Simple Choices - 1/? (PG-13) Spoilers - None Keywords - AU, MSR, M/O, S/O, angst Summary - What would bring them together Simple Choices (1/?) (PG) “Dr. Scully?” The voice came over the intercom. Dana rolled her eyes and winked at the six year old boy in front of her. “I’ll be right back.” The boy nodded and grinned. He wasn’t sick anyway; he just needed an exam before soccer season started. Dana pressed the button on the chrome speaker. “Yes?” “There’s an FBI agent here to see you.” “FB . . . All right. Please ask him to wait in my office.” She turned back to Josh. “Wow, are you in trouble?” She smiled. “I don’t think so.” She winked at his mother. “Lie back and let me feel of your stomach.” She finished up the exam and signed his permission slip. “Let me know how your team does.” “I will!” He took the sticker she held out for him and headed for the door. “Come on, Mom. She’s busy.” Both women chuckled at that. “Thanks Dana. I’ll talk to you later.” Dana nodded and turned away from them as she headed for her office. She opened the door and spotted the tall man looking at her diploma. “I did graduate,” she said with a slight smile on her face. She held out her hand. “I’m Dr. Dana Scully.” He smiled an easy smile at her. Damn he was attractive, and . . . tall. Then she realized that the smile had not reached his eyes. “Duke. I’m impressed.” He hadn’t offered a name yet. “Thank you.” She took a seat behind her desk and motioned to the chair. “You’re a little above the normal age of my patients.” He withdrew his ID at that point. “I’m Agent Mulder. I’m here about one of your patients, Betsy Trotter.” Fox? She looked up from his badge at the name. “Have you found her?” He shook his head. “I’m looking at the case.” “I was under the impression that her case had been moved to the back burner. Has something new been discovered?” He shook his head. “The circumstances reminded me of another case.” “The circumstances? I thought there was no evidence.” He shrugged slightly. “I’d still like to see your file on her.” “Do you have a warrant?” He smiled that charming smile again. “No, this is unofficial.” Dana hesitated then. “Unofficial?” “I haven’t been able to link the two cases, but I’m hoping you can help me with that.” She took a deep breath, then nodded. “Wait here. I’ll get the file.” She was back shortly with a too thin file, attesting to the youth of the victim. Dana handed it over to him. “She’s a sweet little thing, eight years old. She’s had no serious health problems; these are her regular medical exams.” “Do you have a picture?” “No, she was forty pounds, just hitting a growth spurt. She has long dark hair and dark eyes.” He wasn’t looking at the file. “She has an older brother?” “Yes, Robert. He’s my patient too. He’s four years older, a quiet kid but very intelligent.” She was watching the man now. He seemed very far away and wherever he was didn’t appear to be pleasant. “Agent Mulder? Are you all right?” “What? Uh, yes. May I take this file with me?” She hesitated. “I’ll need you to sign a receipt.” “Thanks. I’ll try to get this back to you tomorrow.” He rose then, distracted. She stood as well. “Agent Mulder, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” But the smile wasn’t there. “I’ll get out of your hair now. I appreciate you taking the time . . . “ She nodded, wishing she didn’t have another patient waiting. He wasn’t okay but she didn’t understand what was going on. He was already leaving and she was busy. She put him out of her mind. ***** She walked into the diner and waved at Sara behind the counter. Then she turned toward her regular table. It was occupied, by Agent Mulder. She stopped for just a moment and he looked up. He rose immediately and smiled at her. “Dr. Scully.” She approached the table then. “Dana, please.” “I’m Mulder. Are you meeting someone?” “Uh, no. On Wednesdays I’m on my own.” He nodded. “Would you join me?” He indicated the chair across from him. “Thank you.” She looked at the file he’d been looking through when she walked in. “Is that . . . “ He nodded. “Betsy’s file.” She wasn’t sure what to say and was saved by Sara walking up. “Your usual, Doc?” “Yes, thank you.” Dana looked up at the waitress. Sara sat a glass of ice tea in front of her and refilled Agent Mulder’s glass from the pitcher in her hand. Once they were alone again, she looked back at the agent. “Do you not have a partner with you?” He shook his head after taking a sip of the tea. “I’m working this case on my own time.” “Is this . . . nevermind,” she looked down. “What? Go ahead.” He encouraged her. “It seems almost personal to you.” “You’re very perceptive. It is.” He looked down at Dana’s hand. “Will your husband be worried about you?” That was a definite subject change. She allowed it. “No, on Wednesdays he’s with his daughter.” “Oh. You don’t join them?” “She’s fourteen, I’m not really welcome. It’s okay, I like having some time.” “Do you have her often?” “Every Wednesday and every other weekend,” she said lightly. “Do you have children?” He glanced down at his own wedding ring. “No, my wife has a demanding career.” They fell silent then, not sure what to say. Again Sara rescued them, placing a cheeseburger and fries in front of Mulder and a Cobb salad for her. They eyed each other’s meal but neither commented, then began to eat. Usually silence with a stranger made Dana feel uncomfortable, but she found she wasn’t with him. There were no expectations, they were both married and it was kind of nice not sitting alone here. She looked up to find him watching her. “Spinach in my teeth?” He grinned, and this time it did reach his eyes. They were green and warm. He shook his head. “Just thinking how nice it was not to have to eat alone again.” She blinked; should she admit she’d been thinking the same thing. For some reason she didn’t think she needed to. “So Dana, why did you decide on pediatrics?” They talked then; she discovered he was also a doctor, Ph.D. in psychology from Oxford of all places. That definitely ranked up there with Duke Medical School. Before either realized it, Sara was standing beside them. “Listen, I hate to do this, but I have to kick you out. We’re closing.” Dana’s head jerked up and she glanced at her watch. Good lord, it was after ten. Ethan was probably already home. He spoke immediately. “Dana, I’m sorry,” “It’s not your fault. We just got to talking, but I do need to leave.” “I’ve got this. Go on and be careful.” “Uh, thank you. I’ll . . . I hope to see you soon.” He nodded and watched her leave. ***** He was at her office when she arrived the next morning. She’d had short rounds at the hospital, so she was a little earlier getting in. Dana didn’t want to analyze the warm feeling that came over her when she spotted him in the waiting room. He was already rising when she stepped into the waiting room, almost as though he’d sensed her presence. Her smile wasn’t forced and his eyes were smiling as well. “Come on back, I don’t have any patients for at least half an hour.” He followed her and took the seat he had taken the day before. “Were you in trouble for breaking curfew last night?” he asked as soon as the door was closed. She sighed, but gave him a slight smile. “Ethan was already asleep when I got home, so no problem.” “He was asleep?” Mulder sounded incredulous. “It’s okay. I wasn’t - “ “Sorry, it’s none of my business.” He seemed to retreat from her and she was startled at how bleak it made her feel. That was ridiculous; she’d met the man yesterday. “I, I just don’t want you to feel guilty about anything. I completely lost track. I was having a good time.” He was obviously taken aback by that and fell silent. “Did you get the information you needed?” She indicated the file in his hand. He seemed to deflate slightly. “Thank you for letting me take the file.” “It didn’t help,” she said softly. For some reason she wanted to reach over and take his hand. What was it about this man? “Can you talk to me about the case? I don’t know what I could do to help, but maybe if you just talked it out . . . “ “You, you’d do that?” “Of course I would. Betsy is special to me. She was one of my first patients when I opened the practice, she and her brother.” “You speak of her in the present tense.” “I haven’t given up on finding her,” she said simply. “Why not?” he asked, honestly curious. “Because sometimes people do come back.” “That sounded like experience.” She shrugged. “Well I guess it is, but not mine as much as my family’s.” “Your family’s?” She nodded. “I don’t really remember it. I was only four.” “Tell me, please,” he asked as she settled behind her desk. “There’s not really that much to tell and it was a long time ago. We were on vacation. Dad was in from a long cruise, so all six of us packed up and went to New Mexico, Carlsbad Caverns. I do kind of remember being in the back seat in the middle between Bill and Missy.” She grinned. “Charlie sat up front. Anyway, we went to the Lincoln National Forest the first night. We were camping out. Missy and I were playing at the playground. She was eight and since it was so close to our site Mom let us go alone. “We were on the see-saw then it started getting dark.” Dana’s eyes were unfocused remembering the scene. “It started to storm.” Mulder nodded, she had stopped talking. “Dana?” “I don’t remember any rain, I never can remember the rain but there was lightening, a really bright burst right over us.” “What happened?” She shrugged, “I don’t know. I woke up three days later in the hospital. It turned out that Missy had been missing all that time. It was hell for Mom, one daughter missing and one in a coma.” She shook her head. “But they found her wandering in the forest and when she was back, I woke up.” “You, uh, did you have any aftereffects?” He was leaning forward in his chair now and the undercurrent of tension caused her to frown slightly. “No. I’ve never had a recurrence.” “What about Missy?” Her face fell slightly then. “Missy hasn’t done as well as I have. She started acting out; when she got older she ran away a few times.” Dana stared at her hands. “She experimented with drugs, cut herself.” “Was she . . . hurt?” Dana shook her head. “There was no evidence of it. She had no memories, none at all.” “Has she gotten any help?” “Oh yes. Mom took her to counseling, but . . .” “It didn’t help.” It wasn’t a question. “I haven’t seen her since my wedding. She and Ethan’s daughter, Robin, were my bridesmaids. I hoped that would make her feel part of the family again.” Dana looked off into the distance, thinking unspoken thoughts. “So sometimes people do make it back.” He looked at her for a long moment. “I would like to discuss this case. Maybe I do need a new perspective.” His eyes lightened for a moment, then it dropped away. “No, I can’t ask you to be away from home another night.” “Of course you can. This is important. Should we meet at the diner again?” “You’re sure?” “Yes. I should be out of here a little after five. Have an iced tea waiting.” He nodded and handed her the file. “You won’t need it?” “No, I have the info down.” He stood and hesitated, suddenly uncertain. “I, Dana, I appreciate this.” She came around her desk. “I appreciate the chance to help.” She touched his arm and he took an involuntary step toward her. He caught himself then and shook his head slightly, bringing himself back to the issue at hand. He nodded. “I’ll see you at the diner.” ***** She took a short break at lunch, eating yogurt at her desk. She called Ethan at his office. It took a moment to get past his assistant, but she was used to that. “Dana? You were out early this morning.” “I know, I’m sorry. I had two patients in the hospital. Did things go okay last night?” “Yes, Robin scored a goal.” “Good for her. Where did you eat?” “Pizza, with some of the girls on the team. You should have joined us.” She was glad he couldn’t see her face. She’d tried that. Robin made sure her displeasure was well known. No, the weekends were enough. “I know, I was working.” “You were late getting in yourself. What time did you get home?” “I was there a little after eleven. I didn’t want to wake you. I called to let you know I was going to be late again tonight.” “Another patient?” He sounded slightly annoyed. “Yes, remember that little girl that disappeared, Betsy Trotter? Her case is being reopened and I need to meet with the investigators.” “You? Why? The girl’s been gone over six months. Someday they’ll find the body, but you can forget finding her alive, Dana.” His attitude surprised her, but she wasn’t looking for a fight. “I hope you’re wrong, Ethan. I feel like I have to do this. I shouldn’t be that late. There’s that left over casserole in the refrigerator.” “What about you?” “I’ll get something. Don’t worry.” “If I’m asleep, wake me when you get home. I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” “I know and I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll make all kinds of noise tonight.” He chuckled and they talked for a couple of minutes, then she had to get back to work. She refused to dwell on the sense of anticipation about her meeting with Mulder. ***** Regardless, she was ready to leave in record time that evening. She couldn’t help the smile when she saw him rise to greet her as she entered the diner. He seemed pleased to see her as well. There was a glass of iced tea waiting for her. They visited for a few minutes, catching up on their days. Sara joined them then, pad in hand. He waited for her. “I guess I’ll have the salad again.” He spoke up. “You’re a doctor; you know you need a little protein.” “A cheeseburger, like you had?” she asked, her eyebrow high. “Tastes great.” “What’s your cholesterol level?” “Uh, good?” