Title- Identity Crisis

Author- Jen:)

Email- jef@pacificnet.net

Summary- Sometimes life just gets a little too overwhelming

Rating- PG-13 to R depending on your view of explicit words

Disclaimer- If you really think about it, almost all literature is some form of plagiarism, with writers that claim that they wrote it first. So I guess if all the big guys want me to say that I'm not copying something that they already copied, then I guess I will.

Category- Um...response to the April FanFic Challenge (#1)

Spoilers- Emily, Two Fathers, One Son

Notes- Have fun! I did. This is what you get when you want to be a shrink, and you watch too much XF!

Identity Crisis

"I hate Irene, I hate her so much!"

The dyed blonde screamed as she stormed into my office, slamming the door into some woman's face, and plopped unceremoniously onto the leather chair.

"Well you must be Emily."

"Not by choice."

I quickly took in her body language, and physical appearance. She was thin, not sickly or anorexic, but healthy thin. Her blue eyes were full of fury, and she was re-clenching and unclenching her ringed fists. Snapping her gum, and pulling some long strands out of her mouth.

"Who's Irene?"

"That BITCH," she yelled toward the door, "That is making me come to these!"

"Why do you think you're coming to these sessions Emily?"

I whip out my pad and pen; this is going to take a while.

"I know why, they think I'm unstable."

"They?"

"Those Nazi's that tricked me into thinking that they were my parents!"

I took a second to think about that statement. I had been told that I was counseling an attempted suicide. I quickly buzzed Becky in the front.

"Becky? Could you please tell Mr. and Mrs. Milliken that they should take a tour of the town for the next few hours?"

"Defiantly."

Emily popped a bubble, and seemed to visibly relax.

"Let's start over again. Hello I'm Michelle Eisler, and I'm going to be your therapist."

"I'm Emily."

"Do you have a last name?"

"That's the reason I'm here isn't it?"

She snapped her gum again, and then quickly swallowed it. I gagged almost reflexively and watched her stretch out her full height onto the couch, she had to be around 5'9, and taller with her thick trendy tennis shoes. She pulled down her sparkly red top, and tugged on her tight jean bellbottoms, then folded her hands and looked directly at me.

"Emily would you like me to tell you why you're here?"

"We could start there."

"I thought I was the shrink."

She gives me a little smirk, and her eyebrow arches with the smile.

"Your...guardians, are concerned about your mental health state. They thought you needed professional help."

"Well if you just learned what I did you'd want to kill yourself too."

She said it with such ease and cool demeanor that my inner soul shook with pity. God only knows what this poor girl has gone through, enough that she thought death was the only option.

"What have you recently learned?"

"That Irene and Mike aren't my parents, in any way shape or form, and I've spent the last eleven years with them."

"Was that so bad? You had a home, with people that loved you."

A throaty laugh came through and she shook her head and started to play with the sparkles on her shirt.

"I've grown up thinking that they were my parents. I guess they did the best they could. But it sure made my life miserable. I couldn't do anything."

She looked up at me, and her eyes shone with unused energy. I stayed quiet and let her continue.

"My whole life it's always been, 'You're a special girl Emily', or 'You're a special women Em', or even better, 'Emily you're different' I know I'm different. When your parents are afraid of you you're different."

She continued to work on the sequins on her shirt and her voice broke through the quiet, with a little quiver,

"I wasn't allowed to play with all the other little kids. Irene and Mike bought me whatever I wanted, but when you're the only kid on the block with the hot new toy, and you can't play with the other kids, you start to wonder. The excuse was never that it was too far away, or too dark, or they wanted me home, it was always because they were afraid I'd get hurt."

"That is a constant fear of parents. That their child might get hurt in the process of having fun."

"But I mean it stopped me from doing anything. I haven't played any sport, or just ran around in the grass with a bunch of other people. I sure if they could have bubble wrapped my room they would have."

"It sounds as if your parents are just overly protective."

"No."

She shook her head gravely, and stopped playing with her shirt to look up at me, icy blue softening.

"I know why my parents wouldn't let me go out, I know why they're scared of me."

"Why Emily?"

I leaned over my desk, and looked at the tortured seventeen-year-old with wild fascination.

