Title - Another One
Author - Jodie
E-Mail address -PeachAcid@aol.com
Rating -like PG
Category - XR, and some angst, too.
Spoilers - Emily/Christmas Carol/X-Files movie/basically don't read this if you don't know squat about the series
Keywords - Mulder/ Scully Romance

Summary - Scully has discovered that there are other children like Emily--I know a lot of other people have done that, too. Anyway, that's what it's about. Plus relationshippy stuff. Oh yeah, this is pretending that the office was never burnt; the movie has happened though.

Disclaimer: Despite the fact that it says this was written by Jodie, I am not Chris Carter.


Mulder's Apartment, 10 pm

Special Agent Dana Scully looked around her partner's dark apartment, putting to memory all the specific details. The fish tank. Two fish. No, three fish. Two gold and one white. The computer next to the window. The desk on which the computer sat, the desk which was covered in papers and disks and empty soda cans. The soft leather couch, black and long, long enough to be slept upon by a tall man, by her partner. Scully walked over to the couch and sat slowly down on the edge, looking at the wall opposite her. She was startled to see a picture taken of Mulder and her, dancing to Cher, framed in a black stand-up frame, sitting on his VCR. She walked over, and gently removed the picture from its place. Mulder was looking down into her eyes, she up into his. 'We look like we're in love,' she thought, and quickly replaced the photograph. 'Where did he get that?'

She heard the noise of someone turning the key in an already unlocked door, and looked up, startled, knowing who was behind the door and not knowing what to say to that man when he walked into his apartment. His apartment, with her in it.

"Scully? Is everything all right? Are you okay?" Mulder greeted her, turning on the lights she had purposely left off.

"I'm f-fine, Mulder. Fine. H-hello," she stuttered, blushing slightly.

"You sound startled. Why are you here?"

"I'm fine...where did you get this picture?" she asked, changing the subject and holding the picture for him to see.

"One of the locals there sent it to me. They said they sent you one, too. You didn't get it?"

"No."

"Do you want mine?"

"No, Mulder."

Scully stood, staring at the picture, blushing as she felt increasingly uncomfortable and felt Mulder's own discomfort.

"So, um, Scully?"

She looked up at him.

"Why are you here?"

She shrugged, looking again at the picture.

"Remember...remember Emily?" Scully asked softly.

"Yes," Mulder said slowly, stepping toward her.

"Well, one of the detectives I worked with to find out about her...to get the information and all. He--he called me about an hour ago."

"He did," Mulder said, prodding her on, stepping closer to her.

"He has taken a great interest in her case. He began to study and research anything he could. He has made some amazing discoveries."

Scully looked down at her feet, at the picture, and turned to walk over to the window. She looked out across the roof of another building, staring at the rain as it fell through the light. She whirled around to face Mulder.

"Mulder, there are others," she burst out.

"Others?"

"More children, more like Emily. Mine, Mulder," Scully choked out, tears welling in her eyes.

She sat down on the couch, hands in lap. She bent her head down, staring at her fingers. Her hot tears fell and felt like fire against her skin. Mulder sat down next to her, and placed his fingers gingerly on her chin, lifting her face to look into her eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, then pulled her toward him in a hug, smoothing the hair on the back of her head while she cried against his shoulder.

"Mulder, there's something else," she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder and her tears.

"What?"

"There's something else," she said, pulling away.

"Tell me, Scully." "He...he found one of the father's."

"How did he do that?"

"He took your DNA, Mulder," she whispered.

"Mine."

"Yours."

"Why?"

"On a hunch."

"One of these children, a child like Emily, is both yours--and mine?" Mulder asked.

"Yes, Mulder. I-I'm sorry. I should go. I'm sorry."

Scully got up, brushing away the remaining tears. She walked toward the door, only pausing to look back at the photograph.

"Don't go," Mulder said from the couch.

"What?"

"Don't go," he repeated roughly.

"Why not?" she challenged, hand on the doorknob.

"Because I don't want you to," he said, walking quickly over to her. "Don't go."

"Mulder."

"Scully, I don't blame you at all for any of this. There's only one person to blame-"

"Not you," Scully interrupted. "There are so many other people, Mulder. The people who run the government, the people who run the--the other government, the people who brought each of us into this world. Anyone, Mulder. Anyone but you."

"Why not me, Scully? If it weren't for me, Samantha wouldn't have been abducted--taken--you wouldn't have been taken, your sister wouldn't have died, you wouldn't have gotten cancer, and all these children, these Emilies, they wouldn't have had to live innocent lives just to die."

"But Mulder, that has nothing to do with you. Samantha could have been taken, I could have been taken, all without you. Without you, Mulder, without you I don't know that I would have a reason for working and a drive to work so hard. I love my job and..." she trailed off. "I want to find that child, Mulder. Our child. Just to know what she looks like. How smart she must be, with the genes she got from you."

"It's a girl?"

"Her name is Geena. She's almost four. In December"

"Geena what?"

"Allan."

"From where?"

"She lives with her foster parents in Seattle."

"Foster parents?"

"She never had real parents, Mulder."

"She has real parents. She has us."

"But we can't just take her away from her foster care, Mulder. That's illegal."

"I know. But we have the DNA to prove we're her parents. We can say we're married, that our daughter was taken from us at some point."

"That's illegal."

"Taking my sperm and your egg and putting them together without our consent is illegal, Scully."

"It's not illegal, Mulder. It's un-heard of."

"Does that make it not true?"

Scully took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Are you okay now?" Mulder asked, and she nodded. He placed his hand on her cheek, and smiled down at her.

"Let's watch TV," he suggested.

"TV? Right now?"

"We can't do anything else at eleven, can we?"

"It's already eleven?"

"Let's watch TV," he urged, and escorted her to the couch. She sat beside him, close, and felt the smooth leather with her left hand. Her right hand lay in her lap; it was uncomfortable to have it there, and uncomfortable to move it. Mulder turned on the television and began to flip through the channels.

"Stop there," Scully said. The News at Eleven was on.

"Coming up next: Why more and more Seattle children are dying each year; the story behind the doctor's causes."

"Turn it off, Mulder. I don't want to see that."

He complied, and they sat, side by side, wordless. Lightening brightened the room, and there was a slight fzzz as the lights went out. Thunder followed shortly after, and the agents sat, still, almost frozen, in their seats.

"Mulder?" Scully said. She could only feel his presence; she couldn't see him.

"I'm here," he said, reached out to touch her shoulder.

She reached up and grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

"Do you have any candles, Mulder?"

"I don't think so. No. Langley wanted them all a while ago. Some kind of experiment, I don't know."

"What about your flashlight?"

"Out of batteries."

"Damn."

The darkness that filled the apartment was velvety black, and Scully felt like it was pressing down upon her. She was scared. She, Special Agent Dana Scully, investigator of such monsters as Fluke Man, was scared. And she admitted it.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared."

"Of what?" he asked, surprising her.

"Of...of finding Geena, and having her die. Of death. Of the dark."

"I'm sorry I don't have any candles, Scully."

"It's okay."

"I...I wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"For that time in Florida. When you asked if I'd ever thought seriously about death."

"And you said once when you were at the Ice Capades."

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I didn't really expect a serious answer."

"You didn't?"

"Mulder, I know you. I know what to expect."

He chuckled softly beside her, and removed his hand from hers. He placed his arm around her shoulders, and pulled him in toward her. She tucked her feet beneath her, and lay her head in his lap. He carefully stroked her hair, pulling the stray strands out of her face.

"I keep thinking about Emily, Mulder," Scully whispered into the darkness. She thought of the things in his apartment she knew were there, but that she could not see. 'How many things are there in the world, right before me,' she thought, 'that I cannot see?'

"What about her?" Mulder asked, staring straight ahead and absently moving his hand around in her hair.

"Not her, exactly. Just...I want a daughter, Mulder. I want a daughter and a family. And then I think, who could I marry?"

Mulder didn't speak, but he stopped playing with her hair. His hand lay on her head, heavy and warm, welcome. She sighed, taking a deep breath.

"You're my best friend, Mulder," she said softly.

Mulder remained silent, tracing her hairline with one finger. Her heart fluttered at the touch. She was comfortable and tired. She blinked a few times and felt herself slipping into sleep. She struggled to keep awake as Mulder continued to play with her hair, but her eyes shut and remained. She was asleep.

"Scully?" Mulder asked. "Scully, we could get...married..." Mulder trailed off as he realized that Scully was no longer awake. He sighed, and leaned his head back on the couch. He closed his eyes, and tried to picture Geena. 'Her child,' he thought. 'My child. Our child.' He felt himself losing consciousness as he began to dream about a life with Scully--and their child.

"Mulder!" Scully cried, starting awake and waking Mulder.

"What? Scully, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I had a bad dream," she said, sitting back up, pushing the hair out of her face.

The lights came back on she set her hands down, and she stood.

"I should go. It's--" she paused, looking at the wall clock. "It's two in the morning? Is that correct?"

"Yeah, it's battery operated."

"Oh. Two in the morning. Wow."

"You can stay here if you want to. I have a bed you can use in the other room."

"No, I have to go. I'm sorry about this, Mulder. I'll speak with you tomorrow at work."

"Don't be sorry. I made you stay."

"I still have to go. Good night, Mulder."

She walked to the door, and turned to look at him. She smiled, and left. Mulder and Scully's Office, 8am

 

"Hello, Mulder," Scully said softly as she entered the office. He was sitting at his desk, reading a file. He looked up and nodded his hello.

"What do you have there?" she asked.

"Some information about Geena. Skinner came down about fifteen minutes ago to give it to me. He said we can investigate her, but we're not to interfere."

"May I look at it when you're done?"

"You can look at it now. There's not much."

He handed Scully the papers, and she went to sit in her chair. The file included a birth certificate, doctor's reports, and the reports of her social worker.

"Mulder, there's nothing that indicates she's ill," Scully said, looking up at Mulder in surprise.

"I know."

"Did you read everything?"

"I didn't get to the social worker's things."

Scully looked over what the social worker--her name was Juliane Halloran--had written.

"The birth mother cared for the child, but then gave her away," Scully read out loud. " August Fourth, 1996: Geena does not remember her real mother and does not attach well to her foster parents. We are moving her to another household where she will be the only child cared for. August Eighteenth, 1996: Geena and her foster parents are getting along; Geena calls them by their first names. She can speak quite well for her age. November Twelfth, 1996: Geena is two today. She threw a fit at the table during her celebration because Mary would not, she claimed, tell her the truth."

"Sounds like someone we know," Mulder remarked quietly.

"December twenty-fifth, 1997: Mary gave Geena a book for Christmas; the child read it out loud to her foster parents without having it read to her first. The child may indeed be a genius."

"Did the detective you talked with have anything else to say, Scully?"

"No, not anything helpful. He told me that she was basically just like the others. I do have her address, though."

"All right, here's what we do. We go to Seattle, tell them we want to adopt her."

"And then?"

Mulder was silent. He shrugged slightly and fiddled with his pen.

"Mulder, this child, though she is in foster care, is being taken care of. She has two semi-parents. How could we, two FBI agents, partners, manage to adopt her? We could never give her the life she deserves. Imagine the questions she'd ask."

"If we don't have her in our care, worse things than foster care may happen to her. There are people out there who want to erase the product of experiments of the type which Emily and Geena are from."

"No, Mulder," Scully said slowly. "I don't think they are from the same experiment. Maybe a tangent. But not the exact same."

"Because she has a human father and mother."

"Yes."

"Then how did that guy find her? Do you even know who that man is?"

"His name is Charles Spender, Mulder. He worked with me on Emily's case. Well, he did, sort of."

"Spender?"

"Not OUR Spender."

"Sort of?"

"He changed his name to Spender after he found he had been adopted. He wanted to have his real name, I suppose. He was Agent Neri."

"Have you ever met him?"

"Yes, Mulder. I have met him. I worked with him, remember? I talked with him over the phone. I wrote to him. He faxes me things and mails me things. Okay?"

"Does he sound the same over the phone?"

"Mulder, we have to think of a plan to get to that child. I want to meet her. I want you to meet her."

"Charles Spender may not be who you think he is, Scully."

"Right, so who is he, Mulder? Fluke man? Deep Throat, back from the dead? This isn't important right now."

"Maybe Charles Spender is the cigarette smoking man."

"No, Mulder. No. I know his voice."

"He could change it over the phone."

"Why? Why help us out?"

