TITLE:  Coming Back To You (1/17) 

AUTHOR:  Marlen

E-MAIL:  CRMV@aol.com 

RATING: PG-13

CLASSIFICATION:  Romance, Angst, Story, X-File, 
Mythology

KEYWORDS:  Mulder/Scully Romance. Mulder POV. Mulder 
Angst.  Post-Episode.

SPOILERS:  There are little ones for S.R. 819, Amor 
Fati, FPS, all-things and Closure; but it's mainly a 
Requiem post-ep.  

SUMMARY:  Mulder mysteriously appears in a Seattle 
hospital 10 months after being abducted.  Scully's not 
there and Skinner tells him that the child Scully has 
had in his absence, was just kidnapped.  It becomes a 
race against time for Mulder to reach Scully and find 
their child.

DISCLAIMER:  The characters of Fox Mulder, Dana 
Scully, Walter Skinner, Alex Krycek, Marita 
Cavarrubias and The Lone Gunmen; sadly do not belong 
to me.  They belong to CC, 1013 and FOX.

ARCHIVE: I will submit to Gossamer myself.  Otherwise, 
go right ahead! Just drop a note so I may visit.

STORY NOTES:  I've had this in my head for a little 
while and decided it was time to put my thoughts out 
there to anyone who was willing to read it.  This 
started as a simple vignette, but begged to be bigger 
than that.  Will their relationship begin where they 
had left off?  Is it too late to find their baby?  
Read to find out.  It takes a while till Mulder 
reaches Scully, so hang in there.  This could be 
considered an accompaniment to Going Thru The Motions 
(which is from Scully's POV), but it's not necessary 
to read that first.   

My past work includes: I Have To, Going Thru The 
Motions, Time Stops For No One and I Dream Of Her.  
They're all Post-Requiems' and I'm on a roll.  I don't 
have a site, but you can find them all at Ephemeral.

FEEDBACK:  Oh pretty please, with sugar on top?  This 
is first story fic I have written so far and would 
LOVE to hear from you.  CRMV@aol.com  

AUTHOR NOTES AND ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AT THE END OF STORY.





Coming Back To You (1/17)
By Marlen 



Engulfed in complete darkness, I became aware of a 
distant humming sound.  

It reminded me of the many motel rooms I had stayed in 
over the years.  The air conditioner kicked in as I 
adjusted it.  The rooms were always too warm for my 
liking. Maybe it was my constant adrenaline from 
whatever case I was on. Maybe it was the warm body 
lying next to me.  It allowed me an excuse to cuddle 
up next to her warm body. She just radiated heat and 
it comforted me. 

I concentrated on the hum.  Remembering nights that 
were no longer cold and uninviting, but warm and 
loving.  

The echo of beeps added to the hum.

And one by one, the sounds converged.

Shuffling footsteps joined the hum and beeps.

Clicking joined the hum, beeps and shuffle.

Hum.

Beep.

Shuffle.

Click.

A light began to emerge invading the darkness that 
enveloped me like a warm blanket.  

Voices joined the mix.  

Voices he didn't recognize.

'How's our patient doing?'

'Still unresponsive.'

'Let me know if anything changes.'

'Did you find out who he is yet?'

'Yes, he's an FBI agent.'

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Wow.'

Panic and confusion overtook me.

*What in the hell is going on?* 

I fluttered my blurry eyes open.  A flood of light 
entered my dark world.  It stung my eyes.  I shut them 
quickly. 

"Sir?  Can you hear me?"

I opened them again and in a groggy haze, I was 
greeted with an extremely excited nurse.  She was 
asking me a question, but I couldn't quite find my 
voice yet. It was as if I hadn't used my voice in 
quite some time.

When clarity did occur, I could tell that she was 
attractive and tall with long flowing brunette hair.  
The type of person I was always attracted to.  
However, that was no longer the case.  Like a fine 
wine, age and life experience had changed me.  I 
longed for one certain intelligent, mature, not to 
mention beautiful little redhead to contradict my wild 
theories. 

And in my moment of reverie, it hit me.

*Scully*

*Where's Scully?*

I was now awake and responsive.  The nurse noticed me 
looking around the room as if someone was behind her.  

She turned around; no one else was the room.

With a bright smile that reminded me of beauty 
contestants telling the host that they want solve 
world hunger.  "Hi there, it's about time you wake 
up." 

Yup, she was too cheery. 

The feeling of panic emerged again welling up within 
me.  I tried to push myself up to get out of the bed, 
but realized that I was too weak to do so and my 
pounding headache didn't help things any.

I decided to give speaking another try.

"Where's my partner." I crooked out and wondered just 
how long it has been since I used my voice.

The nurse didn't understand what I said, but told me 
to relax while she went to get the doctor.

*Relax?  Easy for you to say.*  I felt an achiness 
throughout my entire body and a pounding in my head.  

I looked around the room I was in and was able to 
asses that I indeed was in a hospital.

Big surprise there.

However, I didn't recognize it as one the many 
hospitals DC had to offer.  The more puzzling question 
was how did I get here?  A million questions raced 
through my mind.  Was I in a car accident?  No broken 
bones or gashes anywhere. Did I get shot? It didn't 
look as if I had a wound anywhere.  Was I injured in 
the line of duty?  Possibly.  I tried to remember what 
had occurred to me, but came up with nothing.  And 
then my thoughts turned to Scully.  She was always by 
my side whenever I ended up in yet another hospital 
from yet another irresponsible action I took.  I knew 
that she would constantly remind me of that fact as 
well.  

*Where was she?  Why wasn't Scully here?*

Oh my God!

Was she hurt as well?  Is that why she wasn't here 
beside me, questioning every move the doctors made?

I tried again to remember what happened but came up 
with nothing.  A lot of good that photographic memory 
was doing me now.

I was getting frustrated.  I hated hospitals.  They're 
nothing but a waste of precious time.  I had to find 
out what happened to Scully.  If she was hurt, I had 
to be there for her like she usually is for me.  
However, I knew that he was in no condition to do 
anything about it.

The door to his room swung open and a man walked 
through.  He looked more like a professor than a 
doctor.  He was a short man.  He had short white hair 
and beard complete with small round glasses perched on 
his nose. 

"I see our mysterious patient has awoken.  How are you 
feeling today?"

"Been better."  *Wait a minute.  What did he mean 
mysterious.*

"I'm Dr. Williams.  I have been overseeing your care."

I didn't get a chance to ask about the mysterious 
comment before the doctor began to speak again.

"Do you know your name?"

Now we're getting somewhere.  Maybe I suffered a head 
injury, because that's what they ask when you hit your 
head as many times as I have.

"My name is Fox William Mulder.  Agent Fox Mulder.  I 
work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation in 
Washington DC."

The doctor gave a nod "Good, I just wanted to make 
sure you knew who you were and didn't suffer any 
cognitive damage."

"What do you mean?"  *What the hell is going on?*

"You came in as a John Doe.  We didn't know who you 
were, so we fingerprinted you and your name came up 
everywhere.  I'm guessing someone desperately wanted 
to find you, being an agent and all."

That confused me.  John Doe?  If someone was looking 
for me then maybe Scully and I are in danger.  Time to 
get to the question at hand.

"Where's Scully?"

Excuse me sir?  

"My partner, Scully?"

"I sorry Mr. Mulder, but there's no one listed here by 
that name . . . uh . . . hold on a second" he was 
looking at his charts searching for something when he 
spotted it and said "I thought that name sounded 
familiar.  It appears on your missing persons report, 
it states that if you we're found to contact Agent 
Dana Scully or Assistant Director Walter Skinner of 
the Federal Bureau of Investigation immediately."  

Scully was looking for me?  

"The emergency doctor that took care of you when you 
first arrived contacted the FBI.  I assume one of 
those two people will come here for you.

"Was there anyone else with me?"

"No, you appeared here alone."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I have to get to the bottom of this.  

"Where am I and what happened to me?"

*That was simple enough, right?*

"You're at Good Samaritan Medical Center in Seattle 
Washington and as far as what happened to you, well . 
. . we don't really know, you were brought here a 
couple of days ago and was unresponsive.  It caused 
quite a commotion because no one knows how you got 
here.  We just assumed someone dropped you off, but no 
one remembers seeing anyone with you."


End of part 1
So, what do you think so far?  I would love to hear 
from you.  crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (2/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



I sat there patiently as the doctor told me how I came 
to be at the hospital.  But how did I end up in 
Seattle was a complete mystery.  I was especially 
shocked to hear that I had been a "missing person" for 
ten months.  

I couldn't hear the doctor anymore.  My head was 
spinning 'ten months'.  How could I be gone for that 
long?  What happened in my absence?  How has Scully 
been handling it?

I cleared my head and tuned back into what Dr. 
Williams was telling him.  From what he was able to 
ascertain, I was extremely dehydrated.  I was also 
very weak.  The doctor said that the lethargy of my 
limbs was very similar to what patients experience 
when in a coma for long period of time.  My Tox screen 
came up with a few anomalies, but it wasn't enough to 
concern him.  However, the doctor was concerned about 
my pounding headache. So, they had to perform more 
tests to make sure I was okay. Otherwise, I seemed to 
be in good health.  

*I wonder what else he would do if he saw my extensive 
hospital records?*

After Dr. Williams had left, a nurse came in and took 
some blood for the additional tests.  When the nurse 
left, I was alone.  This was the worst part.  The 
waiting.  An unsettling sense of deja'vu washed over 
me.  I had been at this point too many times to count.  
I was tired of it.  I didn't know how much longer I 
could keep up this 'one man fighting to save the 
world' routine.  I was already 40 and for once in my 
life, I thought about taking a breather and 
disappearing from the responsibility of it all.  Maybe 
I could sail around the world.  Seasickness be damned.  
I wondered if Scully would want to come with me?  I 
enjoyed the thought of just spending time with her and 
no one else.  I longed to know more of the woman 
behind the Scully fa=87ade.  I had only gotten a glimpse 
of that and wanted more.  No cell phones chirping, 
hospital stays or Bureau regulations to get in the 
way.  

The bubbly nurse I had encountered when I first awoke 
came into the room taking me out of my musings.  She 
brought in my lunch *they call this food?*  Yah, I 
definitely hate it here.  She introduced herself as 
Becky; her name was as perky as her attitude.  She 
tried to make idle chit chat, even though I was 
clearly in no mood to talk.  If she noticed my 
reluctance, she didn't show it.  She continued her one 
sided conversation about the weather of all things as 
she checked my vitals and wrote in the chart.  

I was getting nauseated and was extremely glad that 
she was finishing up and leaving.  

As she was heading out, the hospital room door swung 
open and Assistant Director Walter Skinner walked 
through.

He looked at me and smiled.  

I have been gone for ten months and Skinner didn't 
look any different, maybe a few more worry lines than 
the last time I saw him.  He was actually happy to see 
me.  It was kind of odd to see him like this; I'm 
usually getting my ass chewed out for one thing or 
another.  

I never saw a happy Skinner.

Surprised it wasn't Scully, nevertheless glad to see a 
familiar face, I gestured with a nod, "Sir." 

With a smirk Skinner said "You seem a little 
disappointed to see me Mulder." 

"Well, I was hopping to see a five foot three red-head 
with a knack for keeping me out of trouble, but I 
guess you'll do for now."

I notice Skinners face fall a little at the mention of 
Scully.  There was something he wanted to tell me.  
Had something happened to Scully?  Is that why he was 
here instead of her?  

"Is Scully okay sir?"

"Yes Mulder, she's fine."  He said sternly. 

That really didn't comfort me all that much.  Fine 
wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"Sir, what happened?"

"Mulder, what is the last thing you remember?"

I could feel Skinner looking at my face to gage what 
my reaction would be.

I scrunched my forehead in confusion, "It's all a haze 
really.  I remember we went back to Bellefleur to look 
for the space craft in the forest and then I woke up 
here."

"You don't remember anything more?"

Frustrated I said curtly, "No I don't" 

Skinner decided to fill in the blanks, "You walked a 
head of me looking at the equipment to determine where 
the craft might be.  I looked away for a moment and 
when I looked back, you disappeared and then I saw a 
bright light and heard a strange sound I had never 
heard before.  The light emerged from the ground and 
then moved up slowly towards the sky.  I shed my eyes 
from the bright light, but was able to see what the 
light was attached to.  It was a spacecraft Mulder."

My head was spinning.  I was abducted?  I was taken by 
them?  I was right.  My thoughts were interrupted by 
Skinners next words.

"Mulder do you know how long you've been gone?"

I nodded and let my thoughts drift back to what my 
doctor had told me.  Ten months, I had been missing 
TEN MONTHS.  Scully was only missing for three months 
and I nearly went insane.  How was she able to handle 
it?  What gave her the strength to carry on?  Then I 
remembered Skinner's words 'she's fine.'  She most 
certainly was not 'fine'.  Something must have 
happened.  Did her cancer come back?  Is that why she 
was having those dizzy spells?  Or is it something 
else entirely.  Maybe she met someone.  NO!  It took 
us seven years to finally admit our feelings for one 
another and advance our ever-growing relationship.  

"Ten months."

Skinner looked down inspecting his hands, "I'm sorry 
Mulder."

*What?  What was he sorry for?  And since when does 
Assistant Director Skinner say he was sorry?*

"For what?"

"For letting you get away."

"Sir, it wasn't your fault."

He then looked up to face me with an ever so slight 
smile, if you can call it that "That's what Scully 
said."

"Well, she was right.  How could you know that I was 
susceptible to it?  I knew there might be a chance I 
could've be taken, but I had to go."

Curiosity took over, "How did you know?  I thought 
they were taking abductee's?  That's why you wouldn't 
let Scully go?"

I looked away towards a window to gather my thoughts.  
I had to tell him now.

"Before Samantha was taken, I think I was about three 
at the time," he paused to gather up more courage, "I 
disappeared for a short amount of time.  My parents 
told me that I was stolen by some crazed woman who 
couldn't have children, I have always suspected 
otherwise.  For a reason I could never figure out, 
they returned me."

Skinner's eyes went wide with a look of surprise as 
Mulder was deep in thought about that time in his 
life.

"Did Scully know about this?"

Still looking away, "No.  I never told her.  I never 
told anyone."

"Mulder you have been gone a while, and I think it's 
my duty to tell you of the things that have occurred 
in your absence."

End of part 2
  
Feedback is desperately needed at crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (3/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



That got my attention, I whipped my head towards 
Skinner with eyes wide open,  "What kind of things?" 

"Well, I talked to Scully when we discovered that you 
were indeed the real deal and not just another 
lookalike . . . "

"You mean The Alien Bounty Hunter . . ." I couldn't 
finish my sentence.

"Once, but Scully figured out that it wasn't you 
pretty quickly."

"How?"

