Title: Scully's Children
Author: DanaFuchs (danafuchs@hotmail.de)
Rating: PG
Category: XRA
Spoilers: Emily Keywords: Post-episode. Mulder/Scully Romance. Archive: Yes. But let me know where, please. Feedback: Always! I'm living for it!! Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine... They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox. I'm not making any money with this and I'm not making any money anyway, so don't sue me, please... You can however send Mulder over to punish me^^

Summary: Scully wonders whether Emily is her only child.

Author's Notes: I wrote this story some time ago... As English isn't my native language I can't guarantee that you won't find mistakes, eventually.

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Mulder looked over to Scully. Her head was resting against the window of the car. She had been absent minded during most of the ride back from San Diego. She looked exhausted.

"Scully?" he asked softly.

She turned her head towards him slowly. It took a moment till she realized that the car was parked in front of her apartment building. Mulder was still looking at her.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked gently.

Somehow Scully managed a small smile.

"I'm fine," she said, knowing that Mulder knew it wasn't the truth.

"Scully if there's anything I can do for you..." he began.

"I'm fine." she answered a little too quickly. She didn't believe in what she just said herself but she sounded sure though.

They got out of the car. Scully opened the trunk and Mulder pulled out her suitcase. Scully looked at him, ready to tell him that she didn't need any help. Looking into his eyes she stopped, realizing that he wouldn't listen anyway. She turned around and unlocked the door instead.

Mulder followed her with the suitcase as she climbed the stairs to her apartment silently.

They remained silent until they entered the apartment. Mulder set down the suitcase next to the door. Scully turned towards him. "Thank you," she said dryly.

He looked back at her, clearly concerned. He searched for something to say but he couldn't think of anything.

"Good night, Mulder." Scully interrupted his thoughts with another fake smile.

Mulder shook his head, still not knowing what to say.

Scully folded her arms in front of her chest to make sure she wanted to be alone.

Why does she have to be so stubborn? Mulder thought as he bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Good night." he whispered. He looked into her eyes for one last time before he turned around and left.

Scully closed the door behind him. She sighed. A part of her didn't want him to leave but she wasn't allowing herself to admit that.

Mulder returned to the car. He was frustrated; he hated leaving Scully like that.

He got into the car, started the engine and sped away. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened while he drove home through the darkness.

They hadn't spoken much about it. In fact the only thing Scully had said had been that she wouldn't have treated her even if she could. I wish she'd talk to me. he thought as he parked the car outside his apartment building. I know how hard it is to lose someone. It must be so hard for her. I only want to help her.

He was getting more and more frustrated. He even started getting angry with Scully because she wouldn't let him help her.

He decided to take a shower because he was sure he couldn't sleep right now. This case had been very hard -- even if Scully hadn't been involved.

"Why her?" he asked as he turned on the shower and the water started running down his body. He closed his eyes and saw Scully standing in front of him again. He had never seen her like this, he knew she suffered -- and he suffered with her.

God, if I could only ease her pain somehow he thought as he left the shower and dried himself.

He put on some shorts and a shirt before he lay down on his couch and tried to sleep. He couldn't. Instead, pictures raced through his head.

A smiling little girl. Scully, smiling too. They were playing together. Then the same girl, lying in a hospital bed. Various medical devises attached to her little body. Scully standing next to the bed, looking at her, worried.

He couldn't believe everything had been normal two weeks ago. Then he saw Scully, standing in front of a coffin.

He opened his eyes again. That was enough, he definitely wouldn't sleep much tonight.

As he got up to get himself a glass of water he was thinking about Scully. He was sure she couldn't sleep either.

Maybe I should even drive back, he thought. There's no way she has gotten over losing her -- especially because she only knew her for such a short time. He took a sip of water. Is there really a way to get over the death of your own daughter? he asked himself.

Scully was standing in her apartment with her back leaning against the door. She was standing there like this since Mulder had left. She looked exhausted and tired. In fact she hadn't slept much during the last couple of days. She didn't think she'd get to rest tonight.

She took a deep breath and bend down to pick up the suitcase. Slowly she moved into her bedroom and started to unpack her stuff. She didn't think about what she was doing. She was forcing herself not to think of anything -- almost as if she was in trance.

After she finished unpacking Scully went back into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea.

