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Rescue
Tipton, Iowa.
Scully rolled the name of the town around in her head. It was tiny and unknown; a perfect place to hide a secret facility.
She had tried to sleep on the plane and then again on the car ride to the middle of nowhere, but every time she closed her eyes, images of the past filled her mind. The last time she had spoken out loud was to ask Skinner how much longer they had.
Just twenty more minutes.
She was watching the clock and marking the minutes.
Nineteen…
Eighteen…
Seventeen…
The complete lack of sleep caught up to her for the last fifteen minutes and she fell into an uneasy rest.
Skinner had not tried to ask her about her life or tried to get her to talk at all.
He could sense the anger, anxiety, and sadness rolling off of her in waves. He felt the anger as well. It was hot in his belly and as he thought about it his fists tightened around the wheel turning his knuckles white.
Walter Skinner had loved Dana Scully for years. Not so much as a romantic longing to be with her as much as a strong admiration and feeling of protectiveness. Although he would be lying if he said he had never wanted to be with her. But he had known for a long time that her heart belonged to Mulder.
They were meant to be together, it was natural, which was why he was doing this. Tearing the two of them apart was a crime in his eyes; it had happened too often. On top of that, was the fact that William was involved.
Skinner had cared for and been protecting William before he was born. Seeing the gangly teen had been amazing to him.
The kid was sharp and funny. William always seemed to know what was going on no matter how hard everyone tried to keep him in the dark.
When William looked at you it was like he was looking right through your body to your soul. He remembered having a similar experience with William when he was just a baby. The memory of William's blue baby eyes penetrating his armor was one that had always stuck with him.
No one was going to hurt that kid if Skinner had anything to say about it. He would kill before he would let them hurt him.
He would not let Scully kill, however.
He looked over at her and knew that she would kill the people responsible in an instant.
But she would regret it later. She was not a life taker.
He would not let her kill them. If they were going to die, it would be by his hand.
Gibson waited a few miles from the building that housed Mulder, William, and countless others that the new syndicate was trying to hide.
He stood outside his car waiting on Skinner and Scully. He could hear them coming from the moment they landed in Des Moines.
Both were filled with anger, but Scully's anger frightened him. He had heard her mind angry before. It was hard to get the serious red head truly angry, but he had seen it and it was not something anyone wanted to stand in the way of. He hoped that she would keep herself controlled and not jeopardize the plan at all.
Gibson's allies knew about this side mission and did not approve. They did not believe he should be getting involved in human problems and should not be engaging the other side at such a critical time in their cold war.
The experiments that were being done were happening to help the new syndicate, the new shadow government, improve their super soldiers. The purpose was to defeat the aliens.
Despite their disapproval, Gibson could not sit back and let it happen. He had kept tabs on Scully and Mulder since he had seen her on the day the world fell apart. When the little house in the country was overtaken by a shadow army, Gibson had been awakened by their internal screams from hundreds of miles away.
He'd been in New York at the time, but the connection was strong. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he needed to find out and help them.
By the time he was free to help, the Gunmen and Skinner had already been looking. He helped them narrow down locations on all three. When he found the place where Mulder and William were being held, he went to see how close he could get.
He knew that they were holding gifted individuals in there.
The stolen generation.
This is what the aliens called them, the children like William. They all born from 1995-2006 under mysterious circumstances that neither side understands.
All of them were impossible children. They were born to virgins, the elderly, and the barren.
A message was being sent, but it was unclear whom this message was from and what it was supposed to be.
Most of the parents were killed by the super soldiers and their makers in their race to secure the babies.
Gibson made a mental note to assure Scully that sending William away had been the right choice.
He heard Skinners tactical thoughts getting louder and soon a gold rental car was pulling over to the side of the road behind Gibson's car.
Scully woke up as soon as the car hit the gravel and she was instantly alert. Skinner nodded toward Gibson.
Scully looked at him for a moment and didn't seem to recognize him, but then a look of understanding came on her face and a small sad smile came across her face.
She stepped out of the car. "Gibson," she said softly.
In her mind, were images of him as a boy. She was remembering him and each image filled her with emotion.
Her holding his hand as they walked down a long hallway. Him lying in the backseat of the Smoking Man's car dying. Her tending to him and worrying over him.
Her heart was filled with tenderness toward him until the final memory entered her mind.
Their last conversation in the home of the Smoking Man.
This one filled her with despair with a tinge of anger that was directed more at herself than him.
She blamed herself for the way his life had turned out; he partly blamed her too.
"Hi Scully," he said smiling a real smile.
He would always love to see her.
She was suddenly all business, "What do we do now?"
The plan was simple, but dangerous. Gibson was going to cloak them and the three of them would walk in.
This would be simple if not for the presence of an unknown number of psychics that lay in the building.
Gibson knew that most of the 'gifted' on the inside were not volunteers but there were some that worked for Diana.