"Because I can kill them."

A quick profile run of a parricide bounced through my head, but she didn't fit the group.

"How?"

I threw out and looked straight at her.

"They had told me I was anemic all those years, with a very special blood type, and that's why they were afraid of me getting hurt. But one night I was shaving, and cut my leg..." She grew quiet and moved closer to my desk. "It was green."

I quickly noted it down and then looked at her, her body shaking with confusion.

"So you're a hybrid?"

"Well now I am, I didn't know for eleven years!"

I noted that also, and quickly jotted 'adjustment factor' down. A lot of teenagers don't take the news very well when it is finally revealed to them. I was trained specifically to deal with these types of cases, knowing that I'll have a job for a while.

"Emily you must have realized that you had heightened physical abilities."

"Look, my parents kept it a pretty good secret. And when you're home schooled your whole life, it's hard to find out that your girlfriends can't lift cars off the ground also."

"Does it bother you that you're a hybrid?"

"Not really. I just always thought that all the hybrids were kept in one place, and all the normal kids in another."

"Then your parents did tell you about the special program that you were entered in?"

"Yea, HRP."

"The Hybrid Relocation Program has been working for years. We need some people to know what the real world is like for later on. You're one of the special ones Emily, I hope you know that."

"I also learned something else about myself."

Her voice grew quiet, and she looked back down at her shirt.

"And what was that?"

"I know who my real parents are."

I freeze. None of the relocation children were to ever find out who their real parents were, it would halt their growth. I waited in anticipation for her answer.

"I don't want to say, it's horrible."

"Emily if you don't admit to your problems you won't grow as a person."

She stays quiet, and seems to become visibly uncomfortable with the answer she's about to give.

"I realized it when my hair started to change from blonde to brown. A dark brown. My eyes are blue, and I've got a horrible temper."

"Emily?"

"My parents are Mulder and Scully."

She softly blurts, and my hand reaches for the button. I quickly take a deep breath, and grab my phone instead.

"Emily will you excuse me for a moment?"

"Sure, fine, whatever."

She mumbles and I race to my bathroom. Dialing the numbers my hands shake uncontrollably.

"She's here, in my office. She knows now. Emily Simms."

The thick voice stalls and then answers in its slow tone, "Well you know what to do then. You've been trained."

"But sir, I mean...it's Emily Simms. Everyone wanted this chance. What if I say something wrong? What if I do something wrong?!"

"Agent Eisler, are you trying to tell me that you can't handle your position? I've picked you to help Emily Simms, and to handle the situation discreetly and report back to me. Am I going to have to send someone else to help you?"

I swallow hard and answer with fake confidence,

"No sir."

Hanging up I try to collect myself and walk back out.

"It's not like I asked my biological parents to be the Consortiums biggest resistance fighters...it just kinda happened that way."

"Emily, this isn't your fault. Now have you ever talked with your biological parents?"

"Of course I haven't!"

She starts to become upset and I reach for the tissues. This isn't going to be easy for her.

"Emily, now, this is going to be a very confusing and difficult time for you. You need to understand that even though you're a special girl, you're also a..." I search for the right words. How are you supposed to tell a seventeen year old that she's worth more then the world itself?

"I know who you called."

"And who was that?" I answer casually.

"The leader, the head guy, the one that smokes a lot!" Her voice becomes agitated and she rips the tissue in half.

"What makes you think that?"

"I mean if I found me I'd call him too."

"Emily how much about all of this do you know?"

My curiosity begins to get the better of me. This poor girl has no idea how much power she has, and I'd like to know how much she knows she has.

"Well as it's been explained to me," She takes a deep breath and whips her eyes. "It all started way back. Like a couple decades ago, when they abducted Dana Scully, they took her eggs, and then implanted them with Fox Mulder's sperm. It was suppose to be leverage for the future. If the two ever got out of hand, then the Consortium would wave me in front of their noses. Then the idea came to make me a hybrid, which happened. I guess next I became really ill with complications and the two had gotten out of hand. They showed me to Mulder and Scully, and then made it seem like I died. It was just enough to keep them going, and they lifted me off to my current parents."

"So you do know what kind of power you have."