"I don't know, she never told me exactly how she knew 
except that they didn't have much of a personality."  
Skinner smiled for a moment, then continued.  "But I 
wasn't surprised Mulder, she knows you better than 
anyone." 

I closed my eyes remembering the last time Scully 
encountered The Alien Bounty Hunter posing as me, Oh, 
Scully.  I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

Skinner continued "I told her that I shouldn't be the 
one to tell you, but since she couldn't be here right 
now she thought it best that you should know from a 
friend rather than from someone else . . ."

"Find what out?"  I blurted out.  Now I'm confused.

My impatience grew with each second Skinner wasn't 
telling him, "Spill it Skinner, what happened?"

He looked pensive.  "Okay.  Okay.  The night you 
disappeared, Scully had another spell . . . and 
fainted."

I couldn't say anything.  I nodded for Skinner to 
continue.

"When I got back from Oregon, I found out that she was 
admitted to the hospital."

*Wait a minute, hospital?*  

I silently panicked, and immediately thought the 
cancer came back, but wouldn't show it until I had all 
the information at hand, something Scully had taught 
me.  

"Did her cancer go out of remission?"

"No"

I released a breath of air I didn't realize I was 
holding.  That was a relief, at least it wasn't 
cancer.  But what?

"Was she okay?"

"Yes, she was."

"Did they find out why she was getting the dizzy 
spells?"

"Yes." A slow smile crept up Skinners face "Yes, they 
did." 

Was I missing something?  Why was I so happy?  "and . 
. ." I say with a questioning look.

"And she discovered that she was pregnant."

My mouth dropped, I never would've suspected this.  I 
couldn't form any words to make a complete sentence 
"what? . . . but . . . she can't . . . she was . . . 
she was barren."

"I'm sure that's what she told the doctor." Skinner 
paused for a moment and then continued, "She had a 
multitude of tests run on her to make sure it wasn't 
just some misreading.  The tests confirmed that yes 
she was indeed pregnant."

I blushed a little.  Well, if Skinner didn't know 
about his relationship with Scully before, he 
certainly knew now.  "I know this may be paranoid of 
me, but I have to ask . . ."

Skinner put his hand up to save me from further 
embarrassment "Yes Mulder, you are the father.  Scully 
had a paternity test done to confirm it."

I probably would've asked her to do the same thing 
considering the circumstances, but a look of disbelief 
filled my features.

"She doubted that I could be the father?"

"She was just as suspicious of that question as you 
are now.  As much as I'm sure she hated to do it, she 
knew it was necessary.  It was too much of a 
coincidence.  And having you as her partner made her 
paranoid."

I had to smile at that.  She indeed had grown over the 
years and was far from the wide-eyed skeptic she once 
was when she first stepped in the basement office 
eight years ago.

Something bothered me though.  The natural 
investigator in me took control.

"How was she able to get pregnant  . . . aside from 
the obvious?"  

"We don't know.  All tests showed that her ovaries 
were functioning normally and that the baby was 
developing well."

With clenched fists I said, "That Cigarette Smoking 
Bastard was behind this."

"You don't know that for sure Mulder."  Mulder had to 
look at Skinner and make sure that comment came from 
him because it sounded a lot like something Scully 
would say.

"Well, when I find him" he was cut off by Skinners 
next comment.

"That will be difficult considering he's already 
dead."

"What?  When?  How?"

"A 911 call came through that same night you 
disappeared.  The call came from a woman who claimed 
to be his nurse.  Apparently he was in bad shape and 
needed constant care.  She said that two people showed 
up, a man and a woman.  They argued and then the man 
took CGB Spender by his wheel chair and pushed him 
down the stairs."

I knew the two people the woman was speaking about, 
Krycek and Marita.

"What happened to Krycek and Marita?"

"They disappeared."  He said matter-of-factly.

*Figures.*  I thought.  I couldn't figure Krycek out.  
He wanted me to find the ship and then killed the 
Cigarette Smoking Man, however he was the one who was 
responsible for the death of my father as well as 
Scully's sister.  

I couldn't think of that now.  Even though it bothered 
me that there was no explanation for Scully's sudden 
fertility, I laid there in my bed with a bright smile 
on my face.  

*Wow.*

*Scully's a mother and I'm a father.*

*We're parents.*

Realizing that I was now thinking of my child, Skinner 
said, "Amazing, isn't it"

"Yah, our relationship was still kind of new when I 
was taken."  

I notice a surprised look on Skinner's face. 

"What?"

"I thought you guys were together for much longer than 
that."

"Really?"  The corners of his mouth turned up a bit, 
"Well, we were too stubborn to give into our feelings.  
But, then one day we both realized that it just made 
sense to be together like that.  It was just extension 
of the love we had been feeling for years."

My thoughts drifted back the night before he left for 
Oregon.  She had given me her cross to wear; it 
touched me in a way I have never felt before.  She 
loved me unconditionally.  I never felt as in love 
with her as in that moment.  I wanted to prove to her 
how much that meant to me.  We made soft, passionate 
love that night.  I didn't want to at first because of 
her vertigo, but she insisted that she was okay.  I 
wished I had known then what I knew now.

I looked around the room as if someone was behind 
Skinner.  She should be here.  *Did she loose the 
baby?  Did something equally horrible happen?  Did her 
and the baby not make it through the delivery?  What's 
the point of being on this Earth if she wasn't here 
with him?*

With a look of anticipation and anxiety, "Wait, you 
said she had a paternity test done, they do that after 
the baby is born."  

Skinner smiled and said "Yes Mulder, they do.  She 
delivered the baby two weeks early.  Thank God her 
mother was there by her side throughout the 18 hours 
of labor she had to endure.  The Gunmen wanted to tape 
it for posterity, but she closed the door on that idea 
immediately."

"I bet she did."

"She was going to do it natural too.  But then 
according to her mom, she came to her senses and 
agreed on an epidural.  I'm proud to say that she had 
a beautiful 7lb. 5oz.  Baby boy.

My smile was once again and it broadened with thought 
of Scully holding a baby in her arms.  

Her baby.  

Our baby.

I thought about the dreams I had a while back, of a 
little boy playing with me on a beach.  I thought it 
was just a dream, a fantasy.  I didn't think that 
children would be a part of my life.  I long accepted 
the fact that being with Scully was going to have to 
be enough for me.  

Was the dream of that little boy just a coincidence or 
a prediction? 

I wanted to know more about the child.  "What's his 
name?  What does he look like?"

"Scully named him William Fox Mulder, but she calls 
him Will.  He was born with a full head of dark 
brunette hair and the bluest blue eyes I ever did 
see."

My forehead scrunched up in thought.  I had to ask.  
"And his nose?"

"You're lucky Mulder, he didn't get your nose."

With a look of relief and then of complete seriousness 
I ask, "Sir, I have to know and don't sugarcoat it for 
my benefit, how did she handle my absence?"

"I'm not going to lie to you Mulder, I owe you that 
much.  I know she was devastated.  To anyone who 
didn't know her she seemed fine.  I think the only 
thing that was keeping her going was her search for 
you and making sure the baby was healthy.  I know it 
must have been difficult for her to keep control of 
her emotions, especially with added hormones pregnancy 
brings along."

I could only nod.  Not only did she lose her partner, 
best friend and lover, but the father of her baby as 
well.  Scully's a strong person, but no one is that 
strong.  I knew she must have had so many conflicting 
feelings about it.  Happy about the miracle of life 
within her, but sad because I wasn't there to enjoy it 
with her.  My head filled with of visions of her 
crying in her apartment, alone.  It should've been a 
wonderful time in her life.  I should've been with her 
to help her through it.  The guilt of how I abandoned 
her yet again was filling up my heart. 

'It's not your fault', she would've said.   

'But I should've been there for you' I said back in my 
mind.

But why wasn't she here now?  I had to know why she 
wasn't here. 

"Sir, where is she?  Why isn't she here?"


End of part 3

Am I stretching this or what?  Stay tuned!
I'm waiting with anticipation of much needed feedback 
at crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (4/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



I noticed Skinner's face pale.  "Mulder, she didn't 
want me to tell you just yet."

"Why not?" he said incredulously.

"She knew you wouldn't be in any condition to do 
anything."

I couldn't believe I was going to ask this, but here 
it goes "Is there someone else?"

Skinner shook his head "No Mulder, I'm pretty sure 
there isn't anyone else in the picture. She's been 
obsessed with finding you right from the start.  When 
she got the call that you were here, she wanted it to 
be her on that plane, not me."

"Then you have to tell me what happened?  What is it 
that she doesn't want you to tell me Skinner." 

"Mulder, your son was kidnapped and she's been working 
around the clock to find him."

"Nooo."  The sense of happiness I felt earlier 
diminished.  Instead a sense of emptiness engulfed me.  
He had a son, but now he would never meet him.  Touch 
his tiny hand.  Caress his chubby cheeks.  Teach him 
how to throw a baseball.  All of the things fathers 
are supposed to do with their child. 

No.  I would not let history repeat itself.  I have to 
find my son.  But not for my sake, for Scully's.  I 
have seen what my family had to go through when 
Samantha was taken.  Scully had suffered enough with 
being abducted, having cancer, losing her sister and 
Emily.  She could not lose another child.  The list of 
pain she had endured was too long and I vowed right 
then and there that I would do right by her and find 
our son.

"How?"

"She normally leaves the baby at her mom's when she 
works, but Ms. Scully had a doctor's appointment and 
couldn't take care of him that day.  Scully was going 
to just take the day off, but an important lead on . . 
." he hesitated for a moment.  "where *you* might be 
came up and she had no choice but to leave the baby at 
the FBI daycare.  Of all the places that would protect 
an infant, she figured the FBI's daycare would be 
safest."

*Nowhere is safe.* I thought bitterly.

I pushed my intense guilt aside for now to concentrate 
on the case at hand.  "Do you know who took him?"  
Visions of faceless rebels, the Alien Bounty Hunter, 
or worse yet, some psycho who just happened to pick 
his son in a room filled with children and whisking 
him away with a smirk on his face kept popped up in my 
head.  

"No.  We took a look at the security cameras inside of 
the daycare and we noticed the picture fizzled out for 
a short period of time.  We determined that is when he 
was taken, because after the picture came back he was 
nowhere to be found."

Before I could ask, Skinner put his hand up "I know 
what you're going to say Mulder and we interviewed 
everyone in the surrounding area repeatedly and put 
out notices via the Internet and all police scanners."    
If he shows up at anywhere it will come up."

"What about all other security cameras in the building 
and out?  Shops in the area?  Automated Teller 
Machines?"

"We're still looking Mulder, so far nothing.  It'll 
take a while to search every single camera." 

Mulder looked right into Skinners eyes. "Time, is not 
a luxury we have at the moment Skinner."

Obviously upset, "When did this happen?"

"It occurred about the same time you arrived here, two 
days ago."

"TWO DAYS AGO!"

Mulder understood

With a determination and a purpose I pulled the sheets 
off and attempted to get out of bed, but Skinner stops 
me.  

Mulder glared at him with a 'Don't fuck with me' look.  

"Sir, this was set up."

"What do you mean?"

"It just can't be a coincidence that I'm brought back 
at the same time that Will was taken.  We need to go 
back to DC now."

I attempted to get out of bed a second time and 
Skinner stopped me again. 

"Who knows what you have been put through these last 
10 months.  You need to recover.  I want Will back too 
Mulder.  That baby was the only part of you she had 
left and despite all of the crap that has happened to 
Scully, I have never seen her so happy than when she 
is with that child.  I have all my men looking for 
your son."

"What about the Gunmen?"

"That was the first call she made."

"I need to help her find our son.  How fast can I get 
out of here?"

End of part 4

I will write for feedback!
crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (5/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



Skinner knew I meant it when I told him that I wanted 
out of here.  I don't care what he or the doctor says 
about my 'condition'.  I'm pretty sure the nurses 
would all agree too.  I'm an awful patient.  I've been 
poked and prodded enough in my life.  Hell, I was 
probably poked and prodded when I was taken by *them*.  
I've had enough.

I actually feel pretty good, just really tired.  Like 
I've been running for miles and miles. 

The doctor wanted me to stay here a couple of days 
longer and I vehemently refused to stay.  Seeing my 
reaction, Skinner walked out of the room with the 
doctor.  I don't know what he said, but shortly 
afterwards Dr. Williams agreed to let me go under 
strict conditions that I follow up with my doctor in 
DC.  

I told him to send the tests results and x-rays to 
'Dr. Dana Scully'.

After listening to his little speech about taking care 
of myself.  The doctor walked out of the room to get 
the sign-out papers.  Skinner also left my room and 
came back shortly after with a duffel bag, my duffel 
bag to be precise.  

"Well, we certainty can't have you going back to DC in 
that now can we?"  He points to the lovely hospital 
gown I have on.

"Scully had a bag already packed for you."  

We each agreed long ago to keep an extra set of 
clothes in each other's apartments for emergencies.  
It came in handy quite a few times.  Especially when I 
slept over at her place.  

However, for some reason, the boy-scout motto 'always 
be prepared' pops into my mind.  

Skinner hands me the bag so I can change into some 
decent clothing.  I remember putting only one pair of 
jeans and a couple of shirts in the bag the last time 
I filled it.  When I look in my bag I notice another 
pair of jeans, a couple of turtlenecks, a jacket, 
socks, a pair of boxers and a smaller bag of 
toiletries.  I'm surprised by the amount of stuff she 
put in here and wonder when she did this.  

I reach down to the bottom of the bag when I feel a 
familiar package, I pick it up and see 'David's 
Sunflower Seeds' scrawled on the front.  *Ah, Scully 
you know what I like*.  I have been craving these all 
morning.  I proceed to open the package, take a seed 
between my teeth and crack it open to suck on the seed 
inside.

Scully was prepared for when I came back, not *if* I 
came back.  She never gave up on me.  I knew she never 
would.  Just like I could never give up on her.  And 
in the midst of having to deal with a pregnancy she 
could not have possibly predicted, she was thinking of 
me.  I start moving faster, I have to get to her.  
NOW.

I had a noticeable amount of stubble on my face when I 
woke up and decided to take advantage of the shaving 
cream and razor Scully put in my toiletry bag.  While 
I was shaving, Skinner was able to get us a late 
evening flight back to Washington DC.  I had hoped 
that we could get earlier flight, considering it was 
still noon, but since we were last minute that's the 
best they could do.  

The nurse comes in and hands me the necessary 
paperwork so I may get the hell out of here.  We head 
out of the hospital towards a diner across the street.  
I hadn't really been hungry since Skinner told me 
about Will's kidnapping.  

The diner looks as if it's straight from one of those 
movies from the 50's.  The only thing I suspect that 
has changed over time is the prices.  I see an old-
fashioned vinyl record-playing jukebox and I resist 
the urge to play an Elvis song.  A waitress wearing a 
hair net comes up to us and takes our order.  I got 
the usual diner fare of greasy hamburger with fries.  
Skinner opts for a club sandwich.  Skinner was glad I 
was eating.  I had lost a lot of weight in my 
catharsis.   