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, a turkey sandwich on whole wheat and a side salad.” She looked the challenge at him. He let his shoulders slump. “I’ll have the same.” Sara’s chuckle as she walked away made him give Dana a mock glare. Dana forced a sober expression, but the twinkle in his eyes undid her and she laughed as well. By mutual agreement, they didn’t discuss the case while they were eating. When the meal had ended, Mulder looked around. “Would you mind if we discussed the case somewhere a little more . . . private?” “Oh, of course.” “I have the files at my - “ He stopped and shook his head. “Oh god, I was going to ask you to my hotel room. I’m sorry, I - “ “If that’s where your files are, I understand. Mulder, we’re adults, we’re both married. I certainly trust you enough not to jump me in your room.” Those words seemed to stun him. “You, you trust me?” “Well, yes. Any reason not to?” He shook his head. “No. I can be a gentleman when I have to. I’m at the Summit Inn. Do you know it?” “Yes, it’s on my way home. Why don’t I follow you?” He smiled, aware perhaps better than she that she had given him a gift. He reached for his wallet. “You got it last night. This is on me.” She insisted and motioned for Sara. Traffic had thinned out and they reached the Summit Inn quickly. She pulled in beside him and exited the car. His hand on the small of her back led her into the lobby. Gentleman indeed. Once in his room, he grabbed a pair of running shorts off the chair and kicked his shoes out of the way. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing. He merely looked embarrassed. He pulled the chair up to the small table and held it for her. Now he was beginning to look nervous. On impulse she reached out and took his hand. “I’m not going to talk about this to anyone. I would never want to hurt your investigation.” “That’s not it. I . . . “ He took a deep breath. “You said it seemed personal to me. It is and now that you’re here. . . “ He shook his head. “You’re going to think I’m insane.” Her brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.” “You could leave now and I’d still have some dignity and good memories of an evening with a lovely woman.” “Dignity? Mulder, please.” He sank down on the foot of the bed. “Could I ask you to hear me through, before you try to have me committed?” He looked down at their hands, still clasped and withdrew his. “I promise.” ***** She kept her promise, listening to his entire story. Her heart ached for that young boy who had been through this trauma. His theory had caught her off guard, but he was obviously sincere about it. He finally met her eyes. “Well, you haven’t run screaming from the room.” “Oh Mulder, I’m so sorry about Samantha.” “Thanks.” “Your parents - “ He shook his head. “They don’t talk about her. She doesn’t exist for them, but she haunts them.” “Mulder, I . . . “ “You do think I’m crazy. Little green men from outer space, stealing my sister.” “I will admit it’s something that would never have occurred to me.” “I woke up in the hospital three days later.” He just looked at her then as her eyes widened. Without realizing it, she’d stood, and her hand had come to rest on his arm. “Is that . . . do you think . . . “ “I’m not saying that. It’s probably just a coincidence. Did you ever do X-rays on Betsy?” He was giving her some time, switching back to Betsy. Dana took a deep breath. “No. She’s an extraordinarily healthy little girl, so is her brother.” She looked up then. “What about Samantha?” “I don’t remember her ever being sick. She broke her collar bone once, falling off a swing.” “That’s an accident, not an illness. What about you?” He stopped, looking at her. “I have Samantha’s medical records, and mine. Do you want to see them?” “Yes. It’s very unusual for a child not to have some illnesses. Now of course we have the chicken pox vaccine, but not when you were a child. I don’t know that I could find anything, but I’d like to try.” Inappropriate, but why did he have such a feeling of relief that this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw her? She was married, and so was he, kind of. He glanced down at his watch. “I hate to say this, but you need to get home.” “Wha - Oh, yes.” She seemed flustered as, as though going home hadn’t crossed her mind. “I . . . Mulder, thank you for sharing this with me. I could tell it was difficult for you to talk about it. I . . . that means a lot to me, we don’t know each other that well.” He nodded, not sure what to say. She was right; they didn’t know each other that well, so why had he allowed himself to be that open with her? He was always more cautious than that, even with the incident in her past. But it had felt right, he felt connected to her. ***** Simple Choices - 2/? (R) He let himself into his apartment and looked around. Diana wasn’t there, not that he had expected her to be. She’d never really moved in, preferring her own tiny apartment. He should have pushed to get a bigger place, but now he was glad he hadn’t. Her transfer would go through at the end of the month, coinciding with their divorce. Why had he ever - he shook his head. Tonight wasn’t the time. Maybe there would never be a time. He needed to write up his notes on the Trotter case and get ready for work tomorrow, back to his ‘real’ work. He carried his suitcase into the bedroom and unpacked quickly then turned to his computer. As he sat waiting for it to boot up, Dana’s face came to him. She’d been extraordinarily kind, listening to him, not laughing at his theory. Answering his email took little time, then he pulled up his private files and added the information he had garnered on his trip to Virginia. ***** The next few days, work was, well the politically correct word would be unpleasant. He’d had permission to check out the Trotter case, and had taken personal time to do it, but any time away from Patterson and ‘the team’ was paid for with sarcasm and ridicule. He managed to keep quiet with memories of that small diner and the little redhead across from him running through his head. He’d finally grabbed a chance to get his and Samantha’s medical records together and sent them to Dana overnight. He didn’t know if he’d really hear from her but it had been an avenue he hadn’t explored previously. Now he was just tired, not even hungry. He shrugged his coat off and turned as he heard the knock on the door. Now what? He was in no hurry, so he tossed his briefcase on the desk and slipped the tie from around his neck. Finally at the second knock, he forced himself to answer the summons. He opened the door to see his pissed off wife standing there. “Diana?” “What took you so long?” She brushed past him. “You have a key,” he responded unemotionally. She rolled her eyes and took the key from her pocket, tossing it on the coffee table. “What do you want, Diana?” He glanced at the key but decided not to get into it. Why bother? “I need your signature.” She pulled some legal documents from her bag. She handed them to him wordlessly. “What is it?” “You know what it is, Fox.” “Don’t we need a notary?” he said dryly. “I’ve taken care of it. Just sign it.” “Sleeping with the judge, Diana?” He’d taken a wild stab, her expression let him know he’d scored a hit. He looked away. “Fox, just sign it. I’ll take it in tomorrow and everything will be complete before I leave.” “Sure.” He moved to the desk and rummaged around for a pen. He dashed his signature on the line and handed it to her. “I’ll make sure you get a copy.” He nodded. Whatever, it was over. Hell, it should never have begun. He stood there watching her impassively, waiting for her to leave. “Fox . . . “ she began and stopped. He didn’t help her. “Fox, let it go. Let her go. Your sister isn’t coming back. You’ve already lost what we could have had; now you seem set on destroying your career as well. It’s not worth it.” He still said nothing, but the look in his eyes caused her to falter. She reached for his hand. His movement was miniscule but definitive. Diana drew her dignity around her and nodded. She moved to the door and opened it. “Have a good life, Fox.” When he said nothing, she let herself out and shut the door. He sighed and moved blindly to the couch. She was gone, just like everyone else in his life. Why did he even bother? No woman out there could stay with him. The sooner he accepted it the better. So why was the face of Dana Scully in front of him? She was married, she had a family. When had he picked up the phone? It was Wednesday, if her husband answered, he’d say wrong number and hang up. God, he was an idiot. She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” He shouldn’t have done this. But just the one word in her voice soothed him somehow. “Hello? Is anyone . . . Mulder?” Now he was struck dumb. How had she known? Had she been thinking about him? Did she feel that connection? “Mulder, what’s wrong?” “I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry.” I’m glad you called. What happened?” “Is your family there?” “No, Ethan and Robin went to a movie with some of her friends.” He took that in, but why had he called? “Did you get more information on Betsy . . . or Samantha?” “Uh, no. No, I . . . “ Shit, he wanted to talk to her. “I signed my divorce papers tonight.” “Oh Mulder, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize . . . You said she had a demanding career.” He gave a mild snort. “Yeah, she works at the Bureau too.” “She’s an agent?” “Yep. She’s transferring to Germany, counter-terrorism later this month.” “That does sound demanding.” “So is what you do, you save children’s lives, but you have a family. I . . . “ He sighed. “Why didn’t you go with them to the movies?” She understood his need to switch subjects. “I’ve tried that. Robin makes it difficult.” “Does she want her parents together, and you’re the other woman?” “You’re partly correct, I’m the other woman. Just for the record, I met Ethan after he’d been divorced over a year. No, Robin doesn’t want her parents together, she wants Ethan for herself.” “That, that’s got to be hard on you.” He could feel her shrug. “How long have you been married?” “Nearly two years.” “That’s three times what I achieved. I’d ask for tips, but I don’t think I’ll need them.” “Mulder, you can’t give up like that.” “I should let you go.” “Please, let’s change the subject, but don’t hang up yet. Before you called, I was sitting here thinking how much better last Wednesday night was.” He was stunned silent then. “Mulder?” “Yeah, I-I’m here.” She hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject. “I got your package; the medical records?” “Oh yeah. Did, uh, did you find anything?” “Well, you were both extraordinarily healthy kids. Did you know that your shots records weren’t included?” “What?” “That’s right. There’s no record of you or Samantha having your regular childhood inoculations.” “That’s strange. I’m sure we had them. I don’t remember any shots, but you have them when you’re a baby, right?” “Some of them. You also have to have booster shots when you start school. Actually the schools aren’t supposed to admit you if you haven’t had the shots.” “They must just be missing. I’ll check. What about . . .” “What?” “I, what about you? Are you extraordinarily healthy?” There was a pause then. He could feel her contemplating that question. “As a matter of fact, I am. I hadn’t really thought about it. I knew I didn’t suffer from white coat disease in medical school, but yes, even in practice with all of the children, I don’t catch anything. What do you think it means?” “I don’t know. What about your sister?” “I’m not privy to her health issues. She’s not in touch with the family. I haven’t heard about any problems, but I don’t know that I would.” “I’m sorry. It must be hard to know she’s distancing herself purposely.” “I know it hurts my parents.” They were both quiet then. “I, I should go.” “Do you need to?” she quickly. “No. I just don’t want to take up your evening.” “You’re not. You’re saving me from reading some very dry articles in back issues of JAMA, and you’re keeping me company.” “Thank you.” They