"Because it could benefit him somehow. Somewhere along the line, it could help him for us to have that child. Can you call him? Call him and tell him this. You and I are going to get married. We're going to Seattle, and we're going to stop by Geena's house. She's had four foster family's in one year, Scully. They'll want to give her to us. We adopt her, take her back here. You call him and tell him that and see what he says."

"Fine. Fine, Mulder."

Scully glared at her partner, who held up his hands and gave her an exasperating look. She picked up the phone and angrily punched in numbers.

"Hello, is Charles Spender there please?" she asked politely.

"This is Charles Spender," a young voice said.

"This is Dana Scully."

"Dana, how are you? Did you get the files I sent?"

"Yes, we did."

"We?"

"I've included my partner for obvious reasons."

"Yes, yes of course."

"We have a plan."

"A plan to?"

"Adopt Geena. Mulder and I are going to get married," Scully said, pausing for a second to look at Mulder. She felt tears prick her eyes, and looked quickly away. "We'll take the papers we get from that and all the other papers and such that we have, and go to Seattle to adopt Geena. Judging from what I've read in these papers, she's still up for adoption."

"Are you and Mulder really getting married or is that just for the adoption?"

"We haven't worked that out yet," Scully said bravely.

"Excellent plan. Once you decide where the child will live, I would like to know. I feel you will be a wonderful mother, Dana."

"Thank you. I have to discuss this with my partner, and we will get back to you as soon as possible."

"Good-bye."

"Bye."

Scully hung up the phone and looked at Mulder, who was standing behind his desk.

"Mulder, whatever you thought he was going to say...he didn't say it. He said that once we work out the details of the...of the marriage and where she'll stay when we get back, he's all for it."

"Scully, I know how much you want this. I...I've wanted to do this for a while."

"Do what, Mulder?"

"Well, I...you know last night, when you said I was your best- friend?"

"Yes."

"There's no way I can say this, Scully. I don't know how." Mulder's forehead was drawn up, and he walked over to her.

"Say what, Mulder?" she asked softly.

"That...that I love you. That I want you to marry me. Who else is there, Scully, for either of us?"

"You want to marry me because there's no one else."

"No. I want to marry you because you are who you are. Because I love you. Because...because of you, Scully, there is no one else for me to marry," he said, pulling a small velvet box from his coat.

"God, Mulder."

"What?"

"Well, this is a beautiful ring, you just asked me to marry you, and you just said you love me."

"And?"

Scully closed the box thoughtfully, then re-opened it.

"I love you, Mulder. Really. I do."

"But?"

"I will marry you."

"Wha-"

"Don't ask any more questions," Scully interrupted, and she handed the open box to Mulder. He looked bewildered for a moment, then saw the gleam in her eye. He grinned, and slipped the ring on her finger.

"I've never even kissed you, Mulder," she said quietly, looking into his eyes.

"There's a first time for everything."

Scully reached up to his waiting mouth, and they kissed. 'Finally,' she thought. She parted her lips, and his tongue darted into her mouth.

"Agents?" came a deep voice from the door.

"Sir?" Scully said, breaking away from Mulder and regaining her composure before Mulder.

"I, um, have some more information on Geena," the assistant director told them. He took a few steps into the room and handed Scully a thin file.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't let...that...get out, agents. For the good of everyone involved."

They nodded, looking around sheepishly, and Skinner left.

"What does it say?" Mulder asked a few moments later.

"Geena is out of her foster home and into the youth center."

"Sounds like a charming youngster."

"Quite."

"Scully, I believe we have some papers to sign--who will be our witness?--and a plane to Seattle to catch."

"Do you think Skinner will get us into trouble?"

"No. He's a friend."

"I hope so."

"I know so."


Seattle Home for Children 9:24am

"Dana Scully and Fox Mulder? You chose to keep your maiden name, I presume. Come into my office," said Juliane Halloran. The agents followed her into a small office, and sat before her in hard plastic chairs.

"Now, this is your story. I am going to re-tell it to you as I've heard it, so please correct any mistakes I make."

Mulder and Scully nodded solemnly.

"You met through work--you're FBI agents. The second year of working together you had a child together--Geena--who was taken from you shortly after her birth. DNA matching confirms that she is, indeed, the product of you two. You gave up hope of ever finding Geena, presuming her dead, and for the next three and a half years, you tried to suppress your feelings for each other, but they kept resurfacing. Then, earlier this year, you began to see each other more and more outside of work. You decided to get married, and shortly after you became engaged, word came to you that Geena had been found. So you came here to get her back. Is that correct?"

"Yes," Mulder responded.

"Dana?"

"Yes."

"When you go back to your home, where will that be?"

"My apartment," said Scully.

"And you have a room the child can sleep in?"

"Yes."

"Where will she go while you are at work?"

"Pre-school, to her grandmother's, or we'll hire a nanny."

"I understand that you are field agents."

"Yes."

"Are your lives in danger often?"

"As much as any person involved in the law force," replied Mulder evenly.

"All right. Although I know that you are her biological parents, I need you to sign these adoption forms. It's wonderful to know that Geena will have a stable home. She's a very smart child. She's waiting in the playroom for you."

"Thank you."

Mulder rose, and held his hand out to Scully. She smiled up at him as she took it, and they walked into the playroom together. Juliane followed and pointed out their daughter.

"She's the little redhead over in the corner."

Scully looked to the corner to see a small girl, red hair atop her pudgy childish face, hazel eyes looking straight back at her. The girl smiled at the two agents, who walked toward her.

"Hi Geena," said Mulder.

"Geena, we're going to be your new parents," Scully said, kneeling down beside the girl.

"Can I...can I call you Mommy and Daddy?" asked the child in a small voice.

"Of course you can."

The girl stood, facing Scully.

"You have red hair, just like me," she said, touching Scully's hair.

"Yes, I do."

"Are you foster parents?"

"No."

"Then what are you?" asked Geena, eyes narrowing. Scully looked at Mulder, eyebrows raised. 'Smart kid,' she thought.

"We're your real parents, Geena."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And I can call you Mommy and Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Mommy," said the child. "Daddy."

Mulder took Geena's hand, and Geena reached for Scully's.

"Let's go, Mommy," said Geena, smiling.

Scully stood, and the three walked out the door together.

"I've never seen her be that nice to anyone," remarked Juliane as the trio left.


Scully's apartment, 9:45pm

"This is going to be my room?"

"Yep."

"And you are just across the hall?"

"Yep."

"I like this. I like you."

"I like you, too, Geena," Scully said.

"Where's Daddy?"

"He went to get some things."

"I'm tired."

"Would you like to go to bed?"

"In my new bed. Yes."

"All right. Can you change yourself?"

"Will you help me, Mommy?"

Scully helped her daughter change into her pajamas, a pink polyester nightgown that brushed the floor with its lace trim.

"G'night, Mommy," said Geena, smiling from her bed. She clutched a small bear, grey that had once been white, and was soon asleep. Scully leaned in the doorway, watching the small girl sleep. She started when Mulder came up behind her.

"Mulder. What do you think?"

"She's smart."

"Yeah. Did you get everything you needed?"

"Yeah."

"What are we going to tell Skinner?"

"Nothing."

"He'll find out."

"Maybe."

"Eventually, he will, Mulder. Then what?"

"We'll tell him that though we love each other very much, it won't affect our working habits at all."

Mulder put his hand against her cheek, and smiled down at her. She pulled him to her in a hug, and they walked, arms around each other, to the bedroom.

"Mulder...this is all so sudden," Scully said, pulling him down on the bed with her.

"I know. I know."

"I wish...I wish that it were true, that I really had had that child. A child."

"Maybe someday you will."

"I'm thirty four, Mulder. Almost thirty five."

"Age didn't stop Madonna."

Scully didn't say anything, standing up to change into her own pajamas. Mulder watched her change, silent, taking in every move she made.

"Mulder, are you watching me?"

"Yes, Scully."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. Because you're beautiful."

She blushed, and threw her pajama top over her head.

"And what are you planning to change into?"

"Boxers," Mulder replied, standing. He stripped down to his boxers, then lay back down.

"Which side of the bed is yours, Scully?"

"The right."

"Okay."

Mulder climbed under the covers of the left side, and Scully walked around to the right.

"This is weird, Mulder," Scully said, turning to face him.

"I know."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Scully lay facing her partner--her husband--head propped up by her hand. Her hair fell into her face, and Mulder immediately reached out to tuck it behind her ear.

"I love your hair, Scully."

"I noticed."

She leaned toward him, and their lips met. She opened her mouth and he caressed her tongue with his own. She felt weak and fell against him. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes, and kissed her cheek, her forehead, her neck. She began to kiss him, on the jaw, on the neck, on the ears, anywhere she could reach. Their mouths reunited in a burst of passion, and Mulder moved her beneath him.

"Do...do you want to, Mulder?"

"Are you serious?" he asked, laughing a little. "I've been waiting."

"Me too," she whispered, lifting her head to kiss him on the nose. She rested her head on the pillow and looked up into his eyes. They were hazel, just like Geena's.

"Mulder, I have almost everything I've ever wanted."

"Almost? What else do you want?"

"Good sex," she replied, straight faced, eyes sparkling.

He grinned at her, and began to kiss her all over again. This time he began to move slowly downward. She lifted her head as he began to kiss her neck. His body was warm and heavy against hers; the small amount of hair on his chest was incredibly sexy. He supported himself with one arm as the other worked the buttons of her top. She reached up to his head, and ran her fingers through the hair she could reach. Mulder finally removed her shirt, and slowly, ever so slowly, made his way down her body. He laid kisses on her neck, her collarbone, her upper chest. Down, down he kissed, and finally, finally, reached her breast.

"Scully?" he asked, softly, moving back up to look her in the eye.

"Mulder."

"Can I...is it...okay?"

"Yes."

She lifted her head to his for another kiss, and then fell against the pillow. He kissed her collarbone again, then ran his fingers lightly over her hardened nipples. She let out a slight sigh, and he put his mouth to her breast. He kissed around her nipple, then placed his tongue on it and circled it slowly. She stifled a cry, and he smiled. He kissed his way to her other breast, sucking her nipple and massaging the other with his hand. Leaving his hand on her breast, he began to work his way down her stomach, kissing slowly and carefully. He kissed the space right above her pants line, and she cried out his name softly. He removed his hand from her breast, and tugged off her pants. She kicked them, along with her underwear and the blanket, onto the floor. She had her hands on his head, and almost pushed him into her. He lay his tongue on the inside of her thigh, licking with the tip of his tongue slowly up toward her vagina. He reached his hands up to her breasts, and stroked them. He began to slowly lick her vagina, circling with his tongue, and she finally came. He kept licking and kissing and then began to kiss his way back up to her mouth.

"Mulder, oh my god," she said softly. She reached down to his boxers--black silk--and pushed them down. She rubbed his penis carefully, and looked into his eyes.

"Okay?" he asked, and she could only nod.

He entered her, and they moved together, up and down. He pulled out sometime after, and they lay entangled with each other.

"Mulder...Mulder you're shaking. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I love you so much, Scully. I never want to lose you."

"I know, Mulder. I know."

He kissed her again, and worked his way down to her breasts. He sucked on each of them in turn, and she cried out.

"Mul-Mulder," she said, as quietly as she could.

"Mmm?"

"Geena's across the hall."

"Shit. We weren't very loud."

He lay, head to her stomach. She reached down to play with his hair.

"I know. But if you keep doing that I might be a little louder," she said, and he raised himself up to look at her. She smiled up at him, and they kissed again. She shivered.

"Get the blanket, Mulder, I'm cold," she whispered.

He got the blanket and wrapped his arms around her. They soon fell asleep.


Scully's Apartment, 9:00am the next morning.

 

"Good thing it's Sunday," Mulder remarked, waking to see Scully standing, fully clothed, next to the bed.

"And good thing Skinner just called to tell us that we have a week off to get settled."

"What did you tell him about us?"

"The truth."

"And?"

"He didn't sound very surprised--he did catch us the other day--and he said that for a month--after we get back next week--we'll be on a sort of trial, to see if the marriage interferes at all with our work. If it does, we get reassigned, X-Files are shut down, etc., etc. If not, well, everything stays the same."

"Was last night a dream?"

"No, Mulder," she said, kissing him quickly.

"Where's Geena?"

"Fast asleep."

"I'm going to take a shower; I'll be right back."

