Transference Part 4

By Trycee

Time-Line: 2011

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

**Sequel to Transmission and Transcendence

The phone startled Scully awake. She reached out in the dark and picked the phone up off the receiver. "Scully," she said, half expecting it to be the hospital calling with an emergency despite her week long vacation since bringing the 'real' William into their home. A chance for the family to become acquainted with each other.

"Dana?"

Scully sat up. "Monica?"

"Yes. Sorry to wake you."

"Where are you guys? We were getting concerned."

"We're in Chicago on a layover."

"I'm assuming you found Gibson," Scully said, glancing over to Mulder who was still sound asleep.

"Yes, but he's not what any of us expected."

"What do you mean?", Scully said, rising up from the bed.

With one hand she grabbed her robe, pulling it on and clasping it firmly around her waist. She then opened their bedroom door and walked down the short hallway to her office. She cracked the door open and could see William sleeping peacefully on her sofa.

"Gibson is," Monica whispered. "Seems to have a problem with alcohol. He is reluctant to help. He doesn't think anything will change. He feels they will still come and everything will continue to end."

Scully flipped on the kitchen light. "He's had a rough life, Monica. I don't blame him for feeling this way or being that way."

"We have a flight to D.C. And then some driving time. We're looking at another day at the most."

"Okay," Scully said, pushing the on button on the coffee maker. "Just be careful. Call us when you arrive in D.C."

"Alright," Monica said.

The phone went dead and Scully hung her phone up. She watched as the coffee maker began to steam and fill the carafe. She turned to reach for a mug but jumped when she saw a small figure standing in the doorway. "William?"

"I can't sleep," he said, walking up to his mother and wrapping his tiny mother in a firm hug.

"Whats wrong?", she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm having a nightmare."

"Oh, what about?", she said, lifting his chin so she could stare into her sons eyes.

"I see people dropping dead in droves."

Scully cocked her head to the side. "What else do you see?"

William swallowed. "I see myself looking in a mirror...and I look like them."

"Them? In what way?"

"I have a large head and dark slanted eyes like them," he said, staring into the endless blue of his mother's eyes. "I'm them."

"No," Scully said, shaking her head. "You are our son. You are a special boy but you are part me and part of your dad. The only child of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully."

William smiled briefly. "I know but I know I'm apart of them too."

"We all are, William. Your special but you are our son. You belong with us, no one else."

William moved back from his mother. "You're scared."

Scully looked concerned. "What do you mean?"

"You're worried about losing me or my dad or of us losing you."

Scully bit her lip and looked down. "Mother's worry, William, that's what we do."

"You're worried that something bad will happen when the creators come back. Your scared one of us will die. Its your greatest fear."

Scully stared into her sons face. "I know you know this. But I would never let anything happen to you. Neither would your dad. And your right, it is my greatest fear."

Suddenly the coffee carafe tipped over in to a cup that materialized before her eyes. "Don't worry, mom. I will take care of you," William said.

Scully stared at the coffee as the carafe returned to its place in the coffee maker. She turned to look at her son. "I know you will. And I'll take care of you."

William smiled but then he turned towards the darkened hallway where his parents bedroom lay and Scully's office where he was sleeping overnight. "He's reaching for you and he can't feel you. He's about to panic and come rushing out into the hallway."

The bedroom door flung open and Mulder stopped in his tracks. "What's wrong?", he said, looking at William. "Where's your mom?"

William smiled. "In here."

Scully walked over to the hallway, peering down to where Mulder stood in his boxers. "Go back to bed Mulder," she said, slightly irritated.

Mulder still upset about their tiff turned and walked back into their bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Scully switched off the kitchen light and then walked William back to her office. "Go get some sleep, William," she said, staring at her bedroom door.

William touched her hand and she felt a sensation course through her. "Mr. Doggett and Ms. Reyes will be back sooner than they thought. You need to sleep to."

Scully bent down and kissed her son on the forehead. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too," he said, opening his door and closing it behind him, leaving her alone in the hallway.

She entered her bedroom without turning on a light and slide back under the covers. She sighed and turned to her side facing Mulder. "Can we talk?"

"I'm trying to sleep now, Scully!", Mulder said, with his back turned towards her.

"Mulder, I just want to stop fighting with you."

"I said, I'm trying to sleep!", he said, staring at her in the dark. "GOOD NIGHT!"