She sat down at the table and took a sip of tea. Hopefully this will make me feel better she thought. However she wasn't sure about her feelings at the moment. She was feeling tired and incredibly sad but at the same time she was glad that Emily wouldn't have to suffer anymore and she was thankful because Emily found her.

What did Mulder say? She found me to give me the chance to love her? She thought.

She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about Mulder either.

She wanted to be strong. Having Mulder around would make that impossible. She knew she'd burst into tears the second she'd look into his warm eyes, full of concern.

She didn't want to show weakness. Why not? an inner voice asked, What's wrong about being sad?

She shook her head to chase away the thoughts.

She decided to go to bed. Maybe she would fall asleep sometime because she was too exhausted?

Scully lay in her bed and starred at the ceiling. She thought of Emily again. Her daughter's short life had been filled with nothing but pain and suffering.

Dying was her only hope. Scully thought. God, I don't feel sorry for her at all. I just feel sorry for myself because I am lonely again! That thought scared her.

Had she really been that selfish? She did feel sorry for her she realized. But the feeling had been much worse when Emily was alive.

She couldn't take these thoughts anymore. She sat up and switched on the lights. It was 2.37 a.m. She picked up the phone and dialed anyway.

Mulder was lying on his couch. The TV was on but he didn't know what he was watching. He couldn't concentrate anyway. His cell phone rang several times before he realized that someone was calling him.

He reached out to the table to answer his phone and turn off the TV at the same time.

"Scully?" he asked.

"Sorry I woke you." her voice was only a whisper.

"You didn't, I was awake... couldn't sleep..." he said "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." she answered a little too quickly. "I... I just couldn't sleep either... and I..." He could hear her taking a deep breath.

"...needed someone to talk?" he continued for her.

She didn't respond to that.

"I can't stop thinking about her," she said after a while "I'm so confused. Mulder... I mean... I know if she lived she'd suffer. Her only hope was... to die," she sighed.

Meanwhile Mulder had gotten up from his couch. He was now walking through his apartment -- searching for clothes. He decided not to respond.

"I'm so sad, Mulder." Scully finally continued. "But... at the same time I'm happy because she doesn't have to suffer anymore... I ... I don't feel sorry because she died... I ... I only feel sorry for myself because I'm alone again." she told him. He could hear her sobbing quietly.

"Scully..." he began as he finally found a pair of jeans which lay on the floor of his bedroom. "You miss her. That's alright... I understand," he said. "I felt that way when they took Samantha."

He stuck the phone between his head and his shoulder and put on his jeans.

Scully was still sobbing on the other end of the line.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mulder asked gently as he grabbed his car keys and left his apartment.

Scully swallowed and cleared her throat. "Yes... I'm going to be alright," she said.

Mulder had arrived at his car. He got in and started the engine. Scully stopped sobbing. A sudden wave of anger had washed the sadness away.

"Mulder!" she said "Don't tell me you... You really don't have to ..."

"It's alright" he answered softly and hung up.

He knew she didn't want him to come back but he just couldn't sit at home, knowing she'd sit in her apartment all alone, crying.

Had she allowed herself to cry yet? he asked himself. She had seemed very calm. When does she ever lose her composure? he thought as he drove through the darkness.

He still didn't know what to say to her when he arrived at Scully's apartment.

He was almost sure she wouldn't want to talk anyway, but he was going to be there for her.

Scully sat on her couch. Her apartment was dimly lit by the moonlight which fell though the window. She was thinking. A knocking on her door interrupted her thoughts. Mulder she thought. Why does he do this? "It's open," she said quietly.

Mulder entered the dark apartment. Scully hadn't moved. He had never seen her like this. He knew she was an incredibly strong person. In fact she was probably the strongest person he ever met. Right now she looked extremely tired and sad. Vulnerable.

Neither of them spoke as Mulder sat down beside her. He still didn't know what to say so he simply put his arms around her shoulders. As she felt his strong arms around her tears were welling up inside her. She knew that there was no way she could keep them from falling.

He drew her closer to him and Scully started to sob as she buried her face in his chest. Mulder gently stroke her back. "Shh. It's okay." he whispered.

He softly kissed her on the forehead.

Scully calmed down. She had to admit to herself that it actually felt very good to have Mulder around. It was almost as if he had chased away all the pain, bad thought and memories with his kiss and was now keeping them from invading her mind again by gently stroking her hair.

Now that he was finally holding her, Mulder felt better too. He didn't feel that useless anymore.

They sat there for several minutes.

