Transference
Part 6
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.
After their jet lagged guest had eaten and retreated into the guest room for both Doggett and Monica with Gibson on the couch as William hid away in Scully's office, Mulder took Scully's hand and led her to the back porch step where they could sit and look out to the garden. Mulder scanned the veggies he began growing a few years before out of boredom and necessity since the nearest grocery store was an hour away, but his attention quickly returned to the woman who slid as closely as she could to him and leaned into him. She sighed loudly. "I start back to work tomorrow and I'm already tired," she yawned.
Mulder too yawned as he pulled her closer, his arms wrapped around her back to her stomach. "Where's William?"
"Hiding out in my office," she said, glancing up so they're eyes connected. "I don't understand, Mulder. He said that Monica and John had to find him but he hasn't said two words to Gibson since he got here."
"That we could hear," Mulder reminded her.
"What do you think is going on?", she asked curiously.
"I don't know," Mulder sighed. "Gibson said something to me that got me upset though."
"What?", she said alarmed.
"He said that the things the aliens are showing William are all things he likes. He likes what he sees."
"He's confused," she said. "They're talking to him. That means we need to talk to him more."
"I agree."
"You got upset though?"
Mulder could feel Scully's warm breath against his chin. "I did. He's our son and I guess having someone say anything negative about him...kinda pissed me off," he said, tossing a stick out out into the grass beyond his feet.
"Well, how do we handle this?"
"We talk to Gibson, ask him what he meant. Maybe he can give us more insight into what they're implanting into William's mind."
"William won't tell you?", she said, surprised. "I thought it was just me."
Mulder winked. "He adores you, ya know that. He loves his mother."
Scully glanced down at her knees. "He loves you too."
"No, not like he does his mother and that makes me happy," he said, as she turned her head to face him. "I always wanted to be close to my mother and Scully, it would break my heart if he rejected you in any way. A boy should be close to his mother. He should love his mother. "
"Because he will look for the same traits in a wife? Is that what you did?", she said, half laughing.
Mulder looked horrified. "I didn't."
"Diana, Mulder," Scully said, rolling her eyes.
"Diana was like my mother," Mulder said, surprised at the revelation. But you are nothing at all like my mother."
"I take that as a compliment," she said, cautiously.
Mulder was quiet for a moment. He was about to speak when William's voice interrupted them. Both Mulder and Scully turned to the screened door that lead to the back step and path to the garden. "William?"
"Can I come out there?"
"Of course son," Mulder said, watching as William walked out and reached for Mulder's outstretched hand. "Come on and sit with your old man and old..."
"Watch it, Mulder!", Scully warned.
"Your very young and very...", he stopped mid-sentenced and closed his mouth.
"You were thinking something dirty again," William spoke. "My adoptive parents, they never said things like that about each other. I could read their thoughts almost all the time. Only once in a while did they think dirty thoughts about the other one."
Mulder smirked while Scully looked surprised. "We told you honey. We love each other a whole lot and so your dad and I...we..."
"Just block those thoughts," Mulder said, looking down at his son who sat on the grass facing his parents.
"What did you want to ask me?", William said, looking at Scully. "You are hoping I'll tell you why I'm staying away from Gibson."
"Yes, honey. We're just concerned. We know you wanted him here but now you won't say anything to him."
"We had a disagreement."
Both Mulder and Scully looked at each other, both of them conveying to each other the same thought, "Telepathically?"
"He told me that the aliens were lying to me. That they wanted to kill all the humans and I told him that's not what they're showing me."
"Gibson's right," Mulder thought.
"They're manipulating to him, deceiving him," Scully thought.
"How can I save the world, if I don't know whose side to be on."
Scully and Mulder looked at each other and then down to their son. "You can read our thoughts, William. You know Gibson was telling the truth. "
William looked even more confused.
"So much to put on the shoulders of a ten year old boy," Scully was thinking.
William looked upward to the sky and with a wave of his hand the clouds rolled away and a UFO was clearly visible. "I used to be afraid of them," he sighed, looking up at the craft above them. "And now I feel such a pull. As if I'm changing faces, changing bodies and becoming them."
Scully sagged against Mulder as if the life had been sucked out of her. Mulder laid her back on the cold concrete. "Get a wet cloth. Your mom fainted..."
"But she'll be okay," William said, finishing Mulder's unspoken sentence.
Mulder picked Scully up and took her into their bedroom, laying her down on the bed. William raced into the room with a dripping wet cloth. Mulder turned and looked at the boy and he grabbed the cloth out of his fathers hand and wrung it out in their bathroom sink and returned it to him, understanding fully his father's internal instructions. Mulder waited for Scully's eyes to flutter open but they didn't.
"She'll rest for awhile."
"Okay," Mulder said. "Let's let her rest."
Mulder covered her with a blanket and then walked with his hand on William's shoulder to the bedroom door. Mulder glanced back at Scully watching her chest rise up and down before closing the door closed. Mulder could hear the muffled conversation of an awakened John and Monica as he passed the normally unused guest bedroom and past Scully's office to the kitchen and living room where Gibson too was stirring. Mulder along with William sat down and clicked on the television on low, trying not to startle Gibson though they both knew Gibson could read their thoughts, at least Mulder's. When Gibson awaken, William was standing above him looking down into his face. "I believe you," William said. "I will believe you."
"That's the first step," Gibson answered.
"You want a beer," William stated. "Dad, do you?"
"That sounds good. Get yourself something to drink too," Mulder said, continuing to flip the channels until he settled upon a basketball game.
William turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen and nodded his head and 2 beers and a soda floated to him faster than he could almost catch them in his hand. He looked surprised at the speed in which the objects came.
"You're getting stronger. You're powers..."
"I will need more because its only two months till we go into the year 2012."
Mulder looked at his son and his heart sank. "How can time be going so fast?", Mulder wondered. "How can I prepare him when we're not prepared?"
"We will prepare, " William stated. "Including Mr. Doggett and Ms. Reyes. They will need to help us."
Monica and John walked into the living room. "What was that?"
"Time is nearing. We'll need to start training. And that includes you too."
"And what about me?", Gibson asked, unable to read William's thoughts.
William turned to face Gibson and for a moment Mulder saw something different than his son standing there. William looked older, different, transformed as if it were a glimpse of what William could become but only for a split second. "I'm sorry, but you won't be there. They have plans for you."
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