We didn't really talk that much throughout our meal.  
I suspect Skinner didn't want to push it.  With 
everything that had happened, I had a lot to process 
and sort out in my mind. I had to come up with a plan.  
I'm not the type to sit idly by.  

The profiler in me knows that if a child is not 
discovered within the first 48 hours, it's most likely 
deceased.  It's been 54 hours since Will was taken.  
Scully knows this.  And I think that she must be going 
out of her mind by now.  She's only had three months 
to be with this infant.  To love, bond with and 
protect.  She must think that she's a horrible mother 
to let this happen.  I know the immense feelings of 
guilt she must be feeling.  I feel the same guilt as 
well.  I want to comfort her, to tell her that she is 
a good mother and that everything will be okay.

We are finally on a plane flying to DC and to Scully.  

I try to think about what I will say to her when we 
meet for the first time since she saw me last.  We 
were on the verge of something great between us.  

We were partners first; we respected and trusted one 
another.  We then became friends, our friendship grew 
and we became more than each other's best friend, we 
became each other's lifeline.  Without Scully I am 
nothing.  I'm sure she would try to convince me 
otherwise.

We were finally able to break down the barriers that 
was holding us apart for so long.  I think the walls 
started to crumble when my mother died and I found the 
fate of my sister.  Scully was there throughout that 
whole ordeal and didn't ask me to explain what 
happened on that hill.  I did tell her later though. 

I thought that the closeness we shared suffered a 
major blow when Scully refused to go with me to 
England.  I think she knew it wasn't really about crop 
circles.  It was another chance at being alone with 
her in a country where no one knew we weren't just 
another couple from America on vacation.  

It was a chance to make my intentions clear. 

She beat me to it.

What if I hadn't left for England?  What if the 
hospital didn't mix up the charts?  Would she have 
come to me that night?  I don't think so.  The 
decisions we make now lead us to the next step.  I 
believe that.  Like me, she had to confront her past 
and make peace with it.

I think that peace lead us to one another.  We 
couldn't have been together otherwise.  

Skinner and I haven't really spoken much since we got 
on the plane.  Given that we were last minute 
passengers, we had to sit separately.  And wouldn't 
you know it, I'm sitting next to a mother and her 
three year old little boy.  He's very friendly and 
proceeds to tell me that his name is Josh.  

I start thinking about the name Scully picked for our 
son.  I have to get used to saying that 'our son'.  I 
get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.  
I wonder if we would've still called him William if I 
hadn't been abducted.  I was never too crazy about the 
name William and always thought it as a curse.  I know 
that Scully's father and brother are also named 
William, but considering what has happened now, maybe 
when we get him back we can change it?  However, I 
think I'm getting used to the name Will.  

Josh interrupts my thoughts and proceeds to tell me 
that he and his mom were visiting his Aunt Betty in 
the hospital, but she is better now and he missed his 
dad and wanted to get back home.  Tears sting my eyes 
and I tell him 'it's nice to go home', he just nods 
and turns his attention back to his mother.

Believe it or not I did sleep on the plane, probably 
more due to mental exhaustion than my weakened state.  
I guess I should've stayed at the hospital, but there 
is no way I was going to stay in there while Scully is 
suffering back in DC.  

We are walking out of the terminal and when I notice 
Frohike.  I didn't think anyone would be waiting for 
us.  He stands there looking dumbfounded.  

I have to keep reminding myself that it's been 10 
months since anyone has seen me, even though it seems 
like just yesterday.  

He starts walking towards me and gives me a fierce 
hug.

He pulls away and with a smile he says, "You don't 
know how glad I am to see you my friend?"

I chuckle "Same here."

"You look like shit Mulder."

"Don't sugarcoat it for my benefit."

"Do you remember anything?" 

I somberly shake my head "No, nothing."

"How do you feel?"  

"Actually, I feel pretty good."

We're in the airport parking lot walking towards 
Frohike's van when I hear a ringing sound.  I 
instinctively reach in my jacket pocket only to grab 
for nothing and hear "Skinner".

"What?  When?  Where?  We're on our way."  

I pick up on a slight panic in Skinner's voice.  
"Where are we going?  What's happened?"

Skinner closed his cell phone and placed it back in 
his pocket.  "We're going to Georgetown."  Skinner 
paused trying to figure out what to say next.  "They 
found a baby matching Will's description."

Mulder's throat tightened "Where was he?  Is he okay?"

He let out a breath and said in a low calm voice, 
which only made Mulder panic more, "An infant" he 
paused, placed a hand on my shoulder and said in a 
softer voice "was found in a trash can.  He was DOA 
Mulder."

My face fell, *it can't end this way*.  We've come too 
far and gone through too much.  

And before Mulder could even think about what this 
must be doing to Scully, Skinner delivered another 
blow, "Mulder, Scully's already there." 



End of part 5

Fhew!  It's just one thing after another!  Please let 
me know how I am doing so far.
crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (6/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



As Frohike was driving towards the apartment complex 
where the baby was found, Skinner made a call to find 
out more about this case.  When his call ended he let 
us in on what he knew.  

Apparently, the call came from a Ms. Rebecca Stevens, 
who was walking her dog early this morning.  As they 
approached her apartment, her dog Clyde saw a stray 
cat and proceeded to chase it.  The cat ran behind a 
crawlspace in between the garbage cans and the 
apartment wall.  In Clyde's attempt to get at the cat, 
he knocked the cans over.  Ms. Stevens didn't want to 
leave the garbage laying everywhere and tried to clean 
up.  She stopped cold when she picked up a sweater and 
saw an infant hastily wrapped inside.  Being a nurse 
at Georgetown Medical Center she check for signs of 
life, but she knew he was already dead due to the 
bluish color and stiffness throughout the body.  She 
immediately called the police and noticing the FBI 
bulletin on baby Will, the police called the FBI.

When they arrived, they had trouble getting to the 
crime scene due to the flood of police and FBI agents 
about the place.  The police were here because it was 
a homicide and in their jurisdiction.  The FBI was 
here because the description of said infant matched 
baby Will, a priority case.

Skinner walked over to an FBI agent standing nearby 
who informed him that the ASAC in charge was in the 
building interrogating all of the apartment tenants as 
well as the landlord.  Skinner then proceeded to walk 
inside of the complex to get involved in the 
interrogation.

Feeling helpless about what was going on, Frohike did 
the only thing he could at that moment.  He got on his 
cell phone and called Byers and Langly to see if they 
had any other leads, just in case the baby wasn't 
Will.   

The investigator in me should've been in that house 
with Skinner interviewing the tenants.  I should be 
coming up with a profile of the killer.  But I 
couldn't be that detached.  The fact was that my son, 
whom I have only known about for 12 hours, was missing 
and possibly dead.  

I walked around the front of the apartment building 
and noticed the shocked looks on my fellow FBI agents 
faces.  I heard gasps and words of dismay about my 
appearance here.  What did they think happen to me?  
Did they think I would leave Scully pregnant and 
alone?  They didn't know me from shit.  I just ignored 
the snide remarks and comments and continued walking.

I saw a flash of red from the corner of his eye.  He 
stopped, turned, and ran towards it.  She was faced 
away from me, but I could tell just by that hair . . . 
it was her.  I approached carefully.  She was wearing 
an FBI issued jacket.  It just made her hair seem 
brighter than I remembered.  

I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned 
around.

It wasn't her.

It was Agent Phelps

"Oh my God, Agent Mulder, is that you?"

Disappointed it wasn't Scully "Yes it is.  I'm sorry I 
thought you were someone else."

With a smirk she said, "You mean you thought I was 
Agent Scully."  It was a statement not a question.  

"Where have you been?  You would think you were the 
Pope or something the way Agent Scully has been 
searching for you?"

I let out a sigh, "It's a long story.  Have you seen 
Agent Scully?"

"I'm sorry Mulder, you just missed her."

*Damn*

"Do you know where she went?"

"I don't really know, I would guess that she went back 
to FBI Headquarters."  She's always trying to flirt 
with me, I have never responded to her advances.  
Despite the red hair, she's not that bright.  She 
places her hand on my shoulder trying to look 
compassionate but failing miserably "It's just 
horrible what happened to her son, isn't it?"

A look of sadness and anger engulfed me.  I lean in 
"Our son, Agent Phelps" and walked away.  Leaving her 
speechless.

I found Skinner talking to the ASAC in charge.  "She's 
not here."

"I know, I just got a call from her partner . . ."

Skinner stopped in his tracks.  That's one piece of 
information he failed to mention to me.  Scully was 
assigned a new partner in my absence.  I knew that I 
shouldn't been shocked about that.  How could they 
have not assigned her a new partner in all of the time 
I've been away?  But it didn't feel right.

"Where is she?" I demand.

"She's at the county morgue."

With a feeling of anguish, I say in a low but clearly 
angry voice, "She didn't autopsy that baby, did she?"

"No.  Agent Parker, her partner, just called me.  
She's on her way back to FBI Headquarters."  

"Take me there!"


End of part 6

Admit it.  I almost had you there.  I'm evil.  Okay, 
okay!  *duck* Stop throwing things.  *thunk* Okay, who 
threw that?  I promise you next section will be the 
reunion.  Really!  crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (7/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



The anxiety in me has been building ever since Skinner 
broke news of Scully's pregnancy, my fatherhood and 
the kidnapping.  Both Frohike and Skinner have been 
walking on pins and needles around me, since we left 
the airport.

They don't understand.  

I need to see Scully like I need my next breath.  I 
need to feel and touch her.  I need to talk to her and 
tell her that everything will be all right.  I need to 
cry with her.  I need for the both of us to put our 
heads together and find our son.

We reach the Federal building.  I didn't have my badge 
on me when I turned up at the hospital, so I have to 
enter through the lobby and pass through the metal 
detector like a regular visitor.  I breathe a sigh of 
relief when it didn't go off.  I didn't know whether I 
had any implants in me, since I left the hospital in 
such a hurry.  

Much like back at the crime scene, heads are turning 
and people muttering their shock of my presence.  I 
continue walking, ignoring them once again.  

Byers and Langly are standing in front of the 
elevators with genuine smiles on their faces.  Langly 
steps up to me, shakes my hand and gives me a hug. "Is 
that really you dude?"

"I sure as hell hope so or someone's going bitch when 
they find sunflower shells in my pocket."

"You don't know how glad we are to see you."

"Same here guys.  Same here."

Byers walks up to me and takes his turn at the 
hugging.  Gee you're gone for a while and they turn 
into mush.  I've never known these guys to be so 
affectionate.  It just adds to the reality of the 
situation.  Before letting go, Byers whispers into my 
ear "We kept an eye on her for you."  He lets go of me 
and I nod in a silent thank you.

There is an awkward silence as we ride up the 
elevator.  They must know that I'm a little anxious to 
see her.

The five of us are walking down a hall.  The very same 
hall where I stood before Scully ten months ago and 
told her that she couldn't come with me because I 
couldn't lose her.  How ironic indeed.

As we approach the conference room and I'm suddenly 
nervous.  I wonder how my being here will affect her.  
Will she be elated?  Will she want to kick my ass for 
letting this happen to her?  Losing another child?  
Not being here to protect them both?

I can hear the activity of people rushing, voices of 
agents on phones searching for any kind of lead to 
Will's whereabouts.  I hear someone barking an order 
to an agent.  It was Scully.  My heart leaps at the 
sound of her voice.  I could never get tired of 
hearing that sweet like honey voice of hers, even in 
anger.

As we walk in to the boardroom all voices cease and 
heads turned in my direction, all but one. 

Scully was on the phone yelling at someone who 
obviously didn't do what she had asked him to do. "I 
don't care what you have to do . . ."  She looks up, 
noticing the agent next her looking in towards the 
door and then she saw the others doing the same.  She 
followed their line of vision until it rested upon me.    
 
Our eyes locked.

She stood there as if frozen in time.  I couldn't read 
her expression.  

She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep 
and stress.  Her hair is a little longer than I 
remember and even though she gave birth three months 
ago, she's thinner than I remember her last. I doubt 
she's eaten anything in the last 63 hours.

Her eyes move down and back up again as if maybe I'm 
an illusion.  *No Scully, I'm really here.*  She turns 
her head slightly and looks at Skinner, a look that 
seems to ask 'is it really him?', Skinner nods.  She 
looks back at me.  Then she saw it, the necklace she 
gave me the night I left for Oregon.  She looks back 
up at me.  

She looks over at Skinner again and he barks out 
"Everyone take five".  Everybody leaves the room 
quietly, no questions asked.  Even Skinner and the 
guys decide to wait out in the hall.  It's just the 
two of us now.

Looking straight at me, she begins to walk slowly 
towards me and I to her. She abruptly stops right 
before we touch.  We're so close.  I can't help but 
notice that it's quiet in here, too quiet.  I swear I 
can hear the rapid beating of her heart.  Once again, 
she looks at the cross and then reaches up to touch 
it.  I notice tears threatening to spill from her 
eyes. She blinks and a tear escape down her cheek.  I 
can't stand this.  I bring my hand up to wipe the tear 
off her face.  She jumps slightly at the contact and 
breaks her stare from the cross. She looks back up at 
me.  Our eyes transfix upon one another.  

More tears trail down her cheek over my hand, which 
has not left her face.  She leans into my hand and 
smiles a little through the tears.  And for the first 
time since I woke up in a hospital in Seattle, gone 
for 10 months of her life, her lips quivering, she 
whispers.  "Welcome back Mulder."  

She collapses into me and cries.  My hold on her 
tightens.  I don't know how long we stay like that, it 
feels like an eternity.  We were still holding on to 
one another when she says in a voice full of emotion 
"Mulder, its not him.  It's not him."  

A flood of relief comes over me.  I shouldn't feel 
relief over the death of a child, but it wasn't our 
son and I couldn't help but be happy about that.

We may be Agents Mulder and Scully of the FBI, but 
right now we are parents desperately looking for our 
child.  I kiss her head and whisper words of love.  
She pulls her head away and as I look into her eyes, I 
tell her with a voice full of certainty, "We will find 
him". 


End of part 7

Okay folks, I was going let this be the end, but 
considering all of the wonderful feedback I have been 
getting.  I think I'll continue it.  If you think 
that's a good idea or think I should quit now, the 
only way I'll know is by your feedback.

crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (8/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



We release our embrace and I sigh heavily at the lack 
of contact, she smiles slightly at my reaction and 
then takes a good look at me.  Her smile fades away 
and a look of concern emerges, she comments on how 
thin I am, I shrug and say something about it 'being 
the best diet ever'.