After Scully had calmed down Mulder spoke again. "Scully?" he whispered into her hair.

"Mmmh..." she mumbled.

"I think you should try to get some sleep now." he suggested.

Scully pulled away from him, wiped away the last tears and nodded.

They got up from the couch. Scully moved towards her bedroom and Mulder followed her. Scully lay down on her bed and he tucked her in, then kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night" he said softly.

"Good night" she answered. He turned to leave.

"Mulder?" she began as he stood in the doorway.

"I'll sleep on the couch." he interrupted her without turning back.

"Thank you" she whispered and closed her eyes.

Mulder closed the door behind him and sighed.

He went to the living room and lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Good, she's asleep he thought as he noticed that the sound of rustling sheets from Scully's bedroom had stopped. Then he fell asleep himself.

The phone rang.

Mulder woke with a start. For a second he couldn't remember where he was. He got up and stretched himself while looking around.

Scully was nowhere to be seen so Mulder picked up the phone.

"Dana Scully's apartment," he said. His voice sounded sleepy. "Agent Mulder?" a familiar voice asked.

"Yes?" Mulder answered. He wasn't sure to whom he was speaking. "Erm.." the voice sounded confused.

Suddenly Mulder realized who was on the other end of the line -- he couldn't help smiling.

"Can I talk to Dana, please?" Bill Scully asked.

"Sure. She..." Mulder turned around again as Scully came out of the bathroom. She was wearing only a bath rope and her hair was wet. "She just got off the shower" he said.

Scully walked towards him and Mulder covered the phone with his hand. "It's your brother" he whispered. "He might want an explanation" he added with a smile.

For the first time in days Scully slightly smiled back at him. He handed her the phone and went into the bathroom.

"Hey, Bill." he heard her say as he closed the bathroom door behind him. He looked around. This is definitely a woman's bathroom he thought as he glanced at various boxes containing cosmetics. He realized that he hadn't been inside a woman's bathroom for a long time. He sighed and started to wash himself.

Meanwhile Scully had finished her conversation with her brother. He was irritated by the fact that Mulder had stayed at Scully's overnight but he didn't mention it.

Scully went to her bedroom and got dressed. She actually felt better than the day before.

"Scully?" Mulder was knocking on her door. She finished dressing and opened her door.

"I'll go home now, I need to change," he said.

"Okay." She gave him a small smile. "I'll see you in the office."

"Erm... Scully do you really... I mean... Why don't you take the day off?"

he asked. "I can do the paperwork on my own."

"Mulder, I appreciate your concern but... I just can't stay here all day, thinking," she said.

"Well, see you at work then," he said and left.

Scully entered the FBI Headquarters. She could tell by the way her fellow agents looked at her that knew about Emily. Neither of them spoke to her though.

She took the elevator to the basement.

Mulder was already there. He hung up the phone as Scully entered. "Who was it?" she asked

"No one" Mulder answered "I was about to call you. Skinner said he wants our reports on his desk tonight."

"Then we better get started..." she said.

"Scully, if you don't feel like..."

"Mulder, don't. It's okay." she interrupted him.

He shrugged his shoulders.

They sat silently as they started writing their reports. Scully stopped writing soon.

"Mulder?" she asked.

Mulder looked up at her.

"I... I was just wondering..." She took a deep breath. "This house...everything was gone, right?"

He looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, no evidence left. Neither on the women that they used as birthmothers nor on anything else." he answered.

"If they... Mulder what if they go on with whatever tests they did?" she asked.

"I don't know" Mulder said, not sure what her point was.

"We also don't know for how long they did those tests either." she continued.

Mulder began to realize where this was going.

"What if... Mulder what if I... what if there are more children like her?" She felt tears welling up inside her again.

"Mulder, what if... I have more children and I don't know about it?"

A single tear ran down her cheeks.

Mulder kneeled down beside her and wiped it away.

"Don't do that to yourself." he whispered softly.

"It's not only me..." she said "We both know that more women have been abducted. Mulder, there are more women out there, women who might have children without even knowing it!"

"Scully, the house was empty. The women who gave birth to those children are gone. There's no trace of them." Mulder explained.

"Mulder, there has to be a trace somewhere! We have to find them!" Scully tried to persuade him. Mulder looked at her worried.

Scully saw the look on his face and calmed down. She looked away from him.

"I thought you would understand" she said as she looked up again. "I have to try, Mulder. I need to know the truth... and I need your help." She looked into his eyes. Mulder looked back at her.

