming from a room. One look at the nurse and she knew it was Quinn's room. Dana rushed into the room and found Quinn thrashing in her bed as she screamed for the bastard to stop hurting her. Dana had rushed over to the bed and climbed in beside Quinn before wrapping her arms around the child. Quinn had woken up immediately after feeling Dana's arms come around her. Dana started whispering and rocking Quinn who had started to calm down from her nightmare.

"Sleep sweet child, all is well. Sleep." Dana whispered in her ear and the child didn't totally fall asleep but she did calm down and relax. She turned over in Dana's arms and snuggled into the embrace.

Dana's heart melted as she felt the little girl cuddle in closer with her, and she knew then that she wasn't going to let this child go, not until she left for College. So she fished her cell phone out of her lab coat and dialed a very familiar number.

"Mulder."

"It's me. Are you sure you want to keep Quinn?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because there is no way I'm letting her go again. I am going to let both the detective in charge of her case and Social Services know that I am taking her home on Sunday and filling for adoption. Are you still on good terms Skinner?"

"Yup, very good terms with him; I would say that we're almost friends. Again I ask: why?"

"I thought it might be a good idea to have a character witness, my boss will be mine and Skinner will be yours. In the morning call him and ask him to look into the process and to write a recommendation letter for you. My boss is already typing mine. But get it done, I don't want to have to let her go, again."

"Okay Babe, I'll call him tomorrow once the sun is fully awake. You just concentrate on your job and don't worry about it. Love you."

"Love you too. See you when I get home."

Dana hung up the phone and put it away before wrapping her arms around the little girl.

"I am going to try my hardest to keep you." She whispered in her ear.

"Will I still have to call you Dr. Dana?" Quinn whispered back.

"No, sweetie you won't." Dana answered with a chuckle.

"Can I call you Mom, then?" She asked, picking her head up to look at Dana.

"Of course baby girl, of course you can call me mom." Dana told her and watched as Quinn smiled and fell asleep.

End Flashback.

So Dana and Mulder had adopted Quinn and Quinn had come home with her on Sunday evening. She instantly simmered with the twins and was the third quickest person to calm them down after Dana and Mulder. Maggie instantly loved her as well, though Charlie and Bill took a little time to warm up to her and she to them. She still wasn't quite as comfortable around Bill, probably because Mulder wasn't comfortable around him either. But she quickly blossomed in her new home and started to warm back up to people her age and her talent with a camera shined through.

Dana was brought from her musings by a pair of arms hugging her. She hugged Quinn back and kissed her cheek.

"Please don't become the type of teenager to suddenly dislike and hate their parents?" Dana asked her eldest daughter.

"That won't happen to this teenager, mom. I might fight with you and Dad, but I'll never hate you. Now I smell pancakes, so let's go eat." Quinn led her mother back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fox handed both women a plate with pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs, with cheddar cheese for Quinn.

Both women kissed his cheek before joining the rest of the family at the table.

Dana's last thought before she started eating was: She was glad that Mulder didn't let her go; she was glad she fought the cancer when it returned.