talked until she heard Ethan pull into the garage. ***** She stretched and rose from her seat. It wasn’t that the seminar had been boring, but the chair had been increasingly uncomfortable as Dr. Richards droned on. Maybe a little dinner would help wake her up. The audience was beginning to thin out by the time she made it to the door. Pam would probably want to grab a bite too, if she could find her. “My God, will you look at that?” The woman in front of her turned to her companion. “That’s what I want for dinner, and breakfast!” Dana looked in the direction they were looking and blinked. His long, lean body was encased in Armani. The women in front of her weren’t the only ones caressing him with their eyes. He looked . . . she mentally threw up her hands; he looked like a walking wall of fuck. He spotted her and straightened up, watching for her reaction to his presence. Her expression was taken over by pure joy. She saw his posture relax and his smile grew. He moved toward her. “Mulder? What are you doing here?” “I found out my favorite pediatrician was in town and thought she might be hungry.” “Found out, huh?” He shrugged. “I’m a trained FBI agent. I saw that this medical conference was being held and took a chance. Do you mind?” “Mind?” she laughed. “I was going to call you before I left. I have some more information for you and a couple more tests that I wanted to add to your list.” He pressed his hand to his heart. “Don’t toy with me, Dr. Scully.” She laughed again. “Never.” “Are you free for a little while? Maybe we could grab a bite, or is Ethan with you?” “It’s his weekend with Robin. I have another session this evening. Why don’t we go over the stuff I brought first and if there’s time . . . “ “Lead the way.” His hand on her lower back felt warm and familiar. She let him into her hotel room and tossed the access card on the bed. “Why don’t we order room service? I just realized how hungry I am. Then we could go over the information more leisurely.” He managed to keep his face impassive, but his eyes gleamed at this turn of events. They ate at the small table, sharing their meals so that he got a few vegetables in spite of himself. When they were finished eating and catching up, she moved to the bed and spread out the information she had brought. He joined her on the bed to follow the medical information she was giving him. He pulled out the pillows and sat back against them after toeing off his shoes. She sat facing him Indian style, explaining the results she would expect from the test when she realized he wasn’t listening to her. “Muld . . . “ His expression caught hers. Later neither would ever be able to say who made the first move. It was as simultaneous as two people could be. Their lips met and everything else vanished. When they drew back, panting, they were both stunned by their reactions to one another. Mulder recovered first. “D-Dana, I’m sorry, I - “ She took his bottom lip between hers. Their clothing seemed to disappear on its own as hands and tongues and lips explored one another. When it was very nearly too late, he managed to pull back. “Dana, I, I don’t have any protection for you.” His voice was pure velvet gravel and it took her a moment to process the words. She wanted to protest that she was on the pill, but he wanted to protect her more than that. “None?” “I didn’t dare dream I’d make it to first base.” She smiled then and slid from the bed. He managed not to weep as she slipped from his grasp, but then he realized she wasn’t grabbing up her clothing or running for the bathroom. She reached into the exhibitor’s bag she had carried upstairs and came up with something in her hand. She tossed it toward him and six condoms rained down around him on the bed. He took one up in his hand and looked around. “You have a lot of faith in me.” She grinned then and rejoined him in the bed, taking the small golden packet from his hand. She opened it with her teeth while he lay there, struck dumb. ***** When she woke the next morning, she was cradled in his arms, his eyes watching her, his tension obvious. She stretched and let her hand rub lightly against the stubble on his cheek. “Thank you for staying.” “I didn’t want to leave.” “I know.” They just looked at one another for a long moment. “You’re a married woman.” “Yes, I am. I know I wasn’t fair to you last night, but I wanted you.” He managed a small smile. “Didn’t want to follow the rules for a change?” She shook her head. “You do that to me. I don’t understand it.” “We can’t see each other any more,” he said softly. She nodded. “I’m married. Last night didn’t change that.” “Can I say that I wish it had?” She kissed him and rose from the bed. “I missed my meeting last night; I need to get ready for this morning’s session.” “And this . . . “ “This will be a cherished memory.” He nodded, not arguing. She sounded sure, confident. She didn’t realize he could see that her hands were shaking slightly. He left the bed as well and saw her eyes scan his nude body. He picked up his boxers and slipped them on. She seemed to relax a little at that. “Go take your shower, Dana. I need to get home.” She nodded, unable to speak. He moved closer and took her into his arms. “It’ll be okay, Dana. Get ready.” The tears in her eyes nearly melted him. “Go on. If you ever need me, you know you can call me.” She brushed a kiss against his cheek and turned away. When the bathroom door closed, he finished dressing and was gone when she emerged. She forced her tears back and headed toward her seminar. This was a one time thing; one she couldn’t think about again despite her words to Mulder. She’d make it up to Ethan. ***** Ethan came into the kitchen, smiling. “I thought we were going out.” “We were, but it just felt like a long time since I had cooked you a meal, so I thought I’d see if I could remember how.” “Smells like you did. When will it be ready?” “Thirty minutes.” “Okay, I’ll gonna take a quick shower and change.” He gave her a kiss and headed for the bedroom. She watched him go and a small smile of anticipation came over her face. She lit the candles on the table and brought in the food. He stopped when he got to the door. “Wow.” He surveyed the table, then he put his arms around her. “What’s the occasion?” She met his lips. “Have a seat.” He chuckled and took his seat across from her. He helped himself to the roast and passed the platter to her. They ate in companionable silence for a few moments. “This is good, Dana, but you haven’t told me the occasion.” “I guess it has been a long time since I cooked.” “Hey, I’m not complaining. We both work, but this is nice.” He reached for her hand and squeezed it. She looked down at their hands and smiled. “I do have some news.” He looked up expectantly. “Well?” She smiled, suddenly feeling a little shy. “It looks like Robin’s going to have a little brother or sister soon.” All trace of a smile vanished from his face; he jerked his hand back from hers. “Whose is it?” “What?” “I asked whose bastard are you carrying?” His voice was hard, harsh and menacing. She was stunned at the hostility emanating from him. “It’s yours! How can you -“ “It’s not mine. I had a vasectomy when Robin was ten.” Dana’s mouth fell open. “You did what? How could you . . . how could you not tell me something like that before we got married?” “This isn’t about me. You’ve been - “ “Of course it’s about you and me! We talked about children. You knew you couldn’t . . . “ “When we talked about children, I told you I already had my daughter.” “But you never said that you didn’t want a child with me! It has to be yours. Maybe it reversed, that happens.” “No, I’ve been checked, as recently as six months ago. It’s not mine.” “Why would you do . . . “ Her voice failed, trailing off. “This is about you, Dana. Who is he?” His eyes narrowed and he rose from his chair. He rounded the table and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. “Who have you been with?” She shook her head, nausea growing. “Ethan, I’m sick.” Disgusted he released her and she raced for the bathroom, locking herself in. After she was sick, she washed her face and sat on the side of the tub. The baby was Mulder’s; she knew it. It felt like she had already known it on some level. Despite her pill and the condoms, she’d gotten pregnant that night. You’d almost think it was meant to be. Ethan had had a vasectomy and hadn’t bothered to mention it. Why? And why would he have himself checked again so long after the procedure? No, she couldn’t think these thoughts. She was married to the man; but he had let her take the pill, knowing there was no need. Robin had been ten? No, God no. He wouldn’t . . . but he and Robin were so close and she had always been the outsider. Robin was only fourteen. Dana was shaking like a leaf. Was she seeing this clearly? She couldn’t hear him out there. Had he left? Was he waiting for her? What was she going to do? She had someone else to protect now, her child, Mulder’s child. She’d analyze that later, right now she had to force herself from the bathroom. He wasn’t waiting for her immediately outside the bathroom anyway. She cautiously moved out into the house. His keys weren’t on the dresser. She moved to the window and saw that his car was gone. She sagged against the wall in relief. Was he coming back? She didn’t want to see him, she couldn’t face him. She had been unfaithful to him. The fact that it was only once didn’t matter. But what he had done, what she suspected he had done, oh god . . . She grabbed her suitcase from the closet and packed quickly. The cash she kept in her bedside table totaled over $500. She stuffed it in her purse and all but ran for her car. She turned north but drove less than an hour. She wouldn’t admit to herself why she had chosen this direction. Once she was checked in, she sat staring into space. She couldn’t think about herself, not right now. There was no one she could call, except . . . If her suspicions were correct she had to put a stop to it. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Kathee, it’s Dana.” “Dana? What, what do you want?” There was only mild hostility, laced with curiosity in her tone. “I need to ask, I have to ask you something.” “I . . . okay,” she sounded wary, but she hadn’t hung up. “Were you aware that Ethan had a vasectomy four years ago?” “Of course. Why?” The woman sounded puzzled. “God, I can’t do this over the phone. Could we meet somewhere?” “Uh, I guess. When?” “Tomorrow morning, early.” “I have to get to work.” “I know, but this is urgent. Please. I can come over there after Robin’s on the bus.” Kathee sighed. “I . . . okay. Is Ethan coming?” “No. I need to talk to you alone.” ”Fine, whatever. I’ll see tomorrow morning.” She hung up and Dana slowly put the receiver back in the cradle. After a sleepless night and morning sickness from hell, she dressed and drove swiftly back to Kathee’s house. She stayed in her car until the bus drove away with Robin. Then she forced herself out of the car. She knew she looked like hell, but that fit easily with the way she felt. She knocked on the door and Kathee opened it quickly. “I’m in a hurry, Dana. What is this?” Dana stepped inside, but didn’t speak. Finally Kathee stopped and looked at her. “What’s wrong?” Dana shook her head, then took a deep breath. “I need to know . . . Did you ever suspect that Ethan was, was unfaithful to you?” “What is this? Are you and Ethan - “ “Please. I need to know.” Kathee gave another put-upon sigh. “I knew he was seeing someone, but it doesn’t matter now.” “Did you know who it was?” “To be honest, it didn’t matter at that point.” Dana closed her eyes, centering herself. “Have you ever thought that Ethan and Robin’s relationship was a little . . . “ How could she possible phrase this? “What are you talking about?” “Could, could Ethan be intimate with Robin?” She got it out quickly, but the words tasted bitter. Kathee’s eyes widened and her face paled. “Are you . . . are you serious?” She sank into the wingback chair closest to her. Dana took a seat on the couch, close to her. “Why are you asking . . .” “You think so, don’t you?” Dana said quietly. “I am so sorry that I didn’t . . . It’s my job to see these things. I’ve been too close. And I thought it was immature to feel jealousy towards a child. We have to do something.” Kathee was in shock now. “Do you really think . . . “ Dana moved to sit on the arm of Kathee’s chair, her arm around the older woman. “You didn’t know about the vasectomy?” Kathee looked up at Dana. Dana shook her head. “We need to find out if our suspicions are true. They are only suspicions right now. You need to take Robin to a doctor. Not my group. We can’t do anything without proof. She will fight you,” Dana said. “She and her father have a secret, he has convinced her that he loves her and that this, this thing they’re doing is all right.” “She was ten,” Kathee said softly. “You