Title: Home for Christmas
Author: Wildafox
Spoilers: William, The Truth
Summary: A glimpse of Scully, Maggie and Mulder's thoughts on
Christmas Eve.
Category: V A MSR
Rating: PG
Beta-readers: Tali, xdksfan
Disclaimer: I don't own them. 1013 and Chris Carter do. I don't own
the song "I'll Be Home for Christmas". Words and Music by Kim Gannon,
Walter Kent and Buck Ram Notes: While listening to this song, I
wondered how our heroes would react to its words after the events of
The Truth.
Merry Christmas to all!
Feedback : Yes, please.


Campbell apartment,
Somewhere in the U.S.
December 24th, 2002

"I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow, and mistletoe
And presents, by the tree.

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams."

The song's sad words filled the cheaply furnished room. The woman sitting close to the window, watched the snow falling on the street below with tears streaming down her cheeks. This song always struck a cord in her, but now it was unbearable. Being home for Christmas was an impossible dream.

Dana Scully was a fugitive. She gave up everything to run away from a certain death, leaving behind her mother, brothers and faithful friends, to follow the one and only man she had ever truly loved. Not only had she lost her previous life, but she had undergone a radical change in her physical appearance to maintain her anonymity. Her hair, once a vibrant red was now dyed a dull blond and she wore it longer than she had in previous years. Suits were also a thing of the past; these days long skirts or jeans were her clothing of choice. They led simple lives; she worked as administrative assistant named Kate Campbell, in a high school, while Mulder - aka Bob Campbell- was a construction worker. This was the first place they had settled since going on the run. Initially, they had travelled a lot, staying two weeks here and there. But eventually, tiring of this kind of life, they found an apartment in a little town and agreed to stop the car for a while.

Christmas was supposed to be about family gatherings and sharing the joy of exchanging presents. Last year she was home preparing for her son's first Christmas, while Mulder was away, hiding from the men threatening his life.

Now, all she had left were memories of William amongst his presents, ripping the beautiful wrapping paper and playing with it as if it was the greatest toy on earth. These images were burned into her brain and she cherished them like every other little fragment of happiness she had shared with her baby boy.

She kept picturing him with his adoptive parents, kneeling before the tree, eyes glinting and little hands grasping the presents. He probably didn't remember his birth mother anymore and her heart constricted at the thought. She gave him up so he could have a chance at a better life; to grow up in peace. But even knowing this, she never stopped beating herself up over it. Intellectually, she knew she had done what was best for her baby, but her heart still bled at the unfairness of it all.

She wanted to be home for Christmas, but as the song said, it would be only in her dreams.


Margaret Scully's home
December 24th, 2002

"I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me
Please have snow, and mistletoe
And presents, by the tree.

Christmas eve will find me Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams."

The song's sad words filled the heavily decorated living room of Maggie Scully. Her sons and their families were coming over the next morning and she would see her grandchildren. She should be happy, but something was missing.

Approaching the mantle, she tenderly touched the pictures of the loved ones she had lost: her husband, Bill Senior, her daughters Melissa and Dana and her grandson William. Some wounds were still fresh and she kept thinking about Dana who had disappeared in May, running away with Mulder.

Dana estranged herself from her own family as soon as she started to work with him. He was the fire fuelling her mind and her heart. Maggie came to realize how close they were when Dana was abducted. As much as she tried, she could never quite despise the man who had brought so much danger to her daughter.

Maggie remembered clearly the fight that ensued between them when Dana confessed to her that she was giving William up for adoption. Maggie couldn't comprehend that the threat to William was real and they stopped talking altogether. At the time, she had thought that Mulder's absence and the birth of William had thrown Dana into a deep depression, and that all Dana needed was some time and lots of support. But Dana's refusal to change her decision led to the estrangement.

Maggie realized too late the danger existed. When she found out about Mulder being sentenced to death, she came to the painful realization that her daughter had been right all along. She had tried to contact her but it was already too late. Dana was gone. Now all Maggie had was guilt and regret that she hadn't trusted Dana.

Sighing, she touched the pictures on the mantle one more time.

Dana, William and Fox wouldn't be home for Christmas. Not this year. Not ever.


Bob Campbell's car,
Somewhere in the U.S.
December 24th, 2002

"I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow, and mistletoe
And presents, by the tree.

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams."

The song's sad words filled the old car Bob Campbell drove. He was stuck in the heavy Christmas Eve traffic. He looked at the clock on the dashboard; it was one minute later than the last time he had checked. He wanted to be home. For him it was easy, home was where Scully was. Last year, he had been hiding in New Mexico. Alone. Away from those he loved the most. He remembered drinking himself to sleep, but even that hadn't dulled the pain and it had made him even more miserable the following morning.

At least, they were together this year.. Even if they had to use fake identities and their little miracle son was living somewhere else with his adoptive parents. It upset him to think that Scully had had to make the decision to give up William, all by herself. He understood her reasons and even agreed with them. He knew first hand the danger their son was exposed to. He just regretted that he wasn't there when she needed him the most, when she faced her worst nightmare; every loving mother's worst nightmare.

Since the beginning of the holiday season, Scully had become distant and didn't even attempt to smile at his jokes. She would sit for hours at the window, watching the snow falling and crying quietly. He knew she was remembering last Christmas with their son. At least she had some memories of William. He just remembered a newborn, weighing almost nothing, in his arms. He knew it was unfair of him to be jealous of the moments she spent with their baby boy but he couldn't help it. Although, at times like these, the memories were more a painful reminder of what she had lost than the cherished happy times with their baby boy. All Mulder really wanted was to help her dull the ache.

Making the decision, Mulder pulled off at the next exit and headed towards the nearest grocery store. They may not have their son, but they had each other and he would be damned if they couldn't at least have some joy this Christmas. If not, what was the point? His spirits lifted even more when he thought about the present he'd bought her. He had worked as much overtime as he possibly could in order to pay for it.

He looked once again at the clock. It was already 6 pm. He was awfully late, but the store wasn't far from home and he knew exactly what he needed. He would be in and out quickly so he could return to Scully and put a smile on her face. "I'll be home for Christmas, not only in my dreams," he whispered.



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