She ignores my attempt at a joke and goes into 'Doctor 
Scully' mode.  Touching me, looking for bruises, 
needle marks, or places where an implant might have 
been placed, asking me how I feel, anything to 
indicate I was tested on.  Other than needle marks 
left by the IV and for withdrawing blood for tests, 
there was none. 

I focus my attention on her, "Scully when was the last 
time you ate something?"  Exasperated, she looks away 
and says, "I'm concentrating on more important things, 
like finding my . . . our son."  

I tried not to flinch at that.  Even though she 
corrected herself, she was right.  He was her son.  I 
wasn't there when the doctor told her about her 
pregnancy.  I wasn't there to accompany her to her 
doctor appointments. I wasn't there to run out to the 
store to satisfy her cravings.  I didn't rub her back 
when it became sore from carrying a baby with her 
small frame.  I didn't assemble a crib or buy toys for 
him.  I wasn't there when she went into labor and had 
to go to the hospital.  I wasn't there to coach her 
when she gave her last push and he came out.  Hell, I 
didn't help with the name.  It was all Scully's doing.  
I wasn't there.

Interrupting my thoughts she turns back towards me and 
places her hand on my arm.  With a sympathetic voice 
she says, "I wish I could've told you about him in 
person."

"I know, I . . ."

I didn't hear Skinner walk back into the room.  As he 
spoke we turned our heads in his direction, "Scully, I 
spoke with Agent Parker.  He says that you haven't had 
so much as a bite to eat and coffee doesn't count.  
You can't possibly function appropriately for this 
investigation if you don't eat or sleep."

Obviously angry, she looks back up to Skinner and says 
in a calm but deadly voice, "So you want me to give 
up?  I can't.  I won't give up until he is back in my 
arms."

In a tone that gave her no room to argue, "We are not 
going to give up Agent Scully, but you're tired and 
you need eat something."  

"Is that an order sir?"

"I'm afraid so agent."

Skinner walks towards her and touches her elbow.  "I 
promise I'll call you the minute I find something."

I finally persuade Scully into getting some rest.  She 
agreed only with the condition that I rest as well. 
She hasn't been to her apartment since the morning 
Will was taken.  She didn't want to go back there.  
She couldn't bear to walk in and see Will's crib and 
toys lying around.  She would probably fall apart.  
She needed to keep herself together.  She said it 
wouldn't help Will if she went ballistic and lost her 
control.  I agreed, but a part of me thinks she needs 
to lose control.  

Without thinking I ask her if she wants to stay at my 
place.  She looks at me apologetically and said 
"Mulder you don't have an apartment.  Your lease was 
up a few months ago and your landlord didn't want it 
renewed and didn't want to lease it out to me.  I'm 
sorry."

*I think it was the waterbed incident, I don't think 
he ever got over that.*

I listen as she tells me that the rest of my stuff is 
in storage.  She didn't trust the Gunmen to keep my 
fish alive so she kept them at her place.  

Mrs. Scully tried to get her daughter to come stay 
with her.  She wanted Scully to have the support of 
her family around her.  That would include Bill Jr.  
Scully refused the offer and said she wanted to stay 
nearby in there were any sudden developments, I think 
she didn't want to deal with Bill Jr.  He would be 
there and they hadn't been on good terms ever since my 
disappearance.  Bill insisted that I had run off with 
another woman or something equally ridiculous.  Won't 
he ever understand?  I would never do that to her.  
Scully is it for me.

Skinner set us up in the closest hotel to the Hoover 
building so if anything develops we can be back at 
headquarters in an instant.  I told him we only needed 
one room.  I wasn't about to let Scully out of my 
sight and she wasn't going to let me out of hers after 
ten months of searching for me.  Scully's mother had 
gone back to her apartment yesterday and put an 
overnight bag together for her, knowing she wouldn't 
want to go back there just yet. 

The room Skinner put us in was a suite with a king-
size bed, Roman tub, bar and an achingly beautiful 
view of the city from a private balcony.  Under normal 
circumstances I know we would've taken advantage of 
all of the amenities.  However, all we need right now 
is a shower and a bed. 

Scully walks into the room and immediately heads 
towards the bathroom for a shower.  Keeping our word 
to Skinner about eating, I call room service and order 
us something to eat.  A moment of uncertainty 
overcomes me.  I haven't a clue as to what Scully is 
eating nowadays.  A woman's body changes after having 
a baby.  Didn't it?  Did she go back to her salads and 
yogurt?  I think I'll take the safe route and order a 
salad, some sandwiches, fruit and some ice tea to for 
us to drink.  

A short time after I placed the order, Scully walks 
out of the bathroom wearing one of those fluffy cotton 
robs that seem to engulf her.  Her hair was still damp 
and she begins towel dry it.  I can see curls begin to 
form and wonder what it would look like if she just 
let it stay wild like that.  But she wouldn't, it's a 
sign of losing the control she has carefully packaged 
herself in.  

As I walk into the bathroom to take my turn at the 
shower, I tell her that room service will be coming up 
with some food for us; she just nods as and continues 
drying her hair.

I finish my shower and walk into the bedroom.  Scully 
was now wearing sweatpants and a large T-shirt.  I 
look at myself and chuckled.  I'm wearing pretty much 
the same thing.  It looks cuter on her though.

The food I had ordered was on the table.  Scully was 
actually eating bits of her salad and some of the 
fruit.  I want to tell her that she should be eating 
more, but fear that might set her off and cease her 
eating altogether.  I sat down across from her and 
consumed my club sandwich. 

No words pass between us as we ate. 

It was too quiet. 

I didn't like the silence.

"Talk to me Scully."

She looked perplexed as she said, "About what?"

"Everything.  Tell me about your pregnancy.  Tell me 
about him.  Tell me about all that I have missed."

She smiled.  It was a small smile but a smile 
nonetheless.  "Trust me Mulder, pregnancy isn't all 
that glamorous."

"I don't care.  Tell me anyway."  I missed it and I 
don't want to miss any more, I say to myself.

It was a surprise to say the least when she didn't 
fight me on this.  "All right."  And preceded to tell 
me about when the doctor first told her she was 
expecting and how she made them redo the test a few 
times before she accepted it. She told me of how 
supportive Skinner was in letting her pick out her 
'temporary' partner.  She told me about giving up her 
Donna Karen outfits in lieu of the dreadful maternity 
attire she was forced to wear.  And how helpful the 
Gunmen were.  They were so irritatingly helpful; she 
made them put the crib together.  It took them two 
days to put it together and then another three after 
it collapsed.  Thank God it was only a stuffed animal 
she put in there and not actual baby.  That must have 
been a sight.  They could construct a virtual computer 
game that kills, but couldn't put a simple baby crib 
together. 

She told me about the gifts she received at the baby 
shower her mom and Tara threw for her.  The strangest 
gift came from the Gunmen; it was a toy robot that 
mimics a baby's movements, kind of like a virtual 
friend.  It sounded kind of cool.  Obviously, they 
have never been around an infant before.  They don't 
move all that much.  

I really wanted to know about her eating habits while 
she was pregnant.  I just knew she couldn't eat just 
non-fat tofutti rice Dreamsicles, yogurt with bee 
pollen and salads all nine months.  So, when I asked 
her, she blushed, gave a shy smile and said "I didn't 
need a paternity test to tell me he's your son Mulder, 
I had the biggest cravings for David's Sunflower 
Seeds, Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey Ice Cream, greasy 
hamburgers, corn dogs and you know me Mulder I hate 
that stuff!  Will couldn't get enough of it.  Thank 
you very much Mulder, I was as big as a goddamn 
house!" I had the biggest shit-eating grin on my face.  
I loved that.  

She told me about how she went into labor two weeks 
early and couldn't reach her mother.  She had to rely 
on the three stooges to help her.  Frohike took her to 
the hospital while Byers and Langly tracked her mother 
down.  Turns out, the one time her mother step out and 
forgets her pager is the only time it goes off.  
Scully was going to have the baby naturally and thanks 
to her mother's influence over her, quickly realized 
how wonderful an epidural can be.

And then she told me how beautiful our son was.  So 
small and sweet.  When the doctor handed him over to 
her after the delivery, she thought that he was the 
most beautiful baby in the world.  She never thought 
she could fall in love that fast with someone she just 
met. 

She was smiling as she recalled all of the good 
moments that she would one day tell her son.  I got a 
good visual of what it must have been like for her and 
smiled as well. 

She was deep in thought when all of a sudden she said 
"Oh I forgot something."  She jumped off the chair and 
went to her bag.  After scrounging around for a bit 
she came back with her wallet.  She opened it up and 
pulled a picture out of one of the sleeves.  It was a 
picture of Will at two months of age.  He was wearing 
jean coveralls and a bright yellow shirt.  He was on 
Scully's bed with a rattle in his hand, smiling and 
was looking right into the camera with those clear 
blue eyes.  Scully wasn't lying, he is a beautiful 
child.  I'm already in love with him.  It just makes 
my need to find him that much greater.

~~~

Afterwards they decided to take a nap before heading 
back towards FBI headquarters.  They were both in bed, 
with Mulder spooned up behind Scully.  Holding on to 
each other so tight you couldn't tell where one ended 
and the other began.

A piece of paper was slipped under the door.  

~~~

End of part 8

Feedback is better than chocolate.  Sometimes!   
Crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (9/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



I was entwined with Scully when I awoke.  It felt 
wonderful to wake up with her in my arms.  I could 
still smell the shampoo she used from her shower 
earlier.  I breathe in her scent; I recognize it as 
lavender.  Even though we've only been asleep for a 
few hours.  I felt revitalized.  I look back at a 
still sleeping Scully and tenderly brush a strand of 
hair from her face.  She already looks a hundred 
percent better than she did back at the conference 
room. In fact, she looks intoxicating lying there with 
her hair fanned out over my chest.  

I was on my back; her head nestled against my chest 
and her hand resting on my abdomen.  It was still 
daylight when we decided to take a nap.  I had to 
close the hotel curtains before we slipped into bed, 
but it didn't close all the way.  A stream of light 
filtered in through the crack and glistened off her 
hair.  She was glowing.  I felt a twinge in my groin, 
but knew that this was not the time to acknowledge it.  
I tightened my grip and just lay there for a while 
looking at her.  After a little while, I slowly roll 
her off me, careful as to not wake her and get up off 
the bed.  I'm a bit stiff from lying in one position, 
so I stretch and rolled my head to loosen up when I 
spot something near the door.  I go to pick it up.

It was a note.



If you want information regarding 
your son's whereabouts, come to 
364 Hegal Street, Apt. B-7
8:00 tonight. Alone. 



I immediately rush over to Scully and wake her.  
"Scully wake up."  

Still consumed by sleep, she whispers in a rough 
voice, "Mulder?"

I kneel down and try to sound calm but failing 
miserably "Scully, you have to get up." 

She recognized the panic in my voice and sat up 
immediately.  "What's the matter Mulder?  Did Skinner 
call?  Did they find him?" 

"No.  Skinner didn't call."  I didn't give her a 
chance to comment.  "Look."  I showed her the note.

She stared at the piece of paper in front of her "Oh 
my God Mulder.  Where did you find this?"

"Someone slipped it under the door while we were 
sleeping."

Scully turns her attention from the note to me "But 
know one knows we're even here?"
 
"Except Skinner."

"Mulder you can't possibly think . . ."

I finish her sentence ". . .that he would be involved?  
No I don't think so, but we both know who influences 
his actions."

"Krycek?  Why would he go through the trouble?  He's 
been out of sight for as long as you've been gone."

"That's what we're going to find out."  I stand up and 
pace around the room.

"Are you sure we should do this?  I mean, we don't 
know what his intentions are or if he even knows 
anything about Will?  Mulder, what if it's a trap?"

"It's the only way.  We're going to have to back each 
other up.  Are you up for it?"

With a sad smile she says "I've been up for it for ten 
months partner." 

She glances over at the clock.  It reads 6:00PM.  "We 
better get dressed."  She hurries off the bed to and 
grabs her clothes out of her overnight bag and goes to 
the bathroom to change.  But before she enters, she 
turns her head and says, "It's nice to have you back 
Agent Mulder."

I smirk back, "Me too Agent Scully."  And start to 
change when she closes the door.  Scully walks out of 
the bathroom wearing her Donna Karen black suit and 
white button up top.  As I'm tying my shoes, she goes 
back into her bag and takes out her gun.  

"You might need this."  She hands me the gun. 

Thinking it's her gun I say "Scully, what about you?"  

"Mulder, it's your gun."  She takes another gun out of 
the bag.

I take a good look at the one in my hand.  It is my 
gun.

"I thought I had this on me in the forest." 

"You did."  With a questioning look, she continues.

"I went back to Bellefleur" she pauses for just a 
moment "to search for any clues and found your gun.  
Oh, and this."  She turns back towards the bag and 
takes out my badge.  As she's handing it to me, I see 
that she's not looking at me; she's looking at the 
badge, remembering when she found it.

She must have been so horrified to find those things 
and no other trace of me.  "Scully . . . " I don't 
know what to say, but I pull her into an embrace, hold 
her against my chest and kiss her head.  "I'm so sorry 
for all of the pain you've had to go through because 
of me." 

She pulls away abruptly and says in a sarcastic tone, 
"Just like you to blame yourself Fox Mulder.  Like you 
had a choice in the matter.  Did they open the door to 
the spacecraft and ask you if you wanted to go and 
play with them instead of staying here with me?"

"I did have a choice Scully."

"Like hell you did!  Mulder, you didn't know they were 
going to abduct you."

I had to turn away from her.  

She walks up behind me.  "Mulder, what is it?  Is 
there something you're not telling me?

How can she read me so easy?  I gather up my courage, 
turn around and tell her what I told Skinner about 
being kidnapped as a child.  

In an all too calm voice she says, "So you're telling 
me that you think 'they' abducted you and brought you 
back?"

I nod and let her continue.

"Why would they return you and why didn't you ever 
tell me about it?"

Frustrated because I don't really have an adequate 
answer, I stare at the floor.  "I don't know why they 
returned me and I didn't tell you because . . ."  I 
threw my hands up in the air.  "I don't know why."

In a sarcastic tone, which gains my attention, she 
says, "Yes you do."  I look up to see the expression 
on her face change to disdain.  "It's because you 
didn't think I would believe you, isn't it.  Because 
with everything we have gone through you didn't trust 
me enough to tell me something this important."  She 
was seething.

My frustration turns into anger.  *How could she think 
I don't trust her when she is the only one I trust?  
How can I make her see that?*

"I wasn't sure it was true, not until I woke up in the 
hospital."  She turns away from me and I grab her by 
her arms and turn back around so she's facing me.  I 
look straight into her eyes and see unshed tears in 
place of anger.  I am taken aback by her swift change 
in emotions.  "I do trust you Scully.  You know that."  
I cup her face with my hands.  "I trust you with my 
life.  Don't ever doubt that."  Her tears flow freely 
down her face as I wipe them away with my thumb and 
lean down to kiss her.


