Transference
Part 7
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.
Scully was surprised to awaken in her bed, the covers neatly surrounding her body. She could see that the sun had down in the distance outside their bedroom window. Just as she sat up and placed her feet on the floor of their bedroom, the door flew open and William ran into her arms. She held him tightly. "What is it?"
William shook his head, refusing to speak. Scully glanced up to find Mulder standing in the doorway. "What's wrong with him?", she asked Mulder.
"Gibson is threatening to go back home," Mulder sighed.
He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge, placing a firm hand on his son's back. "He freaked out and said, 'To Hell with this!', and walked out of the house but John and Monica are trying to talk him into coming back in the house."
"But what happened?", Scully said, looking confused.
"It's my fault," William finally spoke. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"About what?", Scully said, staring into her son's eyes, trying to connect with him the way she did Mulder.
"What they said about him," William said, frustrated, pulling away from her. "They said they had plans for him. That's all I know, honestly!"
Scully shot a look over to Mulder. William sighed loudly and looked at his parents. "Why am I the one that's so different?"
"You're special, not different," Mulder said.
"You were made out of love," Scully added, glancing at Mulder and then back to William.
William turned to Scully. "I think you were right. It is a lot to put on the shoulder of a 10 yr old boy, " he said, turning to walk out of the door.
"Mulder, how did I end up in here?", she said, with a eyebrow raised.
"You fainted," he said, reaching out to touch her hand.
Scully squeezed his hand and then stood up. "I don't remember..."
"You've been asleep about an hour. I thought it would be better if you rested."
Both Mulder and Scully could hear shouting from their living room and turned to look at each other before racing off down the hallway to the living room. Gibson was standing with a beer bottle in his hand, screaming at the top of his lungs at both John and Monica . John was getting irritated, his temper sparking as Monica tried to calm him, her hand resting on his arm as she pleaded with them both to calm down.
"I don't want to be here!", Gibson screamed. "You told me he wanted me here but I feel threatened. And I'm not being a child," Gibson said, tuning in to John's thoughts.
"No, you're acting real mature, screaming your ass off in Mulder and Scully's home...People that risked their lives for you."
"I'm not a child any more, John, " Gibson began. "It was their job!"
"Gibson you know that's not true," Scully said surprised.
"It doesn't matter," Gibson began. "Nothing matters, don't you see that! They're still coming! They're STILL COMING AREN'T THEY!," he said, staring off in the direction that William was hiding.
Mulder glanced in the direction that Gibson was speaking and he could see his son crouched behind a table, hiding as young children do. Mulder turned to look at Gibson.
"That's enough!", he said, walking up to Gibson. "Is this how it is now? You've just given up on everything? On yourself?"
"I never was myself, remember," Gibson began. "I've had so many identities I don't remember who I really am! The boy who lived in Guam with his parents playing chest as a world class chest player. I was happy then. My life changed forever when I met you!"
"Oh so its our fault they were trying to assassinate you? Come on, Gibson, you know better than that!"
"Ever so often, you two come trampling back into my life," he said, angrily, his words slightly slurred. "And its never the same. Can't you see I'm tired of it all."
"We know you're tired, Gibson," Monica began. "But William said that..."
"That boy," Gibson said, interrupting. "I'd rather be any where than near him!"
"That boy is our son!", Mulder said, his jaw tightening. "And you are standing in our home, remember where you are!"
"You're not the only one," Gibson said, listening to Mulder's thoughts. "I wish I hadn't met you either!"
"This is going too far!", Scully added. "Lets just calm down."
"Both of you only wanted to study me," Gibson said, shaking his head and taking a gulp of the beer. "You're not really on my side."
Monica glanced over to Scully who looked saddened. "You're right," Scully began. "There was a time we wanted to study you, " she said, pausing as regret entered her heart. "I'm sorry for not recognizing you as a child, Gibson. I apologize for letting my scientific aspirations get in the way. We both are sorry."
"Yeah we are," Mulder said, looking at Gibson who stood defensively by the door.
"We didn't mean to treat you as a lab-rat, Gibson," Scully began.
"I thought you and I hashed that all out when we stayed together in the desert," Mulder said, crinkling his forehead. "We did talk this out, didn't we?"
Gibson nodded. "I just want a normal life. One where I'm not reminded of how special I am."
"That's what I want," William said, standing up and walking up to Gibson. "I don't want to special."
Realization struck Gibson despite still being unable to read Williams thoughts.. The similarities between himself and William was incredible. "I didn't want to be special either," Gibson said to William. "I still don't," he said, with a huff. "You can't change your destiny, kid."
"And you can't change yours," William said.
Gibson placed the beer bottle on the table and then walked over to the couch and seated himself as the atmosphere changed from amped to calm. Monica grabbed Johns hand and lead him over to the sofa. Mulder patted his son on the head and then laced his arm around Scully's waist. "So now what?", Mulder asked.
"I have no idea," Scully whispered. "I know one thing. I have to go back in to work tomorrow morning. Its getting late, we have to get some sleep."
"What about our house guests?," Mulder questioned.
"I'm sure they can use the fridge and toilet, Mulder. And they know where they're rooms are."
"Okay," he said, kissing Scully quickly on the lips.
"I have to get up in the morning to go back to work," Scully announced.
"We've got it!", John answered as he flipped the tv stations.
"We won't keep you up," Monica said, reassuringly.
"William," Scully said to their son. "Its your bed time too."
William waved to all three before heading ahead of his parents back into Scully's office. "You didn't take a shower or a bath, young man," Scully said, eying her son.
"Can I take one in the morning? I'm sleepy," William said, yawning.
"Okay," she said, kissing the top of his head.
Mulder laid down the blankets on the couch and then ran his hand through Williams slightly thick darkened red hair. "Good night son."
"Good night!"
"Change into your pajamas!", Scully said, at the door. "And if you need us, William. You know where we are."
"Okay," William said, motioning for them to leave.
Mulder smiled. "We just got him and he's already acting like he's always been here," Mulder thought.
"I know," Scully thought, their psychic connection transferring messages to each other as always.
"I have always been here," William said. "Even when I was with my adoptive parents, I was here in this house with you and when you were on the run and when I was at home with you, mommy, just the two of us."
Scully gasped. "Well, I'm glad, William. That makes me happy."
"I know," William smiled. "Okay," he said, looking shy. "I need to get undressed."
"OH!", both parents said. "Goodnight son," Mulder said. "Goodnight William," Scully said.
When they had closed his door, William changed quickly and slipped under the covers and fell quickly to sleep. After a few hours, John and Monica retired to the guest bedroom while Gibson fell asleep on the sofa. A beam of light from the heavens cast down into the living room, surrounding Gibson as he slept. Like a blink of an eye, he was gone, taken by the ship that hovered above the home as the hallway clock continued to tick on.
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