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Her Son

William was eating dinner when his phone began to ring. He had told his mother some of what had happened that day but also did not want to tell her he was trying to get in contact with total strangers that believed in aliens and bigfoot. He looked up at her silently asking permission to answer the phone. She smiled softly and nodded. William jumped up and ran to his backpack. The number was blocked which gave him some hope.

"Hello?" He said nervously.

A garbled voice that was obviously masked answered, "We received an email containing sensitive information along with this phone number. Is this William?"

William's heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah this is Will. Is this the Lone-"

"Do not finish whatever you were about to say. Someone is always listening. The information you sent us is very sensitive and potentially dangerous. We should warn you that if you do choose to pursue this path you and your mother could be put into danger."

"Why?" William asked even though he could guess at some of it.

"I assume you have read some of what we published that had to do with your parents. (By the way do not say their names on this line…) They have always followed a dangerous career path (although that might be an understatement). They have pissed off a lot of people to try to find the truth. Your mother put you up for adoption for this exact reason. There are people who would look to hurt you."

"They are the ones in trouble. I know it. They need my help tell me how to find them."

"We can assure you they are safe. They are working with the government once again and are doing just fine."
"No you don't understand I had a dream and in it Mul- my dad said they needed me."

There was silence at the other end and for a moment William worried they would brush it off.

"You say you have been having these dreams…. Have you ever been able to do strange, unexplainable things? Like move objects with your mind, or read others minds, or the ability to heal…?"

"Yeah. I have always been weird."

The silence began again and he had to assume they pressed mute and were discussing the options.

"What does your mother think of all of this?"

William looked back into the kitchen at his mother who was now standing at the sink doing the dishes.

"She knows most of it. She doesn't know I tried to contact you but she wants to help me solve what is happening with my dreams and… abilities."

"All we can tell you right now is that we will email you an address. Respond with a time and we can meet you and your mother there. But this will only happen if she is on board."

"She will be. Do my parents know that I contacted you?"

"No. We do not want to get them involved just yet."

This irritated William slightly, "Why? How do I know we will not go to the address and just be led on some wild goose chase? How do I even know you know my parents?"

"We promise that if you follow our instructions you will get to see them."

A different voice took over the phone, "William, I know it is hard to understand now but giving you up was something that your mother had to do but it has haunted both of your parents. We are just worried that if we tell them and then something happens that prevents them from seeing you it would open a lot of old wounds that have healed."

The other voice took over after mumbling something about learning manners

"Do you know what kind of trouble could be coming for them? Based on the dreams I mean."

"No but it seemed bad and it seemed like it was coming soon."

"You will get an email tonight. Respond promptly."

Then the phone went dead.

The plan was formed quickly after William received the email. His mom agreed to take him to Washington D.C. that weekend as their trip. They would leave the next day. The Lone Gunmen offered them a free flight. At first Mrs. Van De Kamp was hesitant about it all but ended up deciding that if she was with him William would be fine.

She set up other things to do while there. Tours and exhibits but she knew the main point would be searching for his birth parents. But Leah Van De Kamp had a fear that this entire quest could turn out fruitless. She had plans for the way home if that were to happen. Doing things like hiking and white water rafting in the surrounding states. She just wanted it to be a good weekend for him.

This quest to find his parents did not upset her the way she thought it would when William was a baby. When he first came to them she worried often that he would leave them to find his birth mother or she would come to find him and want him back. Some nights she would have nightmares about such things. But William had grown up to be so kind and loving. He had, since he first came to them, been ahead of others his age. Not only in intelligence but he always just seemed to be somewhat of an old soul.

Not to say he didn't have typical tantrums. When William did not want to do something he wouldn't do it. He had become better at this when it came to his parents. His stubbornness then came less from childishness or laziness and became more about principles and views. He would argue with teachers in class if he did not agree. He felt no shame about pointing out logical flaws in his peers and teachers. This naturally got him in trouble with both. Despite the difficulty it sometimes caused Leah and Daniel Van De Kamp loved this about William.

They loved everything about him. That is what eventually made her accept that someday his birth parents would be in his life. She had come to a point of almost wanting to meet them. Leah was a kind woman who wanted to thank the mother who let them raise her child.

She could not deny the obvious curiosity that she felt as well. William had always been so particular and she had always wondered how much of that had to do with his birth parents.

Mrs. Van De Kamp looked over at her son, who was packing his suitcase excitedly, and smiled.

"Don't forget your tooth brush!" She said knowing he would.

Without a word he jumped up and ran to the bathroom to gather his toiletries. Leah laughed. This was her son and he would always be her son.