Mulder stood, and, finding he was still naked from the night before, froze for an instant before looking around for his boxers. Scully coughed slightly and he looked over at her. She was smiling, holding his boxers. He smiled back, and stepped over to retrieve them. Laughing at him, she jumped onto the bed, just out of his reach. He dove after her, pinning her onto the bed. He kissed her soundly, taking the boxers from her as he did.

"Thank you, Scully," he said, donning the underwear. He walked out of the room, and Scully smiled after him.

A few minutes later, Geena called from her room.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Scully went to see her daughter.

"Geena?"

"Can we buy me some new clothes?" the child asked, standing in her nightgown and frowning at her suitcase. It was full of hand-me-downs and boys' clothes, such as old brown corduroys and carpenter overalls.

"Yes. Today. What do you want to wear today, right now?"

Geena picked out a green turtleneck and a pair of overalls, which she put on herself. She put on her sneakers, then held out her feet so Scully could tie the shoes.

"Would you like me to fix your hair, honey?"

"Can you put it into a ponytail?"

"Yup."

Scully took a brush and an elastic, and pulled the girl's hair away from her face, securing it with the elastic.

"Beautiful," she said, and Geena ran to look in the mirror above the bureau in Scully's room.

"Beautiful," she echoed. "Me?"

"Yes, you," said Scully, touching the girl's small nose.

"Karen--that was my old foster lady--she told me that red heads are always ugly."

"She told you that?"

"Yes. But I saw a picture of you and I knew it couldn't be true."

"Thank you, Geena."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes."

"Where's Daddy?"

"In the shower."

"Let's make him breakfast!" Geena ran from the room with Scully on her heels. The little girl stopped when she got to the kitchen.

"I don't know how to cook," she said, looking at her small feet.

"That's okay, honey, I can teach you."

"Can we make pancakes?"

"Yep."

When Mulder came out of the bedroom, fully clothed, he found his wife and daughter making pancakes--from scratch. They both had flour all over their faces and in their hair, from what looked like the remnants of a flour fight. He came up behind Scully, and put his arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

"Morning, Daddy. We're makin' pancakes."

"So I see," said Mulder, kissing Scully quickly on the cheek, coming away with flour on his mouth. Scully grinned at him and handed him a cloth towel.

"Want me to set the table?" he asked, and Scully nodded.

He began the search for cutlery, and soon found it. He made three settings, and sat down at one of them.

"Daddy, there isn't any food yet," Geena said, rolling her eyes at him. He grinned at her, and got up.

"Can I help?" he asked Scully.

"Men don't cook," Geena rebuked, and Mulder grinned again.

"This man does," he said. "Watch this." He proceeded to flip a pancake into the air. It landed gooey side down on the frying pan, and Geena clapped. Scully smiled and he took a bow.

When they had finished eating and cleaning the dishes, Geena was ready to go shopping.

"I want a pink dress, a blue dress, a green dress, a purple dress, a yellow dress, a orange dress, and a...a...white dress, and a red dress, and a...a..."she trailed off, out of colors.

"Where should we go, Mulder?" Scully asked.

"We? I have to go shopping, too?" he asked innocently.

"Yes. Let's go to the mall."

"Oh yipee."

"Daddy, I'm going to need new clothes. I'm growing, you know."

"You are, are you?"

"Yeah, see?" Geena held out her arm and flexed the muscles. Scully stifled a laugh.

"Who taught you to do that?" she asked.

"Jerry," she replied, as if it would explain everything.

Scully let it go. She leaned over to kiss Mulder, then the three of them went to get clothes.

That evening after Geena had been put to bed, Mulder and Scully sat on the couch together. He had his arm around her, and she smiled up at him. He leaned down the kiss her nose, and she sighed.

"I love you, Mulder," she said, and stood. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

"Want me to clean up the dishes?" Mulder asked, standing.

"If you want to, but I can do it in the morning."

"I'll do it now. Go to bed."

He kissed her on the nose, and she walked off toward her bedroom.

Mulder leaned over the counter, staring at the hard top. He ran one hand through his hair and bit his lip, tears welling in his eyes. He blinked and choked back the tears. He turned on the water to cover the sound of his crying, and furiously began washing the dishes. He almost dropped the plate he was scrubbing over and over again when he heard a noise behind him. He put the plate down and whirled around, to see Geena, clutching her teddy bear, staring at him.

"Why are you crying, Daddy?" she asked softly, walking toward him.

"Oh Geena, what are you doing up?" Mulder shakily asked in the best Daddy voice he could muster.

"I heard you crying. Are you sad?"

"I don't know, Geena."

"Do you need a hug?"

He smiled, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He opened his arms to the little girl and she ran into them, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek, then yawned.

"I'm going back to bed. Don't cry anymore, okay? Daddy? Promise?"

"I promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die? Stick ten needles in your eye?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick ten needles in my eye," Mulder repeated solemnly, and Geena smiled, then scampered off to bed.

He finished the dishes, carefully drying and putting away each one, then went to find Scully. She was asleep, already breathing deeply, so he kissed her cheek and lay down beside her. He stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, then turned onto his side. 'I should be so happy,' he thought. 'But I feel like crying.' The tears he had shed while washing the dishes burned into his mind, depriving him of sleep. He was awake when Scully cried out in her sleep. He was awake when she moved closer to him, trying to get warmer. He was awake when she awoke from a bad dream, looked frantically around, and finally found him, awake, laying beside her.

"Mulder, did I wake you?" she asked in a husky whisper.

"No," he replied.

"What's wrong?"

"I just can't sleep."

She was on her side, facing him, and he lay on his back. He turned to face her, head propped up by his arm. She reached out to touch his cheek.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Scully. My sister...she...I had a meeting with her."

"You--" she lowered her voice. "You what?!"

"At a diner, while you were sick, last year. She...she thinks the cigarette smoking man is her father. She said she'd call me, that she'd contact me, but she hasn't, she hasn't called or anything. 'I have a family now, Fox' she told me. She hasn't called, Scully," Mulder broke off, blinking rapidly and mentally cursing the tears that burned his eyes.

"Mulder, don't. Don't cry."

Mulder's mouth drew down into a frown, and his chin trembled. Scully moved closer to him and kissed his mouth, sweetly and quickly. A single tear, leaving a shiny track, fell from his eye, and he looked down at Scully. His partner. His best friend. His lover. His wife. She kissed his cheek where the tear had been, and wrapped her arms around him as well as she could. He cried silently, body racked by sobs, against her shoulder. She kissed his head, and rubbed his back, and held him.

"I...I promised Geena..." he said quietly, then bit his lip.

"What?"

"I was crying before, doing the dishes," he whispered, almost inaudibly.

"And Geena awoke?"

"She made me promise not to cry. Scully, I can't. I can't be good father or anything. I can't keep a simple promise."

"Don't say things like that, Mulder. Everybody needs to cry sometime. I know I told you not to, but...You didn't cry in front of Geena, which is probably what she meant. You are a good father. And a good husband. *And* a good partner. *And* a good best friend."

"I don't deserve--" Scully interrupted him with a kiss, and he yawned, finally tired.

"What time is it?"

"Two thirty."

"Good night, Scully."

"Good night, Mulder. I love you."

"I love you, too," he mumbled, and closed his eyes. Scully watched him until he was breathing evenly, then allowed herself to fall asleep.

They were awoken in the morning when Geena jumped on them in bed.

"Get up, get up, come on there's someone at the door, Mommy!!" she cried, giggling as she bounced from her father to her mother.

Scully shook her head and climbed out of bed, leaving Mulder to deal with Geena. She pulled on her bathrobe and went to open the door.

"Hi Mom," she said. "Why didn't you use your key?"

Her mother walked into her daughter's living room and sat immediately down on her couch.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Scully asked, shutting the door.

"I--I forgot my key, Dana. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"I needed to get up anyway. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I just...I received a call this morning. The man on the phone told me to watch out. 'Watch out, Maggie,' he said."

"Did he say anything else?" Scully asked, sitting next to her mother.

"He told me to watch out for my family. Then he hung up. I came immediately here, Dana. I--I don't know what to do."

"Mom...there's something I need to tell you," Scully said.

"Did you get a call, too?"

"No."

Mulder walked out of the bathroom, fully clothed, and walked toward the two women on the couch, holding Geena's hand.

Scully's mom looked at her, astonished. Scully could see her mother thinking and trying to reason with herself.

"Mom, Mulder and I got married."

"When?" she asked, mouth dropping open, staring at Geena.

"Two days ago."

"And the child?"

"Is our daughter."

"Adopted?"

"Yes, but she's ours. Biologically."

"You had a child?"

"No. Geena, come here to meet your grandmother."

"Hi, Gramma," the little girl said, standing before Maggie Scully.

"Dana, I don't understand..."

"Geena, honey?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Can you go with Mul...Daddy to change into your new pink dress?"

"Yep! C'mon, Daddy!"

Geena ran over to her father, taking his hand and pulling him toward her room. Mulder looked back at Scully and grinned at her, following his daughter.

"Mom, I don't know what to say about this phone call. Maybe it was nothing. But we'll be careful. I promise."

"I don't want anything to happen to you--and your new family."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Can you explain....?"

"Mom, remember Emily?"

"Yes."

"Geena is like Emily. I didn't have her, but she was created from my ova. She's different, however, because the father of Geena is not an alien, or whatever it was that created Emily. Geena was created from sperm taken from Mulder and ova taken from me. Mom, I know it doesn't make sense, but the DNA testing came through. She's brilliant, and we love her."

"Do you love each other?"

"Yes."

"Because of the child?"

"No."

"I wish you'd told me," Maggie whispered as Mulder and Geena re- entered. To her granddaughter she said, "Geena, you look lovely."

"Thank you, Gramma. Is it okay if I call you Gramma?"

"Yes."

Geena grinned, and jumped into Maggie's lap.

"Mom, is it okay if Geena stays with you some days of the week?"

"On Wednesdays I have bridge club, and Fridays I visit Anne. She's completely welcome all other days."

"Great."

"I get to go to Gramma's?" asked Geena, bouncing around the living room.

"Yep, but not yet. Starting next week, okay?" Scully said, asking her mother with the question, addressing her daughter. Maggie nodded, then stood.

"I have a doctor's appointment today, and I'm meeting a friend for lunch. I have to go. Dana, Fox, take care of yourselves."

Scully stood to hug her mother, and Geena wrapped her arms around Maggie's legs. A bright light flashed, and the three females looked around, startled. They found Mulder looking sheepish, holding a camera.

"Kodak moment," he said, blushing.

"Mulder, I'm not even dressed!" Scully cried.

"You still look beautiful," he said, and it was her turn to blush. Maggie left, and Scully went to get dressed.

"Why does Mommy call you Mulder?" Geena asked her father, sitting next to him on the couch.

"Because that's what she's always called me."

"Is that your name? Mulder? Mulder what?"

"Mulder's my last name."

"What is your first name?"

"Fox."

"That's an animal," Geena said, giggling.

"That's my name," Mulder said, poking her in the stomach.

She laughed, and jumped onto him, tickling him with her small fingers. His stomach growled, making her laugh even harder.


Month and a half later, 7:30am, The apartment

"I'm hungry, Daddy. Let's make Mommy breakfast!"

"What do you want her to have?"

"Um....eggs and toast."

"Okay, let's see what we can do."

Scully came out of the shower and heard Mulder and Geena in the kitchen, clattering around. As she dried off and changed, the smell of breakfast came seeping back into the room. She sat on the bed, tears coming to her eyes. She had wanted for so long for someone to cook her breakfast. She blow-dried and brushed her hair, and walked out into the kitchen.

Geena turned to grin at her, and the spatula she was holding flew out of her grasp, hitting Mulder on the head. He blinked a few times as his daughter and wife stared, and he laughed, showing them he was okay.

Scully hugged her daughter, kissing her nose, and was then instructed to sit down and wait for the food.

As they were eating, Mulder's cell phone rang. He apologized, then ran to get it from the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later, kissed Scully on the ear, whispering to her.

"That was Skinner. Someone broke into our office last night. He needs one of us to go check it out."

She nodded, and he kissed her. He left the room, waving good-bye to Geena, and they heard his car leave.

"Why didn't Daddy wait for you today, Mommy?"

"Our boss needed him there right away, honey. Let's get ready to go to Gramma's house."

"I'm not going there today," Geena reminded her mother.

"You're not?" Scully asked, confused.

"Remember, Mommy? Today you said you'd take me into work with you."

"I know, honey, I was just playing."