He would have agreed to anything when she looked at him like that.

Chapter 8

Mulder and Scully drove to the Lone Gunmen. They had hacked into the database of the adoption agency before -- and they had to do it again.

Frohike opened the door for them. Byers and Langly were working in the background.

"Have you found anything?" Scully asked immediately.

"Not more than we knew before." Byers answered. "We have some of the names of the birth mothers. But we have no idea where they are."

"Do we know who adopted the children?" Mulder asked.

"We only have the names of some children." Langly looked up from his monitor. "I'm trying to find out who adopted them."

"This is interesting." Frohike said. Mulder and Scully walked over to him and looked over his shoulder.

"Many couples have applied for an adoption" he pointed at the monitor. "But only the applications of couples from those cities..." he clicked a few times until a list appeared on the screen. "...were accepted."

He turned around to face Mulder and Scully.

Scully stared at the screen.

"There's a navy base in most of these cities," she said "We've lived on some of them."

"Well, if the tests were done by government people..." Frohike began.

"They choose couples they could observe." Mulder concluded. "I bet the other cities aren't far from a navy base either."

Frohike nodded.

"Mulder?" Byers came over from the other site of the room, holding a printout.

"I checked for children suffering a disease similar to Emily's. This came up." He handed Mulder the printout.

"Zack Evans, age 5. Parents: Marie and Paul Evans."

Mulder took a look at it, then handed it to Scully.

"The child isn't adopted." he noticed.

"Yeah, but..." Byers started.

"... the mother claims she is an abductee." She finished the phrase for him. "And the child has my blood type."

Byers nodded.

Mulder took the paper and looked at it again.

"The boy does not receive a special medical treatment," he said. Then he saw something else. "But his father is a doctor!"

"Maybe he subjected his own wife to the tests. It couldn't be easier for him to observe the boy." Byers suggested.

"Where do they live?" Scully asked.

"Kentucky." Byers answered.

Mulder reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He looked at Scully.

"Gettin' lucky in Kentucky!" he joked. "I'll book two flights for tomorrow morning."

Scully nodded.

Scully opened her wardrobe. She was packing -- again. Why do I unpack anyway? she thought.

She didn't spend much time at home. She spent most of her time investigating unexplained phenomenon with Mulder.

This time we're leaving because I wanted this investigation she thought.

She began to understand why Mulder had become so obsessive with finding his sister. She felt the same way when she thought of the possibility of being a mother.

I never thought about having children before I was told that I was unable to conceive. She wondered why. Was it because she hadn't met the right guy? Was it because she was too stressed with her job? Would I have a family right now if I hadn't gone to the FBI? she asked herself.

She shook her head. She would never know how her life would have been like if she's become a doctor like her dad wanted her to. Scully took a deep breath. That question had worried her enough in the past. She finished packing and went into the bathroom.

Taking a bath usually helped her relaxing. She hoped it would work today.

All she wanted right now was time for her. She hoped that she would be able to escape those thoughts revolving in her head for at least half an hour.

She took another deep breath and closed her eyes as she got into the bathtub and the warm water surrounded her body.

The warmth of the water relaxed her muscles but it didn't make her thoughts go away. Scully sighed.

She thought about what might happen when they went to Kentucky. What will I do if we go there and meet this family and the boy looks like me or dad or Bill? she asked herself.

She was glad that Mulder would be with her. He was probably the best friend she'd ever had. And she definitely needed a friend to get through this.

Could Mulder be more than a friend someday? an inner voice asked. She wasn't allowing herself to think about that now -- she never did. She had to admit that he probably knew her better than anyone else though.

She had never allowed anyone to get too close to her. Maybe that was shy she was keeping Mulder at distance.

Mulder and Scully sat next to each other on the plane. They had taken the first flight in the morning. Only a few other passengers were on the plane. All of them looked sleepy.

Scully took the seat next to the window and looked into the dark outside. She felt sleepy.

Mulder looked tired, too. They hadn't talked much. The plane took off.

Scully watched the lights of the dark city disappear. She opened the case file to take another look at it.

Mulder noticed it and looked over at Scully. Both of them had already read the file several times.

What are you hoping to find Scully? he thought.

Mulder studied her face, hoping to get the answer from her blue eyes. For one more time he couldn't help recognizing how beautiful his partner was -- even at this early hour when she was a bit tired and hadn't bothered to put much make -up.