Scully lay back flat on her back. "Fine," she said, staring up at the ceiling.

After there was no counter-response from Mulder, Scully closed her eyes and tried to sleep but Williams words kept playing over and over in her mind. He had surprised her revealing her hidden fears so casually. She was more than terrified of the future. It was fear of losing her family and that fact that she would have no control over the events that would play out as sure as there would be a December 21st 2012. All that she had lay next to her, Mulder, who was too upset at her to speak and also, William, a few feet away in her office. She wanted Mulder's comfort, his embrace, to lay in his arms and know that for now she was safe. But Mulder was angry and whenever he was she knew she needed to give him distance.

She sighed and tried again to drift off to sleep but all she could see was a casket with Mulder inside as she tossed dirt on top of his coffin. She had protectively touched her pregnant stomach and gripped her mother's hand as she stood beside the open grave. She shook the memory out of her mind and did her best to get some rest but sleep was elusive.

William awoke to find his parents both fully dressed and marching from the kitchen to the dining area setting the table but still not speaking to each other. William could hear their thoughts: "I'm not apologizing until she apologizes."

"Stubborn and selfish," she thought to herself. "Typical. He expects me to give in. I won't this time. I won't."

William watched as Mulder slammed down a box of cereal onto the table.

"It doesn't matter who apologizes," William begun. "Just as long as you do it before they come. They'll be here very soon."

"Already?", Scully said surprised.

"They took a jet to D.C," William said, pouring himself some breakfast.

"Do you want eggs and bacon?", Scully said, looking at Mulder.

He nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd like that."

William could feel the unspoken apology between them. After Scully had fixed Mulder's breakfast she sat the plate in front of him and then glanced down just as Mulder had turned his head up. Their lips locked and Scully snaked her hand to the back of his head, drawing him in closer as they deepened their kiss.

"Umm... I'm still here," William said, shyly.

Scully pulled away. "I'll be right back," she said, still staring at Mulder. He could see the desire in her eyes and he knew that his matched hers.

Mulder glanced over to their son. "You're blocking our thoughts right?"

"God yes," William said, shaking his head. "I don't wanna be grossed out."

Mulder chuckled. "As you know, I love your mom."

"I know."

"And I love you."

William smiled at his father. "I love you too."

Scully returned with her breakfast, a yogurt and a sliced banana. Her eyes met Mulder's and William could hear her thoughts. "To be continued."

"Absolutely", Mulder returned his own message through the silent communication they always shared.

"I'm still here," William said.

Both Mulder and Scully smirked at each other and then turned their attention to their breakfasts.

"You're getting too thin," Mulder said, watching Scully eat her yogurt. "Don't you want some of my breakfast?"

Scully continued to eat her sparse meal. "Mulder didn't someone tell you that there's two things you NEVER mention to a woman? Her age and her weight?"

"Seriously, Scully," he said, "You have me concerned."

"Mulder, I said I'm fine," she said, raising her eyebrow. "What brought this on?"

William stood up suddenly. "I'll go let them in."

Mulder jumped up and walked with William to the front door. "I'll go son. I have to unlock the gate."

William nodded. Just as Mulder walked down the steps, a black car turned into their driveway up to the gate. Mulder jogged down the windy road and pulled out his keys and unlocked the large gate. Doggett waved to him as he drove on towards the house. Mulder relocked it and then walked swiftly back up to the house. He could see Scully had joined William on the porch as they waited for their guests. William stood rod-still as he stared in the direction that Gibson Praise sat. Scully placed a protective hand on his back. "Are you okay, William?"

He ignored his mother as he tuned in to the thoughts of Gibson Praise whom he knew could read his own mind. Gibson stepped out of the car along with Monica and Doggett who chatted with Mulder but Gibson stared at the young boy on the porch next to his mother.

"Gibson!", Mulder said happily, trying to shake the young man's hand but he didn't respond.

Mulder looked back at William and then to Gibson as the two stared at one another not speaking. Finally Gibson turned to look at Mulder. "They've been visiting him. Talking to him. Showing him things."

"We know," Mulder said.

Gibson looked up into Mulder's eyes. "They're grooming him. They're sharing secrets with him. They're showing him what his powers will be like when fully activated and what he can do. They're showing him a future without human beings. With only hybrids and aliens like it once was on this planet. "

"What?", Mulder said, confused. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Gibson began. "He likes what they show him. He likes what he sees."

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