"What should I bring?" Geena asked, skipping around the small kitchen.

"Pack your bag with toys, and bring your sippy cup."

"Okay."

Geena ran to get ready, and Scully cleaned up the dishes. They left soon after, heading toward the FBI building.

 

Five minutes after they had locked the door behind them, the phone rang. And rang. The answering machine finally picked up.

"Hi, this is Dana Scully. Leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Scully...Scully this is Mulder...Scully they...they're here...no, not aliens or anything, but the bad guys, or however you'd like to put it. I'm not at the office, I was being followed. Scully...pick up if you're there. I love you. I love Geena too. Scully I love you so much. I'm so sorry that....I'm sorry that I won't be able to come back today. I love you...they're here....Scully!!!!!!!" Mulder's voice was at first an urgent message. His last utterance of her name had been a dragged out scream, cut off before he finished.

"Mommy! I forgot my teddy! We have to go back!" Geena cried from her car seat in the back of the car. Scully sighed, smiled at her daughter, and turned the car around.

Scully stood in her living room, listening to her messages. The first was from an insurance company, and the second was from Mulder. She stood frozen, listening. Geena came into the living room to find her mother staring straight ahead.

"Scully...Scully this is Mulder..."

"Mommy?" Geena asked, creeping closer.

"Scully they...they're here...no, not aliens or anything, but the bad guys, or however you'd like to put it. I'm not at the office, I was being followed. Scully...pick up if you're there. I love you. I love Geena too. Scully I love you so much. I'm so sorry that....I'm sorry that I won't be able to come back today. I love you...they're here....Scully!!!!!!!"

"Mommy!!" Geena cried, diving into Scully's lap. Scully felt a numb wave wash over her. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak.

"Mulder..." she whispered. "I love you, too."

"Mommy, where's Daddy? Who are They?"

"Geena," Scully said, looking down at the distraught child in her lap. "Geena," she repeated, hugging her child. "I don't know who They are, but they won't keep Mulder away for very long. He always finds a way. Always."

Scully picked up the phone and dialed Skinner's office.

"Sir, Agent Mulder, is he in the building?" she asked immediately.

"No, he didn't arrive."

"I have reason to believe that he may have been kidnapped."

"Agent Scully?"

"I received this message," she said, playing the message for him, over the phone.

"Sir?"

"I'll put my best agents on it right now. You need to come down here right away."

"I have my daughter with me, sir."

"Is there no where you could leave her?"

"No."

"Bring her along. I want you in on this investigation."

"I'll be there as soon as possible, sir."

Scully hung up the phone and knelt down to Geena's eye-level.

"Geena, honey, Daddy might not come home for a while. But he'll come back some day, okay? Do you understand that he'll be okay?"

"Yes."

"I know it's going to be hard, living without him, but it's got to be done. He'll come back."

Geena picked up her teddy bear, and Scully rushed her out to the car. Geena climbed into her car seat on her own, and Scully climbed into the front, slammed the door, and sped toward the FBI building.


FBI Building 8:35pm

"Agent Scully...I'm glad to see you," the assistant director said.

"Sir, I'd like you to meet our daughter, Geena. Geena, this is Daddy and Mommy's boss, Mr. Skinner."

"Hello, Mr. Skinner," Geena said, sticking out her small hand. The AD smiled, took her hand and shook it.

"Sir, somewhere between here and my apartment, Agent Mulder was taken away. His car should be somewhere."

"We already have agents looking."

"What can I do?"

"I need you to look through your files, in your office. I believe someone took something last night, and whatever it is that's missing may help you."

"Thank you, sir."

"We'll let you know if anything turns up."

Scully nodded, and led her daughter out the door and down into the basement. She unlocked the office door, and looked around the small office. Nothing seemed overly out of order, though it was never really in any order anyway. Geena sat down on the floor and took out her toys; she was soon immersed in her play. Scully began to look around the office for anything that was missing. Finding nothing on Mulder's desk out of the ordinary, she went to tackle the file cabinets, starting with A. In the front of each section was a list of all the files that were to be contained within the drawer. She took the first one, and began to check off the files.

An hour later, she was through the A's, B's and C's. Nothing was missing. She looked over to Geena, who was still playing on the floor.

When she had finished, Geena was asleep. It was six thirty, and Scully's stomach rumbled. She looked at the list of missing files. There were three missing. The first she came across--or didn't come across--was the case on Mulder, when he had killed two people and had then forgotten. His name had been cleared, and Scully had filed it as an X-File. The other two missing were on her: when she had been abducted, and when she had had her bout with cancer. She frowned, trying to see the connection, trying to use the information to find Mulder.

"Mommy?" Geena mumbled, standing up.

"Yes?"

"Is Daddy here yet?"

"No, honey, I'm sorry."

"I miss him."

"I know, I miss him too."

Geena's bottom lip quivered, and Scully walked quickly over. She sat down on the cold cement floor, and pulled Geena into her lap.

"I won't cry, Mommy. I promise. Crying is bad."

"It's okay to cry sometimes, Geena. If you're really, really sad, it's okay to cry."

"Mommy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really, really sad," Geena said, tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked, trying to hold them back, but they began to fall. She leaned her head against Scully's shoulder, and silently cried, just as Mulder had done the night before. Scully rubbed her back, smoothed her hair, and kissed her head.

"Daddy will come back, Geena. He always does."

"He--he does?"

"Yes."


Place, Unknown; Time, Unknown

Mulder sat alone in the dark. He was cold, he was hungry, and he was wet. He missed Scully, he missed Geena. He closed his eyes, picturing the two of them. The cement wall he leaned against was rough, and his head hurt.

A bright light was turned on, and Mulder stood, blinking, trying to see. Three men entered the room, one tall, two short. The tall one held a tray. The tray contained medical instruments, and Mulder backed up to the rough wall.

"There's no use in hiding," said the man as he prepared a hypodermic needle. Mulder was grabbed from both side by the two short men, and the tall man injected him with whatever was in the needle. Mulder fell to the floor, unconscious.

FBI Building

The phone rang. Scully almost dropped Geena, who was still in her lap, when trying to answer it. She finally did.

"Hello?"

"Agent Scully. We found his car."

"Sir?"

"We lifted prints off the handles and such, but there were so many different sets."

"Did you find anything else?"

"No."

"The files that are missing are on Mulder and me, sir."

"Not as helpful as I had hoped, I assume."

"No, sir."

"I'll call you if something turns up."

Skinner hung up, and Scully sighed. The phone rang again, and she picked it up. There were two clicks, then nothing. She frowned at the receivor, knowing the message to mean Deep Throat had a message for Mulder. She took Geena's hand, and they left the office. Scully walked out of the building, looking around and around, seeing no one. They walked a short distance, still looking for anyone who might be following.

"That man is following us, Mommy," Geena said, suddenly, turning and pointing at a man leaning against a building with a paper.

Scully turned into the next alley she saw, and waited for the man--if he was the man--to arrive.

"Agent Scully, my name is Harold J.O'Brien," the man said, stepping around the corner.

She nodded.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes. Agent Mulder is alive. I believe you already knew that. This address will help you."

"Who are you?"

"Agent Scully, I am no comparison to Deep Throat or X. Even to Marita. But I can assure you that this information is as valuable to you as any piece they could have given you," he turned to walk away.

"Thank you," Scully said, taking the paper.

"Harold," Geena said, her tone almost like Scully's.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to face Scully.

"This information will lead me to my Daddy?" Geena asked.

"I think so."

"Thanks."

Scully looked down at Geena questioningly, then back to Harold, who had gone.

"Geena, honey, why did you talk to the man?"

"Because I don't think he could have lied to me."

"You're very grown up, Geena."

"I'm still little," she said stubbornly, and Scully reached for her hand.

"Sir? I'm taking Geena home; she's tired," Scully said into the phone. They were back in the office, Geena packing her toys and Scully calling Skinner.

"I'll let you know if anything shows up."

"Thank you, sir."

Scully hung up the phone and sighed. She and Geena went to the car, and Scully drove to the address on the paper.

They pulled up before a large office building. Scully looked back at her daughter, who was staring out the window. Scully looked in the same direction, but didn't see what Geena did.

"Geena? You're going to come in there with me, okay? You have to stay right by my side the whole time, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Do you promise? You have to be quiet, too."

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick ten needles in my eye," the little girl said solemnly, and Scully cringed inwardly at the thought of needles piercing her child's eye.

They walked hand in hand to the front door of the building. The door opened easily, and the two walked into a hallway with a ceiling stretching far up beyond the reach of their eyes. It was dark. Scully held tightly to Geena's hand as they made their way past locked door after locked door. The doors had windows, and they peered into each. No Mulder. They came to the end of the hallway and had two choices. Up or down.

"Up or down, Geena," Scully said.

"Down."

They went down. The elevator rumbled and went very, very slowly. Scully thought they'd never stop moving. The doors opened to show a murky, low ceilinged hallway, with greenish lights illuminating it. They walked slowly down it, seeing no doors. They came to the end, and again had two choices. This time, it was left or right.

"You choose, Mommy."

They went to the right. They walked along the strange corridor, the light playing tricks with their shadows. Still, no doors. They came to the end of the long hall, and found a door. It had no window, and Scully closed her eyes as she pushed against the smooth metal. It gave, and they entered a small, dimly lit room. There were four flashlights on one wall, and a panel of light switches on the other side. There were the two doors on the other two sides. Scully took down one of the flashlights and they shoved their way into the next area.

Complete darkness. Scully stood, Geena hanging on tightly to her hand, blinking for a few shocked seconds. Then she switched on the light. She shone it in front of them, and found a cell. Empty. It looked like a prison cell from a movie; an old movie. A movie in which the inmates are tortured and killed. She shone the flashlight to the left, and it didn't reach the end. She shone it to the right, and saw the wall only about fifty feet away. They walked to the right, looking in each cell. No Mulder. Then they turned to walk the other direction. They passed cell after cell, all empty. Scully began to half hope, maybe this one, maybe this one. She also hoped that they wouldn't find him here. That he was somewhere else. Somewhere nice and clean. That as she and Geena searched in this basement prison, Skinner had received a call. A call telling him where Mulder was. She shone the flashlight into the next cell.

"Daddy!" Geena whispered exitedly.

Scully stepped closer to the cell, shining the light through the bars. It was Mulder, indeed. A beaten, unconcious Mulder. She wished Geena wasn't there. Scully tried the door to the cell, and to her surprise, it opened. She ran the few steps to Mulder, Geena right behind her. She felt for a pulse, and found it. It wasn't strong, but it wasn't weak. Sighing with relief, she pulled his head into her lap, cradling it.

"Geena," she said. "Geena, he's going to be okay, as long as we can get him out of here."

"How are we going to do that, Mommy?"

"I don't know, sweetie."

Scully frowned down at her partner, worry filling her. Mulder weighed much more than she, and Geena wouldn't be much help. She kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair away from his face.

"Daddy doesn't look very well, Momma."

"I know, sweetie," Scully said. 'Momma?' she thought. 'Momma?'

The flashlight dimmed suddenly, and went out. Geena let out a small cry, and Scully shook the light, trying to get it on again. She tapped it gently against the ground, to no avail.

"Geena?"

"Momma?"

'Momma?' Scully thought again. 'Where did *that* come from?'

"Honey, come sit next to me and Daddy."

The little girl found Scully and snuggled against her. Scully put one arm around her daughter and the other around Mulder's chest.

"Geena, do you remember where the wall is?" Scully asked, praying the child had the photgraphic memory her father had.

"I think just behind you."

Geena stood, hands in front of her, and slowly walked toward the wall. She touched it with her outstretched hands, and turned, back against the rough concrete.

"Momma, it's right here."

"I'm going to lean against it. I'll be right there, honey, I just need to move Mulder with me."

Scully pulled Mulder and Geena put her hand on her mother's shoulder, guiding her. Scully finally had her back against the wall, and she pulled Mulder so his head was in her lap. He was on his side, and she rubbed his arm absently. She put her other arm around her daughter, and she stared straight ahead.

"Momma, I'm scared of the dark."

"I'm right here, honey. The last time I was in the dark like this, I was scared too, sweetie."

"You were?"

"Yes. And Mulder, he--he protected me."

"Like you're protecting him?"

"Yeah, like I'm protecting him."

"You're a good mommy," Geena remarked, leaning her head against her mother. "Can I go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Good night, Momma."

"Good night, Geena."