Suddenly he was starring directly into two perfect pools of blue. He blushed slightly.

Scully had turned towards him. She raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Mulder?" she asked.

Mulder looked away. He felt embarrassed.

"I... I was just wondering..." he faced her again.

"Scully, what are you expecting to find in Kentucky?"

"I don't know." she answered. "Maybe it's better not to have any expectations."

"So you won't get disappointed?"

Scully shook her head.

"I'm not sure what would disappoint me... I mean either we find out that he is actually my son... I'd be disappointed because I didn't know, because of what I missed... or I'll be disappointed because I don't have a child -- and I never will." She sounded sad again. Mulder nodded and Scully turned away from him.

She could feel he was still looking at her. She hated to admit that it felt good to be noticed by him. He looked embarrassed she thought. Has he been thinking about me? She asked herself. She ignored the feeling welling up inside her and looked out of the window again.

It looked so peaceful out there. Nothing but clouds she thought as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

Mulder looked at her again. He could tell by the way her chest moved when she was breathing that she was asleep.

He had watched her sleeping before. Only she had been lying in a hospital bed each time.

She looked much better now. She had a very peaceful and relaxed look on her face.

It would be wonderful to wake up next to that face each day he thought as the plane started its landing approach.

Scully left her motel room. They had rented a car at the airport and decided to drive to the motel first, because it was still quite early. Scully had unpacked her stuff and changed her clothes. Mulder was late.

Scully sighed and leaned her back against the car.

Come on Mulder, we have to work she thought as she watched his door. It didn't open.

She took a breath and walked towards his room. She felt anger welling up inside her.

"Mulder!" She knocked on his door. No response.

She knocked again. As he didn't answer she started to worry a little. She tried to open the door. It was open.

Mulder lay on the bed. He was sleeping soundly. Scully was about to wake him by slapping him but she just couldn't be angry at him if he lay there like this. In fact she had to resist the temptation to lie down next to him.

She moved to the bed and touched his shoulder.

"Mulder." she whispered into his ear.

He tried to shake off her hand and mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"Mulder!" she shook him again. His eyes slowly opened.

"You wanted to meet me outside! Ten, no thirteen minutes ago!" she complained.

"Sorry," Mulder said with a sleepy voice. He went into the bathroom. "Just give me a minute," he said.

Scully sat on the bed. She sighed and leaned back. The sheets smelled like ordinary motel sheets -- not like Mulder. She felt disappointed. Don't think about that she warned herself. She sat up again.

"Let's go!" Mulder walked through the room and opened the door for her.

She passed him and felt the warm touch of his hand on her back as walked across the parking lot.

They got into the car.

Mulder started the engine. Scully opened the case file again. "Why do you do that?" Mulder asked.

"Do what?"

"Reading this file. I bet you already know it by heart.

She closed the file and looked out of the window.

Mulder turned into a small street. A nice neighbourhood. They pulled up in front of a big house with a nice lawn in front of it. They got out of the car and moved to the door. Nobody answered as they knocked.

"There're not home." a voice them said.

The agents turned. An elderly woman stood behind them.

"Well, do you know where we can find Mrs. Evans?" Scully asked. "That poor woman... She is in the hospital... Her cancer got worse recently." the woman said.

"Cancer!?" Scully was surprised.

"Mrs..." Mulder began.

"McCluskey." the woman helped him.

"Mrs McCluskey, do you know where we can find Dr. Evans?" The woman shook her head.

"Thank you, Mrs McCluskey," Scully said.

They moved back to the car.

"Let's go to the hospital," Mulder said.

Scully nodded.

Scully and Mulder finally entered the ICU of the hospital. Scully had to discuss this with Mrs. Evans' doctor. The doctor did not want them to see Mrs. Evans but Mulder knew that no one could stop Scully if she was determined to do something.

He had always been impressed by her temperament.

They entered the hospital room. The sight of the woman reminded Mulder of Scully lying in a similar hospital bed, suffering from a similar disease.

"Mrs. Evans?" Scully asked softly.

The woman opened her eyes.

"I'm Special Agent Scully, this is Agent Mulder. We're with the FBI," she introduced them.

"We would like to ask you a few questions." Mulder added. Mrs. Evans sat up. She didn't answer but she looked curious.

"We're working on the so called X-Files, cases that are related to the paranormal." Scully explained.

"We'd like to talk about your abduction," Mulder said.