knew?” Kathee shook her head. “No, at least not consciously. I knew there was someone else but it never occurred to me . . . Oh god.” Dana nodded. “He never told me about his surgery. I didn’t even think about Ethan seeing another woman.” Dana shook her head, “I gave him the opportunity for this. I allowed myself to . . . “ They sat in silence then. After a long moment, Kathee looked over at Dana. “What do I do?” Dana took a deep breath. “You need to have her checked by a gynecologist and have a rape kit taken. They may have been together night before last. If there is fluid, we would need to do DNA testing to confirm that Ethan is . . . He can’t know we’re doing this. You need to make the appointment and take her out of school before she can call him.” “Do you think she’d protect him?” Dana deflated slightly. “I don’t know. If this is as long lasting as I think, she has to have been involved.” “Do you think she . . . seduced him?” Dana looked away, her immediate response was yes. This woman-child had been after Ethan from the beginning. But she had been just a little girl when this had started, ten years old. Could a ten year old seduce a grown man? Not a healthy one. Oh god. She shook her head. “No, we can’t blame Robin for this. A ten year old doesn’t have the capacity to make those decisions. If she does flirt it’s innocent. An adult, a healthy adult, would never . . . You need to make that appointment today, now.” She withdrew a small envelope from her purse. “This is Ethan’s toothbrush. They can get the DNA they need from it.” Kathee swallowed and forced herself to her feet. “I know you can’t . . . you should get to work.” Dana stood as well. “Kathee, I’ve left him. He may not realize it yet. I know I don’t have proof, but I can’t stay. As soon as I get a new place, I’ll get you my number. In the meantime, may I call you?” Kathee nodded. “If this is confirmed, as I expect it to be, Robin will need therapy. I have some names of child therapists if you want them.” “Yes.” Dana pulled the list from her purse. “Do you want me to stay?” Kathee shook her head. “Call me this evening, please.” “I will. I promise. Kathee, I’m sorry.” “I appreciate you coming to me.” She led Dana to the door. Once back in her car, Dana pulled away from the curb. There were other things she needed to do. The banks would be open soon. She needed to get her money out, find a temporary place to live. It hit her suddenly; she was pregnant and didn’t have a place to call home. ********** Simple Choices - 3/? (R) Something made Mulder look up and their eyes met across the room. Dana? What was she doing here? His original reason for being here was forgotten. ‘Deep Throat’ glanced at the object of his attention and stiffened. Without a word, he rose. “Wait!” Mulder spoke with a low voice, jerked back to the present. The older man turned to look at him and shook his head, then moved to the back of restaurant. She had seen him and for just a moment he thought she was going to bolt, but he watched her straighten her coat and approach him as he stood. She’d become the most important thing, not possible information from a questionable source. “Dana. I, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She gave him a small smile. “I, uh, I work near here.” “Here? What about - “ He stopped immediately, was this a good time? “Can you join me?” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and slipped into the booth opposite him. He took his seat again. She looked toward the back, where his companion had disappeared. “Am I interrupting something?” “No, nothing important. You work around here?” She nodded, but she didn’t speak. Seeing him had affected her more than she had even suspected. Maybe that was why she had put off calling him, though he was always on her mind. “Did you and, and Ethan move here?” It had hurt to mention her husband, but the man was a reality. “No, just me.” “You left him?” He leaned toward her, obviously burning with questions. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. He scanned her and she felt him stiffen. His eyes widened. His voice was just a whisper. “It’s mine.” She looked up stunned. No one here knew she was pregnant. She wasn’t showing, and she was seated. The table hid . . . but one look and he had known. “We need to talk. Let’s get out of here.” His voice was low and hard. He stood and reached for her hand. She didn’t protest. It felt like this had been inevitable somehow. He led her to his car and held her door. They were silent as he drove. She could see his jaw tensing, his arm muscles bunching. “Where are we going?” she finally asked. “Some place private.” He was silent after that and she didn’t disturb him. He pulled up to an apartment building on Hegal and parked. She had gotten out by the time he came around the car, but he took her arm again, as though he thought she would try to escape. The elevator was empty, but still neither spoke. Mulder opened the door to the apartment and let her precede him inside. Then he locked and bolted the door. She stood in the middle of the room and watched him. He began to pace, his agitation growing. “You’ve left Ethan. You’ve moved to Washington, but you don’t call. You don’t call me, and you’re pregnant!” His fist slammed into the wall and Dana jumped. He didn’t say anything. She approached him and took his hand in hers. “Come sit down.” She led him to the couch and he sat heavily. She turned then and headed for his kitchen. She ignored his uninjured hand coming out to stop her. He heard the drawers opening and closing, then ice rattling. She returned quickly with a dish towel full of ice and placed it on his injured hand. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly. He ignored that. “Talk to me. Why didn’t you call, why didn’t you tell me?” She gave a small shrug. “Getting up my courage? I’m sure you weren’t planning on acknowledging the child of a one-night stand.” His eyes narrowed at that statement. “We did use precaution, I know. In addition to the condoms, I was on the pill.” “So we’re supposed to have this child,” he said quietly. She met his eyes, startled. That was exactly what she had thought that night when she finally admitted to herself whose child it was. “Ethan didn’t think it was his?” She started to move away then, but he caught her hand. “What?” “Ethan can’t be the father. I’ve learned he had a vasectomy four years ago.” “He never told you?” She shook her head. “He wanted to ensure that the other person he was sleeping with never got pregnant.” “He was having an affair?” He sounded outraged. Her eyebrow rose. “Pot calling the kettle black here, Mulder.” He did look slightly abashed at that. “Okay, but we were only together once.” She sighed. “This one has been going on longer than that.” He looked puzzled for a moment, her tone, her expression was . . . then his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “Robin?” She needed to give up on being surprised by anything the man said. She just nodded wearily, leaning back against the couch. “His daughter? How the hell could the son of a bitch . . . Jesus! How, how did you know?” “The same way you did, I just knew. I don’t know; it all just fell into place. All those times when Robin made it uncomfortable or impossible for me to join them; years Mulder! Ethan was already furious, or he wouldn’t have blurted out that he got his vasectomy when Robin was ten. That’s not the date I would think he would use to remember that kind of procedure. He lost it; he was screaming at me and jerked me to my feet, I don’t think he realized what he’d said.” “He grabbed you?” Mulder’s eyes narrowed. “I’d never seen him like that.” “What set him off?” She looked up at him and just stared for a moment. “Oh.” “I had fixed a special dinner. I wanted to announce that we were . . . I had refused to even wish the baby was yours.” His eyes widened at that. “We were both so careful.” Her eyes filled and she looked away. “You should hear his excuses.” Her voice shook. “At first it was that she seduced him - a ten year old! When that didn’t seem to fly, he said he’d wanted to protect her, make sure her first sexual experiences were positive and gentle.” Mulder didn’t bother to voice an opinion; his incredulous expression said it all. “How is she?” “In therapy. And mad as hell that we turned him in.” “We?” “His other ex and I.” She shook her head. “How could I have missed it? I’m a pediatrician for god’s sake, and I’m married to a pedophile.” She looked up at the ceiling, blinking to keep the tears from falling. He moved closer. “As a breed they’re good at covering their tracks. If their victim is on their side . . . “ He brushed her hair back. “You need to eat something. You can’t skip meals, something with vegetables. Do you like Chinese?” She looked back at him, surprised at the turn in the conversation. “Well, you need to look after yourself. It won’t help to beat yourself up about this. The courts will handle it now.” She nodded and stood up. He reached for her with his good hand. “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Oh. It’s through there. I’ll go ahead and order.” They ate in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable now. When she had eaten to his satisfaction, he took her plate from her hands. They were still shaking slightly. “What are you going to do?” She shrugged. “He’s agreed to a no-fault divorce, at his lawyer’s recommendation. In Virginia that takes six months. I’m also looking into an annulment since no real marriage existed. With the charges against him that shouldn’t be a problem. I want to be rid of him; away from the whole thing.” She shivered slightly. “Are you cold?” She shook her head. He pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and laid it across her legs. “Try to relax. You’re here and you’re safe. Let me stand guard for a little while.” She managed a small smile at that. He leaned over and slipped her shoes off. “Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” He stood and headed for the bathroom himself. When he returned he saw that she had drifted off, snuggled under his afghan. He watched her for a moment. She’d been through hell, whether she admitted it or not. He wanted to strangle the illusive Ethan, for several reasons. He turned back to his bedroom and stripped the bed, putting on fresh sheets. She could stay here tonight. They had so much more to talk about. When he returned to the living room, he knelt beside her. “Dana?” She didn’t even stir. He thought about it a minute, then carefully lifted her into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. He watched, but she was still asleep. She’d be more comfortable undressed. This wasn’t a seduction, far from it. He just wanted her to be at ease. He carefully removed her dress and hose, then slipped one of his gray t-shirts over her head. She merely rolled to her side and slept on. Who knew how long it had been since she’d had a decent night’s sleep. He smiled then. She seemed more peaceful than he’d seen her all evening. He moved back out to the living room and booted up his computer. He’d been working over an hour and a half when he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. She held out the hem of his t-shirt. It nearly reached her knees. “Light touch.” He shrugged. “Looks good on you.” Her eyebrow rose. “What, you don’t like haute couture?” he said with a grin. He rose from his chair and moved to the couch, holding out his hand for her to join him. She shook her head lightly and sat down beside him. “I should be getting home.” “Where is home?” He leaned back, watching her. “You know the Children’s Clinic, about a block from the diner?” He nodded, as she added. “I have an apartment about two blocks past that.” He sat up straight then. “No.” “Excuse me?” “That’s no place for you to live. It’s not safe. You can’t - “ He saw her expression, but didn’t back down. “You’re sounding a little caveman, Mulder.” “Okay, I’ll be caveman. You’re not staying there.” “And just where - “ “Here. At least until you find a place in a better neighborhood,” he amended. “A more expensive neighborhood,” she corrected him. “I don’t want you worrying about that. I have - “ “Mulder, I have my savings. I just don’t want to go into them yet. I know I’ll need them later. “ “Please, I want you here. You can have the bedroom. I usually sleep out here anyway.” “You want me to move in with you?” Her tone bordered on the incredulous. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He slumped a little. She gave him a tiny smile. “It’s a nice offer, but - “ she glanced uncertainly toward the bedroom. “Listen, I’m not expecting . . . “ “That’s not what I was thinking - “ They both stopped, embarrassed. “Okay,” he broke the silence. “Maybe we don’t know each other all that well, but we are connected. I would really appreciate you staying here for a few days.” Their eyes locked and held. After a long moment she looked down. “I guess I could stay here tonight.” He realized he’d been holding his breath and wanted to laugh at himself. “Good. Do you want me to go get your things?” She chuckled then. “I can get by tonight and go to my place to change in the morning before work, but thank you.” He opened his mouth, but her look stopped him. He’d have to pick his fights. ***** The next morning he woke slowly, realizing that the warmth at his side was her and that his hand rested on her stomach. He was still processing that information when she turned and opened her eyes. She drew back immediately, then relaxed. “I thought you were going to sleep on the couch.” “I did. I don’t remember coming in here.” “Do you sleep walk?” He shrugged. “I live alone. No one’s complained.” He slipped out of the bed then. “I am sorry.” “It’s, it’s okay.” She rose as well. “I need to get ready for work.” He opened his mouth, but her eyebrow stopped him for a moment. She started for the bathroom. “Dana . . . Listen, if you want to take a little time off . . . “ “Mulder, I need to work. I need the money.” “You don’t. I mean . . . listen, you have a lot going on right now. You’ve got the divorce, the annulment, the court case, you’ve left your home. Why won’t you let me look after you for a little while? I want to. I’m not just saying that.” “Mulder, I know you mean it. But I also know you’re feeling . . . guilty about . . . I can look after myself. I am a doctor.” “Don’t doctors make the worse patients?” “I’m not a patient.” “But you are pregnant. In light of my caveman status, do I get a say in anything? It’s my baby, too.” “Mulder I can look after myself.” He seemed to deflate at that. “I know. I just . . . You’re right. Go ahead and get ready, then I’ll take you home.” “Mulder, don’t be like that. I’m not upset with you. I, I need to feel some control. I need to feel like I can handle this. I’m not shutting you out. I did stay here last night and I did end up sleeping with you.” He gave her a slight smile at that. “I guess that’s true.” He sighed. “If I take you home, what happens then? When will I see you?” He took her hand. “We do have more to talk about.” “I know.” “We could have dinner. You know, a, a date?” Mulder shrugged. “That’s a little backwards, isn’t it? We’re a little beyond dating.” Her hand caressed her stomach. His eyes locked on her body. “Yeah, I guess we are.” “Dinner, huh? I guess that’s a good idea. But I don’t plan to move in here. Deal?” There was a hesitation on his part, but he met her eyes. “Deal.” ***** She looked up surprised when he walked into the clinic late that afternoon. “I, I thought I was going to meet you.” He shrugged. “Why waste the gas?” Her eyebrow rose, but she allowed him to lead her to his car. “Remember, you have to bring me back here to pick up my car.” “Sure.” He looked innocent, but she’d keep an eye on the time. ***** It didn’t work out that way. Dinner was wonderful and the conversation stimulating. He carefully avoided any discussion of the baby or the court case, instead concentrating on getting to know her, her family, her friends. Once again they shut down a restaurant and she just sat back, staring at him. “Where the hell does the time go when we’re together?” “So you think I cause missing time?” He grinned as he took her hand to help her from her chair. “You must.” He led her to his car without another word and opened the door for her. She was asleep when he reached his apartment. He rounded the car and opened her door, kneeling beside the car. “Dana? Honey, wake up.” “Mmm, what?” “You fell asleep. I’m going to put you to bed.” “Muld, mmm . . . “ He grinned at that and carried her inside. The next morning he again woke wrapped around her small body, his hand over their child. She stretched and realized he had again joined her. She looked up at him. “Yes, you do sleep walk. And would you like to explain why I’m here again?” He gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Oh that. You fell asleep on the way home, so I just . . . I really don’t mind. Maybe tonight you should lock the door.” “Mulder, I . . . I don’t want to mess up the divorce. We can’t - “ “Dana, I understand. I’m not, I’m not trying to . . . Dana, I want you. I hope you already know that, but I don’t want to cause you any problems.” He couldn’t mistake the look of relief that raced across her face. He pulled her to him then. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.” “There’s so much . . . baggage now.” “Baggage? If you mean our child, that’s the wrong word.” “There’s also the court case, and - “ “Shh.” He kissed her brow. “None of that bothers me. I don’t want it to bother you. I’m here,” he grinned, “and I shouldn’t be, but I am and I will be. Lean on me. We’re connected now.” ***** He called during lunch. “Hi, thought I’d see where you wanted to go on our date tonight.” “I think we overdid it last night, thank you.” “How can you say that? No dancing, no movie, and you fell asleep on me.” He grinned. “Why do I think that was the plan? Mulder, remember what I said about not moving in?” “So let’s go to your place tonight. I’ll bring dinner and meet you at work. You can give me the tour.” “The tour?” Her voice was dripping with irony now. “Of course. I need to know what’s better than my place. Italian?” “I didn’t say it was better.” She sighed. “Fine. I’ll wait for you here.” She heard him chuckling as he hung up. He followed her in his car the few blocks to her apartment. His impression of the place did not improve on closer inspection. The doorknob to her unit was loose though the lock seemed to be holding. He looked up at her after jiggling it. “There’s also a chain,” she said quietly. “Oh good.” The sarcasm coated his voice. She ignored him and took the bag of food from his hand. The table in the kitchen part of the efficiency wobbled slightly, but he fixed that with a folded napkin. The dishes came with the apartment, but they were sparkling clean. They were in the middle of dinner when the sirens and blue lights skidded to a stop in her courtyard. Mulder pulled the gun from under his arm and moved toward the window. She started to join him but he motioned for her to move back into the kitchen alcove. He twitched the curtains and watched the police break into a unit three doors down. They dragged out a couple of men and a woman, and the cars carrying them peeled out. Two cars remained behind. Mulder turned to look at her. “You planned this,” she said quietly. He almost smiled then. “Please don’t stay here tonight.” Her shoulders slumped. “Please.” She met his eyes and after a moment nodded. He waited while she packed her bag, then took her back to his apartment. They were silent on the drive, but when she got out of the car she stopped. “Dana?” “I, I appreciate - “ “Dana, stop. I want you here. Come on up and get comfortable.” She got ready for bed, then came out and joined him on the couch. They watched one of his cheesy sci fi films that had her laughing out loud at parts of it. When it was over, she rose to go to the bedroom. “Dana, I’m not kidding. You should lock the bedroom door tonight. I love waking up next to you, but for right now . . . “ She nodded. “I feel a little funny about it. It is your bedroom.” He grinned. “It will be again.” He winked and appreciated her light blush. “Go on to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Good night,” she said faintly and moved into the bedroom. He heard the lock snick into place and sighed. It had felt good having her in his arms, but she was right. Now wasn’t the best time. But soon. ***** He took a deep breath and felt her hair on his face. Oh no . . . wait. he was still on the couch. She, she was sprawled atop him with one leg resting between his thighs, and sound asleep. He glanced over at the bedroom door. It was open. A small smile started to grow on his face. “Uh, Dana?” “Umm. Mulder?” “I’m not the only one sleep walking around here.” His grin was growing. “I locked the door.” She was starting to sit up. “That was only to keep me out, not keep you in.” Her blush was adorable, and he pulled her back down into his arms. “I think we fit well together.” “I came out here when you didn’t come to me?” she asked a little helplessly. He nodded, watching her closely now. She pushed away from him and scrambled to her feet. She stepped on one of his shoes and teetered for an instant. He was on his feet instantly, his hands steadying her. “Careful.” She didn’t acknowledge his words, looking down at the floor. “What are you feeling?” he asked softly. “I’m scared.” He released her arms. “Of me?” She looked up then. “Of me,” she answered, then looked down again. “I don’t understand.” “This is not me!” Her voice was loud in the apartment, but he didn’t move away. “I don’t do things like this. I don’t break my wedding vows. I know they were already shattered, but not by me! I don’t sleep with a man the third time I see him. I don’t get pregnant out of wedlock. I don’t move to a strange city to be near a man I barely know. I had other options, my parents are in Hawaii, my older brother is in California and my younger one is in Ohio. But no, I pull up stakes and come to a city I haven’t even visited in years! I’m not like this! I don’t fall in - “ she stopped abruptly and looked toward the door. “Fall in what?” he wasn’t touching her but she could see his hands were fisted, as though restraining himself. Her shoulders slumped. “Fall in love.” “In love?” She could hear the smile in his voice and managed to look up. His delight caused an answering smile of her own. At that he drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” ***** Simple Choices 4/? (R) She was standing at the far end of the nurse’s station making notes in a chart when something made her look up. He was headed for the main desk and everyone was giving him the eye. In that suit, cut so perfectly for those long legs and that ass . . . everyone, and that included the only male nurse, Vince. She didn’t speak, but his head turned and he spotted her. His smile grew. He moved easily toward her. He didn’t kiss her, but his hand brushed hers and it felt as though he had. “What are you doing here?” “I couldn’t stay away,” he answered as a smile lit up his face. “Good answer, but why are you here?” His smile slipped. “I have to go out of town. I wanted to let you know and give you this.” He dangled a key in front of her. “I want you to stay at the apartment while I’m gone. No excuse,” he said as she opened her mouth to protest. “The fish need you, Dana.” She did smile then. “How long will you be gone?” “A couple of days at least. Will you be okay?” “Yes. Lonely, but okay. When do you leave?” “Now.” “Now?” That slipped out before she could stop it. Coming home to him had become the best part of her day. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” “Of course, but I’ll probably miss you.” “You better. I’ll call you tonight.” She nodded, not wanting him to realize the loneliness she was already beginning to feel. “Be careful.” He nodded and squeezed her hand once more. Then he turned and left the clinic. She took a deep breath and returned to work. ***** She stopped to pick up dinner on her way home. As she let herself into his apartment, she was surprised at how empty the place felt without him. She ate with the TV on, on the Sci Fi channel, though she chided herself for it. She cleaned the kitchen, then since she was alone, ran a bubble bath and sank down into the warmth. She should take advantage of this more often. It wouldn’t be that long before she’d have to forego the tub. She let her hand caress the slight curve to her stomach. Her breasts were larger, fuller, but when she was dressed no one could tell she was pregnant, except Mulder of course. She relaxed in the suds until the water cooled. It had been a long time since she’d indulged herself like this and it felt good. Ready for bed early, she headed back for the living room. She knew she was waiting for his call and had a flashback to high school that caused a faint smile on her face. Reading didn’t hold her attention and soon her eyes grew heavy. She thought about moving to the bed, but it seemed like too much effort, so she cuddled in under his afghan. She was drifting between awake and asleep when the phone rang. She snatched it up on the first ring. “Hello?” “That’s the best thing I ever heard from my apartment.” Her smile grew. “It feels funny being here without you.” “Please know it feels terrible from this end. I especially like it when you hunt me down in the night and - “ “Mulder,” he could hear the humor in her voice. “I’m just being honest, Dr. Scully.” “Well if we’re being honest, I kind of miss you too.” “So what are you doing to keep yourself occupied without me?” She could hear him getting comfortable and visualized him sprawled out on a bed in some motel. “I took a bubble bath.” He made a noise she