Geena was asleep in minutes. Scully stayed awake, reminded of another time Mulder had his head in her lap. 'I won't fall asleep,' she had assured him. She hadn't. But this time, she did.

Scully awoke to a bright light shining in her face. She blinked rapidly and felt Geena beside her, stirring. Mulder was still unconsious, but she kissed his nose carefully.

She looked up in alarm as she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. She tried to stand but her legs were asleep and Mulder's head was still in her lap. She looked around, terrified, and pulled Geena closer to her.

"Momma...." Geena moaned, frightened.

"O'Brien, look at this. The wife and daughter came to visit," said a short man, standing at the entrance to the cell.

"How the hell did they get in here? Who was guarding this place last night?" Scully heard Harold say, but she couldn't see him.

"You, uh, let us leave, O'Brien."

"Damnit."

"What should we do with them?" asked another short man.

"They're awake," said Harold.

"Not all of them," said the first man, snorting.

"Dana Scully, Geena. How are you?" asked Harold.

"You set us up," she spat.

"Who me?" he asked, innocently.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked.

"Tut, tut, you shouldn't swear in front of children."

"Shut the fuck up!" yelled Geena, surprising everyone.

"Geena!" Scully rebuked.

"Sorry."

"Now where did she learn a thing like that?" asked Harold, looking at Mulder. "Well, Dr. Scully, how's the patient?"

"Unconcious."

"What else can you tell me?"

"Nothing."

"Well then. Boys, take Mulder upstairs. Put Dana in my room. Leave Geena with me."

"No!" cried Scully, gently moving Mulder's head off her lap, and standing. Her legs felt tingly and weak, but she stood her ground. She held onto Geena with one arm, crushing her toward her leg.

"I won't let you take my daughter," she said forcefully.

"I'm sorry, Dana, you don't have a say in this."

"Momma....I love you," said Geena, looking up at her mother.

"I love you too, honey."

The 'boys' were taking Mulder away. They picked him up and laid him on a stretcher, then one of them wheeled him away. The other came back for Scully. He grabbed her arm, and pulled her gun from its holster.

"Damn," she said. 'Why didn't I think of that?' she thought. 'God I am so stupid.'

The short man tossed the gun to Harold, who took out the bullets, then handed it back to the other man. He stuck it into the bag he had on his back, and grabbed Scully by her arms once more. She twisted around to fce her daughter.

"Geena!" she cried. "I'll come back for you. I'll find you. I love you!"

"Momma, I know!" cried the child. Tears sprung to Geena's eyes as she was held back by Harold.

Scully twisted and writhed so much that the man stopped, threw her against a wall, and knocked her across the head with his fist. She would be out for about an hour, he thought, and tossed her over his shoulder to carry to his boss's room.


When Scully awoke, she looked frantically around, not knowing where she was. Then she remembered the horrible events of the day before. Mulder, unconcious and beaten; Geena, crying and calling her Momma; Harold, ordering the three split up. Tears came to her eyes, but she bit them back. She sat up, looking around the room. It was a brightly lit windowless room with a comfortable bed in which she was sitting. She was wearing her suit from the day before, and she felt grungy. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the door, but it was locked. The room contained only the bed and a bedside table. She went over to the table and opened the small drawer. In it were condoms. 'Oh god,' she thought, slamming the drawer shut. 'Mulder, oh god.' She was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting back her tears, when Harold came in, locking the door behind him.

"You are disgusting," she told him.

"Oh don't tell me you've been snooping around. I hate snoops."

"Where's Geena?"

"In a safe place."

"Where's Mulder?"

"We took him to the nearest hospital."

"Did you notify the FBI?"

"Of course not. We redgistered him as an unidentified male."

"When do I get to leave?"

"When I'm done with you."

Scully hung her head, anger filling her heart. She flashed her eyes at the man.

"Do all red heads have such a temper?" he asked, coming closer to her. She didn't answer, just looked away from him. He jerked her head toward him, and made her look at him.

"Dana. Cooperate, or things may not go very well for your child."

"I'll cooperate," she said quietly.

"Good. Strip for me," he commanded.

She stood up and quickly took of her clothes. She stood, naked, shaking, tears welling up in her eyes. She folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs. He stood in front of her, and tore her arms away from her body. She wouldn't look at him, and he worked his way around her body. She was thrown onto the bed, and she closed her eyes, trying to numb her body. She heard the drawer open, and felt pain when he tried to enter her and found her dry. He slapped her face but she still didn't respond to him.

He re-clothed, pushed her off the bed, and commanded her to put on her clothes. He then kicked her out of the room, telling her how to exit the building. The street-lights were on, and she knew it was very late. She almost ran to her car, and saw Geena's things in the back. The car clock said two fifteen. She began to cry again, looking up at the building. Harold's words 'in a safe place' came back to her, and she tried to make herself believe that Geena was indeed in a safe place, being taken care of.

Scully wiped her tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself. She turned the car on, and drove to the nearest hospital.

"Hello, my name is Dana Scully," she said to the attendant at the front desk. "I have reason to believe my husband was brought to this hospital sometime today. Have you admitted any unidentified patients?"

"We admitted three today. Can you describe him for me, Dana?"

"He's tall, about six feet, dark hair, hazel eyes, muscular but not a body builder. He's unconsious, with bruises and cuts all over his body."

"Yes, he's in room 186. Right down that corridor."

"Thank you so much," Scully said, walking quickly in the direction the kind assistant had pointed. She saw room 186 and ran to get inside. Mulder lay on the bed, IV dripping into his arm. She picked up his chart and scanned it; they knew about what she did medically.

"Mulder," she whispered, picking up his lifeless hand. "Mulder, I'm here. I love you so much, Mulder. You mean everything to me. You and Geena. Mulder, they...they took Geena. Mulder."

Scully got up to close the door; no one would be in for a while, she knew. She climbed up on the bed beside Mulder, who's lanky frame left enough room for her own petit one. She lay on her side, curled toward him, holding onto his hand, and cried silently, her whole body shaking, like Geena and Mulder before her. Only this time, there was no one there to comfort her.


Month and a half later, 7:30am, The apartment

"I'm hungry, Daddy. Let's make Mommy breakfast!"

"What do you want her to have?"

"Um....eggs and toast."

"Okay, let's see what we can do."

Scully came out of the shower and heard Mulder and Geena in the kitchen, clattering around. As she dried off and changed, the smell of breakfast came seeping back into the room. She sat on the bed, tears coming to her eyes. She had wanted for so long for someone to cook her breakfast. She blow-dried and brushed her hair, and walked out into the kitchen.

Geena turned to grin at her, and the spatula she was holding flew out of her grasp, hitting Mulder on the head. He blinked a few times as his daughter and wife stared, and he laughed, showing them he was okay.

Scully hugged her daughter, kissing her nose, and was then instructed to sit down and wait for the food.

As they were eating, Mulder's cell phone rang. He apologized, then ran to get it from the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later, kissed Scully on the ear, whispering to her.

"That was Skinner. Someone broke into our office last night. He needs one of us to go check it out."

She nodded, and he kissed her. He left the room, waving good-bye to Geena, and they heard his car leave.

"Why didn't Daddy wait for you today, Mommy?"

"Our boss needed him there right away, honey. Let's get ready to go to Gramma's house."

"I'm not going there today," Geena reminded her mother.

"You're not?" Scully asked, confused.

"Remember, Mommy? Today you said you'd take me into work with you."

"I know, honey, I was just playing."

"What should I bring?" Geena asked, skipping around the small kitchen.

"Pack your bag with toys, and bring your sippy cup."

"Okay."

Geena ran to get ready, and Scully cleaned up the dishes. They left soon after, heading toward the FBI building.

 

Five minutes after they had locked the door behind them, the phone rang. And rang. The answering machine finally picked up.

"Hi, this is Dana Scully. Leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Scully...Scully this is Mulder...Scully they...they're here...no, not aliens or anything, but the bad guys, or however you'd like to put it. I'm not at the office, I was being followed. Scully...pick up if you're there. I love you. I love Geena too. Scully I love you so much. I'm so sorry that....I'm sorry that I won't be able to come back today. I love you...they're here....Scully!!!!!!!" Mulder's voice was at first an urgent message. His last utterance of her name had been a dragged out scream, cut off before he finished.

"Mommy! I forgot my teddy! We have to go back!" Geena cried from her car seat in the back of the car. Scully sighed, smiled at her daughter, and turned the car around.

Scully stood in her living room, listening to her messages. The first was from an insurance company, and the second was from Mulder. She stood frozen, listening. Geena came into the living room to find her mother staring straight ahead.

"Scully...Scully this is Mulder..."

"Mommy?" Geena asked, creeping closer.

"Scully they...they're here...no, not aliens or anything, but the bad guys, or however you'd like to put it. I'm not at the office, I was being followed. Scully...pick up if you're there. I love you. I love Geena too. Scully I love you so much. I'm so sorry that....I'm sorry that I won't be able to come back today. I love you...they're here....Scully!!!!!!!"

"Mommy!!" Geena cried, diving into Scully's lap. Scully felt a numb wave wash over her. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak.

"Mulder..." she whispered. "I love you, too."

"Mommy, where's Daddy? Who are They?"

"Geena," Scully said, looking down at the distraught child in her lap. "Geena," she repeated, hugging her child. "I don't know who They are, but they won't keep Mulder away for very long. He always finds a way. Always."

Scully picked up the phone and dialed Skinner's office.

"Sir, Agent Mulder, is he in the building?" she asked immediately.

"No, he didn't arrive."

"I have reason to believe that he may have been kidnapped."

"Agent Scully?"

"I received this message," she said, playing the message for him, over the phone.

"Sir?"

"I'll put my best agents on it right now. You need to come down here right away."

"I have my daughter with me, sir."

"Is there no where you could leave her?"

"No."

"Bring her along. I want you in on this investigation."

"I'll be there as soon as possible, sir."

Scully hung up the phone and knelt down to Geena's eye-level.

"Geena, honey, Daddy might not come home for a while. But he'll come back some day, okay? Do you understand that he'll be okay?"

"Yes."

"I know it's going to be hard, living without him, but it's got to be done. He'll come back."

Geena picked up her teddy bear, and Scully rushed her out to the car. Geena climbed into her car seat on her own, and Scully climbed into the front, slammed the door, and sped toward the FBI building.


FBI Building 8:35pm

"Agent Scully...I'm glad to see you," the assistant director said.

"Sir, I'd like you to meet our daughter, Geena. Geena, this is Daddy and Mommy's boss, Mr. Skinner."

"Hello, Mr. Skinner," Geena said, sticking out her small hand. The AD smiled, took her hand and shook it.

"Sir, somewhere between here and my apartment, Agent Mulder was taken away. His car should be somewhere."

"We already have agents looking."

"What can I do?"

"I need you to look through your files, in your office. I believe someone took something last night, and whatever it is that's missing may help you."

"Thank you, sir."

"We'll let you know if anything turns up."

Scully nodded, and led her daughter out the door and down into the basement. She unlocked the office door, and looked around the small office. Nothing seemed overly out of order, though it was never really in any order anyway. Geena sat down on the floor and took out her toys; she was soon immersed in her play. Scully began to look around the office for anything that was missing. Finding nothing on Mulder's desk out of the ordinary, she went to tackle the file cabinets, starting with A. In the front of each section was a list of all the files that were to be contained within the drawer. She took the first one, and began to check off the files.

An hour later, she was through the A's, B's and C's. Nothing was missing. She looked over to Geena, who was still playing on the floor.

When she had finished, Geena was asleep. It was six thirty, and Scully's stomach rumbled. She looked at the list of missing files. There were three missing. The first she came across--or didn't come across--was the case on Mulder, when he had killed two people and had then forgotten. His name had been cleared, and Scully had filed it as an X-File. The other two missing were on her: when she had been abducted, and when she had had her bout with cancer. She frowned, trying to see the connection, trying to use the information to find Mulder.

"Mommy?" Geena mumbled, standing up.

"Yes?"

"Is Daddy here yet?"

"No, honey, I'm sorry."

"I miss him."

"I know, I miss him too."

Geena's bottom lip quivered, and Scully walked quickly over. She sat down on the cold cement floor, and pulled Geena into her lap.

"I won't cry, Mommy. I promise. Crying is bad."

"It's okay to cry sometimes, Geena. If you're really, really sad, it's okay to cry."

