Transference

Part 2

by Trycee

Sequel to Transmission and Transcendence

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

William popped the dvd into the player and sat down on the couch. Mulder sat at the right end, his arm extending out past Scully's shoulders as she snuggled up to him, her head against his chest. She glanced over and noticed the distance between herself and William and she extended her hand. "Come here, William."

He smiled and moved in close, nervously he laid his head on Scully's chest, immediately feeling warmth, safe and protected. He could hear her thoughts, "Oh god, I have my son back. I still can't believe it." and he closed his eyes, as the enormity of his own emotions mixed with hers overtook him. He had wondered what it would feel like to feel safe again in his mother's arms. It had been years since he was a baby and though he remembered everything that happened with his extraordinary memory, he could not remember what it felt like to be held by her. And so in the last week that they had been reunited they were acting as a normal family. And William took every opportunity he could to touch his parents, but especially to hug his mother. He knew she felt the same way. He could hear her think, "We shared the same body once...and for a long time you were gone from me, but now I'm whole again."

And William could see how much she had wanted him, how hurt she was when she thought she would never have children. He could see that Mulder too had been crushed at the thought of never having a child with Scully, though they weren't together then. He could see in his mind, how they'd attempted to have a child and how devastated she'd been when her only attempt at having her own biological children had failed. He could also feel the shock she had in being pregnant and wishing she could tell Mulder. He could feel how alone she felt thoroughout her pregnancy but that she carried on for him. He glanced up at his mother and their eyes locked and William leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for everything, Mom."

A tear trailed down her cheek and she swallowed it down. "Thank you for being you."

Mulder touched his son on the shoulder. William could hear Mulder saying, "My son, my boy," proudly in his head. They all settled back, still holding on to each other as the trailers finally ended and the movie began.

Doggett stopped the rental car on the side of the road and looked at Reyes. "I'm tired and this circle we're running around in is getting tiring."

"I'm telling you, I know he's not around here, John," Monica said, sincerely.

"Monica, we've followed one dead lead after the other trying to find Gibson. This is our last lead. He's somewhere here."

"I know he's not. I can feel it."

"They said he went by Jacob Netu, like a name from Guam or something, where he grew up with his parents before they got killed or something," Doggett said with a thick New York accent.

"I'm telling you, John, we're heading in the wrong direction. Gibson doesn't live out here."

"Then where is he?", he said, frustrated. "We're out in Canada looking for a needle in a haystack. First the family we placed him turned up dead, then we find out he had changed his name, then we find out there's like eight Jacob Netu's in Western Canada. This isn't a small country," he said, looking out at the vast stretches of land in front of him.

"Let's just go," she said, looking at John.

Doggett started the car and then headed back to the road. "Okay, then...which way?"

Monica smiled and then focused deeply. She knew the answer would come to her if she just tried to block out everyone else, including John and focus.

"Vancouver," William said suddenly, as both Scully and Mulder looked at him curiously.

"Vancouver," Monica answered. "He's in Vancouver."

"That's like 350 miles from here," John complained.

"That's where he is."

"It'll take us another day to get there."

"That's what we came for, John."

"Okay. Vancouver it is," he sighed. "I better be getting a big reward for all this," he said, with a sly smile.

Monica smiled back. "I'm up for it, if you are."

"Oh?", John said, slamming on the brakes.

"In the hotel, John," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh...Well, okay," he said, as his cheeks reddened.

"A little eager there, are we?", Monica teased.

"Absolutely. Last night was amazing," he smiled.

Monica smiled back. "It was. And a long time coming,"she sighed.

"It was," he agreed.

"Well. Let's just get back to civilization and then see where the night takes us."

John nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Like a transistor radio switching channels, Gibson was picking up everyone's thoughts as he sat at the bar. He sipped on his beer and then glanced up at his own image on the blackened tv screen in front of him. He could easily blend in the city, no one hardly noticed a small statured man unless he was walking too slowly in their way, unlike the smaller towns where he stood out like a sore thumb. He had grown a beard, even dated on occasion, and would hang out at the bar with his friends for a cheap night of $2 beers and billiards. He could hear everyone's thoughts around him if he wanted, but he would block out as many as he could unless it was a girl he was interested in or one of his friends. If only he had no cares in the world, but the world was exactly what he worried about. He could feel them as if they were standing next to him. He knew they were on their way to find him. He knew why...Mulder and Scully. All he wanted to do was live a normal life, even if the world were about to end. He'd lived his entire life in fear and he refused to live what little he would have of an adult life being afraid of THEM. He no longer saw a reason to resist. If it was gonna end, it just needed to end, as he saw it. "To hell with it!", Gibson said, as he downed his first beer.

"Hey, Jacob. To hell with what, dude?", his friend Lizard asked, as he flittered with the female bartender as they sat at the bar.

"To hell with the future, man!"

Lizard looked at Gibson. "That's right! Fuck it!"

"Yeah, fuck it!", Gibson said, as they slammed their beers together in a toast.

"FUCK THE FUTURE!", Lizard screamed out and the bar erupted in screams and agreement.

After the movie, William's parents kissed him goodnight and Scully told him she would meet him upstairs so she could tuck him in bed, as Mulder retreated into his office to check his email.

"Change into your night clothes," she said.

William nodded and he turned and walked up the steps to his makeshift bedroom. He moved past the paint cans and bags his mother had bought to decorate his room just as soon as his father painted it. He sat down on the bed and waited. Just as he knew it would, a shadow appeared before him. After cleaning up behind her two boys, Scully ducked into Mulder's office. "You want to come up and tuck him in with me?"

Mulder turned around to face her. "I'll get William up in the morning so you can sleep in. I have some work to do right now."

Scully looked disappointed. "Okay."

"I won't make this a habit I promise," he said, to ease her mind.

"Okay, I'm holding you to it, Mulder. We just got him back."

He stood up and kissed her on the lips. "I know. I don't want to miss out on anything but its a job offer and I just need to look it over."

Scully nodded, her shoulders were slightly slumped as she turned and walked out of his office. She stood at the steps a moment and then climbed them but she stopped in her tracks at the entrance of his bedroom. William sat in a trance as a tall menacing black shadow Being stood before him. She raced in and the being immediately turned around and she gasped. "It has no face." It disappeared into thin air and she grabbed William by the arm and raced down the steps, just as Mulder was running up the steps.

"What? What happened? Is he okay?", he said, grabbing up William and tossing him over his shoulder.

Scully looked pale, her eyes were wild as she stared at the top of the stairs.

"What was it?", Mulder said, after placing William back down onto the couch.

Scully sat down and held William tightly. "William, what was that? A ghost? You can tell me?"

William shook his head. "They can't touch me but they can talk to me."

"Who? You mean, them!", Mulder asked pointing upward.

"Yes," William nodded. "They were talking to me, showing me things."

"Things like what?", Scully said, still panicked.

"Things..."

"Whoa, whoa, what happened?", Mulder demanded.

"I walked upstairs to tuck him in and there's this black shadowy figure standing there and William looked like he was in a daze," she said, trying to steady her breathing. "He turned and looked at me... and Mulder he had no face," she said, reaching out for his hand.

He held her tiny hand in his, locking their fingers. "Its okay, calm down."

"Mulder, he felt evil."

Mulder looked down at William. "What did they show you? What did they say?"

"I can't explain it," William said in awe. "It was so much. There are many worlds. Many dimensions."

"What was that thing?", Scully said, her voice rising.

William snapped back to life and stared at his mother. He could feel her fear that she would lose him again. "They can't take me. They can't come here so they sent a shadow man, which is another type of alien."

"Another type?"

"Yes. Like the ones people think are angels. These are the opposite of them. They're evil. But they can also be messangers," William answered. "So they sent a messanger to show me what they wanted me to know. They aren't gonna stop. They'll keep coming to talk to me until the date."

"But why?", Scully asked, feeling helpless.

"Because they're afraid I will fight against them."

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