couldn’t quite interpret and she pulled a pillow around to support her. “That . . . that’s a visual I might use to get me through this.” “What is ‘this’? Or can you talk about it?” “Um, not good conversation material.” There was a pause, then, “I need to get back. I’m on break and Patterson isn’t the most tolerant. I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be. Thank you for checking in and letting me know you’re safe.” “I’ll call back tomorrow. Take care of yourself.” “I will. You do the same.” He chuckled at that. “Sleep well.” He broke the connection then and the apartment seemed so much lonelier without his voice. She thought about moving to the bed, but she was comfortable and his scent surrounded her. She pulled the afghan tighter around her and drifted off. It wasn’t a peaceful night for her. Unremembered dreams had awakened her several times but at least there was no morning sickness. She was stunned at how lonely she felt without him, but shoved that aside and got ready for work. It was a busy day at the clinic, so that kept her mind off of him most of the day. It was around two when one of the nurses stuck her head in the door of the examining room, just as she was finishing up. “You have a call on line two.” She gave the nurse a quick thanks and hurried to her office. “Dr. Scully.” “It’s Ethan.” Without a word she started to put the receiver down, but heard him call. “Don’t hang up! Dana please.” She hesitated, but finally brought the phone back to her ear. “We have nothing to talk about.” “I need some help.” “You need a lot more help than I can give you.” There was silence for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice sounded carefully restrained. “Dana, there’s some business - “ “I only took what was mine. Ask your lawyer.” “I know that, but we were married, I need - “ “We were never married. You made sure of that.” She hated that her voice shook a little, but the call had caught her off guard. He was silent again for a moment. “You know I took the plea.” “Yes,” she answered shortly. “Well, that’s a guilty plea, so I need to get some things settled for while I’m gone.” “That’s what lawyers are for.” “He needs your signature, for the house, my car was in both names . . .” There was a long hesitation then she sighed. “Have him send me the papers. I do not want to see him.” “Yeah, okay. You filed for the divorce?“ “Yes. You should have a copy.” “I probably do. The post office is holding my mail.” “Are we through?” “Are, are you doing okay? The baby - “ “I’m not talking to you about any of that. Just have your attorney send the papers to the clinic in DC. I’ll sign them and send them back.” “Yeah, okay. Dana, I’m - “ “Don’t. And don’t call me again. If you need to communicate with me, have your attorney call. Goodbye.” She broke the connection and folded her hands in her lap. They were shaking and she felt . . . dirty just talking to the man. She realized she hadn’t checked in with Kathee in a couple of days, but she couldn’t face it now. This stress wasn’t good for the baby, Mulder’s child. She took several deep breaths and caressed her stomach. Mulder wouldn’t be home tonight and she felt his absence like a blow. Before she could leave the room, the phone rang again. Ethan wouldn’t call back, would he? “Dr. Scully.” Her voice was steady but professionally distant. “Dana?” He sounded breathless. “Mulder, are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He was getting his breath back but the worried tone hadn’t left his voice. “Nothing’s wrong.” “You’re sure, the baby?” “We’re both good, Mulder. Is that why you called?” “I, I don’t know. I just had to hear your voice.” “Are you okay? You’re out of breath.” “I, uh, I didn’t have reception on my phone. I had to . . . “ “Thank you, thank you for worrying about us.” “Like I could stop. Did something happen? I was sure - “ Ethan, she thought, but didn’t say it. There was nothing Mulder could do anyway. “Are you, do you know when you can come home?” “We’re getting closer, tomorrow, maybe the next day. Dana, you don’t sound like yourself. Are you sure you’re okay? There’s nothing wrong with you or the baby?” “I’m fine, Mulder. It’s been a busy day . . . and I miss you.” “God, I miss you too. I don’t know if I’ll be home tomorrow, but there’s been a break and I, I hope it won’t be but another day or two.” “Good, I want you here and, and I think you need to be here.” “Do I ever. Look, I’m not going to be able to call tonight. There’ll be a lot going on. Just, just know I love you.” “Mulder - “ but he had broken the connection. “I love you too,” she said quietly and turned back to her folder. She found herself with little appetite when she left the clinic, but forced herself to again stop and pick up dinner on the way home. She surprised herself by ordering a cheeseburger, but it was what she wanted. Then she hurried home to lock herself in for the night. It had to be Ethan’s phone call that had unnerved her so; and of course Mulder still being out of town. After her early dinner she realized how exhausted she was and stretched out on the couch again. It was much too early to go to bed, but she could barely keep her eyes open. ### She was in the woods moving quickly; other shadow figures were hurrying along with her. She felt heavy but the feeling that she needed to move even more swiftly was on her. There, that was the building she’d been looking for. It looked decrepit from the outside, but she could tell that the door was reinforced and the hinges new, but painted in order not to catch the light. The windows were blacked out and there was no sound except the scrunch of the leaves under her feet. She opened the door cautiously and was struck dumb at the sight. It was an abattoir, a slaughter house. She’d never seen, or smelled, anything like it. Hooks hung from the ceiling and the remainder of a woman’s body hung from one of them. The table held instruments of all kinds, most bloody, along with smaller body parts. She saw a couple of fingers and braids of hair that had been dipped in blood and carelessly thrown on the table before she turned away. The view away from the table was not much better; there was blood on the walls as well. She stopped, stunned, in front of a flower - a small daisy, as though drawn by a child - drawn on the wall in blood. It looked like something she would have drawn in kindergarten using yellow finger paint. There were words as well, names of the victims, other words that she couldn’t put into context, all written in blood. A movement in the corner drew her attention. They weren’t alone, he was there - Left! To the left! ### She woke, chest heaving, tears of terror in her eyes. She clutched the afghan to her and forced her breathing under control. What the hell? Had her conversation with Ethan unnerved her that much? She settled back against the pillow, and reached for the remote and flipped on the TV. That wasn’t like her, she never slept with the TV on, but tonight . . . She curled onto her side and after a long time slept again. She woke unrested the next morning but at least she wasn’t sick. She wanted to talk to Mulder. She shook that off and took a shower and got ready for work. She reached for her purse, but then stopped. She needed to speak with Mulder. She turned back to the phone and dialed the main switchboard at the Bureau. After being put on hold a couple of times and transferred two or three times, a man answered the phone. “AD Skinner. How may I help you?” “I’m trying to get in touch with Agent Fox Mulder.” “May I ask why?” “I . . . is he all right?” “I’m sorry; your name please?” “I’m Dr. Dana Scully.” Her voice was beginning to betray her annoyance. “Scully? I, just a minute please.” Once again she was placed on hold. Her temper had the best of her now. She was ready to hang up and call back when Mr. Skinner came back on the line. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Dr. Scully. How can I help you?” “I just wanted to know if there was a way to get in touch with Agent Mulder. I don’t want to interfere with his case, but - “ “Agent Mulder is going to be fine.” “Going to be?“ Her voice rose and shook ever so slightly. “He was injured last night, during an arrest. He was transported by ambulance and they kept him overnight. My information is that there was no medical reason to keep him any longer. He’ll be flying home this afternoon.” She was silent, absorbing the information. “Dr. Scully? I’m sorry for the delay in informing you, there was some confusion when the information came in.” “Confusion?” Her breath was shallow and she had to concentrate on his words. “The change order for next of kin hadn’t completed processing. I recognized your name.” “Next of . . . “ She shook her head, unimportant. “What are his injuries?” “He was shot in the left shoulder. They had to perform surgery to remove the bullet but word I’ve received is that he’s already making a nuisance of himself to get out.” “What flight?” “I don’t know at this time. Give me your number and I’ll have my assistant call you personally when we find out.” “Th-thank you.” “Dr. Scully, I apologize again for the delay. I assure you Kim will keep you up to date.” She nodded, still stunned at the turn of events, then realized she hadn’t spoken. She quickly gave him a couple of phone numbers and hung up. Then she sank onto the couch where she had slept the last two nights. Shot? Okay, she knew he was an FBI agent, but it had never really penetrated that he was in that kind of danger when he was out on a case. He could have been . . . She closed her eyes and found the pillow she had used during the night pressed to her face, breathing in the essence of him. ***** He looked up startled when he heard her voice, then a confused smile took over his face. She’d come to the airport? To, to meet him? How had she known the flight? For that matter how had she known something was wrong? Her eyes were on the sling as she rushed to him. “I’m okay, Dana I’m okay.” She didn’t try to speak, just holding him for a moment. He relished the feel of her against him. No one had ever met him coming home before. Damn, it was worth the bullet. He swayed slightly when she stepped back, though he tried to hide it. ”I had to check my bag. Come on.” With his good arm around her, he led her to baggage claim. He was less steady on his feet than he wanted her to see. As they stood in the baggage claim area, she silently took note of the dark circles under his eyes. When his bag came around, she reached for it. “Don’t even think about it, Dana.” “You were shot. You’re not going to carry - “ “And you’re pregnant,” he nuzzled her ear. “I’m carrying the suitcase, but I’ll let you drive.” He spotted the tears in her eyes and pulled her against him again. “I’m okay. I’m here, I’m with you. I’m okay.” “You’re not okay, Mulder, not yet. It’s too soon after your injury and I can certainly manage one suitcase. It’s not that big. It won’t hurt me,” she insisted as she reached for his bag. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded with a strained sigh and leaned into her, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “And, I’m staying home tomorrow, to keep an eye on you,” she added. “I like the sound of that,” he said softly. She led him to the car and helped him buckle in. They were quiet on the way home. He kept his eyes on her, but her eyes remained on the road. At the apartment he again lost the argument to carry his bag. She led him to the couch and had him recline with a pillow to support his arm and brought him a glass of tea. “Are you hungry?” she brushed his hair back, needing to touch him. “You know, I believe I am. Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.” “Mulder! You’ve been taking pain medication on an empty stomach! No wonder you’re so woozy.” “I only took one, just enough to let me get back here to you. It’s already wearing off. After I get something on my stomach I’ll be fine. Just call in for whatever you want. I could eat anything.” “Well you’re in luck. While I was waiting to go to the airport I fixed some dinner. I just need to heat it up.” “You cook?” She glared at him. “I used to cook quite a bit.” “Incredible, you work full time, you’re pregnant and now I find out you’re a gourmet cook.” “I didn’t say gourmet. And I was not exactly able to concentrate on a complicated recipe. This came off the back of a soup can.” “That’s still more complicated than I usually attempt.” “Relax. This won’t take long.” “I could help - “ “No. You rest.” His hand took hers and played with her fingers until she was out of reach. It didn’t take long to heat up the casserole. She hated to wake him, but if he hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours that was more important now. “Mulder? Wake up. You need to eat, then you can go on to bed.” “Umm, yeah,” he mumbled and opened his eyes. Seeing her leaning over him he smiled. He pulled her down and met her lips. “Mulder, food first.” “I need this more.” He could feel her smile against his lips. When she pulled back he allowed it, though he gave her a pout. She laughed out loud in relief that he was able to play. “Come eat, Mulder.” She started to help him sit up but he scowled at her. “I can do this.” She rolled her eyes but allowed him to sit up and move toward the table. She served his plate and he ate with gusto. “What is this?” “Chicken and broccoli with rice.” “Broc - there’s broccoli in this?” “Shut up, Mulder.” He chuckled and held out his plate for seconds. After dinner he agreed to go back to the couch while she cleaned up. When she returned to the main room it was to find him looking through a file. He realized she was back and flipped the file closed. “You’re not supposed to be working, Mulder.” “I’m not. I just have to be ready to file my report.” “Later. You’re recuperating tonight. Don’t tell me you aren’t tired. I want you to take your medication and get ready for bed.” “Mmm, I like anxious women.” She rolled her eyes and this time did take his good arm to help him to his feet. When he started for the bathroom, she bent down to pick up a piece of paper that had fallen to the floor. It was a photograph. She flipped it over and gasped. Mulder whirled back toward her. “Dana?” “What, what is this?” She held out the photo with a shaking hand. Her pallor frightened him. He took it and led her back to the couch and seated her. “Dana?” “What is that!” He glanced down at the photo then and closed his eyes. “Dana, please - “ “It’s a flower, right? It’s a flower drawn in blood on the wall of a building out in the woods.” His mouth fell open. “How did - “ “I saw it. Last night, I entered that building, I saw that woman on the hook, the names written on the wall.” “That’s not possible.” “I thought it was a dream, a nightmare because, because I was upset. But that wasn’t it. I was seeing this through, through your eyes.” Her voice grew softer as she spoke. “You, you believe that?” She shook her head, but said, “What else can it be?” His eyes widened then. “It was you.” She looked up puzzled. “I heard your voice, you screamed ‘left, to the left’. It was your voice and I turned. It’s the reason the bullet only hit my shoulder. I was wearing Kevlar, but the angle . . . Dana?” Her eyes were locked on him. “I saw a movement and I yelled that in my dream. Kevlar, I felt heavy as I was walking through the woods. Mulder?” He took a deep breath. “Let’s get ready for bed.” “What?” “I need you to relax. Come on.” “I, I was going to sleep out here. I don’t want to hurt your shoulder.” He shook his head. “And I don’t want anyone stumbling or tripping as we sleep walk to each other tonight. Let’s just start out in the same bed and save a little time. Dana, I need to hold you tonight.” She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. He followed her into the bedroom. She took the bathroom first and when she emerged in her nightgown, saw him struggling with his own clothing. Without a word she finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipped off his sling long enough to tug the shirt off. “What about a t-shirt? That will help keep your arm still and be more comfortable than the sling while you sleep.” He nodded and allowed her to pull the shirt over his head. “I’ll get your medicine.” She left the room, not seeing or ignoring the hand he reached out to stop her. He could see how disturbed she was by her revelations. It had happened; she had saved his life last night. It had been her voice that caused him to turn. He’d been horrified at the thought that she had somehow shown up at the site . . . of course that was absurd. There was no way she could have appeared, but she had been there. She had seen - He looked up to see her returning with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. She was so lovely. The gown clung to her as she moved toward him. He could see that her stomach was no longer completely flat and he marveled again that this woman carried his child. “Mulder?” “Yeah.” He held out his hand for her. She moved against him and he felt the shudder that ran through her body. “We don’t have to think about this tonight.” “You think we can stop?” He sighed. “We have to try. Could you open the medicine for me?” She nodded and shook two pills into his hand. He tossed them into his mouth and took the glass of water. He climbed into the bed and after she made sure his arm was supported, she walked around the bed and crawled in beside him. He pulled her against him and she relaxed into his warmth. She started to ask a question, but he shushed her gently. “Just rest tonight. We’re together and there’s nothing we can do tonight about any of this.” She nodded and seemed to move even closer if possible. She closed her eyes and in a moment, so did he. When he woke the next morning it was to find her sitting up against the headboard, watching him sleep. “Dana? You okay?” “I, I don’t know.” “You take the bathroom first.” She nodded and left the bed. When the door shut, he managed to rise, his body stiff, and headed toward the kitchen. He was back, sitting on the bed when she emerged. “I’ll make the coffee.” “It’s already started; it should be ready in a minute.” She seemed to nod and reached for her robe. He brushed her hand as he moved around her toward the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom it was empty so he turned toward the kitchen. She was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of her, staring into its depths. “Dana?” She didn’t look up. “What’s happening to us?” He slipped into the chair across from her. “I have a theory.” She looked up when he didn’t continue. “What? What could you possibly think - “ “We both had an experience when we were younger, when our sisters were taken.” “What?” “We were present when it happened, we both were unconscious for days afterward, we both are extraordinarily healthy. And we created a child the only time we were together, in spite of precautions on both of our parts.” “You, you think . . . whatever took Missy and Samantha changed us?” He looked away for an instant, then met her eyes. “I don’t know of any other way for you to accompany me on my mission that night.” “Accompany?” “We’re in contact. We’re in contact like I have never known before with anyone. I think it’s the baby.” “The baby?” she sounded strangled. “You can’t be serious.” “I . . . Yes, I am.” He reached for her hand but she drew it back. He felt the bottom drop out. “Dana.” “I’m listening.” But she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s just a theory.” “I, I can’t. . . Do you think something’s wrong with the baby? I haven’t had an ultrasound or - “ “No, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the baby. I don’t. I, I think it’s why we’re connected. It’s part of both of us. It’s connecting us differently than most couples, but most couples haven’t lived through our experience.” “Aliens.” “Dana, just think about it.” He reached for her hand again and this time she didn’t pull away. Suddenly he sat up straighter. “You said you were upset when you went to bed. Why?” “What?” “You said you thought what happened was a nightmare because you were upset.” She closed her eyes, she’d completely forgotten. “I, I got a phone call from Ethan.” “Ethan? What did that SOB want?” He seemed to grow in front of her. “He, uh, he needs me to sign some papers, about the house and the car.” “He called you here?” “No, no he doesn’t know anything about where I live, or you. He called the clinic. I had to leave a number with his attorney. I wouldn’t let anyone know where I am. He called just before you did.” He stared at her a moment. “I called because I knew something was wrong.” She nodded slowly. “You were out of breath and thought something was wrong with the baby.” “Or with you. I was out of breath because there was no cell phone service where I was standing when I knew something had happened. I had to get somewhere I had reception.” “Mulder?” He took a relieved breath. “Are you going to sign the papers?” “They’re being sent to me. I’ll see what they are.” She looked down at her coffee again. “You changed the subject.” “Let’s just mull it over for today.” “I need to get to work.” “I thought you were taking today off.” “I, I was, but - “ “But you don’t want to be with me today.” His face was carefully blank. “No, that’s not . . . How can we find out more about, about this?” He was quiet then. She didn’t rush him. After a few minutes he looked up. “Robert Trotter.” “What about him?” “Was he - “ “Oh my god. He was there. He was in the hospital after Betsy . . .I’m an idiot. I didn’t even think - “ “You had no reason to. Do you think his parents would let us talk to him?” “I don’t know. He lives with his mother now.” “They divorced,” he stated flatly. She nodded. “They lost a child. They blamed each other. It happens a lot.” “Tell me about it.” She watched his face then. That was the most she’d ever heard him say about his family. After a moment, she continued. “I can call Gloria.” He nodded. “I think you should. I need to talk - “ “We need to talk to him.” Her expression assured him he wouldn’t win this one. ***** Simple Choices - 5/? (PG-13) Dana knocked on the door and Gloria opened it quickly, inviting them in. “Dana, it’s good to see you. Are you doing okay?” Dana nodded. “I’m fine. Thank you. This is my friend, Fox Mulder. He’s the one I mentioned; he’s looking into Betsy’s case.” “Has there been - “ “No, Gloria, but if he can find something that looks like some other cases he’s worked on . . . “ Gloria sighed, but nodded. “How’s Rob?” His mother looked worried then. “He’s quieter. He doesn’t hang out with his friends any more. He’s dropped out of all of his team sports. His grades have gone up, but I have to admit I wish he were a little more social.” Dana nodded. Gloria’s shoulders slumped. “I’ll call him. Do you want me to stay?” “If you don’t mind, I’ll stay with them,” Dana said gently. Gloria nodded and moved to the stairs. The young boy came to the top of stairs and stopped, looking down at them. “Rob, you remember Dr. Scully. This is her friend, Mr. Mulder. They want to talk to you.” “What about?” his voice was sullen. Dana spoke then. “Betsy. Please, Rob, just for a few minutes.” He looked like he wanted to refuse, but didn’t know how. He came downstairs and Mulder followed him to the sun room in the back. Dana squeezed Gloria’s hand, then followed Mulder. Rob flopped down on the couch. Dana sat beside him and Mulder drew up a chair, facing them. Rob looked back and forth between them, stopping with Dana. “Are you going to have a baby?” Before Dana could even think of a response, Mulder was on his feet looming over the boy. Rob jerked back, his arm up to protect himself. Dana’s hand closed over Mulder’s forearm and he drew back. “Why do you ask that?” she looked at the boy, trying not to show her uneasiness. “I, I don’t know.” Dana looked over at Mulder. He took a deep breath and eased back down into the chair forcing some control on himself. “I’d like to ask you a few questions about the night your sister disappeared.” Rob slumped back against the couch. “I’ve told everyone everything I know.” “Rob,” Dana said quietly, “please, one more time.” He huffed, but looked down at his shoes. “Sure. Mom and Dad had gone down the street to a party. They left me in charge; they did that when they were going out in the neighborhood. It wasn’t late, we were playing one of her games and the lights went out. I got up to see if the other lights on the street were out, and she started screaming. I turned back and, and I woke up in the hospital a few days later. That’s all I remember.” Dana looked over at Mulder; he was withdrawn, his eyes were filled with remembered pain. She turned back to the boy. “Is there anything else? Any scent or feeling?” The boy shook his head. “I examined you that night, when you were brought in to the hospital. There wasn’t a mark on you. Mulder?” He didn’t face her, but met Rob’s eyes. “I want to tell you a story, about me.” “Mulder, are you sure?” Mulder ignored her. Rob looked confused, but nodded. “When I was twelve years old and my sister, Samantha, was eight, my parents left me in charge and went next door to play cards with the neighbors. They’d done it before, it was no big deal. We were watching TV and playing a game. When she changed the channel, the power went out. I yelled at her as if it was her fault, but of course it wasn’t. Then the room started shaking, like an earthquake. Things fell over and broke. She started yelling my name. I saw her, she was, she was floating in the air. I ran to the bookcase because my father kept a gun on the top shelf. I threw the box to the floor and it broke open. I remember being over the gun, then, then I woke up in the hospital three days later.” Rob just looked at him for a