A/N: I wanted to do a piece about M and S getting William back. I wanted told from an outside perspective so I chose a Made Up social worker. All X-Files characters don't belong to me. All other persons and business' do and any other companies that have the same name are purely coincidental. Not bete'd.
Come Home.
The pain this little boy was and is in most be terrible; to learn that the people who you thought were your parents aren't and then to lose them and feel like you had nobody left in the world who cared for or about you. That was the thought running through my mind as I made my way through the hospital towards the children's ward, and my new charge. I have been through these halls too many times as of late and while I am pleased that I know my way around it tugs at my heart strings to see all these young people in so much pain. But that is what I signed up for when I became a social worker.
I found the waiting area and asked for the doctor and was told he would be right out. I had only waited a few seconds before he came out to greet me.
"Jenny; I hoped that I would not see you around for a while; not that your presence is in any way a pain on me, but only on those kids whom you take such good care of. Who are you here to see today?"
"Thanks Ken, I too hoped it would be a few weeks before I had to come back here, and it's nice to see you as well. I am here to see a little boy named "William Van de Kamp"; he and his parents were in a car wreck earlier this evening. I understand that they didn't make it and they left cryptic instructions in regards to the boys care."
"Right this way." He led me through the doors into the ward and down the hall to a room with one occupant and small boy of about 8 years old that was sleeping. Ken picked up the boy's chart and read it to himself for a moment. He then turned to me and recited from memory: "William Van de Kamp; eight years of age, born in 2001. Involved in a head on collision at 7 o'clock this evening while in the car with his parents. He has sustained no severe lasting damage: Bump on the head; non-concussed, lacerations on his face and arms caused by the glass of the car, none needed stitches, sprained wrist that will be fine in a few weeks, and some slight bruising across the waist and chest possibly from the seatbelt he was wearing. All in all he seems to be doing fine; he can be discharged into your care tomorrow afternoon." He put the chart back and I nodded and we made our way back to his office where more paperwork waited for me . . . including the parent's will. He sat down behind his desk and motioned for me to take one of the empty chairs across from him. Picking the will up I gave it a look over to find the spot concerning the boy's care; should something happen to his parents.
I saw that he had been adopted after several failed IVF treatments and the reasons for the biological mother's choice to give him up were stated as an "inablilty to protect him, as is a mother's first duty." His current parents had left several options to the boy's care: either set of grandparents (I wrote down both names to check out back at the office), a next door neighbor; should she choose to look after him and last but not least a number that I recognized as the agency where William was adopted by and a note to find the biological mother. After the will is a certificate of death for both of the parents signed by the treating doctor and the hospital pathologist. Getting to my feet I make copies of all the documents and put them in a manila file folder that I slip into my briefcase. Quickly I fill out all the paperwork for Williams discharge tomorrow. Ken sees me out and I head to my small and empty apartment.
I wake up a 6:30 the next morning get up and get ready for work; when I arrive at the office most people have already arrived and wave as I enter. I make my way to my desk and turn on my computer and printer; while the machines warmed up I stepped into the break room and poured myself a glass of hot water then grabbed a peach flavored tea bag and let it steep. By the time I reached my desk the computer was all warmed up and I got to work looking up Williams grandparents. It turns out that his grandparents on his father's side are in a nursing home and therefore unable to look after the child. Crossing them off of my list I move on to the next set. Again both of his mother's parents are unable to look after him; this time because they had passed away in the past six months. This little boy was running out of people to care for him. Quickly I looked up the neighbor to see where I could contact her; she had vanished off the face of the earth about two months ago. Dammit!
It was about noon then, so I decided to take my lunch break and cool down. When I got back to the office I called the adoption agency.
"American Adoption Agency. This is Evelyn, how may I direct your call?"
"Hi, my name is Jenny Anderson; I am a Children's Care worker for the state of Wyoming and I was calling in regards to a little boy who has been placed in my care . . . a "William Van de Kamp"; I was wondering if I might be able to speak to his case worker?"
"Let me look him up in our database and can I assume that his adoptive parents have passed away?"
"Yes, at about 8:30 last night."
"One second, I am transferring you to Morgan Dane, she was his case worker."
"Thank you." I waited a few seconds while on hold.
"Morgan Dane, how can I help you?"
"Hey I am Jenny and I work at Wyoming Social Services and I understand that you were the case worker for the adoption of William Van de Kamp?"