At least one of them was an ally that had been working with William, but aside from Shelly, Gibson had been unable to get through to anyone else. She had promised to be on the lookout for them and he knew that she would help when they were on the inside.
They would need to stay together, but if they were discovered the plan was to scatter. They did not know Mulder or William's exact location, which is where Shelly would come in.
They also held to a dim hope of being able to help the other children that were held captive. This would be impossible if things got too complicated.
Scully did not want to waste any time.
They got into Gibson's car and drove up to the guarded gate.
Gibson just looked at the guard and the man opened the gate and watched them go without a word.
Scully watched in amazement as no one gave them a second look. They would not be able to fool the key card door, so they waited next to the entrance until the door opened for an authorized person.
The room was big and looked like a hospital. There were people dressed in professional attire, many of them wearing white lab coats over their clothes.
A young woman dressed in a skirt and blazer glanced at them and she and Gibson locked eyes.
They nodded at each other and she took off down a hallway.
The three intruders followed behind her down a hallway that looked closer to a prison than a hospital. The doors all had a small window and Scully tried to catch a glimpse into the rooms. All she could tell was that they were small with little furniture.
One of the doors opened and a person in a lab coat exited. Before the door closed, Scully saw a girl who had to be around ten sitting on her bed looking at the floor. Right before the door fully shut, the young girl's head shot up and her eyes met Scully's directly.
The girl had dark skin and braided hair. Her eyes were a shade of brown too light for her skin and they gave her a beautiful otherworldly look. In the momentary glance, Scully could see the hopelessness in the child's eyes.
Scully stopped in her tracks and gasped. Gibson shot her a warning look and she kept going.
She refocused her thoughts knowing that overthinking made it harder for Gibson to keep control. They walked for what felt like forever until they reached an isolated hallway.
At the very end of the short hall was a door. The door.
Scully knew without powers that her son was in there and she began to move forward until Gibson grabbed her arm to hold her back.
William lay on his bed looking at the ceiling. There were books to read and even a TV and some DVDs to watch, but he was not interested in any of it. He was beginning to drift off when he heard a small voice that he had come to recognize.
It was the internal voice of a fellow prisoner. Supposedly they were unable to communicate due to the walls, but this girl always seemed to be able to communicate with him.
It had only started the week before and was rare but he enjoyed it. She had told him that her name was Gabby and she was almost eleven. She had never known her parents and had grown up in a place similar to this one, but had been moved about a month earlier.
He had told her about his life and she about hers.
William wondered if his life would have been like hers if Dana had not given him up.
Her voice was melodic and kind normally, but it was now filled with urgency.
William… Your mother… She is here.
William sat up so fast that he got a head rush. He looked around the room feeling the need to get ready. He didn't have shoes or any outdoor clothes. They were always in pajama type clothes with socks. Clothes it would be hard to run away with. He got up to look out the small window and saw her.
She was standing behind Shelly with Walter Skinner and a man he did not recognize.
Shelly met his eye and told him without words to back up.
They entered quickly.
Scully ran to her son, forgetting all of Gibson's warnings about too much emotion for a moment.
She held him and for the first time in too long, began to feel like herself again.
William began to cry as he held on to his birth mother, but he tried to calm himself when Shelly told them they didn't have much more time.
Scully took William's hand and the group of five made their way through more and more security checks, locked doors, and hallways.
Each time they passed, people they would all get nervous. William found himself holding his breath whenever a person came into view.
He did an exercise that Shelly had taught him, one that he felt could help. He pictured the small group of them and could, in his mind, see the psychic shield that both Shelly and Gibson were holding up. He saw the barriers in his mind expanding and strengthening just like they had practiced.
It was weird. He could hear the group's thoughts and had to practice another exercise he was taught in tuning out background noise. Scully's thoughts were especially loud be he could feel that she was trying to hold her emotions back.
They went down to what seemed like a basement that held a few different rooms, but one door stood out.
This door was guarded by two men and had a special access keypad.
Shelly went right up to them and simply looked at them and they opened the door.
Scully did not think she would ever get used to that.
Shelly, Gibson, and Skinner stepped aside to let her in first.
All of her thoughts along with her heart stopped when she entered the room.
There Mulder lay, restrained and drugged.
He did not seem to be in pain, but he looked weak, like he had not gotten up from the bed in the whole time since they had been taken.
She let go of William's hand with a squeeze and rushed to his side. She began to remove the restraints.
Dana slow down… I'm having trouble…
She heard Gibson's voice and comprehended his words, but she couldn't stop herself from freeing Mulder and with each strap she removed, the anger and worry inside her grew.
There were bruises around his wrists and arms, and even his neck where a strap had been placed.
Gibson came into the room and stood near her, looking focused and agitated as she removed the restraints from his ankles and legs.
Shelly remained outside and William went to Mulder's other side to release him.
She went to his head again and put her hands on either side of his face.
"Mulder, I'm here."