"Mommy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really, really sad," Geena said, tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked, trying to hold them back, but they began to fall. She leaned her head against Scully's shoulder, and silently cried, just as Mulder had done the night before. Scully rubbed her back, smoothed her hair, and kissed her head.

"Daddy will come back, Geena. He always does."

"He--he does?"

"Yes."


Place, Unknown; Time, Unknown

Mulder sat alone in the dark. He was cold, he was hungry, and he was wet. He missed Scully, he missed Geena. He closed his eyes, picturing the two of them. The cement wall he leaned against was rough, and his head hurt.

A bright light was turned on, and Mulder stood, blinking, trying to see. Three men entered the room, one tall, two short. The tall one held a tray. The tray contained medical instruments, and Mulder backed up to the rough wall.

"There's no use in hiding," said the man as he prepared a hypodermic needle. Mulder was grabbed from both side by the two short men, and the tall man injected him with whatever was in the needle. Mulder fell to the floor, unconscious.


FBI Building

The phone rang. Scully almost dropped Geena, who was still in her lap, when trying to answer it. She finally did.

"Hello?"

"Agent Scully. We found his car."

"Sir?"

"We lifted prints off the handles and such, but there were so many different sets."

"Did you find anything else?"

"No."

"The files that are missing are on Mulder and me, sir."

"Not as helpful as I had hoped, I assume."

"No, sir."

"I'll call you if something turns up."

Skinner hung up, and Scully sighed. The phone rang again, and she picked it up. There were two clicks, then nothing. She frowned at the receivor, knowing the message to mean Deep Throat had a message for Mulder. She took Geena's hand, and they left the office. Scully walked out of the building, looking around and around, seeing no one. They walked a short distance, still looking for anyone who might be following.

"That man is following us, Mommy," Geena said, suddenly, turning and pointing at a man leaning against a building with a paper.

Scully turned into the next alley she saw, and waited for the man--if he was the man--to arrive.

"Agent Scully, my name is Harold J.O'Brien," the man said, stepping around the corner.

She nodded.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes. Agent Mulder is alive. I believe you already knew that. This address will help you."

"Who are you?"

"Agent Scully, I am no comparison to Deep Throat or X. Even to Marita. But I can assure you that this information is as valuable to you as any piece they could have given you," he turned to walk away.

"Thank you," Scully said, taking the paper.

"Harold," Geena said, her tone almost like Scully's.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to face Scully.

"This information will lead me to my Daddy?" Geena asked.

"I think so."

"Thanks."

Scully looked down at Geena questioningly, then back to Harold, who had gone.

"Geena, honey, why did you talk to the man?"

"Because I don't think he could have lied to me."

"You're very grown up, Geena."

"I'm still little," she said stubbornly, and Scully reached for her hand.

"Sir? I'm taking Geena home; she's tired," Scully said into the phone. They were back in the office, Geena packing her toys and Scully calling Skinner.

"I'll let you know if anything shows up."

"Thank you, sir."

Scully hung up the phone and sighed. She and Geena went to the car, and Scully drove to the address on the paper.

They pulled up before a large office building. Scully looked back at her daughter, who was staring out the window. Scully looked in the same direction, but didn't see what Geena did.

"Geena? You're going to come in there with me, okay? You have to stay right by my side the whole time, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Do you promise? You have to be quiet, too."

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick ten needles in my eye," the little girl said solemnly, and Scully cringed inwardly at the thought of needles piercing her child's eye.

They walked hand in hand to the front door of the building. The door opened easily, and the two walked into a hallway with a ceiling stretching far up beyond the reach of their eyes. It was dark. Scully held tightly to Geena's hand as they made their way past locked door after locked door. The doors had windows, and they peered into each. No Mulder. They came to the end of the hallway and had two choices. Up or down.

"Up or down, Geena," Scully said.

"Down."

They went down. The elevator rumbled and went very, very slowly. Scully thought they'd never stop moving. The doors opened to show a murky, low ceilinged hallway, with greenish lights illuminating it. They walked slowly down it, seeing no doors. They came to the end, and again had two choices. This time, it was left or right.

"You choose, Mommy."

They went to the right. They walked along the strange corridor, the light playing tricks with their shadows. Still, no doors. They came to the end of the long hall, and found a door. It had no window, and Scully closed her eyes as she pushed against the smooth metal. It gave, and they entered a small, dimly lit room. There were four flashlights on one wall, and a panel of light switches on the other side. There were the two doors on the other two sides. Scully took down one of the flashlights and they shoved their way into the next area.

Complete darkness. Scully stood, Geena hanging on tightly to her hand, blinking for a few shocked seconds. Then she switched on the light. She shone it in front of them, and found a cell. Empty. It looked like a prison cell from a movie; an old movie. A movie in which the inmates are tortured and killed. She shone the flashlight to the left, and it didn't reach the end. She shone it to the right, and saw the wall only about fifty feet away. They walked to the right, looking in each cell. No Mulder. Then they turned to walk the other direction. They passed cell after cell, all empty. Scully began to half hope, maybe this one, maybe this one. She also hoped that they wouldn't find him here. That he was somewhere else. Somewhere nice and clean. That as she and Geena searched in this basement prison, Skinner had received a call. A call telling him where Mulder was. She shone the flashlight into the next cell.

"Daddy!" Geena whispered exitedly.

Scully stepped closer to the cell, shining the light through the bars. It was Mulder, indeed. A beaten, unconcious Mulder. She wished Geena wasn't there. Scully tried the door to the cell, and to her surprise, it opened. She ran the few steps to Mulder, Geena right behind her. She felt for a pulse, and found it. It wasn't strong, but it wasn't weak. Sighing with relief, she pulled his head into her lap, cradling it.

"Geena," she said. "Geena, he's going to be okay, as long as we can get him out of here."

"How are we going to do that, Mommy?"

"I don't know, sweetie."

Scully frowned down at her partner, worry filling her. Mulder weighed much more than she, and Geena wouldn't be much help. She kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair away from his face.

"Daddy doesn't look very well, Momma."

"I know, sweetie," Scully said. 'Momma?' she thought. 'Momma?'

The flashlight dimmed suddenly, and went out. Geena let out a small cry, and Scully shook the light, trying to get it on again. She tapped it gently against the ground, to no avail.

"Geena?"

"Momma?"

'Momma?' Scully thought again. 'Where did *that* come from?'

"Honey, come sit next to me and Daddy."

The little girl found Scully and snuggled against her. Scully put one arm around her daughter and the other around Mulder's chest.

"Geena, do you remember where the wall is?" Scully asked, praying the child had the photgraphic memory her father had.

"I think just behind you."

Geena stood, hands in front of her, and slowly walked toward the wall. She touched it with her outstretched hands, and turned, back against the rough concrete.

"Momma, it's right here."

"I'm going to lean against it. I'll be right there, honey, I just need to move Mulder with me."

Scully pulled Mulder and Geena put her hand on her mother's shoulder, guiding her. Scully finally had her back against the wall, and she pulled Mulder so his head was in her lap. He was on his side, and she rubbed his arm absently. She put her other arm around her daughter, and she stared straight ahead.

"Momma, I'm scared of the dark."

"I'm right here, honey. The last time I was in the dark like this, I was scared too, sweetie."

"You were?"

"Yes. And Mulder, he--he protected me."

"Like you're protecting him?"

"Yeah, like I'm protecting him."

"You're a good mommy," Geena remarked, leaning her head against her mother. "Can I go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Good night, Momma."

"Good night, Geena."

Geena was asleep in minutes. Scully stayed awake, reminded of another time Mulder had his head in her lap. 'I won't fall asleep,' she had assured him. She hadn't. But this time, she did.

Scully awoke to a bright light shining in her face. She blinked rapidly and felt Geena beside her, stirring. Mulder was still unconsious, but she kissed his nose carefully.

She looked up in alarm as she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. She tried to stand but her legs were asleep and Mulder's head was still in her lap. She looked around, terrified, and pulled Geena closer to her.

"Momma...." Geena moaned, frightened.

"O'Brien, look at this. The wife and daughter came to visit," said a short man, standing at the entrance to the cell.

"How the hell did they get in here? Who was guarding this place last night?" Scully heard Harold say, but she couldn't see him.

"You, uh, let us leave, O'Brien."

"Damnit."

"What should we do with them?" asked another short man.

"They're awake," said Harold.

"Not all of them," said the first man, snorting.

"Dana Scully, Geena. How are you?" asked Harold.

"You set us up," she spat.

"Who me?" he asked, innocently.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked.

"Tut, tut, you shouldn't swear in front of children."

"Shut the fuck up!" yelled Geena, surprising everyone.

"Geena!" Scully rebuked.

"Sorry."

"Now where did she learn a thing like that?" asked Harold, looking at Mulder. "Well, Dr. Scully, how's the patient?"

"Unconcious."

"What else can you tell me?"

"Nothing."

"Well then. Boys, take Mulder upstairs. Put Dana in my room. Leave Geena with me."

"No!" cried Scully, gently moving Mulder's head off her lap, and standing. Her legs felt tingly and weak, but she stood her ground. She held onto Geena with one arm, crushing her toward her leg.

"I won't let you take my daughter," she said forcefully.

"I'm sorry, Dana, you don't have a say in this."

"Momma....I love you," said Geena, looking up at her mother.

"I love you too, honey."

The 'boys' were taking Mulder away. They picked him up and laid him on a stretcher, then one of them wheeled him away. The other came back for Scully. He grabbed her arm, and pulled her gun from its holster.

"Damn," she said. 'Why didn't I think of that?' she thought. 'God I am so stupid.'

The short man tossed the gun to Harold, who took out the bullets, then handed it back to the other man. He stuck it into the bag he had on his back, and grabbed Scully by her arms once more. She twisted around to fce her daughter.

"Geena!" she cried. "I'll come back for you. I'll find you. I love you!"

"Momma, I know!" cried the child. Tears sprung to Geena's eyes as she was held back by Harold.

Scully twisted and writhed so much that the man stopped, threw her against a wall, and knocked her across the head with his fist. She would be out for about an hour, he thought, and tossed her over his shoulder to carry to his boss's room.

When Scully awoke, she looked frantically around, not knowing where she was. Then she remembered the horrible events of the day before. Mulder, unconcious and beaten; Geena, crying and calling her Momma; Harold, ordering the three split up. Tears came to her eyes, but she bit them back. She sat up, looking around the room. It was a brightly lit windowless room with a comfortable bed in which she was sitting. She was wearing her suit from the day before, and she felt grungy. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the door, but it was locked. The room contained only the bed and a bedside table. She went over to the table and opened the small drawer. In it were condoms. 'Oh god,' she thought, slamming the drawer shut. 'Mulder, oh god.' She was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting back her tears, when Harold came in, locking the door behind him.

"You are disgusting," she told him.

"Oh don't tell me you've been snooping around. I hate snoops."

"Where's Geena?"

"In a safe place."

"Where's Mulder?"

"We took him to the nearest hospital."

"Did you notify the FBI?"

"Of course not. We redgistered him as an unidentified male."

"When do I get to leave?"

"When I'm done with you."

Scully hung her head, anger filling her heart. She flashed her eyes at the man.

"Do all red heads have such a temper?" he asked, coming closer to her. She didn't answer, just looked away from him. He jerked her head toward him, and made her look at him.

"Dana. Cooperate, or things may not go very well for your child."

"I'll cooperate," she said quietly.

"Good. Strip for me," he commanded.

She stood up and quickly took of her clothes. She stood, naked, shaking, tears welling up in her eyes. She folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs. He stood in front of her, and tore her arms away from her body. She wouldn't look at him, and he worked his way around her body. She was thrown onto the bed, and she closed her eyes, trying to numb her body. She heard the drawer open, and felt pain when he tried to enter her and found her dry. He slapped her face but she still didn't respond to him.

He re-clothed, pushed her off the bed, and commanded her to put on her clothes. He then kicked her out of the room, telling her how to exit the building. The street-lights were on, and she knew it was very late. She almost ran to her car, and saw Geena's things in the back. The car clock said two fifteen. She began to cry again, looking up at the building. Harold's words 'in a safe place' came back to her, and she tried to make herself believe that Geena was indeed in a safe place, being taken care of.

Scully wiped her tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself. She turned the car on, and drove to the nearest hospital.

"Hello, my name is Dana Scully," she said to the attendant at the front desk. "I have reason to believe my husband was brought to this hospital sometime today. Have you admitted any unidentified patients?"

"We admitted three today. Can you describe him for me, Dana?"

