Transference Part 5

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

Mulder stared at the young man for a long time. Gibson could hear Mulder's thoughts change between disbelief to anger. Gibson turned to look at Mulder. "You're thinking that I don't know your son. You're thinking that he's not capable of siding with them."

"No, I don't think he is," Mulder said, angrily.

"What's going on?", Scully called down to Mulder as she gripped Williams shoulder as they stood on the front porch.

"Nothing," Mulder said, glancing up to his family.

William stared down at Gibson who was near his own height and he waved his hand in front of his own face, blocking Gibson from being able to read his thoughts. Gibsons mouth gaped open as he stared at the ten year old boy. "He blocked me."

"Blocked you from what?", Mulder said, sarcastically.

"From reading his thoughts. I didn't know that was possible."

Mulder turned to look at William but he had walked back into the house, leaving Scully standing on the porch alone. Mulder shot a look over to Monica and John who were both watching the interaction between Mulder and Gibson curiously. "Let's go in," Mulder said.

Mulder stood behind his guests as they walked into the home. He glanced down to Scully and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "See if they're hungry. I need to talk to William."

Scully looked surprised. "Mulder?"

"Just, feed them and I'll tell you later," he said, holding the door open for her.

She walked back in and headed for the kitchen. "Are you hungry?", she called out as everyone seated themselves in the living room.

"Coffee would be nice," John answered.

Mulder walked into Scully's office and found William laying down again on the sofa. "You like your mom's office, huh?"

"It feels like her, its her essence."

"We have the guest bedroom, you could make that your room."

"I want to be in here," William answered.

"Okay," Mulder sighed. "Look son..."

"You're wondering why Gibson said what he said about me."

Mulder knelt down beside his son and rubbed his hand through his own hair. "We have guests. Why don't you come out and talk to them. After all, you are the reason they're here."

"He's afraid of me", William stated. "He doesn't think we're much alike."

"You and Gibson are more alike than you realize," Mulder said, gently. "He told me you blocked his thoughts. Why?"

William stood up and touched his father on the shoulder, sending a warm sensation throughout Mulder's body. "Mom wants us."

Mulder nodded and stood up and followed his son back into the living room. Mulder plopped down on the couch with William seated next to him, they're legs touching as William stared at Gibson. There was an uncomfortable silence between everyone as they waited for Scully to whip up breakfast again for the newly arrived guests. Monica glanced around and then stood up excusing herself to go help Scully. Both William and Gibson could read her thoughts, "This is awkward. Hmm...I need to talk to Dana to find out whats been going on."

Both William and Gibson watched as Monica disappeared from view. William turned back to Gibson. He could easily read his thoughts, "I'm not picking up anything. How come I not picking up anything?"

William smiled and Gibson cocked his head. "Why are you blocking my thoughts? What are you afraid of?", sending his thoughts to William.

With a wave of his hand, William partially unblocked Gibson from reading his thoughts. "I'm not afraid of anything. You are afraid of me."

"Why do you think I'm afraid of you?", Gibson asked inwardly.

Mulder and John made small talk as the adult Gibson and ten year old William locked eyes. William straightened up his back. "Because you see what they have offered me. You see what they want from me and you're afraid I will accept it."

"I am afraid of that," Gibson mentally stated. "Why aren't you blocking them from visiting you? You have the power to. Out of all of us special ones, you have all the abilities. Why aren't you blocking them from visiting you at night?"

William turned his head and the front glass window cracked into pieces as a stunned Mulder and John jumped up and rushed to see who had broken the glass. But just as quickly as it was broken, William waved his hand and the window was unbroken as if nothing had happened. Mulder and John still sat on the couch talking amongst themselves much to Gibson's horror. "What was that for?"

"I can change things if I choose too," William said inwardly to Gibson. "But I choose not too. You know how I feel. Being part of them. You are part extraterrestrial too."

"But I am not like you."

"No you are not," William spoke out loud.

Mulder glanced at his son and then Gibson. "What is it?"

Neither Gibson nor William acknowledged Mulder.

"When I dream, I don't see myself as I am," William thought. "I see myself like them. I look like them, I feel like them, I am them. They are showing me things. Things I will need to know. Ways to increase my powers."

"They want to destroy us all including your parents."

"I'll protect my parents," William thought. "They won't be harmed."

"So you're saying you will save your parents but will let them spread the virus and kill the rest of us?", Gibson said, shaking his head. "I knew there was no point in my coming. They've already won. They already have you. The war is over before it begins."

"I didn't say I liked the idea of people dying."

Gibson shook his head. "You do think its necessary though."

"Some will die, yes. But they are showing me a world without war...without disease...without pain. It looks beautiful. Its a world at peace. A world where everyone can do what we can do. A world with special beings."

"They are manipulating you, William. You can't trust them."

"How can I not trust them when they are a part of me. They are a part of you."

"Because they have an agenda...and its not a good one. They won't create a a utopia, William. They want to wipe people like your parents off the planet and take over. Its not peace they are after, William. They want to use our bodies to feed themselves. They want only aliens on this planet. That means the end of everyone."

"That's not what they've shown me. Some will die but not all. That's what they showed me. They said my family will be safe and others too. They said they want to come back home. This is their home."

"They lied to you, William."

William stood up and ran towards the kitchen where Scully and Monica were talking as they dished up three plates of food. William wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and held her tightly as tears came down his cheeks. "You're lying. You're lying. That's not what they want. They want to come home, not kill everyone," he thought, knowing Gibson could pick up on his thoughts. "Enough from you," he said, again, blocking Gibson from hearing his thoughts.

Scully wrapped her arm around her son. She knew from the moment they had brought their real son home that William loved to cling to her. She appreciated every hug he let them give, every kiss, as if he'd always been with them. Scully normally enjoyed his affections which reminded her so much of Mulder, but at this moment her mother instincts were on full alert. "William, what is it, honey?"

"Nothing," William said, staring up into his mother's blue eyes.

She bent down and kissed his forehead. "Honey, what is it? You can tell me."

William loosened his grip until his hands fell to their sides. Monica could sense the internal conflict in William. "William. What happened between you and Gibson?"

"Nothing," William said, shaking his head feverishly like normal ten year olds do. "Is it okay if I watch some t.v in your office?"

Scully glanced at Monica and then back to her son. "Go ahead."

William smiled and then disappeared from her view. Scully stared at the doorway. "I'm worried about him. I'm worried for a lot of reasons."

"You saw a black shadow standing over him, right?"

Scully nodded. "Yes, and he says they're visiting him. Showing him things."

"They're trying to win him over."

"I know," Scully said, placing her hand to her forehead.

Monica could feel the strong tug of William's emotions. "And right now...They're winning."

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