"My abduction?" the woman replied. "No one ever believed me." she added in surprise.

"We do." Mulder smiled at her. "Can you remember anything?"

"No, no I..." Mrs Evans coughed. "I just disappeared... and four weeks later I appeared in a hospital like this... I can't remember anything that happened during those four weeks..." she looked at the agents. They nodded.

"Sometimes I dream..." Mrs. Evans continued. "There's a bright light. I'm lying on some kind of table..."

"... and there are persons standing around you?" Scully interrupted. "Yes!" Mrs. Evans stared at her in surprise.

"Did you find any implants in your body afterwards?" Mulder continued his interrogation.

"How do you know that? There was an implant in neck... I had it removed and now I'm dying..." Mrs. Evans looked sad again.

"May we ask one more question?" Scully asked gently. Mrs. Evans nodded.

"Where can we find your husband and your son?"

"My son... Zack... It's hard for him to see me like this... my husband took him to his parents... It's too hard for him... he's only five..."

"Were you abducted before you became pregnant?" Mulder asked. "Yes..." Mrs. Evans coughed again.

The doctor opened the door.

"You really have to leave now," he said.

"Thank you Mrs. Evans," Scully said and smiled at her. Then the agents left.

They walked through the hallway.

"Mulder, do you think what I think." Scully asked.

A nurse passed them and Scully could tell by that Mulder was definitely thinking of something else by the way he starred at the nurse.

She sighed.

"Just as we discover this house Dr. Evans disappears with his son... Do you think that's coincidence?" she asked.

"Well, I say we check that story about visiting the grand parents first" Mulder replied.

Mulder sat at the table in his motel room. Scully stood behind him. She was on the phone.

She hung up and sat down opposite of Mulder.

"I just spoke to Dr. Evans' mother," she said. "Her son came with the boy three days ago."

Mulder looked disappointed.

"But" Scully added "They left two days ago. No one knows where they are now."

Mulder got up and walked to the bed where a map was lying. He bent down and looked at the map.

"Take a look at this," he said and placed a finger on the map. Scully joined him.

"An abandoned navy base?"

"Mmmmh" Mulder nodded. "The perfect hiding place."

"I'm not sure about that... I mean it's a little too obvious."

"It is. But after we discovered this house, they needed a new place... and they needed it fast... I don't believe they're going to stay there for a long time," he said. "Maybe there're already gone. But it's our only lead."

He turned around and walked towards the door. "Let's go!"

Scully looked at him in disbelief.

"Mulder, we cannot..." She shook her head. "How are we supposed to find the boy on an abandoned navy base?"

"Maybe it isn't abandoned."

"Well, then it's even harder. We're just two people."

Mulder knew she was right. He sighed.

"Okay. But we should go there anyway -- just to check whether or not the base is abandoned." he suggested and left.

Scully followed him.

"Mulder," she said as they got into the car. "What are we're going to do when the base isn't abandoned?"

"Call the Gunmen." he answered. "We need a map when we want to go in there. Plus there might be an alarm system."

Mulder pulled onto the highway.

Just as Scully dialled her cell phone to call the Gunmen she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

"Mulder." she pointed out of the window.

Army trucks were heading towards them on a smaller road. Mulder slowed the car down.

The trucks pulled onto the highway in front of them. The agents followed them at a safe distance.

At an intersection the army trucks turned right.

"They're headed for the base." Mulder stated as he drove past the intersection.

They stopped at a dinner in the next town.

Scully ordered a coffee for the both of them as Mulder called the Gunmen.

He hung up as Scully came back with the coffee.

She put the cups on the table and sat opposite of Mulder.

"Byers said that it won't be a problem to get a map of the base... they don't know about the security system yet, though." he summarized his conversation with Byers.

"I suppose we're not going to drive back to the motel then?" Scully took a sip of coffee.

"No... we have to get closer to the base," Mulder said. "Byers said they can help us when we're on the base but we have to get past the fence on our own." Scully nodded.

Mulder's cell phone rang. "Mulder."

"We have a blue print of the base." Frohike said on the other end of the line. "Langly just hacked into a satellite. We can zoom in close enough to see where the persons are. There are guards patrolling the outside fence... The time window between two guards it about five minutes."

"That's enough time to get in I hope," Mulder said.

"It should be. The first buildings are pretty close to the fence -- hey're a good cover. You have to make it to the middle of the base. There's a house with two guards outside." Frohike continued. "And the lights are on." Langly added in the background.

