Transference

Part 8

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.

It had been days since they'd made love and they were both needing the connection to each other. After the first round of sex, they fell into a deep sleep. The second round was quick and desperate as if the alarm signaling that Scully would now have to go back to work on a regular basis was like a knife severing them from each other. They wanted to hold on to the little amount of time they had together as a couple with such an exhausting week with spending time with their son and reconnecting with John, Monica and Gibson. Scully wanted to drift back off to sleep, her body still sheltered by Mulder's as his sweat dripped onto her hairline as he lay over her, their bodies still connected. But when he pulled out from her, she moaned and her eyes flew open to see the smirk that was always present on Mulder's face after they'd made love. It was look of pride and satisfaction that he'd wear the rest of the day. She sighed and gave him a quick kiss before he moved out of her way so she could pad into the bathroom, shower and adorn her doctor's clothes once again.

After Scully was dressed she walked over to Mulder's side of the bed where he was laid out naked and asleep and touched his face waking him instantly. "Mulder, your turn in the shower..."

"AH!," he moaned as he stood up and headed towards the bathroom door. "What happened to us showering together, Scully?"

She smiled as she tossed a few fish flakes into his tank. "We never got anything done, Mulder and I would always end up late at work."

He stood there scratching himself, as he covered his mouth over his scratchy five o'clock shadow. "Yeah and you had a hard time coming up with excuses of why you were late to Father Ybarra...", he said, with a grin.

"Yeah, which is probably one of the reasons he hates me."

"Don't worry about him," Mulder said, stepping into the shower. "What about breakfast?"

"Well, fortunately Monica is here Mulder, or else you and William would starve while I'm gone."

"I make a mean burnt grilled cheese sandwich, Scully," he screamed over the sound of the water. "Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Mulder, I'm gonna go get some coffee started," she said, closing the bedroom door.

Scully walked down the hall past the guest bedroom where she could hear soft moans coming from Monica and John. She shook her head and then peeked into her office where William was still sound asleep in the early morn. She continued on to the kitchen, peeking over to the couch where Gibson should've been. She glanced around but un-fazed she started the pot of coffee as she tossed a bagel into the toaster for herself and Mulder. Mulder came into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and shirtless, his hair wet from the shower. He bent down and gave Scully a quick kiss before grabbing a small plate with an open faced bagel she had slathered with cream cheese. She handed Mulder his steaming hot mug of coffee as he walked his breakfast over to the table. He glanced in the direction that Gibson had been sleeping. "Hey, where's Gibson?"

"I don't know," she said, joining him with her own breakfast. "Think he went for a walk?", she said, as the sun was beginning to break through the night.

Mulder took a bite out of his bagel and then stood up and walked around checking his office and the front door. "No, it's locked."

"What about upstairs?"

Mulder walked up there and stood in the unfinished room still packed with all of the bags Scully had bought to decorate William's bedroom. He came back down the steps and shook his head. "Side door?"

Scully sat sipping on her coffee and taking small bites of her food as she glanced occasionally at her watch to make sure she wasn't running late. When Mulder returned, Scully saw the look on his face and jumped up. "William..."

They both walked to Scully's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," they heard their son say.

Scully plastered a smile on her face as she approached him but William sat up suddenly. "I don't know where he is!", William said, sleepily.

"Are you sure?", Mulder prodded.

William's blue eyes suddenly turned dark as he stared off into nothingness. Scully touched his arm and he then stared up into her worried eyes. "They took him."

"Who t...", she began.

"The aliens, they abducted him!" Mulder interrupted.

"I thought they couldn't come in here?", she said, surprised.

"They can't touch me," William said, yawning. "But they had plans for him."

"What plans? William? What plans?"

"All the special ones. They're taking them."

"Special ones like who?"

"A boy named Kevin, he had holes in his hands and someone was after him," William said, tapping into Scully's memories. "You saved him. But he disappeared now leaving his wife and four children. They took him."

Scully's eyes widened and she stood up glancing to Mulder. He nodded and then knelt down in front of their son. "So Kevin, Gibson...who else?"

"All over the world, they're taking the special children and the alien hybrids."

"What are they gonna do with them?", Mulder questioned.

"If they can't use them, they're gonna kill them."

Scully closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them and focusing on their son. "William, did you..."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know everything!", William said, his feelings hurt. "I can't control everything."

"I know that sweetie," she said, kissing the top of his head. "I had to ask."

William sat there a moment not speaking. "And to answer your question," he said, looking at his father. "No they won't ever return them. Not as humans they won't."

Mulder stood up and placed his hand on Scully's back. William yawned again, his arms reaching up to the sky. "What's for breakfast?", he asked sweetly.

Scully checked her watch again. "Mulder, will you fix him a bagel?"

William scrunched up his face. "Can I have cereal?"

"Sure," she said, as he jumped up and took off down the hall. "Not the sugary stuff though William," she said, calling after him.

Mulder wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. "I know what you're thinking, Scully and its not our fault. We didn't know this would happen."

She nodded, her chin rubbing against Mulder's chest. She closed her eyes, feeling his warmth and cherishing his security. He kissed the crook of her neck and then her ruby lips. "You better get going. Can't be late for another hospital meeting on your first day back."

"You're gonna tell John and Monica?"

"Yeah," Mulder said, placing his hands on her shoulders. He leaned in again for a deeper kiss. "I love you, Scully. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't," she said, reluctantly pulling herself away from Mulder.

She grabbed her notes and her briefcase and headed out the door with Mulder walking behind her. "Mulder, put a shirt on. We have guests..."

"Right!", he said, as she walked towards the dining room table.

William was eating cereal out of a large mixing bowl with milk spilled all over the table and over Mulder's now soggy bagel. The milk trailed down the table, dripping onto the floor. Scully stopped in her tracks.

William sensed her hestiation. "I'll clean it up," he said.

Scully then walked over to William and planted a kiss on her sons lips.

"Love you William," she said, honestly.

"Love you too mom!", he said, feeling her heart swell within her chest.

Scully glanced again at the mess and with all of her strength she turned away from it and waved before walking out the door. They could hear the car start and her drive off towards the gate and then she was gone. Mulder shook his head. "You are my son," he smirked, grabbing up a few kitchen towels and handing some of to William. They quickly cleaned the table and sopped up as much of the milk as they could. Mulder let William fill up the large mixing bowl again but this time he poured the milk. Mulder walked into the bedroom and came back out with a shirt on just in time as both John and Monica came out, smiles plastered on their faces.

"I see you're not hungry," Monica said to William.

"I don't know," Mulder said. "This is his second bowl..."

"What about you, are you hungry?"

"I had a bagel and coffee this morning," Mulder answered, as John joined him at the table with William. "But I never got to eat more than a bite of it."

Monica turned towards the couch where Gibson was supposed to be sleeping. "Where's Gibson?"

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