William slammed the port lock door of his and Alex's bedroom. Frustrated, he kicked the locker and watched as the door fell open spilling an entire deck of Uno cards onto the floor. He stopped, fighting back tears as his eyes darted towards Alex's empty bed. He'd lost his little brother, and was helpless to regaining him.

Will threw on a fresh pair of clothes before leaving the bedroom for good. He had to find Doggett, but first he had to ensure he'd be sorted when he reached DC. He swung past Mulder's room, half expecting the door to be locked. It creaked open on command revealing a cramped space, even smaller than his and Alex's.

Mulder had to have bought a wallet with him. Not that money had much value on site, but he'd have had it in a pocket on the flight over, surely? William rummaged through draws and personal effects. There wasn't much to search and the leather wallet made a speedy appearance in the bedside drawer. Will pocketed it, wandering if dollars would even hold value by the time he reached the states.

Doggett was a hard man to find. By the time he'd caught up with him the planes were due to depart in ten minutes.

"Doggett!" Will yelled, out of breath as he reached him.

"William, what is it, what's wrong?"

"I need you to waiver the consent required for minors"

Doggett had seen this coming; he shook his head, his hands taken up with files.

"William, I can't just make allowances like that. Besides, your mother would kill me if I went against her"

"It's a matter of life and death" Will protested.

"Exactly" Doggett pointed out, "It's not my decision to make, I'm sorry"

That was it, the end of the conversation. Doggett had places to be and things to organise.

William considered his options. One of the planes had already departed; he'd watched it take off through one of the porthole windows on the higher deck as he left Mulder's. There wasn't much time.

He took the stairs at least three at a time and practically threw himself at the steel hangar door. As he burst through the bitter chill in the air took his breath away. Before him, a second plane rumbled along the makeshift runway and set off. His options were dwindling.

There was a plane boarding its last remaining passengers. Will climbed the door ladder until he came face to face with a man in a thick arctic jacket, leaning out of the entrance and taking names.

"Name" He said, pen in hand and eyeballing the boy before him, clearly sceptical of his age.

"I'm already on there" William smiled.

The man raised an eyebrow and studied his chart.

"Look" William pulled the clipboard down so he could read it; he quickly scanned the names until he found one.

"Rupert Sarrick, 17 years old. I forgot my hat, had to run back for it"

The man looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Stan, come on, lets wrap it up, we need to get going" The pilot called from the cockpit, momentarily distracting his attention.

William promptly ducked passed the man with the clipboard and disappeared into the background of people settling themselves into seats. He held his breath, it would either work and he'd be DC bound, or he'd be collared and thrown off the plane with stern words.

The clipboard man looked thoroughly confused but the pilot's protests soon got him lifting up the door ladders and securing everything ready for flight.

"Buckle up, folks, this could be a bumpy one" The pilot came over the speaker.

It wasn't the same crazy guy that had flown them in, but this guy did appear to have an edge about him. Perhaps this line of work called for an air of insanity.

William sunk into a moth bitten seat; surprised he'd managed to pull it off at all. Dawn was breaking, the sun cascading over the snow scape sending beautiful patterns of pink dancing with the topography. The place had grown on him in the short time he had been there.

He imagined his parents inside, his father fighting for his life, whilst his mother worked feverishly to find a cure to save mankind. Who'd have thought that his biological parents were so… he couldn't find a word for it… 'Out there'. He realised suddenly that in his entire childhood he'd never even pictured what his real parents could have been like. He never really needed to.

The propellers kicked into action and the light craft began to rumble with the movement. William pressed his head against the small, filthy window. He sincerely hoped he'd see them again some day.

As the plane bumped its way along the runway following the one that had just taken off ahead of it, William took a final look at the Arctic home.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure burst through the hangar doors. She stood with her red hair blowing wildly against the wind, shaking in just her thin green top. She found him instantly, looking out of his tiny window. Their eyes met, her expression wounded as the haggard aircraft lifted into the sky taking her son with it as it went. William placed his hand on the foggy window.

'Goodbye' He thought but didn't say.