End of part 9

I can't believe I actually wrote a hotel room scene 
without any hanky panky.  What was I thinking?  
Will write for feedback!  Crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (10/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



We arrive at the address indicated on the note. It's 
an old dilapidated apartment building with large 
cracks on the exterior walls and broken windows all 
around.  It looks as if it's going to collapse at any 
moment.  I would hesitate going in any further if it 
not for the possibility that our son might be in 
there.  

We walk up the steps of the building and quickly 
glance at each other for reassurance.  I walk through 
the entrance with Scully behind me.  Even though it's 
dark, I can tell that the walls are heavily stained 
and the adhesive on the wallpaper is curling off.  A 
whiff of an indescribable odor assaults my senses; I 
assume it's coming from the vagrant sleeping under the 
stairs.  I envy Scully's ability to take no notice of 
the smell.  

We walk up the stairs to the second floor and I knock 
on apartment B-7.  With a creak, the door opens.  We 
glance at each other once again, speaking volumes with 
just one look,  *something's not right*.  We drew our 
guns.  I went in first and then Scully.  

The only light in the room came from the moonlight 
filtering in through the windows casting a bluish 
haze.  I feel a chill go through me giving me goose 
bumps.  I have a feeling it doesn't have anything to 
do with the lack of glass on the windows.

"Hello?"  

No one answers and I curse under my breath.  We're 
being jerked around.  It's nothing new, but there's a 
lot at stake here.  I try again only a little bit 
louder.  "Is anyone here?"

"I see you made it right on time."

We point our weapons towards a voice coming from a 
dark corner in the room.  "Show yourself." Scully 
calls out.  

I recognize that sultry voice as Marita Covarrubias.  
"Marita?"

I hear the click of her heals, as she walks in front 
of the window allowing us to see her, "Long time no 
see, Agent Mulder."

Sounding puzzled Scully says, "*You* sent us the 
note?"

"No, I didn't."

"Then who did."

"I did."  

The voice came from behind us.  I slowly turn around.
With a voice dripping with disgust, "Krycek."

I turn my gun on Krycek while Scully keeps her gun on 
Marita.  I would love to just pull the trigger, but I 
refrain, he has something I want.  And by the smirk on 
his face, the rat-bastard knows it.

"Welcome back Mulder, I see your memory is intact."  
He slithers, like the snake he is, around us, and 
steps next to Marita.  "Sorry we couldn't give you a 
nicer reception."  He points to our guns.  "Would you 
mind putting those away?  It's kind of distracting."

We lower our weapons and Scully takes a step forward 
"What do you want?"

"I think it's more what you want Agent Scully."

"Where's my son?"

The look Marita gives Krycek is one of annoyance.  I 
can't help but wonder what her part in all this is.  
She steps in front of him.  "That's why we're here.  
We want to help you."

Disbelieving, Scully says, "You want to help us."  It 
wasn't a question.

"We're on the same side here."

"Since when?"

"Since they used me like a lab rat and left me for 
dead when their tests on me weren't working to their 
advantage.  As I recall, that happened to you too 
Agent Scully."  She didn't allow room for comment, "I 
wasn't happy with what they did to me.  It took me a 
while to recover, but I'm back now and I want 
retribution."

Dripping with cynicism, Scully says, "So, you're 
switching sides.  Is that it?"

I turn with look full of contempt and say, "What's 
your reasoning Krycek?  You do nothing without getting 
something in return."  

"Let's just say, I'm no one's errand boy."

"So you're taking CGB Spender's place.  Is that it?  
Replacing the old with the new?"

"I'm doing what's in my best interest, and at the 
moment, it's to make sure you get your child back."

"You disappeared, plain out of sight for the entire 
time Mulder was missing.  Why are you so helpful all 
of a sudden?"

"I want all of the plans that *Smoking Bastard* made," 
the corners of his lips turns upward slightly "to go 
up in smoke?"

Startled, Scully asks, "Are you telling me all of this 
was planned right from the start?  The pregnancy?  
Mulder's abduction?  Taking the baby?  All by CGB 
Spender?  From the grave?"

A puff of air escapes his lips; "You can't possibly be 
surprised by this revelation."

She ignored his comment "Why take Mulder?"

"The Rebels aliens oppose Colonization, because they 
themselves are a race colonized."

"The Colonists are a threat to the Rebels, Mulder was 
a threat to the Colonists, therefore . . ." Awareness 
passes through Scully features as she interrupts 
Marita words, "If the Colonists have Mulder then the 
Rebels would be at a great disadvantage."

Trying to sound forthright, Krycek says "Had I known 
that, I never would've leaded you to the aliencraft 
Mulder." 

"If I was such a threat, why take me ten months ago?"

Marita takes a step forward, "I believe they wanted to 
test your abilities for themselves, they didn't trust 
CGB Spender."

"Well, then they must have been disappointed.  I don't 
have that ability anymore."

Scully turns to me with a questioning look "Mulder, if 
you had nothing to offer why would they keep you for 
that long a time?"

"I believe they did test me to see if I had the 
ability read minds like I once did.  But then they 
found out about your impending birth and decided to 
keep me until they we're able to take the baby from 
you.  Maybe they thought with me out of the picture, 
there would be no one to protect Will.  And when the 
perfect opportunity presented itself . . ." 

Scully interrupts me. "Then why wait three months?"

"They didn't."

Scully and I both look at Krycek in shock.  With her 
eyes wide open she whispers, "When?" 

"When you were at the hospital shortly after giving 
birth.  The Bounty Hunter posing as a nurse was going 
to take him." I see the shock on Scully's face and I 
know she must want to cry.  I take her hand and give 
it a squeeze to let her know that I'm here.  

"Why didn't he succeed?" I had to know.

"I was watching out for the baby."

"You killed him?"

With what I can only describe a sinister smile; Krycek 
says, "It's what I do best."

"Then what happened at the day care?"  

Marita says, "There was a leak that the Colonists were 
going to strike again.  The Rebels didn't want him to 
fall into their hands and they were able to get to 
Will before the Colonists were."

Scully closes her eyes for a moment, opens them, 
shakes her head and with a huff says, "The lesser of 
two evils."

A thought comes to my mind "Wait, the abductees 
weren't supposed to comeback.  Why did I?" I turn my 
head from Marita to Krycek.

"The rules changed.  They figured if they released 
you, then you would lead them straight to the Rebels 
and the child."

Frustrated with our incessant questioning, Krycek 
starts to pace around, "Don't you get it?  He's the 
one."  He stops and turns to me, "He has the potential 
to save mankind from colonization."

Marita takes over, "At first the Rebels needed a 
hybrid because they were immune to the *Black Oil*.  
The Colonists wanted the hybrid to use as a slave 
race.  Cassandra Spender was the first hybrid.  
However, Will is different, he is the first human 
being protected against the virus." 

"The birth of a child by two people immune to the 
alien virus becomes immune to it as well.  Your child 
is the first of its kind, being a male child makes him 
even more valuable to them."

Upset and disgusted that their child is being used, 
Scully spits out "He is an infant, not a pawn."

I feel the heat of anger build up inside me at the 
thought of our child being used like this.  "Why in 
the hell should I believe a damn thing you're saying?"

"Because we both want the same thing . . ."

"And that would be?" I interrupt.

"Preventing colonization."

"That was the Consortium's mission and they failed 
miserably.  What makes you think you can do any 
better?"

"They failed because they underestimated the Rebels 
hatred for the Colonists.  The Rebels were anxious to 
have the Consortium on their side and they were double 
crossed." 

"How do you know all this?" 

"I'm a man with many talents Mulder, surely you know 
that by now."

Scully says in a matter-of-fact tone, "You've been 
working with the Rebels haven't you?"  

"I've been around long enough to know whose sides I 
need to be on when this comes to fruition."  

"How do we get our son back?"

"We eliminate the reason for them to have your son in 
the first place.  If you can duplicate the chemicals 
in his blood, you'll have the most powerful tool in 
your hands."

"The vaccine."

"Yes the vaccine.  The boy would not be in danger, 
because he wouldn't be a threat and if you use the 
vaccine to start inoculating the population, 
colonization cannot occur."

"How do we find him?"


End of 10

What do you think?  Is Krycek the wolf in sheep's 
clothing or is he really one of the good guys?  You 
let me know!  Crmv@aol.com  





Coming Back To You (11/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



"The Rebels don't usually stay in one location for too 
long, to prevent the Colonists from getting a lock on 
their location.  They're getting ready to move soon.  
We'll have to act fast."

"How fast?"

"They move out in 72 hours."

"Then lets go?" We start moving towards the door, when 
Krycek puts his right hand up to stop me. 

"Wait just a minute.  They're not just going to let 
you waltz in there and take your son back.  We have to 
set up a deal."

"What kind of deal."  I'm getting more aggravated by 
the moment. 

"You get your son back on the condition that you come 
up with a vaccine.  Once you have the vaccine, you'll 
give us all your samples and the formula to make more.  
Then all three of you can run off into the sunset for 
all I care."

"And if we refuse?"

"I don't think you want to ask that question."

"No deal Krycek."  I'm not playing by his rules.  
"Once we are able to put the vaccine together.  *WE* 
will spread it to the public ourselves."

"They won't go for that." 

I can't believe the audacity "How do we know it will 
stay in the right hands?"

"I'm kind of attached to my freedom at the moment."

I open my mouth to say something when Scully steps up 
to me, looking at Krycek.  "Give us a moment."  Scully 
places her hand on my elbow and escorts me out into 
the hallway where we can talk to me more privately.

I'm immediately concerned "What is it Scully?"

In almost a whisper she says,  "I don't want to trust 
*them* with our son's life anymore than you do Mulder, 
but at the moment we don't have much of a choice."

"Scully, do you know what you're saying?"  

"Mulder, I want my son back . . . don't you?"

"It's a deal with the devil Scully. What if he double 
crosses us?"

Still looking into my eyes, her eyes cloud up with 
emotion and I notice the desperation there, "And what 
if he's telling the truth and they leave their 
location?  We may lose him for good."

I know that she just wants to have her son back with 
her, where she can care and nurture him.  I can't deny 
her that.  I can't deny myself that.

"Okay Scully."  *You win.*

We walk back into the room.  "When do we go?"

Krycek glances over at Scully and then me.  "I don't 
think Scully should come with us."

"Like hell I'm not."

"Scully you have a microchip implanted in your neck.  
What if the Colonists track us because of it?"  

Realization came to her; looking defeated she turned 
around and walked a few steps not saying a word for a 
moment, then turned back around.  She looks at me with 
such sympathy and says, "He's right Mulder, I'm a 
threat to the baby."

I don't want to leave her.  Look at where that got me 
last time.  I turn away from her and pace.  

I need to think ahead of the game.  

Scully tries to stop me.  "Mulder . . ."

I stop pacing and look at her, "No way Scully.  That 
would put you in more danger."  I'm not leaving room 
for them to take her now that we're together.  

"How?"

"What if they go after you?"

"Why would they do that?  They're after the baby not 
me."

"Because you *could* have another child who would be 
immune as well."  I know I'm entering dangerous 
territory here.  I don't even know where *we* stand or 
if she would want another child, but I have to make my 
point.

She looks down at the floor thinking for a moment 
before speaking, "So killing me could eliminate any 
chances for developing a cure."

I place my hand on her shoulder and she looks up.  
"Besides, when we get him back, he's going to need his 
mother.  I don't even know how to take care of an 
infant."  

She nods her acceptance.
 
I look over at Krycek and Marita, with a voice that 
doesn't leave room for argument I say, "When do we 
go?"

"First thing in the morning.  We need to be there by 
nightfall."  He goes into his pocket for something.  
"Meet us there."  Krycek hands me a piece of paper 
with the directions and time on it.  Much like the one 
from the hotel.

I nod my understanding.  Scully walks out and I guide 
her out of the apartment with my hand on the small of 
her back.  

We go back to the hotel, but Scully wants to go home, 
to her apartment.

And she wants me to go with her.

"Scully, I don't think this is the best time to do 
that."  I don't want her to breakdown.  I thought she 
needed it, but she's my strength.  If she breaks down, 
what am I?

She walks up to me and places her hand in mine.  
"Mulder, I know what you're thinking and you're 
probably right.  We don't know what to expect 
tomorrow.  I need to do this."  She squeezed her hand 
"*WE* need to do this."

'Okay Scully, for you, always for you.'  I nod and we 
pack up our things to head home.

Scully's been away from her apartment a few days.  I 
doubt she has any eatable food left in the fridge.  I 
suggest we stop off at an all-night diner. "Mulder, 
I'm really not that hungry."  Neither am I, but I 
won't voice it.  We both need to get something now 
because I don't think we are going to be able to eat 
once we go through her front door.  Trying to sound 
sympathetic, "Lets just try to eat something."  She's 
too tired to argue.  

We stop off at a diner and eat in silence.  We both 
have a lot on our minds to process.  

I'm worried about Scully.  It's been over 72 hours 
since the Rebels took Will.  I can tell she's scared.  
I don't think she can think straight right now.  First 
and foremost she's a mother.  She can't be thinking on 
what a great impact our son is having on the survival 
of the human race.  Especially when he's not here.  

Secondly, Scully is a scientist.  She's the one who's 
going to have to come up with the formula using our 
son's blood.  Even though she realizes this, I don't 
think the impact of what just went on back in that 
apartment with Krycek and Marita has hit her yet.  

Hell, it hasn't hit me yet.

Our son, a little baby, barely 3 months old has the 
potential within him to save the world.  It's mind-
boggling; it's also a lot of pressure to put on 
someone.  


End of 11

I bet you thought they we're going to leave poor 
Scully behind.  So did I and then I came to my senses!
Crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (12/17)
By Marlen 

See disclaimers in part one.



As Scully drives us to her apartment; too many 
questions travel through my mind.  Is this a course 
Scully and I were destined to be on?  To be the 
parents of a child who is the only hope for the future 
of all mankind?  Could this have been predicted?  If 
so, could we have prevented it?  Would we want to? Can 
we control what happens next?  Are we helpless to 
change it?  

I get our bags and we walk towards her door.  I'm glad 
she still wants me with her.  We belong together.  
There's no one else I can imagine being with.  

I know she doesn't want to discuss what will happen 
with us till we get our son back.  'Our son'.  I 
haven't met him yet, but the words naturally roll off 
my tongue.  I have the picture of Will Scully gave me 
in my jacket pocket. I don't want to cause Scully 
anymore pain, so I look at it when I'm alone which 
isn't often.  I've pretty much ingrained his image in 
my memory.  

Unfortunately, he's got my thick, unruly, dark brown 
hair.  It annoys the hell out of me.  It's a little 
longer now, than I remember last; a piece of it keeps 
falling in front of my eyes.  The first chance I get; 
I'm running to the Barber.