"Yes I was. But that case was successful closed about 8 years ago, is there something specific about his case that I can help you with?"
"Last night at 7 o'clock in the evening the Van de Kamp's were in a car collision. William is fine but both his parents were killed in the event. They left instructions on who should care for the child but no one is able to do so. And the neighbor has vanished off the face of the known earth. The last option was to contact you and find the biological mother. If none of those pans out the boy will be put into the foster care system and as an agent of that system I do not want that boy to be in it if there is any way someone else can look after him. Can you help me or not?" I am used to my care for the children who I have to deal with winning over certain people and can usually get what I want. After a few seconds I heard her sigh on the other end and knew that I had won. There were sounds of a computer keyboard and mouse in the background.
"Jenny I have the boy's file and all the information you may need but the biological mother made it clear that if any of his information needed to be given it was to be in person; not over the phone or by fax machine is there any way for you to meet me at our faculties office downtown in an hour and a half?"
"Of course just give me the address and I will be on my way after I pick William up from the hospital." She gave me the address and I said goodbye. After I hung up my phone I logged off and turned off my computer for the day and headed to the hospital.
Ken greeted me as usual and led me to William's room. When we got to the door and nodded before going to check on other patients and entered the room. William was awake and looking at the door when I came in. I made my way to the chair next to his bed and all the while a pair of bright blue eyes followed me. I sat down and faced the boy and took a deep breath to tell the boy about his future.
"I already know: my parents are dead." His voice was soft and gentle yet held some deep store of strength. His eyes were sad and yet full of pride.
"Yes; they were killed in the accident last night. I have spent all morning and part of the afternoon tracking down the people your parents wanted to take of you in case of something like this."
"One set of grandparents are dead and buried the other set is in a nursing home unable to take care of themselves let alone me and my neighbor has vanished to avoid taking care of me. Oh and I am adopted because my birth mother didn't want to take care of me. So where am I going to go?"
"You got most of that correct except one thing: your birth mother did not give you up because she didn't want to take care of you. She gave you up because she couldn't protect you. With your parents will was a copy of the adoption papers; your biological mother listed that as the reason for giving you up for adoption. As for your question; you are coming with me for the moment so get dressed and we'll get out of here." I stepped out of his room to allow him to change. When he was done he stepped out and we made our way to the desk; once there I signed his discharge paper and we headed to my car. Once he was in we headed to our destination. On the way I tried to make small talk but he was a closed book, which is not unexpected in his situation. We made it after a 40 minute drive and made our way into the office.
The office was simple; everything from posters on the walls to furniture. The colors were simple alternating between dark and light grey. I went up to the front desk and asked for Morgan Dane. Then we went and sat and waited. Ten minutes later a woman came out and led us to an office. Sitting in the office was yet another female; this one was about 40 years old or so, she had long blonde hair that was definitely not a natural color. We took seats across from her and waited for her to speak.
"I'm Morgan and I spoke to you on the phone. I am glad that you came. Ah! This must be William. Well I have his file here and have all the info you need to get to the next step. However before I tell you I want to tell you that she has made it rather difficult to find her; we are assuming this is d because of some sort of danger. So finding her may be like a scavenger hunt; possible but might take longer than wanted."
I nodded my understanding and waited for her to continue, but she waited until William nodded as well. She took a deep breath and read off of a legal pad full of notes.
"'Name: Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully; birth mother of William Scully the third. Reason for adoption: Need to protect from enemies of myself and partners.' Now we took that to mean that she and her assigned partners had made some enemies who would stop at nothing to get revenge. But that is not all that's off or odd about this case. She filled out no information about a father but referred to a "Fox Mulder" or "John Dogget" or "Walter Skinner". I was thinking that one of these men is the father and while I was waiting for you I did a little research and have it narrowed down to two of the men. Walter Skinner is an Assistant Director at the FBI office in DC; he is happily married and therefore is most likely not the father. Now as for the other two they are far more likely however there is almost no information on Fox Mulder.
Another odd thing or not really odd is that she actually did not drop her son off but had a Monica Reyes come by and handle everything and all the contact information is for Monica Reyes; if you want to find Ms. Scully I suggest you find this Monica Reyes first."
With that a few more stuff was discussed and we left the office for the airport to take us to Washington DC. William stayed with me because I wanted to keep in close by keeping an eye on him. Tomorrow we would leave for Washington DC.