"Can you see what's going on inside?" Mulder asked.

"Blueprint says it's a two floor house with a cellar. Sorry, we can't say more."

"Can you hack into the alarm system or something like that?"

"Red herring?" Frohike asked. "That shouldn't be a problem."

"Good. I'll call you when we get to the base." Mulder hung up.

"What die he say?" Scully asked anxiously.

"There is a house in the middle of the base. The Gunmen can see everything on the outside."

"So we don't know what to expect inside?" Scully sounded sceptic.

"The house has two floors and a cellar. I guess that's where they're holding the women captive, probably Zack, too," Mulder said as he stood. Scully nodded and followed him outside.

Mulder and Scully left their car on a small dirt road in the middle of the woods near the base.

Mulder was on the phone with Byers again.

"Can you see the guards?" Mulder asked.

"Yes. Move out of those woods so we can see you too."

Mulder gave Scully a sign to follow him and walked towards the edge of the woods.

"Can you see us now?"

"Langly?" Byers asked

"I got them." Langly said in the background. "Give me the phone."

"Mulder, we got you." Langly was on the phone now. "Look to your left." he commanded.

"You see the building on the other side of the fence?"

"Yeah." Mulder pointed his finger at the building causing Scully to turn her head, too.

"You should try to get in there. The guard will pass in one minute. Then you have five minutes until the next one is there." "Okay."

Mulder made his way towards the fence. Scully followed him. He handed her the phone and began to cut a hole into the fence.

"The guard will be here in two minutes!" she reported what Langly had just told her.

The agents climbed through the hole in the fence and ran over to the building.

"What now?" Scully asked Langly as they hid behind the building. "The house is three blocks ahead and one to the right. The first two blocks ahead are clear." Langly said.

Following his instructions the agents slowly moved forward.

"Stop!" Langly warned.

Scully stopped and grabbed Mulder's arm causing him to stop too. "There's a guard coming towards you from the left." Langly explained.

"And the guard at the outside fence will discover the hole soon."

Mulder and Scully pressed against the wall of the building. They could hear the guard's steps now.

His walkie-talkie made a cracking noise just as the guard was about to turn around the corner.

"Alarm!" a voice yelled. "There's a hole in the fence! Someone broke in!"

The guard turned around and ran towards the fence.

"They're searching the terrain! Five guards are behind you, seven between the house and you. They're all moving in your direction!" "Which way? Langly! Which way?" Scully asked.

"Left. Two blocks. Run!" Langly commanded.

The agents ran along the street. Meanwhile they both had their guns drawn.

They stopped and looked around carefully. They heard steps again. "There're three guards to your left." Langly informed Scully. "Move forward and keep quiet!"

The agents sneaked across the next side street slowly. They pressed against the walls of the next building. They heard the guards pass. "Stop!" Langly said. "The house is two blocks to your right."

"We can see it." Scully confirmed.

The house was surrounded by several guards carrying rifles as well as handguns.

Mulder watched them and took the phone from Scully.

"Langly? How do we get in?"

"Fire escape on the right side of the house." Langly answered. "Byers, Frohike, you ready?" he asked.

Suddenly the guards at the house all took their walkie-talkies, listened and ran off.

"What did you do?" Mulder asked while the agents made their way to the house.

"Frohike hacked the radio connection. Byers told them he had seen three persons on the other side of the base and needed back up."

"Is there a way we can listen to the radio?" Mulder asked as they started climbing up the fire escape.

"Yeah, but you can't speak to them."

"Okay!" Mulder heard a click in the line. Then he heard the static of the radio.

"We can listen to them." he told Scully as the reached the top of the stairs and ducked beneath a window.

Scully peered through the window.

"The room is empty," she said. Mulder smashed the window with the handle of his gun.

The agents climbed into the room carefully as they didn't want to cut themselves with the glass of the broken window which was scattered everywhere.

They went to the door. Mulder opened it slowly and they entered the hallway.

There was no one around. The agents opened a few doors but they found nothing.

"I don't think they use this floor," Scully said.

Mulder nodded and they went to the stairs.

"Wait." Mulder whispered and held Scully's arm.

"They're coming back!" he said listening to the conversation on the radio.

They hurried down the stairs. There were still two guards standing outside the front door.

Mulder and Scully sneaked past them and entered the cellar.