She shakes her head and starts to play with her shirt again.

"Emily you're more important then all the diamonds in Africa, all the oil in the Middle East, all that we've been working for. Emily who told you all of this?"

She runs her hands over her face and then lets out a little laugh.

"Um...it was in this letter I got a couple of months ago."

"Who was it from?" I snap, and instantly regret it.

"How the FUCK should I know! This hasn't been easy for me you know. Irene and Mike retired from the Consortium to take care of hybrid children, and they always kept me up to date on all the upcoming bee releases and things like that. That smoking man came by a couple of times. It doesn't make sense. How could I have slipped under all their noses for this long? God it's enough to make me want to kill myself!"

"So that's why you tried to stiletto yourself?"

She nodded and then played with her rings.

"I don't know what to do. Should I do what the Consortium wants me to do, or should I find my biological parents? None of this is making sense to me."

"Emily...I think its time that you learn the truth."

"There's more?!" She throws her hands into the air and then crumbles into a mess on my leather couch. I stand up and walk over to her.

"Emily, you need to listen to me. All of this happened to you for a reason. Do you want to hear it?"

"I...I guess so." She sniffles.

"Emily, I'm going to tell you information that only four other people in the entire world know about, can you handle that?"

"Yes, sure I can."

"Emily what you've been told so far is true. You were created to be leverage against Agents Mulder and Scully. Then you weren't important anymore, so instead of sending you off to the colonies, you were put into a special program. Not only because of who your real parents were, but because if the Consortium ever needed you again, they'd know where you were. That's why the smoking man has visited your house so many times. He's checking up on you, making sure that you get what you want and need."

I stop to make sure that she's listening. Knowing that she is I continue.

"But things change. Eight years ago, the plans changed. The Consortium was sent to a fiery death spare the smoking man and a few of his people. Things had turned sour, and there were many instances where your real parents Dana and Fox, where to be eliminated. They both knew too much, and the smoking man, C.G.B. Spender, was to take care of it. But he didn't. He's suffered many losses, including the death of his son, and a woman who worked with him very closely. But he has never followed the order that he was originally given. After the horrible massacre at the airport hanger, you didn't matter anymore. There was nothing left for us to do, but at that point Dana and Fox were still running around with their guns to the sky. Mr. Spender has been waiting for the right time to let them know, and the right time to tell you."

"He sent me the letter?"

"Yes. He's a very evil man Emily, but he has done a few things right. It's all really up to you now. You're but a distant but always present memory in their lives. You can fly to D.C. and meet them or stay here in California with Irene and Mark. Bet they don't seem so much like Nazi's now."

For the first time in the whole session Emily stays completely still. Not knowing if I did my job right or not I add,

"We haven't told them about you Emily. They still think you were that little six-year-old that died in the hospital. If you choose not to go, it won't hurt them in any way."

She stayed silent and continued to look at the floor.

"I'll give you some space to think about it."

"Wait."

I stop and turn around to look at the contemplation running across her face.

"What is it Emily?"

"They're my real parents?"

"Yes."

"So I really do have a last name, don't I?"

"Now that's really up to you isn't it?"

**

It had been a long week, and he was becoming worried about her well-being. Today marked the anniversary of Emily's death, and he knew it killed her every year when it came up. She cleared her throat,

"Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I could have lead, do you Mulder?"

He leans back in his seat, and gives her a warm smile,

"Scully, just as long as you're in my life nothing else matters to me."

She crawled across the couch, and curled up into his arms.

"Good answer G-Man." She stops for a second and then, "You know things have been really quiet lately. No alien scares, UFO sightings, smoke in the air. What do you thinks going on?"

"I think our smoking friend is giving us a break before the shit really hits the fan."

She let out a laugh, and he got up to answer the door. She turned around and looked down the hall toward the door. He opened it and was surprised at the visitor. The tall brunette, smiled at him and her blue eyes sparkled with joy.

"Sorry no Girl Scout cookies for me."

"I'm not a Girl Scout."

"Then who are you?"

She let out another big smile, and looked behind his shoulder at the redhead approaching the door. When she was standing right next to him the girl answered,

"I'm your daughter. My name's Emily Mulder."

End