I think the jury is still out on the nose.  It's a 
small generic stub of a baby nose and can change with 
age.

He's got Scully's smile though.

I can count on my hand the number of times I have 
encountered an honest to god Scully smile, but when I 
do, it brightens up my dark and gloomy world and fills 
my heart with joy. 

He also has Scully's eyes.  

Those crystal clear, blue orbs that make my legs turn 
into Jell-O.  I can get completely lost in the depths 
of those eyes.

As we enter her apartment, my thoughts turn to Scully 
and her massive ability to hold it together while I 
was gone.  
 
"How did you do it?"

She stops and with a questioning look and says, "Do 
what?"

"How were you able to handle the pregnancy alone?"

She smiles briefly, "I wasn't alone . . . not really."  
She takes my hand and leads me to the couch and we 
sit.  "I had my family's support."  I start to speak, 
but refrain by her glare, "Even though Bill's a jerk, 
he does have his moments."  I look at her skeptically.  
"Now who's the skeptic?" She smiles again, but it 
fades quickly as she surveys the room.

I suspect Ms. Scully cleaned the place up a little 
when she got Scully's overnight bag.  She did a good 
job.  If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't think a 
baby lived here with Scully.  

But Scully knows.  

As soon as we walked through the door, she sees all of 
the evidence that a baby was here.  There's a brand 
new playpen, folded up and leaning against the wall.  
Next to it is a box.  It has a picture of a baby in a 
high chair eating proudly.  I hope we'll get a chance 
to use it. 

There's also a smell in the air; the scent is a 
mixture between baby powder and ivory soap, it 
permeates everything.  

Scully gets up and walks to towards the fireplace.  It 
seems as if she's going to start a fire, but she 
doesn't, she looks at the mantel.  There are picture 
frames all across it.  Funny, I never paid attention 
to them before.  There's one of Scully and her parents 
at her graduation.  She seemed happy to be graduating.  
I had an opposite reaction; I didn't want to leave, 
that meant I had to face the real world and Samantha's 
disappearance.

There's another one of her whole family before her 
father died.  Before I entered her life and changed 
it.  The part of her life that resides in that 8 =AB by 
11 frame is gone forever.  She has a chance to be part 
of a family again.  

We both do.

She runs her index finger down one side of a silver 
frame.  It's a picture of Will, similar to the one I 
have.  Her eyes linger there for a bit as if it might 
come to life at any moment.  She leaves the mantel and 
walks towards the front door to pick up her bag and 
proceeds to leave the room.  As she passes by me and 
solemnly says, "Make yourself at home Mulder.  There's 
a box with some of your clothes in the hall closet.  I 
kept it here, just in case."  That's my Scully, always 
prepared. "I'm going to go take a shower." and heads 
to the bedroom.  

I go into the box in the closet and find a pair of 
jogging pants and a t-shirt to change into.  Shortly 
afterwards I hear the shower and reluctantly drift off 
to sleep on her couch.

I awake in a jolt from a nightmare.  Scully, Will and 
I were in the yard of our house.  He was a toddler and 
we're playing with him in the yard.  The three of us 
are smiling and laughing until I hear a roar and 
darkness passes over us.  I look up and see a 
spaceship.  All of a sudden I see Scully hold Will's 
hand and walk towards the ship.  I try to yell at 
them.  They can't hear me.  I try to move, but I'm 
paralyzed.  I have to watch in horror while they are 
engulfed in light and slowly disappear from my view.  

I shake my head.  *It's only a dream.*

That's when I hear something.  At first I think it's 
the TV, but it isn't on.  Then I realize it's coming 
from the bedroom.  A thousand scenarios rush through 
my mind as I get up off the couch and make a dash for 
her bedroom.  I see that she's not in her bed.  It 
hasn't been slept in.  Panic rises up my spine and 
before I can call her name, I hear a sniff.  

I turn my head and see Scully.  She's sitting on the 
floor with her back against the wall.  A white laced 
bassinet is next her.  She's staring at a little brown 
bear in her hands. 

"Scully?"

She sniffs and wipes her eyes, "Did I wake you?"

I stare at her and say quietly, "No.  You didn't."

She's doesn't look up "I bought this shortly after I 
found out I found out we were having a boy.  I passed 
by a store front window, saw it and knew it would be 
perfect for him."

Tightening her grip on the bear, "I miss him Mulder.  
I don't know if I can go through this again."  

It tears me up inside to see her in any kind of pain.  
But this is unbearable, I have to comfort her in 
anyway I can.  I sit down next to her, put my arms 
around her and hold her while she cries.  Her head is 
against my chest and I rock back and forth slowly, 
whispering, "I know, I know" and kiss her head.

I can't understand how so much sadness can happen to 
such a wonderful and caring person.  She doesn't 
deserve this. She never deserved this.  If she hadn't 
come through that basement door eight years ago, she 
would probably be happily married with a couple of 
kids and a medicine practice to boot.  Instead, she's 
on the floor with me crying her heart out, because I 
had to follow a fucking spaceship in Oregon.  

Through her tears she says, "Mulder?"

"Hm?"

"Would you promise me something?"

I haven't a clue as to what she's going to say and I 
don't want make a promise I can't keep. "What?"

She wipes her tear-streaked cheeks with her hands, 
"Promise me no matter what happens, you won't wallow 
in self-guilt."

I shake my head.  How can she read me so well?  I 
don't know what to say "Scully . . ." my voice fills 
with emotion.

In a calm steady voice, "I know you Mulder.  You can 
carry this guilt to the grave if need be.  I don't 
want you to blame yourself for any of this."  She 
moves out of my hold, cocks her eyebrow and stares 
into my eyes as if she can sum up a powerful spell 
just by her stare, "Do you hear me?"  I look down and 
I don't answer her question.  How can I promise her 
that?  It *is* my fault.  

Suddenly, I realize that this isn't the same person I 
just held until she stopped crying, this is my partner 
Agent Scully, queen of denial speaking.  "This is 
something that was out of our hands.  You're not 
responsible for what happened to Will."  

She takes my hand. "Look, you are *not* responsible 
for my abduction, my sister's death, the cancer, and 
Emily.  You *are* responsible however, for being there 
for me when I needed you.  "When it counted."  She 
cups her hands on my face and with glistening eyes, 
looks at me with such certainty.  "And you *are* 
responsible for loving me and we created a life from 
that love.  You're responsible for the good in my 
life, not the bad."

I am blinded by my love for this amazing woman.  How I 
can be so lucky, I'll never know.  *You do keep me 
guessing Scully.*  Before I can get any other thought 
in my brain she says, "I love you Mulder and I've 
missed you so much."  A single tear streaks down her 
face, I take my hand to wipe it off and tell her "I'll 
love you for as long as I live."

Showing me her vulnerability she whispers, "I need you 
Mulder."  She doesn't need to say any more.  I slowly 
ease my mouth down and give her a sweet gentle kiss.  
I pull back up and our eyes lock on one another, I 
hold onto her hand to help her up, she places the bear 
in the crib and we walk towards the bed.  

Our eyes are still locked when Scully takes her 
pajamas off.  Her top followed by her drawstring 
bottoms.  I imitate her actions and shortly after 
we're in bed.  

I repeat the words of adoration she just spoke to me 
in my head 'I love you Mulder' and the desperation in 
her voice as she says 'I need you Mulder.' I need you 
to fill in the hole in my heart.

I see that her needs are met by making soft passionate 
love to her.  It's not intense or filled with 
ferocity.  It's filled with hope.  A hope that no more 
tragedy is bestowed upon us and tomorrow we find our 
son to start a life we have only dreamt about.

After we are sated, she snuggles up to me and rests 
her cheek against my chest.  She has one arm wrapped 
around my midsection and I have mine wrapped around 
her holding her tight.  It's as if we're both afraid 
to let go for even a second. 

She is almost asleep when I take my hand and brush a 
strand of hair off her face and place it behind her 
ear.  Before sleep also takes me in, I whisper to her 
"We will find him and bring him home.  I promise you 
Scully."


End of 12

I have received tons of e-mail inquiring when and if 
the "act" would take place.  Sorry for not going into 
detail with the smut, but I thought they way I wrote 
it was appropriate for this story.  
Feedback would just make my day at crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (13/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimers in part one.



The light coming from the window assaults my eyes.  I 
shut them tight and pull my pillow over my face.  I 
place my hand to touch the warmth of her body, but 
touch the sheets instead.  Panic arises my senses as I 
think of all of the nightmares I have ever had where 
Scully disappears from me never to return.  After a 
moment passes I hear her voice as clear as day "You 
never were a morning person Mulder."  I hear the humor 
in her voice and know without looking that she must be 
suppressing a smile.

I breathe a sigh of relief of my irrationality and 
mumble through my pillow, "If I remember correctly, 
neither were you."

She says in a sad quiet voice "Yah, well ... things 
change."  Realizing what she meant by that, I pull the 
pillow down from my face and with an apologetic look, 
she changes the subject, "Do you want some coffee?"

I nod and she hands me a mug and I take a sip.  I 
notice she's already dressed in black slacks and a 
fitted white shirt.  "How long have you been up?" 
 
"Not too long, I thought I would let you sleep while I 
showered, made some coffee and re-packed my bag."

I place my coffee on the nightstand, get up and wrap 
my arms around her, pulling her close.  "I was worried 
for a second when you weren't there by my side."

"I'm always by your side Mulder." She says with a 
slight smile.  She escapes my hold and walks over to 
her bag and continues packing.

"What did you think?  That I would run off without 
you?"  She tries to make it sound like a joke.  She 
sees the seriousness in my look "Sorry, bad joke."

"Scully ..." I go to take hold of her arm, but she 
moves away and I miss only to grab air.  "I'm sorry, I 
..."

"Mulder, you don't have to apologize."

"Yes, I do."

"Mulder, we've been over this.  Let it go!"  

She gives me a pleading look and with that, I let it 
go and head to the bathroom for a shower. 

Shortly after, I walk out of the bathroom, clad only 
my jeans and go to my bag to get my shaving kit.  
"Have you seen my bag Scully?"

"Oh ya, it's right over there."  Without even looking 
up she points towards the bed.  "I hope you don't 
mind, but I needed the space in my bag for Will's 
things and you had more room in yours.  I put my 
medical supplies in it."

"I don't mind at all."  

Scully finishes packing and I stand there thinking how 
nice it is to see her unguarded like this.  It seems 
strangely domestic.  *I wonder what she would say if 
...* I walk towards her determined to finish the 
sentence in my mind.  "Scully I ..." and at that same 
moment she says "Mulder, I ..." as she turns around 
and smacks right into my bare chest, she lifts her 
head and we chuckle for a bit. 

"Go ahead." She says.

"No, you first ..." I say to her.  Her mouth opens to 
protest, but then she closes it and then she starts to 
talk.  "Mulder ... I was thinking that maybe you 
wouldn't ... I mean you don't have to rush ... you 
know ... um ..."  She looks away because she's nervous 
and I fight the urge to grin.  "getting another 
apartment ... you could stay here ... until you're 
settled."

"You sure I wouldn't be a burden?"

She moves back to pick up her bag and sets it on the 
floor.  "Well, I know you can be a pain-in-the-ass 
sometimes, but as long as you don't throw pencils up 
at the ceiling, carelessly toss clothes about the 
place and get in my way; you would be a burden."  
She's teasing, I know she is.  She is, right?  

She turns around to face me and I see her resist a 
smirk on her face.  Okay, she was kidding.  "Actually 
I have a few empty drawers that need filling."

I take a step closer. "Oh really?"  I say with almost 
a whisper, "And what if I said no?"  

"Actually you didn't say yes."  She reminds me taking 
a step closer. 

I beam at her, take her hand and kiss her palm.  She 
melts at that simple gesture.  "Yes, I would love to 
stay here with you.  In fact, I was going to ask you 
the same thing."  

Her eyes brightened up at that "Really?"  

"Well, not exactly the same thing.  I was hoping it 
could be more permanent."

With a smile she says, "Let's just take one step at a 
time okay?"

Her features turn solemn.  "Mulder, I know you didn't 
want anyone to know what we're about to do, but maybe 
we should call the Gunmen, let them know what's going 
on."

I look at her sternly and she places her hand upon my 
chest. "In case something happens.  We need someone we 
trust to know."

"I don't want to endanger them."

"How are we going to put them in danger?"  She doesn't 
give me a chance to answer.  "Mulder, if anything, we 
are in more danger by not letting anyone know where we 
are going."

She's right.  

"Okay, but we'll stop by and tell them in person.  I 
don't want to risk using any other means of 
communication."

She nods and we finish getting ready and leave.

~~~

After telling the guys what we were going to do.  They 
look at the both of us as if we just told them the 
moon is made out of cheese.  

Langly strike first "Are you crazy man?  How can you 
fall for that?" 

Byers takes his turn "They're just looking for a way 
to get to you."  

Followed by Frohike  "This could be nothing but one 
big trap."  

"That is why we're telling you."

"And you expect us to just sit around waiting for us 
to be right?  We need to cover your back."

"We cannot compromise your safety in any way.  If it 
weren't for Scully, we wouldn't have even told you.  
Besides, it's not like you can follow us."

There is an uncomfortable silence for what seems like 
a few minutes, but is only a few seconds before Byers 
speaks up "Give us a minute." They huddle up together 
like football players after a play.  

Scully and I glimpse at each other curiously.  Scully 
looks back at the Gunmen and says dubiously, "What are 
they doing?  Are they having a huddle?"

I squint my eyes and smirk at them, "No, I think it's 
more like a menage a trois."

Byers pop's his head up "I heard that!"

They break up their little huddle and then Frohike 
speaks up "Why don't we monitor you from here."

Scully looks over at Byers questioningly, "I know this 
may be a stupid question, but how do you plan on doing 
that?"

Frohike, Langly, and Byers look at each other with 
smug faces and then look over at us smiling 
mischievously. 



End of 13

Feedback.  Feedback.  Feedback.  Need I say any more?  
Crmv@aol.com 





Coming Back To You (14/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



"Great we finally get a chance to use it."

"Will it work?"

"Of course it will."

"How do you know?  We've never used it before."

"I just know, okay?"

We sit down and Scully whispers to me "What in the 
hell are they talking about?"  I shrug.  That's what I 
want to know "Use what guys?"

Langly finally tells us what they're so enthusiastic 
over.  "It's our latest creation or shall we say an 
improved version of GPD tracking."

Scully clarifies "Global Positioning Device?"  

"Yup, kind of like a smaller, but stronger version of 
Lo-Jack."

Frohike holds up something that looks like a grain of 
rice.  "This is a transmitter which can be placed on a 
piece of clothing, jewelry, glasses etc.  You name it, 
we can put it there."

"Reminds me of Mission Impossible." Scully mumbles.  I 
smirk at that and add,  "Maybe they have a pen that 
explodes if clicked too many times."

Frohike hands me the chip and I examine it "Get out 
much guys?"

Frohike spits out, "Bite me Mulder!"

"You really need to improve on your pick up lines 
Frohike." He ignores my comments.

"We can follow you anywhere in the world with a stroke 
of a key on our computer."

"We can also hear you."  Langly brings out another 
tiny device.

"And that is?" 

He shows us something that looks like earplugs.  "So 
we can hear you and know if anything goes wrong.  Your 
hair is long enough and the device is so small, that 
no one will be able to detect."

"The only catch is, we can hear you but you can't hear 
us."

"How are you able to hear us from such a long 
distance?"

They go into a long and detailed explanation of how 
they hacked into NASA and are bouncing the radio waves 
or something from their satellite.  I stop paying 
attention to them and observe Scully's expression, I 
think Scully is sorry she asked because her look is 
somewhere between boredom and annoyance.  

I don't know if they notice her expression or not 
because they finally finish and get to work.  They 
place the nearly invisible devices on both of us lest 
we separate.  

"Will you still be able to continue tracking us once 
we get inside the facility?" Scully asks.

Byers looks towards her and answers, "Not knowing what 
the walls are made out of, we can't say for sure."

I get up from my chair "There's only one way to find 
out."