The stairs were lit by a bright neon light. They went down slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"We have to hurry," Mulder said. He was still listening to radio. Scully opened a door.

The agents couldn't believe what they saw. The room was full of autopsy tables. A female body was lying on each of them.

"Those are the birthmothers!" Mulder said in surprise.

Scully moved towards a counter where a couple of vials filled with blood samples were placed.

She slipped a vial marked "Evans, Zack" into her pocket.

They closed the door behind them and moved into the next room. A boy sat on a couch and watched TV. Scully and Mulder put down their guns.

"Zack?" Scully asked. She almost sounded afraid.

The boy turned around.

"Hey Zack, we're here to bring you to your dad." Scully tried to win the boy's trust.

The room was only dimly lit by the TV light but Scully could swear he looked just like her brother Bill did as child.

The boy shook his head.

"Dad said he'd come back!" he said.

"No. He's with your mom." Mulder answered.

"Mom's dead!" Zack answered with tears in his eyes.

"Did your dad tell..." Scully started. The boy nodded.

"She's not," Scully said softly.

"Really?" the boy asked with a slight smile on his face.

Both agents nodded and the boy finally got up and walked towards them.

Mulder gave Scully the phone and took the boy on his arm. "We have to hurry," Scully said "You have to be very quiet okay?" she asked the boy. Zack nodded.

The agents sneaked up the stairs.

As they reached the first floor one of the guards turned around. "Hey!" he yelled.

Mulder ran towards them as Scully drew her gun and fired. He hit the guard in his arm.

With his free arm Mulder knocked down the second guard.

They ran down the street as fast as they could.

The phone clicked again and Scully heard Byers' voice again. "They're coming after you in a jeep!" he said.

Scully didn't reply. She hung up.

The agents turned around the next corner as the jeep pulled onto the street they came from.

They reached the gas station of the base and hit behind the gas tank. The jeep passed them.

Mulder and Scully ran back the way they came. Mulder was still carrying the boy and his arm started to hurt but he ignored the pain and continued to run.

Suddenly the jeep was behind them again.

Scully turned around and started to shoot at the tries of the jeep. Mulder set down the boy.

"Don't move!" he said as he drew his gun and fired, too

A bullet hit the right front tire of the jeep. It swerved to the side and crashed into the gas tank. Petrol started to drop out of it. Four men jumped out of the jeep. Three of them fired back at the agents. The fourth was Dr. Evans.

"Dad!" Zack screamed and wanted to run to him. Mulder held him back.

Suddenly the jeep caught fire.

"Dad!" Zack screamed again.

Mulder stopped firing and kneeled down beside the boy. "You can't go there now, Zack! It's too dangerous!"

Then he heard a scream. He felt the pain as if the bullet had hit him as he saw Scully going down next to him.

"Scully!" he yelled as he moved over to her.

Zack started to run towards his father.

The gunfire stopped. Mulder looked up and saw that the jeep was fully ablaze now.

"Scully, can you walk?" he asked.

The bullet had hit her shoulder, but she felt weak and dizzy. She slightly shook her head.

Mulder picked her up and ran away as he saw the flames reaching the gas tank.

Seconds later it blew up.

Three days later.

The nurse left Mulder's hospital room. He has suffered several burnings on his back but he was about to be released from the hospital.

Skinner was with him. He sat at a table while Mulder packed his stuff.

"And Mrs. Evans?" Mulder asked.

"She died last night." Skinner answered.

"I'll tell Scully," Mulder replied, sounding sad.

Scully lay in another hospital room. She couldn't remember much. She remembered the pain as the bullet entered her shoulder clearly. Then her memory was blurry.

All she knew was that Mulder had picked her up and carried her away. It felt good to be lying in his arms she had to admit to herself.

A knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Yes," she said.

Mulder opened the door. He smiled at her and put the bag he had been carrying on the table.

"You're leaving?" Scully asked.

"Yes." he answered. "Skinner just visited me."

"What did he say?"

"The house on the base was empty. No bodies, no autopsy tables, no blood samples -- except for the one you took." he sighed.

"They did find the bodies of the three guards, Dr. Evans and his son Zack. They were severely burned. They had to use the dental records to identify them."

"Do you..." Scully swallowed. "Do you know the results of the blood test?" she asked.

Mulder nodded.

"Zack's biological mother was Marie Evans. She died last night."

He had agreed with Skinner not to tell her that she had lost two children in one month.

The End


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