"He's tall, about six feet, dark hair, hazel eyes, muscular but not a body builder. He's unconsious, with bruises and cuts all over his body."

"Yes, he's in room 186. Right down that corridor."

"Thank you so much," Scully said, walking quickly in the direction the kind assistant had pointed. She saw room 186 and ran to get inside. Mulder lay on the bed, IV dripping into his arm. She picked up his chart and scanned it; they knew about what she did medically.

"Mulder," she whispered, picking up his lifeless hand. "Mulder, I'm here. I love you so much, Mulder. You mean everything to me. You and Geena. Mulder, they...they took Geena. Mulder."

Scully got up to close the door; no one would be in for a while, she knew. She climbed up on the bed beside Mulder, who's lanky frame left enough room for her own petit one. She lay on her side, curled toward him, holding onto his hand, and cried silently, her whole body shaking, like Geena and Mulder before her. Only this time, there was no one there to comfort her. Assistant Director Skinner's Office, 8:30 am

"Agent Scully, I am incredibly sorry for your loss. As is always the case, an investigation will comense today. Your information of the possible kidnapper, Harold O'Brien, will be very useful. I do have one question, however."

"Yes, sir?"

"Why didn't you call me yesterday? No one knew where you were."

"I'm sorry, sir. I was overwraught with grief...I...I wasn't really thinking. I'm sorry."

Mulder reached out and squeezed her hand, and the two agents looked at the assistant director.

"You are dismissed, agents," was Skinner's only reply. Mulder and Scully exited the office.

They walked through the building down to their basement office. Curious agents poked their heads around corners and ove cubicles to get a better look at the two much talked about special agents. Whispers about their relationship and the child Scully had had with her the day before flew through the building.

The office was as Scully had left it. She had tried to organize Mulder's desk a bit, but it was an impossible task. Her gaze swept around the office, and fell upon a stuffed bear. She let out a small cry, and Mulder, at his desk, looked up, concern covering his face.

"Scully? What's wrong?"

She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. He followed her eyes and found the bear. He reached down to pick it up, handing it to her.

"Scully. Scully. We'll find her. Don't give up hope. The truth, Scully. I know this sounds cliche, but the truth is out there."

"Somewhere," she mumbled, holding the bear by its ear. She turned to Mulder, tossing the bear to him.

"Mulder, three files were missing, from the file cabinets. One on you and two on me. What could that mean? Why would they take those?"

"They didn't take anything else?"

"I didn't even get started on the other section. I got that call...."

"I'll start looking."

Scully looked after her partner as he stepped into the other part of their office. She sat down in his chair, staring at the mess of papers and pens and paper clips on his desk. The picture he'd taken of Scully, Maggie, and Geena was there, framed in silver. He also had a picture Maggie had taken of him, her, and Geena. She and Mulder were standing, arms wrapped around one another, staring in to each other's eyes, and Geena was between them, smiling at the camera. She wondered what the people who had taken the files had thought of that picture.

"Shit," she said out loud, staring at the picture.

"Mulder!"

"Yeah?"

"You've probably figured this all out already. They took Geena because they knew we had her, from the picture on your desk. They want to break us apart over this. They don't want us working together, or being together. Mulder."

"Why take those files?"

"Decoy? Background information?"

"They already have enough background on us to clone us," Mulder said bitterly.

"What are they doing to her, Mulder?"

"Don't think about that."

"I can't help it."

"Try to think about something else."

"I can't. I don't see how you can. You don't even seem like you care, Mulder," she accused, her words sharp and cutting.

"I care, Scully. You know I care. How can you say I don't? I try...I try to be strong, Scully, for you. So you can lean against me when you're weak, when you need support. You have to admit to yourself that you aren't the strongest all the time, that you can't be the strongest all the time. That sometimes things happen, a situation occurs, and you can't control it. Then you have to let someone help. You have to let me help."

"You don't need to protect me, Mulder."

She turned her back on him, walked out of the office. Slammed the door behind her. Leaned against it and felt tears prickling her eyes. Angrily wiped the tears away and climbed the stairs, not looking back. Angry. Hurt. Scared.


Maggie Scully's House, 10 am

"Mom..."

"Dana, honey, what's wrong?"

"Geena....Mom....they took Geena."

"Oh my god."

"Mulder was taken, and I found him...I took Geena with me...Mulder's at work. I yelled at him, Mom. Yelled and I think...I think I hurt him. Badly. Not physically."

Maggie pulled her daughter in for a hug, smoothing her hair, rubbing her back. They stepped into the house, and sat on the couch.

"Dana, I didn't know what to think...you didn't bring Geena yesterday or today. I was so worried something had happened..."

"Something did happen, Mom. Geena's gone."

"Don't give up hope, Dana."

"Don't give up hope, Mom, everyone's telling me that. As if I would just accept that she's gone. Like that," she said, snapping her fingers. "I don't accept that. I haven't lost hope. I need you to understand that."

"What about Fox?"

"What about him?"

"Does he know that you haven't lost hope?"

"No...I don't know. No."

"You need to tell him."

"I don't want to talk to him."

"Dana, you need to know that he only wants to help you."

"Damnit, Mom. I don't want him to protect me. I don't need to be protected."

"Everyone needs protection once in a while, Dana."

"No."

"Fox--he protects you from so many things. You have to talk to him."

"Fine. Fine, Mom."

Scully got up, walking out the door. She almost ran to her car, and drove back to work. She tried to calm herself before walking back to the basement. 'Sure, Mom is right. I need to talk to him. I love him. We'll find her. Together. But not apart,' a little voice spoke in her head. 'You don't need him,' came another voice. 'All he wants to do is control you. Make you into what he wants you to be. He doesn't care.' She felt as though she was on a cartoon, with a white angel and a red devil. She went the angel's way.

"Mulder," she said, stepping into the office.

"I'm sorry, Scully," he said. He was sitting at his desk, staring at the pictures.

"No, Mulder. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I...everyone needs protection sometime, Mulder," she echoed her mother's words.

"Skinner called."

Her breath caught in her throat.

"What did he say?" she asked


Mulder and Scully's Office, 11:20am

"Mulder?" Scully said, walking into the office.

"How did it go?"

"It's back."

Mulder had half risen from his seat, but then sat abruptly down. Scully went over to him, running her fingers through his hair.

"What did you expect, Mulder? Don't be sad for me. Don't. Just...just live with me."

"How can I if you're going to die?"

"I'm not dead today, Mulder. My doctor said six months."

"Six months. Six. Only six more months with you. Scully, I can't do this. How can you give up like that?"

"Mulder. I am *not* giving up. I don't want you to feel that. Don't. Please, Mulder."

"I can't, Scully. I can't."

He put his head between his hands, and she knelt beside him.

"Mulder. Mulder, look at me."

Tired eyes flicked in her direction. Then stayed.

"I love you. I will always love you. I'm not going to say good bye today. Not until I'm about to go. I still have things I want to do. Things to accomplish."

"In six months." Disbelieving; bitter.

"I can try. We can try. You will move on, Mulder. You have your whole life ahead of you. You have to get Geena the proper education and find the truth. Don't give up because of me."

"You're giving up but I can't."

"Mulder. I *am* *not* giving up."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Giving Geena a chance for a good life."

Mulder was silent.

"What do you want me to say, Mulder?"

"That you're going to be okay. That you're not going to die. That you're going to fight."

"I'm sorry, Mulder," she said, standing and walking into the other section of the office. When she knew she was hidden by a slight partition, she buried her face in her hands, and cried as silently as possible. Weak with hurt and pain, she fell to her knees, silently sobbing. Mulder's hands were soon on her back, pulling her up and into his arms. She lay her head on his shoulder, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to be happy, Mulder," she whispered, stepping out of his embrace and wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I want you to be happy. I just don't understand why you can't look for a cure."

"Because they would take Geena again."

"What would make you happy?"

"You and Geena. Happy, together."

"Scully, that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

"Right now. What could I do right now that would make you happy?"

She was silent, eyes roaming around the office, flicking on Mulder now and then. She finally rested them on Mulder, and the corner of her mouth flitted.

"Let me live; be normal. Don't treat me like you would a sick person, an incapacitated person. Treat me like...like I'm normal."

Mulder said nothing, just nodded, reaching out to her, running his hand through her hair and pulling her close to him. He released her, and went to his desk. The day resumed.


The Apartment, 9:45pm, Saturday night, Three months later

Mulder and Scully sat on the couch watching a movie, Dante's Peak, while Geena slept in the other room. A call from Geena interupted their peaceful watching.

"Momma!" cried the child. Scully squeezed Mulder's hand and left to tend to her daughter.

"Geena? What's wrong?" Scully asked, eyes widening when she saw the little girl sweating in her bed. The room, to Scully, was slightly cold. Geena's blankets were on the floor.

"Momma...I hurt," said Geena, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Can you tell me where you hurt, Geena?" Scully asked frantically, smoothing the child's hair out of her face.

"My head...my heart...it hurts to take a breath."

"Mulder!" Scully called, and Mulder ran into the room.

"Go get the car ready, Mulder. We have to take her to the hospital. Now, Mulder!! Please."

Mulder stood, staring, for a second, then dashed out to the car. Scully wrapped Geena in her quilt, and hurried out to Mulder with her. She sat, cradling the child, in the back of the car. Mulder sped off to the hospital.

"What's wrong with her, Scully?" Mulder asked, glancing in the rear view mirror, driving as well and as fast as possible. Geena had passed out. Scully held the child carefully against her chest.

"She's unconcious, Mulder. She was sweating...she said it hurt to breath. She has a fever, too. She's almost literally radiating heat."

They reached the emergency room, and ran in with their daughter. Scully looked around the brightly lit hallway, with the blue tiled floor, searching for a face to talk to. Her child moved in her arms, slightly, but remained unconsious.

"Hello, my name is Dana Scully. This is my part...my husband, Fox Mulder. Our child, Geena Scully, said it was hard for her to breath. While we were driving here she lost consiousness. She has a weak pulse, and she's breathing," Scully said to the nearest doctor.

"Ms. Scully, please give me the child. We're going to bring her into the emergency room right now. Wait right here."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"Ma'am, we're FBI agents. This little girl has some, shall we say, bad guys, after her. I need to be near her, watching her, at all times."

"And your husband?"

"With me."

"Follow me."

Mulder and Scully walked quickly with the doctor to the emergency room in which Geena lay. Doctors were around her, working furiously.

"Scully? I didn't think she was that bad," Mulder whispered.

"She's stopped breathing!" someone shouted, and Scully reached out for Mulder's hand. She needed his comfort and his restraint; his touch was all that was stopping her from jumping in to help with her daughter.

"I have her. She's awake," one of the doctors said, and the tension in the room lessened.

"Momma?" the little girl asked, glancing at all the doctors.

"Geena, baby, we're here," Scully said, stepping next to the bed. Two nurses came to move the girl to another room. She lay on the gurney, searching again for her mother and father.

"Momma, I hurt," Geena repeated, and closed her eyes.

"Geena?"

"Ma'am, she's unconsious again. I'm sorry. She'll be moved into a high-care unit. It's one step below the ICU. Room number 346."

"Thank you," Scully said. She and Mulder followed the nurses up to the room, and the agents sat in the cold, hard plastic chairs. Mulder inched his seat closer to Scully's and reached out for her hand. She took it and squeezed, glancing up at him.

"They're running the blood tests right now," he said, and she nodded. She looked carefully at Geena and then back to Mulder.

"We should get a guard at the door," she suggested.

"I'll make the call."

Mulder left the room to use his cellphone, wanting to give Scully some time with her child. He called Frohike and requested that they find someone to watch over Geena. He didn't want to accidentally find someone who's ultimate mission was to eliminate his child. He reentered the room after Frohike had promised a watchman to arrive within the half- hour.

"Frohike's sending someone to watch the door," Mulder whispered in Scully's ear, hand on her back. He pulled away and sat down, and she turned to look at him.

"Mulder, she's comatose."

"She's not just sick?"

"No, Mulder. Did you really think that?"

"I really hoped that."

"I know."

Geena lay in her bed, hair damp from sweat, eyes closed, mouth in a slight frown. Scully reached out and took her daughters small hand in her own. A knock came at the door, and Mulder stood to open it. A man walked through, pushing Mulder down. Three men followed him, one stopping at Mulder to kick and punch him. Scully watched the scene in horror, and barely felt the first blow to her own head. Mulder got up and tried to fight back, but they were outnumbered. As soon as Scully fell to the floor, unconsious, one of the men began to punch Geena. Mulder stopped his struggle and stared, mouth hanging open. Scully's words from the year before came back to him. 'Who are these men that would create a life just for it to die?' One of the men punched his head and he fell to the floor, unconsious.