~~~


We leave the Gunmen and drive to the address on the 
note Krycek gave us. It leads us to a large abandoned 
warehouse.  It looks just as rundown as the apartment 
we met in last night.  Krycek must like being his own 
element.  I scoff.

I also notice that Marita is alone and I'm immediately 
suspicious.  As Scully and I approach Marita I ask in 
a not-so-polite tone "Where's Krycek?"

With all seriousness, "Don't worry Agent Mulder, he's 
on his way."  Don't worry?  Right.  "We'll be taking a 
helicopter as far as it'll take us, then we'll be 
transferring to SUV and drive rest of the way."  

I hate having to trust them on this.  I can't believe 
that they would do this out of the kindness of their 
heart.  They're opportunists.  I'll just have to watch 
them carefully.

"Lets go." She walks inside of the building and we 
cautiously follow.

We're on the roof when I catch sight of a helicopter 
approaching our direction. It settles on the roof and 
Krycek gets out of the cockpit.  *I'd like to know how 
he got that and when in the hell did he learn to fly?*  

He walks up to us dressed in all black.  "Ready?"

*Watch the Matrix one too many times, huh Krycek?*

"Ready."


End of 14

I know this is kind of short, but I didn't want to 
leave the three stooges entirely out of the picture.  
It was about time the LGM join in on the fun.  What's 
a good story without the three of them involved 
somehow, right?  Feedback at crmv@aol.com 



 

Coming Back To You (15/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



We are somewhere in the West Virginia Mountains.  As 
we are approaching our destination, I catch sight of 
the mountains.  The vision is breathtaking; Lush green 
trees, vast clear blue lakes and streams.  It's a sad 
realization that in the middle of such a picturesque 
and serene scene you have ominous danger bubbling 
underground.

Krycek and Marita explain that the Rebels have an 
underground facility in one of these mountains.  It's 
actually partly in the mountain and underground.  This 
is just one of uncountable locations they have 
throughout the world, used to escape the wrath of the 
Colonists who want what they have, a chance at 
defeating them once and for all.  

I'm all for conquering a race of aliens that want to 
turn us all into digestives; I just don't want it to 
be at the expense of our child.  

We land and as I get out of the helicopter I help 
Scully get down.  I feel a chill go through me.  
Scully has her black leather jacket on and I have my 
brown one.  I'm glad Scully made me grab it before we 
left.  As I grab our bags I take another glance at the 
peaceful surroundings of the mountains.  It's quiet, 
too quiet.  I don't even hear any of the natural 
nature sounds like birds chirping.  I just hear the 
wind whipping around us.

I see a black SUV nearby and we get in.  When we come 
to an edge of a forest, Krycek brings the car to a 
stop and Scully looks at him questioningly as he 
switched off the ignition, "From here, we walk."

As we get out and start the trek through the forest 
towards the mountains, I get a feeling of d=82j... vu.  By 
the fleeting look Scully gives me, she feels it too.  
I shake the sensation off, this time it's different.  
Changing my frame of thought I ask, "How far do we 
have to travel?"

"It's just about two miles till we reach their 
location."

Passing through the end of the forest we come across a 
cave, unsuspecting to the naked eye.  It's camouflaged 
with foliage, if I hadn't known it was there, I 
would've missed it. 

We enter the dark and dreary cave which leads to a 
plain steal door incased in rock.  We walk up to the 
door; there's a security lock on it.  Krycek takes a 
card out and slides it along the slot; the red light 
turns green and the door slides open. Scully glances 
at me with surprise and I nod letting her know I'm 
just as stunned.  What game is Krycek playing?  Our 
senses are on full alert.

We walk through the doorway and notice several 
corridors leading in different directions.  

"Which way?" 

"This way."  Evidently, Krycek has been here before 
and like sheep ready to be slaughtered, we follow.

We are walking down the hall and as we pass several 
rooms, I notice we haven't come across one living 
thing.  That strikes me as odd, but before I can 
vocalize my observance, Krycek approaches another 
steel type sliding door.  He takes his card and slides 
it down the lock, once again unlocking the door 
causing it to slide open.

We walk into the room and I hear Krycek curse under 
his breath.

"What's going on?"

"They're not here."  Krycek says with a surprised 
expression.

Scully's eyes widen with a sudden realization "They're 
gone!"

I grab Krycek by his jacket and throw him up against 
the wall.  "You son-of-a-bitch!  You lied to us!"  He 
slides down and puts his good hand up to block the 
blow I'm about to inflict upon him.  Marita runs up to 
me and grabs my arm "Mulder, no!  Wait.  We didn't."  
I ignore her protest and grab him again to pull him up 
to hold him alongside the wall.

Anger radiates throughout my body, "Where is he 
Krycek?  Where is my son?"

"I don't know where exactly, I just know he's here."

I tightened my grip on him, it would be so easy to ... 
no, I need answers.  "How come no one's here?  

"I don't know.  They should've been here, unless..."

I do not lessen my hold on him "Unless what?"

"Unless something happened..." he didn't get a chance 
to finish.  I let go of him when I felt a tremendous 
shaking, like we're in the middle of an earthquake.  
*In Western Virginia?*  

It calms down "What the hell was that?" Scully says 
regaining her balance.

"I don't know."

There is another monstrous tremble, bigger than the 
first.  I lose my balance and fall to the ground. It 
stops then starts again with more intensity than the 
last two combined.

I notice large cracks forming along the walls and 
ceiling.  Then pieces of cement start falling down on 
top of us.

The four of us run out of the room and down the hall 
to escape the debris.  I stop running after the quake 
stops to catch my breath.  Krycek does the same.  I 
notice it's just the two of us.  *Scully!*  "Where's 
Scully and Marita?"  

"I don't know, they were right behind us.  They 
could've gone down one of the other corridors?" 

We hear the starling noise of gunshots.

"Scully."

We dart down the many corridors to until we spot 
Marita running towards us.  "What happened? Where's 
Scully"  

"I don't know.  She must have gone down a different 
hallway."  She looks at Krycek.  "What happened?  I 
heard gunshots."

"I didn't come from us."

"It must have been Scully's gun that went off."

I look down the hall at either side of me. *Scully, 
where are you?*


End of 15

So, is this still retaining your attention?  Please 
let me know.:)

Crmv@aol.com   





Coming Back To You (16/17) 
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



The tremors ceased and we continue looking for Will 
and now Scully. Call it fatherly intuition; I still 
think Will's here and I hope to whatever deity is out 
there, that Scully is okay and has found him.  

I suddenly have a strange feeling.  Something's not 
right.  I don't know what it is.  I hope it's not 
Scully.  Oh please don't let it be Scully.

We walk about ten feet before we are struck by 
surprise.  Marita grabs Krycek and throws him against 
me with a force unfathomable.  I'm still trying to 
figure out what's happening when she grips my jack 
pulls me up by my jacket and tosses me like a rag 
doll.  

We both look back at Marita as she morphs into the 
Bounty Hunter.

*Shit!*

He heads towards us.  That fucking coward Krycek 
starts to take off and then I figure that's a good 
plan, so I follow suite.  The Bounty Hunter is too 
fast though.  He grabs Krycek and flings him on the 
ground and then I get the fortune of being hurled 
against the wall. 

My side hurts and I try to regain my breathing.  I see 
Krycek take something out of his pocket.  I can't tell 
what the object is; he attempts to use it, but is 
overpowered since he only has one arm.  He loses his 
balance and it gets knocked out of his hand as the 
Bounty Hunter tosses him across the ground.  It lands 
on the floor with a clang and I grab for it.  It's a 
stiletto-like weapon, I remember finding one just like 
it in our family's summer home in Quonochontaug some 
time ago. It's the only thing that seems to kill them.  

The Bounty Hunter strikes a blow to my back, knocking 
me down.  I hold on to the weapon and pull his feet 
under him, knocking him down to my level.  Opportunity 
arrives quickly and I pierce the base of his scull 
killing him instantly.  

Breathless, Krycek looks towards me "I told you they 
would track us."

"They must have gotten here *before* we arrived.  
That's why the Rebels weren't waiting for us."

I search the Bounty Hunter's body for anything that 
might help me find Will or Scully.  I reach into one 
of his pockets and pull out a key-card, just like the 
one Krycek has.

"Where do you think they might be?"

"I don't know.  Let's keep looking."

We hurry down through the corridors until we spot 
Marita.  She's lying on the floor, unconscious.

She finally comes to "What happened?"

I help her sit up "I was hoping you could tell us.  
What do you remember?"

"I remember running out of the room, going down this 
hall and then it all went blank."

"Do you remember seeing Scully with you?"

"She wasn't with me, maybe she went down one the other 
corridors?"

We explain to her our experience with the Bounty 
Hunter as we help her up.  "He must have knocked you 
out, then morphed into you to stop us from finding 
Will."

"That means the baby must still be here."

We continue down the corridors until we approach one 
different from the rest.  There are numerous doors on 
both sides of the hall.  All of them have security 
locks on them, similar to the one at the entrance.  
I'm too preoccupied to worry about Krycek and Marita.  
"Since you have a key as well, why don't you two go 
down one side looking in each room and I'll go down 
the other."  

I have looked into six rooms already and nothing.  All 
of the rooms are empty.  I walk up to the seventh door 
and notice that it's unlocked.  It slides open 
effortlessly.  I can't believe my eyes "Scully?"  Her 
back is turned away from me and at the sound of my 
voice she turns around holding a baby.  Our baby.  I 
remember him from the pictures.  She has him wrapped 
in a blue blanket.

I'm overjoyed.  I look from the baby to Scully.  She's 
seems so happy.  She's standing next to what looks 
like an incubator, similar to the ones they use at a 
hospital NICU for infants.  "I found him Mulder."  I 
am relieved that she and the baby are okay. I walk 
slowly towards her and hug her with her still holding 
the crying baby.  

I hear a gasp and she falls down almost taking the 
baby with her, but not before I am able to grab a hold 
of him.  I retracted the stiletto and just stand 
there.  I watch the body morph back into another 
Bounty Hunter and the green toxic substance oozing out 
of his neck.

I breathe a sigh of relief.  

It wasn't her.  

That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.  I 
just knew it wasn't her.  If I were wrong I would 
never forgive myself.  

But the baby knew.

He was crying.  Not just regular baby crying.  He was 
wailing and she was just standing there smiling.  She 
should've been happy, but it just didn't feel right.  
Thank God my instincts were right.  

He has stopped crying and as I look down, I see the 
bluest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.  Scully 
was right he's perfect.  To think that a life, this 
life, came out of Scully is unbelievable.  I touch his 
soft skin to make sure he's real and he smiles.  Yup, 
he's real all right.  My finger brushes against his 
little baby hand and he grabs it with a force.  I 
wiggle it and say in a quiet voice "Hey there.  Do you 
know me?  Of course not, not yet anyway.  I'm your 
dad."  The words seem foreign to me.  I have to say it 
again "Dad, I'm a ..."

My elation is short-lived.  

I notice a body lying limp on the ground behind the 
baby's incubator.  I rush over to it.

It's Scully.

*OH MY GOD!*

She's dead.


End of 16

No throwing of objects please!  I was under the 
influence of cold medication!  Feedback at 
crmv@aol.com   





Coming Back To You (17/17)
By Marlen

See disclaimer in part one.



The room is spinning as my world is once again turned 
upside down.  I can feel the blood drain away from my 
face, I'm trembling and can barley hold onto Will.  My 
eyes water up and tears fall freely down my face.  A 
tear strikes the baby on his cheek; it looks as if 
he's crying too.  "Sc ... Scully?  Scu ... SCULLY!  
NOOOOOO!"

I don't know how, but I carefully place the baby down 
and I stare at her body covered in blood.  *HER 
BLOOD!*  She was shot in the chest at close range, 
probably from struggling with the Bounty Hunter.  He 
shot her with her own gun.  *Damit.*  I should've been 
with her.  She wouldn't be lying here dead.  She 
wouldn't be missing her baby boy grow up.  

She can't be dead.  I do what I've seen her do a 
million times and place my fingers on her neck looking 
for a pulse.  Hoping for a pulse and if there's a God, 
praying for a pulse.  And I feel one.  It is faint, 
but she isn't dead!  

My Scully isn't dead.

My relief was but a moment, because I now realize she 
not going to be alive for long.  She's fading fast.  
We're in the mountains and there isn't a hospital for 
miles.  She won't make it.  Her blood is still flowing 
into a puddle on the floor.  I pull up her blood 
soaked shirt and I place my hand on her wound to stop 
the bleeding.  

It won't stop.  

It bypasses my hands and continues to drain the life 
out of her.  "I don't know what to do.  Scully tell me 
what to do."

I shake her and repeat her name over and over again 
like a chant.  "Scully, Scully, Scully ... wake up 
Scully!"  I give her reasons to not die on me.  "You 
can't leave me now!  We have a son to raise!  I can't 
do it alone.  We're a team remember?  Do you hear me 
Scully?"  My voice is quivering and it's a struggle to 
get the words out.  "Will's here and he wants his 
mommy!  Come on partner you can do it!  I didn't come 
back to you for you to leave me now.  You told me once 
to fight the fight.  Fight Scully!  Wake up!"

She isn't responding.  I hold her close to me.  She is 
limp in my arms.  I stroke her beautiful red hair and 
ghostly pale face with my blood stained hand.  I close 
my eyes, refusing to accept her imminent death.  I 
rock her and whisper for her to come back to me.  Come 
back to us.  Come back to her family.  

