Disclaimer: X Files is not mine

Note: This one is a little different not looking at William and his mom but at Scully. She has always been my muse. It is mostly just all background on "My Struggle II" basically just all of the things that day that lead up to Scully reuniting with William. Enjoy!

Scully

Agent Scully had seen her share of unusual, amazing, crazy, and emotional days but she could think of none that topped the one she was having. The morning had started off relatively normal. She and Mulder had been working things out and she was happy. She had even stayed the night in their little house but left around 6 to get go back to her own apartment and get ready.

The day began to get strange when she arrived at work to find the parking garage closed and then continued when she didn't find Mulder in the basement.

Tad O'Malley's phone call did nothing to reassure her and she rushed back over to the home she had shared with Mulder for years.

When she walked in the place had been tossed and she looked around confused. Just a few hours ago she had been there and, while it had been a mess, it was not the destruction she saw before her. Tad O'Malley explained his theories about alien DNA that Scully pushed aside in her mind as concern for Mulder overwhelmed her. She wondered if he had not told her about all of this because he was worried she would doubt him. While things had been much better between the two of them she knew Mulder was stepping carefully and holding back.

Dana had not fooled herself into believing that after a year of separation things would be perfect right away but this hurt her. The two most likely scenarios were either Mulder trashed the place himself looking for something and then took off or that someone had come and taken him. Scully was not sure what option was more disheartening to her.

As her and Agent Einstein made their way to the hospital her mind was filled with worried thoughts of Mulder. Just the night before he had made promises about so many things to her. Promising that things would be different and that he was doing better. He talked about the trust he had in her and their partnership and they had spent most of the night in each other's arms in a way they had not done in so long. Scully was not sure if she felt more anger or concern toward Mulder at this point but she had decided to stay with anger because it was easier to deal with than any thoughts that something had happened to him.

What they found at the hospital threw her and the younger agent for a loop and the situation demanded their attention. As soon as Scully realized the enormity of the situation she knew that her attention would need to be diverted from finding Mulder to trying to prevent the happening outbreak. She relied on Agent Miller to find Mulder having little hope that his search would be fruitful, Mulder was good at hiding.

More questions were raised in the coming hours and she wished desperately that Mulder were there with whatever information he knew.

Monica's information, while helpful, filled Scully with despair. The woman who delivered her son who at one point Scully had thought of as a sister joined forces with the devil himself.

As she made her way back to the hospital the part of her memories that she kept walled off started to slowly make its way to the forefront. Her son, William. Seeing Monica brought back many memories of her lost baby and for a few moments remembering her son she was filled with panic. She couldn't protect him from what was coming and the thought of him dying from a painful disease was too much to bear. It was the realization that her own alien DNA had been passed to him, therefore protecting him, that helped to calm her heart and refocus on the task at hand.

The hours ahead were stressful and Scully could see that every minute Agent Einstein was growing weaker. She tried to push the thoughts of the people out in the hall out of her mind but it was no use because they were just replaced with thoughts of Mulder and their son or her brothers and their families.

Dana could feel the burden of all of the lives in her hands but every moment and thought made her fight harder to find the cure for the Spartan virus.

The time came when Agent Einstein could no longer work and it became Scully's mission alone. She fought the urge to rush knowing how delicate and important this vaccine was. Getting the call from Agent Miller had given her more momentum. Mulder was alive, he was in bad shape, but he was alive. She focused her thoughts on him as she finished the fluid that would save humanity.

After getting Einstein stable and making sure she understood what needed to happen next she grabbed two IVs filled with the vaccine and ran. The journey to the bridge was all a blur. She looked back at it and knew she could have gotten in an accident or hit a bystander at any point but in the moment she couldn't think of anything except for getting the cure to Mulder.

Arriving to the spot where Miller and Mulder had parked themselves brought nothing but more despair. She looked into Mulder's face and knew he was going to die.

How many times had she had that exact thought though? There had been many times she was convinced Mulder was going to die and he lived. So many times where it seemed that all hope was lost but he pulled through. Stranger things had happened to them.

Don't give up.

She made promises to him that he would get better despite not knowing if she could keep them.

As soon as she saw him it became abundantly clear that the only way to save him was by a stem cell transplant. William. As she explained the situation to Agent Miller she could see the gears spinning in his mind, attempting to think of a plan despite the fact that he himself was dying.

The sound was the first thing that brought her attention to the spacecraft above them. It was exactly like the one Mulder had told her about seeing. It hovered over the bridge ominously and shined down one solitary beam of light onto her.

She didn't notice that all other movement had stopped until she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Turning she saw a teenage boy running toward her. He was tall and gangly with light brown hair that hung around his face in an awkward teenage haircut.

Before she understood what was happening her heart leapt and she just knew.

William.

It was her baby. The piece of her heart that she had given up so many years ago.

Before she could react to any of this his body hit hers and nearly knocked the wind out of her. She felt his arms around her and heard slight sniffles from his head, which rested on her shoulder. She reacted on instinct and pulled him in close. She smelled him and realized she still recognized his scent in a small way. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her but she was convinced he smelled the same. Not the smell of the newborn baby that he had when she last saw him but the unique smell that each person carries.

She wanted to see him. She pulled him back and held his face in her hands. Looking back at her were the chameleon eyes of her partner and lover, Mulder. These eyes were much younger, though; more reminiscent of when she had first met Mulder. Her heart was full and for a few moments everything seemed right.