Mulder awoke in a hospital bed. His body ached and he looked around to see where he was. He sat, wincing as his head pounded.

"Where's Scully?" he asked the nurse coming through the door. "Where's Geena?"

"Dana is down the hall, Fox. Geena is..."

"Where is she?" Mulder asked, anger making his voice louder than necessary.

"She was beaten very badly, Fox. She suffered immense injuries to her head and chest. I'm sorry, Fox. She didn't pull through."

Her words seemed to be coming from far, far away. Geena was...dead? The phrase didn't redgister. He turned away from the nurse as though it were her fault his daughter had died.

"Where's Scully? I want to see her."

"Perhaps when you can stand, Fox."

"Please call me Mulder."

"Mulder. You ought to wait until you're stable."

"I'm stable enough to see my wife," Mulder spat, standing up. He was attached to an IV, and looked helplessly at the nurse. She quickly took out the needle, and walked with him to the room in which Scully lay.

"Scully..." Mulder trailed off, seeing her laying unconsious.

"How...is this from being...beaten?" Mulder asked, almost choking on the last word.

"Partly," the nurse hedged, and Mulder looked up at her questioningly.

"Partly?" he asked, imploring her to continue.

"Are you aware that your wife has cancer, sir?"

"Yes, I am aware of that. She's in a coma?"

"I'm sorry."

Mulder turned back to Scully, who lay hooked up to machines. She was breathing on her own, but IV's ran into both arms. Other tubes monitered her brainwaves and heart beat.

He sat next to her, holding her hand, staring at her face. The seconds on the clock on the all ticked by, and the machines all beeped out rhymatically. Mulder was lulled into an almost sleep state.

"Fox Mulder?" a male voice asked, putting his hand on Mulder's shoulder. Mulder started, and spun around, standing. He fell back into the chair as the movement proved too quick, and looked up at the man.

"Yes?"

"I have the results of the tests that were run on Geena. Would you like me to go over them with you?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Her blood showed signs of cancer, which was dormant. She was suffering from a brain tumor, but was in remission, from what I can tell from the X-rays and blood work. She had pneumonia, along with a form of menegitis. That is why she was so sick. Mr. Mulder, a small metallic chip was found in the base of your daughter's neck. We removed it." The doctor handed Mulder the vile with the chip. "Your daughter is in the morgue, below the hospital. There is a hospital employee guarding the place. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Mr. Mulder."

Mulder was silent, nodding slowly. He looked at the chip in his hand, and back to Scully.

"Can you put this in the back of Scully's neck?"

"I could, but I don't see what that will accomplish."

"Will you? Right now?"

"Yes, I can. I'll get right to it. You're going to have to wait in your own room, though," the doctor said uncertainly.

Mulder squeezed Scully's lifeless hand and walked out of the room. He headed to his own, and sat on the bed. He then stood, looking for his clothes. He found them in the closet, and quickly changed, cringing as he saw the blood stains spattered across them. He sat back on the bed, and flipped on the television. As he flipped through the channels, passing by the boring info-mercials, he felt tears welling in his eyes. Geena had had the same cancer that Scully had been stuck with, that Scully was dying from. Dying. Mulder put his head in his hands and felt the hot tears wet his fingers. He looked up at the television; the news channel was on. A building in Portland, Oregon, had been blown up, killing fifty-seven people and injuring hundreds. It was equivilant to the Oklahoma City bombing. Mulder turned the television off and shuddered. 'What the hell is this world coming to?' he thought. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but the present.

He thought back to the first time he'd met Scully, calling her a spy, being overly sarcastic and rude. He had wanted her OUT. Now, looking back, he realized he'd been acting like a frightened animal: more scared of her than she was of him. He sighed.

"Sad, are you?" asked a deep voice, and Mulder sat, turning to the door. The cigarette smoking man stood there, holding an unlit cigarette to his lips.

"What do you want?" Mulder asked, trying to sound angry put ending up sounding tired and weak. Defeated.

"I hear you're having them implant Agent Scully with Geena's chip. Very resourceful, Agent Mulder."

"If you do anything to Scully..." the threatening tone of his voice pulled through, and Mulder stood, facing the man.

"Nothing will happen to Agent Scully," he assured. "I've come here to offer you another deal."

"I won't accept it."

"You might accept this one. What if I told you there were others?"

"Others like Emily, half alien? Or others like Geena, half me?"

"Others like Geena."

"I won't accept. Why should I? If Scully comes out of this hospital alive, I want her to mourn for Geena, not replace her with another little girl. This is the second time the same thing has happened to her. I won't allow for it to happen again."

"What if I told you a girl's life was in danger? You're the only one who can save her, Mulder."

"There are other ways."

"Are there?"

He lifted a lit match to the cigarette between his lips, and inhaled. The smoke he blew out of his mouth trailed toward Mulder, who stepped forward, grabbing the cigarette from the man's mouth. He tossed it on the floor, stamping on it to put it out.

"Find another way. Don't involve Scully. She doesn't deserve that."

"And you, Agent Mulder?"

"I'm not going to lie to Scully."

"You are ridiculed at the FBI, Mulder. Come work for me, and you won't have to worry about any of that. Scully can come, too, if you'd like."

"If I'd like? Can I make my own choice in the matter? My choice, my decision, is to not accept this deal. I won't make a deal with the devil."

"Am I the devil to you, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder stayed silent, glaring at the man. The man's mouth twitched, and he brought another cigarette to his lips.

"Why are you trying to help me?" Mulder asked.

"Help *you*? Who said I was helping you? Trust no one, Agent Mulder. Isn't that what my recently deceased friend told you? I believe it's your computer password, as well."

"Not anymore," Mulder said angrily, inwardly shocked to know the man knew his password.

"I'll be in touch, Agent Mulder," said the cigarette smoking man, lighting his cigarette and walking out of the room.

Mulder sat back on the bed and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The doctor walked in, and sniffed the air.

"Mr. Mulder?" he asked gently, and he looked up. "Smoking is not permitted in the hospital."

"Wasn't me," Mulder mumbled. "Someone who doesn't exactly follow the rules came to see me."

"A friend?"

"No."

"I came to tell you that we've implanted the chip in the base of Ms. Scully's neck. Nothing has happened yet, but I assume you want to wait?"

"Yes. Have you read her charts? From before, I mean."

"Yes. It says the cancer went into remission after the implant of the chip, but that that wasn't necessarily the cause for remission. But you believe it was?"

"Yes. And I hope it will work again, although this is a different chip."

"That is an interesting theory, Mr. Mulder. Do you have any idea where the chip might have come from, originally? I had the chance to view it beneath a microscope, and it looked remarkbly like a computer chip, only...I don't know. It was like nothing I'd ever seen."

"I'm not sure where it may have come from. Perhaps the government, perhaps another race."

"Race, Mr. Mulder?"

"I don't know, aliens. Maybe. I'm not sure what to believe anymore."

"Little green men, Mr. Mulder?" the doctor asked, eybrows raised, mocking him slightly.

"Grey, actually. Well, some of them. I haven't seen the others, but they left."

"They left."

"Nevermind. I sound crazy, I know. I'm not. I have an odd job."

"I'll say."


The Apartment

Mulder had been sent home from the hospital, and he sat, staring at nothing, on the couch. Her couch. His couch. Their couch. He'd gone to Geena's room and sat on her bed, looking around at the books and toys still scattered on the floor. He started to pick them up, then stopped. Her bear, the little grey bear, was on the pillow, laying on it's side. Mulder held it with him on the couch, absently in one hand, as if it would bring back his daughter. His cellphone was next to him, and Scully's phone on the table beside the couch. He was waiting for the call, the call that would say Scully was alright. If the call was going to happen.

He had called Maggie, and she had called Bill and Charles. They were on their way. Mulder was glad he hadn't had to talk directly with Bill; he knew Scully's brother disliked him almost to the point of hatred. Maggie had been hurt that her daughter hadn't told her, but understood this time. She had cried openly over the phone when he'd told her about Geena.

The phone rang. Scully's phone. Mulder stared at it. 'It could be anyone,' he thought. 'The hospital with good news--or bad news. Skinner wondering where the hell we are. The cigarette smoking man. An insurance salesman.' He picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Mulder?" came the doctors voice.

"Yes?"

"It worked..." the doctor kept talking, but Mulder didn't hear. "It worked! It workd!' his mind was shouting.

"Thanks," he said, interupting. "I'll be right there."

He sped to the hospital, barely pausing at stop signs. He arrived within the half hour, and ran up to Scully's room.

"Scully," he said simply, stopping right at her door. She smiled up at him, looking around, obviously wondering where her daughter was. He couldn't smile back. He couldn't even look at her. He stepped outside the door and heard her call his name.

"Mulder."

He blinked back tears, bit his lip, and walked into her room.

"Where is she?"

He couldn't talk. He couldn't form words with his mouth. He kept his lips firmly pressed together, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mulder. Where's Geena?"

"Oh god, Scully," he managed, tears slipping down his face. He looked at her, her eyes ringed with dark circles, skin pale. She still had a glimmer of hope in her eyes, but realization of what his tears meant soon set it.

"When? How?" she asked, voice soft. Then, almost a cry, "Why?"

"They came to get her, Scully," Mulder said, trying to calm himself down. "They attacked me, then you. As...as soon as you fell, they attacked her. I tried to stop them, but...they got her."

"Another one, Mulder. This is the second time. Why, Mulder? I want to know who these men are. Damn them, Mulder. Damn them to hell. I hate them." Her voice was calm, and her words were even. The angry note in her voice was evident.

"I'm sorry, Scully," he said, finally sitting next to her bed, reaching out for her hand. He brought it to his lips, and she felt a tear drop onto her fingers.

"Mulder. Don't...don't do this to yourself. There was nothing either of us could have done. As much as I loved her...as much as we loved her...we have...we have to let go."

"How can you say that?"

"I'm trying to be rational."

"Rational about our daughter's death? Scully. That's just crazy."

"I can't help it, Mulder. What am I supposed to do? I cannot live in mourning. Mulder. Mulder, look at me."

His eyes had been roaming the room, looking at everything but her. His eyes found her face and he saw her tears. He wanted to kiss them away, and he reached out his hand.

"Scully, I don't know how to react."

"Neither do I."


Almost one year later; the apartment

Mulder came home from a men's night out with the Lone Gunmen, and found Scully in Geena's old room, slowly packing away her things. The room had been left untouched for so long that cobwebs were in the corners and a layer of dust covered everything. Scully had tears running down her cheeks.

"Scully, I'm here," Mulder said from the doorway. She turned to look at him and smiled slightly.

"Will you help me, Mulder? I need you to help me."

He walked over to her and knelt beside her, looking into the box. It was full of books, children's books, that Maggie, Scully, and Mulder had purchased for Geena. He kissed Scully on the cheek, and pulled another book from the shelf.

"Her favorite," Scully whispered. The book was "A Little Princess," by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

"Mulder, I can't do this. I've tried, before. This is the only time I've actually gotten anything accomplished. I can't go on like this."

"You can, Scully. It's hard to let go. She was your daughter."

"Mulder...I don't know what this will accomplish...."

"It doesn't have to accomplish anything, Scully," he interupted, then apologized, letting her continue.

"Will you read this to me?" she asked, holding out the book.

He looked into her eyes, nodded, and kissed her. He moved over to lean against the bed, and she sat next to him. He reached his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, almost into his lap, and began to read.

"Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.

"She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window at the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes..."

Mulder trailed off and looked down at Scully, who had fallen asleep. The tears she had recently shed had left shiny trails on her cheeks, giving her the look of a young child. Mulder shut the book carefully, and picked her up. He lay her on Geena's bed, and brought in the quilt Maggie had given Scully for Geena. He carefully lay it upon her, and kissed her forehead.

Going to the bathroom, he wet a washcloth and brought it back to Geena's old room. He carefully wiped Scully's face, cleaning off the tears. She stirred, and looked up at him.

"Mulder..." she whispered, smiling at him. "You're so good to me." She closed her eyes again, and he left the room, shutting out the light.

"Good night, Scully," he said, before he shut the door.

"Good night," she mumbled, and he smiled at her, going to clean the dishes from their dinner.

The End

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