I will never get another chance to tell her how much I 
love her, how vital she is to my existence.  I will 
never be able to taste her succulent lips against 
mine, to touch her silky smooth skin, to smell the 
sweet scent of rose petals in her hair, to see her 
gorgeous smile and hear her sexy laugh.  I will never 
again see those incredible blue eyes that convey all 
of her hopes, dreams and fears with just one look.

I think I'm in shock, because everything else around 
me is a blur and I can't hear the voices that surround 
me.  It barely registers in my brain when Krycek and 
Marita come through the door.  They have someone with 
them, but I don't care.  If they are double-crossing 
me, so be it.  *I am nothing without you Scully.  
Nothing.*

Someone tries to push me aside, but I resist.  I can't 
leave her.  I won't.  Marita tries to move me out of 
the way and I continue to resist.  That is until she 
tells me who they had found.  I turn my head and see 
Jeremiah Smith or one of his clones; a renegade alien 
who works for the Rebels.  I move over a little and he 
kneels down by Scully's side.  He places his hands 
over her wound and closes his eyes in concentration.  

I witness a miracle before me.  Scully once asked me 
if I believed in miracles.  I didn't then, but I do 
now.  I swear I see a glow surrounding her body.  I 
also see the puncture from the bullet, close up.  
Quickly, the color on her face turns from ghostly 
white back to the pale peach I remember it being 
earlier.  I catch sight of her eyes moving under her 
lid.  I place my hand on her cheek. "Come on baby, 
wake up for me."

Her eyes flutter open and I am once again greeted with 
those gorgeous sky blue eyes.  The ones I thought I 
would never see again.  With a voice thick with 
emotion, I smile through the tears running down my 
face "Welcome back."

Jeremiah moves out of the way and I move back next to 
her.  She tries to sit up and talk "Mul ..."  but I 
stop her, "Shhh. Try to relax."  She takes a deep 
breath and tries again.  "Mulder ... what happened?"

"You were shot by the Bounty Hunter and then he shape-
shifted into you."

"Yes, I remember now he was taking the ba ..."  Here 
eyes widen in distress "Mulder he took our baby!"

"No, no Scully." I gently pick up Will and bring him 
to her.  

"See, he's here and safe with us."

She sits up with a jolt and looks over at the baby in 
my arms.  With her eye's glistening, she smiles and 
reaches out to touch him. "Oh my god Mulder, he's 
really here."

"All ten finger and ten toes accounted for."

She tears her eyes away from Will and looks up at me.  
"Well, I guess I don't have to introduce you two."

"He was shy at first but once he starts talking, 
there's no way to shut him up."  I quip and hand Will 
over to Scully.  

She looks down at the baby and the features on her 
face express such love for him.  It's amazing to see 
her like this.  

She sees the blood all over her chest and her face 
turns serious.  "Mulder?  You said I was shot by the 
Bounty Hunter?"

I put my hand on top of hers "You're okay Scully.  
You're not hurt.  Jeremiah healed you."  She looks 
over at Jeremiah, Krycek and Marita.  She hadn't 
realized they were there.  

Confused, she looks back towards me "Mulder?  You said 
the Bounty Hunter turned shape-shifted into me?" 

I tell her what had occurred in the room when I 
encountered the shape-shifter.

"How did you know it wasn't me?"  

"It was a multitude of things that added up; the room 
was unlocked, the baby was crying, I saw your eyes and 
I don't know.  I just knew."

"You saw my eyes?"

"They just didn't look like you."

I look at her intently.  I can't believe I almost lost 
her.  All other thoughts are lost when she brings her 
free hand up and wipes my tear-streaked face.  I lean 
into her hand, close my eyes and place my hand on top 
of hers.  "I thought we lost you."  

With a soft smile she says, "I told you I'd always be 
by your side, didn't I?"  

I open my eyes and embrace her with both of my arms, 
careful of the baby she's cradling.  I kiss her head 
"Yes, you did.  How could I've ever doubted you."

The room starts shaking with such ferocity.

I look at Jeremiah.  "What's happening?  Is this an 
earthquake?"

"No, they're explosions."

Krycek asks, "By the Colonists?"

"Yes and we need to get out of here, NOW!"

"Why?"

Another quake occurs as Jeremiah explains "We have a 
self-destructing mechanism in the facility that 
activates when the Colonists infiltrate the area.  We 
don't have much time before it detonates and this 
whole place collapses from within." 

"What about the others?"

"Most of them have already escaped."  

A massive explosion occurs and I shield Scully and 
Will from the falling debris.  

"Follow me."  

We follow Jeremiah down the corridors through a 
doorway similar to the one we had entered from.  It 
also exits through a cave into the forest.  It's 
evening, so it's dark and hard to see, but we keep 
running until we hear muffled underground rumbling.  
The ground shakes and Scully loses her balance.  I 
grab hold of her to prevent her from falling with the 
baby.  The trees rustle violently from the vibrations 
of the explosion and then a loud roar emerges.  It 
sounds as if all of the thunder I ever heard condensed 
into one crash.

Then it stops and all that is evident is a cloud of 
dust, which fills the air.

I notice that Krycek and Marita are nowhere to be 
found.  I don't worry.  I know they'll turn up again.  
Of course it will be at the most opportune moment.

Jeremiah is still with us and I turn to thank him.  I 
promise to work on the vaccine.  Not because of the 
deal that was made, but as gratitude for giving Scully 
her life and me a second chance.  Jeremiah tells us he 
needs to go and runs off back into the woods.

We walk through the woods until we pass through a 
clearing and then we see it.  I have an instant 
flashback of running through a corn crop field.  
Scully notices the panic on my face.  "Mulder, I think 
that's the National Guard approaching us."  It is only 
now I remember the surveillance equipment the Gunmen 
put on us.  How much did they hear?  

The choppers land and Frohike, Langly, Byers and 
Skinner come out.  They start walking towards us with 
the Paramedics in tow.  

One of the Paramedics sees the blood all over Scully's 
shirt and immediately runs over to her.  She tells him 
she's okay, but they want to check her and the baby 
out anyway.  She agrees and follows them to the 
helicopter.  I go to talk to the guys and Skinner.

Langly is the first to speak "Sorry Mulder, but we 
didn't know what else to do so we called Skinner and 
let him in what we knew and heard."

"That's okay, guys."

With an apologetic look Skinner steps past the guys 
"Mulder, I'm sorry for letting Krycek get to you, but 
..." 

"That's okay, I understand."

"How did you find us and when did you call Skinner?"

Byers responds, "When we heard the Bounty Hunter 
attacking you, we lost contact after that and got 
worried." 

Frohike places his hand on my shoulder, "How are you 
doing?"  I look over at the two most important people 
in world to me being tended to.  The Gunmen and 
Skinner follow my line of vision, as I say, "Never 
been better guys."


End of 17

<Epilogue to follow.>

And you guys thought I would kill Scully off.  Shame 
on you!  I know; how could I be so cruel?  The 
medication wore off and my sense came back to me! I 
hope the climactic scene was worthy of classic 
fanfics.  Feedback at crmv@aol.com     





Coming Back To You, Epilogue 
By Marlen

See disclaimer on part one.



~~~

(One year later ...)




We kept our promise to Jeremiah and made a vaccine.  
It took quite some time to develop it, but Scully is 
an incredible scientist and can make anything happen.  
As agreed we gave the formula and samples over to 
Krycek.  Did he do as promised and give it to the 
Rebels?  Or did he auction it off to the highest 
bidder?  I think it's probably the later.  Like I 
said, he's an opportunist.   

It doesn't matter though, with my photographic memory, 
I memorized the formula for the vaccine and we devised 
a plan to inoculate the public ourselves with help 
from the Gunmen.  

I adore my son.  He's our little miracle.  I still 
cannot believe that this is my reality.  The reality 
we thought we would never have and almost didn't.  I 
don't know what we would've done if we had lost him.  
I was hesitant to believe Scully at first when she 
said that she fell instantly in love with Will.  

I'd like to think it was faster for me.  We're still 
extremely protective over him and take every 
precaution.  I fear that one day he will suffer the 
same predestined fate as I have.  I want him to have a 
normal life, but we won't hide the truth from him.  I 
want him to know what his parents fought for and he 
needs to be prepared for the day when destiny steps in 
and takes over.  Until then we will enjoy each day as 
it comes.

And what about Scully and I?   

Well, let's just say things are progressing nicely.  
We still work on the X-Files together, Scully 
continues to rebuff my off the wall theories, and we 
still drive Skinner crazy with our bizarre expense 
reports.  At lease we don't have to stay in separate 
rooms anymore.  

We also bought a house complete with a white picket 
fence, large yard and a German Shepherd to boot.  
Frohike, Langly and Byers, who are doting Uncles, 
installed the latest in security systems.  That place 
is tighter than Fort Knox.  They also convinced us to 
go on a long awaited vacation.  Scully wanted to stay 
home and relax, but I had a better idea.


~~~


"Mulder!!!"  

"What!"

"That's not the way you do that!"

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Just let me do it my way."

"But Mulder ... "

"Scully, I know what I'm doing.  Okay?"

All of a sudden, she bursts out laughing and I'm 
suddenly puzzled.  "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She's still grinning.

"That didn't sound like nothing."  I turn to Will, 
who's on the bed entertaining himself with a toy, and 
pick him up.  "What do you think Will, does that sound 
like a nothing laugh?"  He smiles.  "Okay, lets vote 
on who would like to hear what's so funny."  I hold 
his little hand up and mine as well.  "It's unanimous, 
we both want to know."

Smiling and shaking her head she says, "That's not 
fair Mulder, you helped him."  

"Aw, come on Scully.  Look at his face, he's drooling 
in anticipation."  Will giggles at that.

"Okay."  She gives me one of her *looks*.  "It was 
just . . . we were fighting like an old married couple 
and it cracked me up."

Holding Will with one arm, I grab her left hand and 
caress the wedding band with my thumb.  "But we are, 
Mrs. Mulder."  I have a huge grin on my face and she 
smiles back.

We got married shortly after the three of us were 
reunited.  Scully wanted to elope, but her mother 
wouldn't hear of that and we settled for a small 
wedding with a few family and friends at her home.  

I can't believe I managed to get Scully to spend our 
vacation sailing.  She was pissed at first when I 
bought the Catamaran.  Apparently, it's a big husband 
no no to go and purchase such an expensive item 
without her knowledge.  However, Scully loves the sea 
and we never had an actual honeymoon due to the 
vaccine we were working on, so it didn't take long for 
her to warm up to the idea.  And since it had all the 
comforts of home, high fencing all around for safety 
and Will was already potty trained, she had no room 
for argument.  It was also inaccessible; the only 
people who could reach us were the Gunmen.  

For one month there are no government conspiracies, 
mutants, zombies, vampires or otherwise to chase 
after.  Scully thinks I'm going to go insane not being 
able to follow up on any of these cases.  She doesn't 
think I know how to relax.  She's never been more 
wrong.

Will falls asleep in my arms and I go to put him into 
his playpen in the other cabin turning on the baby 
monitor on the way out.  I slowly walk up to Scully 
and as our eyes lock upon one another, I see the love 
she has for me and I swell up with emotion.  I can't 
believe my luck.  I have a beautiful wife, my partner 
in life, who's willing to put up with me, faults and 
all.  

I put my arms around her waist, she wraps hers around 
my neck and our foreheads touch for a moment before I 
descend upon her.  I give her long languid kisses.  
Before I can think about it, our clothes are discarded 
and we tumble onto the bed making slow, tender love to 
each other.  

I try to convey all of my love, passion and devotion 
to her, in our lovemaking.  Afterwards, we are lying 
in bed basking in the afterglow.  I slowly rub my hand 
in circles on her belly in anticipation.  She isn't 
showing yet, but we both know this one's going to be a 
girl.  

I hear our son stir on the monitor and Scully says, 
"Well Mulder, can you handle putting up the sail while 
I feed our son?"

I take one hand and pat the scopolamine patch behind 
my ear Scully got for me before going on this 
extensive voyage.  I hate wearing it, but it's better 
than having my head over the side railing for a month.

"BRING IT ON."  

*Seasickness be damned.*




There you go a nice, happy little ending or is it?  
Read on and judge for yourself.  


~~~


(In an unknown location.)




She strolls into the luxury suite hotel with her hips 
swaying side to side and stops at the foot of the bed.

"Well, well, well aren't we feeling jovial."

He's lying on a plush white bed, drinking absurdly 
expensive Champagne "I didn't think you would come."

She brings her hands up in the air and turns in a 
circle "And miss all this?"

With a wide smile he says, "Nice, isn't it?" 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?  Flaunting 
your new found wealth."

"And what?  Stash it away for a rainy day like you?"
"No way.  I'm going to enjoy it.  I'm sure they'll be 
other opportunities."

"You knew Mulder and Scully would find away to 
inoculate the population."

"But don't you see my dear Marita, that's part of the 
game."

"What are you going to do when the Colonists find out 
you double-crossed them?"

Looking smug "Not just me, my dear.  *WE* are in 
this."

A voice comes from the front door.  "Oh, I wouldn't be 
too sure about that."

Panic stretches across Krycek's features and he 
quickly darts his eyes at the figure in the doorway 
and back towards Marita as she morphs into the Bounty 
Hunter. 

Still standing at the doorway with a sinister smile 
she says, "You always did underestimate me Krycek."

His screams echoed throughout the vacant floor.


~~~


The End


Author notes:  Okay people, can we not start with the 
throwing of objects again! *thump* Ow! Who did that!  
Was that you Elyse?

First of all let me clarify some things:

I wrote in my story that there are three Bounty 
Hunter's.  My theory is that there are several of 
them; they just all look the same.  

I wanted to give Marita the upper hand.  I think she 
is always being underestimated and is capable of a lot 
more.  Oh, and don't worry about Krycek guys.  He's 
very resourceful and I think he can manage to get 
himself out of this mess.  Maybe?

I know it sounded weird but I researched the net and 
the scopolamine patch used to cure seasickness, needs 
to be placed behind the ear.  I didn't know that.  See 
how educational fanfic can be!

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this story. I am sorry 
to see this it go, but it's been a blast to write and 
even better reading all of the excellent feed back, 
especially since this my first storyfic.  

I think you guys created a monster!

I would like to take this time to thank my betas 
Georgia and Brandi for your wonderful comments, 
encouragement and suggestions when I needed some 
insight.  You guys are the best!  

It's amazing on the amount of support I got for this 
story.  I want to thank Lenore, Navemer, Lady Disdain, 
Sherri, Elyse and all you readers out there for giving 
me the most amazing feedback; you guys gave me the 
confidence to keep going until I was done.  Thank you 
from the bottom of my heart.

This is it guys!  It's been fun!

Started: July 1st, 2000
Completed: July 23rd, 2000

Feedback is most wonderful thing to receive in my 
mailbox.  I would love to hear from you. crmv@aol.com 


Marlen