long moment. “Are you bullshitting me?” “No. That’s what happened. I swear.” Mulder looked over at Dana. She nodded. “I have a story too, Rob. It happened before Mulder’s story. I was only five. . . “ ***** He sat staring at them for a long time. “Your sister came back,” he said to Dana. She nodded. “But yours never did,” Rob sighed, looking back at Mulder. “She hasn’t yet,” Mulder said quietly. Dana reached out for him and Mulder squeezed her hand, then turned back to Rob. “Your mother says you’ve quit baseball and basketball.” Rob shrugged. “Everyone treats me different now. No one asks, but they all wonder if I killed her and hid her body. It’s not fun anymore.” Dana nodded. “But your grades have improved.” Again Rob shrugged. “Are you studying a lot more now?” “No. Not really.” “You have a good memory?” Dana asked. “A great one. I remember everything . . . except that night.” Dana asked quietly, “Rob, was your memory this good before that night?” She felt Mulder’s head swivel toward her, but she kept looking at the boy. He blinked, thinking back. “No, no it wasn’t. I didn’t think about it; it feels like it was always . . . but it wasn’t.” He looked over at Mulder, whose expression was carefully blank. “Mulder?” She drew him back, again reaching for his hand. Mulder stood silently for a moment before he faced her, stunned. “He’s right. It happened then. I never even . . . “ “Dr. Scully? What about you?” “No. My memory isn’t as good as yours and Mulder’s. The experience was different for me. Missy is back and I was a lot younger. Maybe it’s not the same thing.” “What about our health, Dana?” Mulder turned to Rob again. “Have you been sick since Betsy was taken? Sniffles, anything?” Rob shook his head. “I’m real healthy.” They were all three quiet for a moment then, taking it all in. Rob looked over at Mulder finally. “What about the baby?” Mulder tensed, but it was Dana who spoke. “How did you know I was going to have a baby?” He thought about it for moment, then shrugged. “I just knew.” She turned to Mulder. “Just like you.” He nodded slowly, then looked back at Rob. “What about it?” “Well, won’t it be like us, you know with a great memory and, you think we’re extra healthy. Since you were both . . . changed, won’t it be as well?” “I . . . I guess it could, couldn’t it?” A non-committal answer, but both adults had been caught off guard by the question. Mulder was deep in thought. “What does your father do, Rob?” The boy blinked at the subject change, but went along. “He owns a big electronics company. He travels all over the world.” “You don’t get to see him much?” Dana asked. Rob shrugged. “That’s not much different. He was always gone a lot.” “Rob, we need to keep this quiet,” Mulder said suddenly. “Don’t mention that we were here to him, or our names. Do you have a computer?” “Yeah, a good one.” “How about an email account?” The boy nodded and Mulder pulled a card from his pocket. He scribbled something on the back and handed it to Rob. “This is my private email address and my cell phone number. We may need to be in touch without letting other people know.” Rob nodded and asked, “So what are we going to do?” Both of the adults turned to look at the boy. “Do?” Dana asked. “Well, we have to do something, right?” She caught the smile growing on Mulder’s face. Mulder grinned full out then, dispelling some of the tension in the room. “I’m very glad to have met you, Rob.” The boy beamed and Dana managed a smile as well. The tap on the door startled them, and Gloria opened the door. “Can I get you anything?” It was Mulder who responded. “Thanks, but no. We need to be headed back to DC.” He rose from his chair. “I appreciate you letting us speak with Rob.” “Thank you, for continuing to look for Betsy.” Mulder took Dana’s hand, helped her up from the couch, and turned her toward the door. Rob followed. At the front door, Mulder stepped over to Rob as Dana said her goodbyes to Gloria. “Try out for the swim team. You’re competing against yourself in that and maybe long distance running for track. I did pretty well in both.” Rob grinned and nodded; the precious card in his hand. Mulder walked Dana to the car, but stopped her before she rounded it. “Why don’t I drive?” “You can’t drive with one arm.” “Can you drive?” She didn’t meet his eyes, but stepped away and let herself into the car. He made no comment, letting himself into the car as well. He fumbled with the seatbelt, but she reached over and took it from him. She buckled it, then took hold of the steering wheel. “Dana?” “Do you think something’s wrong with the baby?” She wouldn’t look at him. “No, I’ve told you before. I think something’s right with our baby.” She looked over surprised. “We should go. We don’t need Gloria wondering why we’re sitting here in front of her house.” She nodded and pulled out. She drove quickly to the highway, but after a few miles of watching her, Mulder pointed to the next exit. “Get off there.” “What?” “Please. Just exit.” “Are you hungry?” “Right here. Thanks.” He directed her toward a chain restaurant and she pulled into the driveway. “Keep going, over there.” She realized he was motioning toward the motel on the same service road. “Why do you want to stop? We can be home in a couple of hours.” “Because I don’t want you driving for a couple of hours right now and you aren’t comfortable with me driving. Let’s just get a room. It would be dark by the time we got back to DC anyway.” She looked at him for a moment, but didn’t argue. He exited the car and after a minute she followed. He got one room, with a king-size bed and led her to the elevator. He swiped the card and let her precede him into the room. “I want you to stretch out and put your feet up.” “I don’t need - “ “You don’t need the stress I’ve put you under lately. I want you to relax. The books say - “ “The books? What books?” He looked slightly abashed then. “I, uh, well I wanted to know what was going on with you, so I got on-line and . . .” “Thank you,” she said simply and let him put a pillow under her knees after slipping off her shoes. She just watched him as he took a seat beside her on the bed. “Talk to me, Dana.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Tell me what you’re feeling.” “Scared.” He nodded. “You haven’t had an ultrasound yet, have you?” She shook her head. “Is there anyone at the clinic that could do that? Does the clinic have the equipment?” “Yes. I could ask Sherrie. I need to tell her I’m pregnant anyway.” “You haven’t told anyone?” “No. I didn’t want to bring it up at a job interview, and I was alone then. Now that I know you, you really are with me - “ “You should never have doubted that.” Her lips curved in a tiny smile. “I didn’t know. I hope you realize I was completely stunned by the turn of events.” “Events? The baby or . . . “ “Everything.” She scooted over, giving him more room and got comfortable. “Why were you asking about Rob’s father?” “I,” he sighed, “I’ve suspected for awhile that my father might have been involved in Samantha’s disappearance. I haven’t been able to prove it, but Rob’s father - his wealth, his international connections - it just reminds me too much of my life. Coincidence? I don’t know. If someone, some humans were in cahoots,” he grinned at his choice of words, ”with aliens . . . “ “Why do you think your father was involved?” “I didn’t for a long time. I thought he blamed me, and I thought he was right.” “Oh Mulder, you were a child.” He shrugged. “I know that now, at least intellectually. I thought I was the reason his drinking got worse, he became more distant . . . the divorce. It wasn’t until I got to the FBI that I got to look at the records.” “What was there?” “The case wasn’t handled by the book. It was barely handled at all. There was never a real search for my sister. Dad worked for the State Department, he should have had the best. I know, everyone is equal, but he fell into that class of people who are more equal than others. He had to have asked that the Bureau handle it that way, or someone at the Bureau knew what happened and slid it under a rug.” “You, you’re talking a conspiracy here.” He nodded. “And Rob’s father would fit into the class of people that would be in a global conspiracy. I have sources now that, well I’m checking into things.” “That’s who you were meeting at the diner, the day we saw each other.” He hesitated a moment. “Yes. But we stopped here to relax. We don’t have to talk about this now. I want you to close your eyes. I’ll get us something to eat later.” She gave him a sad smile, but did as he bade. There’s was nothing they could do right now. ***** Simple Choices - 6/? (R) Sherrie turned the screen so that they could see the child. “See, here’s the head, the spine.” She ran her finger down the backbone. “Since you’re sure about the conception date, I’d say this little one is right on schedule; textbook really. We can’t see the sex right now, but we’ll have other opportunities.” She smiled at her friend, then looked over at Mulder. His mouth was fallen open and his grip on Dana’s hand was tight. Without another word Sherrie slipped the wand back into the machine and hit the eject button from the VCR. She handed the tape to him. Dana had to look away from the look in his eyes, blinking back tears herself. The strong rapid heartbeat had soothed most of her fears. “There’s just one little thing I want to mention and since you’re a doctor, you’ll understand the implications. Your blood pressure is on the high side. We’re going to want to keep an eye on that. It’s not dangerously so, but I wanted to give you a heads up.” Mulder had frozen at her words, then looked immediately over at Dana for clarification or reassurance. She merely nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on that.” “Okay, let me know if you have any questions, Dana. We can set up regular appointments tomorrow when Carol’s here.” “Thanks again, for coming in like this.” “I was already coming in, paperwork. This is a lot more fun.” Sherrie watched as this man helped Dana to her feet. It didn’t look like she’d have to worry about her new friend, with him in the picture. Mulder led her to the car and seated her, then got in himself. She reached for the tape and he released it to her. “Mulder?” He looked down at his hands. “I don’t know what to say. I’m blown away.” She gave him a trembling smile. “Me too.” “Are you okay? I mean, that blood pressure thing.” “It’s something I need to keep an eye on. It’s not dangerous at this point. Don’t worry. I will look after myself.” “And I’ll be making sure that you do,” he leaned over and kissed her ***** He let himself into the apartment. He was running a little late, and glad to be there. He spotted her purse on the table, but he didn’t see her. He headed into the bedroom and met her coming out of the bathroom. “Hi Honey, I’m home,” he quipped. She gave him a small smile but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What?” he asked quickly. She looked up at him, blinking. “What’s wrong?” he tried again. She sighed and looked down at her hands. “I have to go down to Dillwyn, Virginia tomorrow.” “Buckingham Prison? Why?” “I have to see Ethan. There are some papers that still need signing. His attorney called my office today. Saturday’s are visiting days, so he put my name on the list.” “I don’t want you to go.” “That makes two of us. But if this will speed things up . . . “ She shrugged. “It’ll take us at least a couple of hours to get down there.” “Us?” “Us,” he said firmly, drawing her into his embrace. She came willingly, leaning on him. ***** They were signed in and Mulder’s gun was confiscated. Then they were escorted to the visitor’s room. It was painted institutional green, with well worn linoleum on the floor. No windows and the fluorescent lights glared. The tables were small, most of them only for two and well spaced both for privacy and to ensure the guards had a clear path in case of emergency. Mulder led her to a table and seated her, but then retreated to the other side of the room, near the door. She turned to assure herself he was there, even though she could feel him, as the door opened. One by one the inmates were led in and taken to the small tables where visitors waited. Ethan was the fourth to be led in. He spotted Dana and smiled at her as he slipped into the seat opposite her. Mulder tensed, but remained at his post near the door. “Thanks for coming, Dana. I really needed to see you, to explain why I need you to take care of my business.” She marveled at his attitude. It was as though he thought they had parted as friends. He really expected her to help him? “Things are getting messed up, my orders aren’t being followed. The house is for sale and my car. I didn’t authorize any of that.” He continued. “I did,” she said calmly. The smile evaporated from his face. “You did? Why the hell are you - “ “They were in my name too, Ethan.” “I didn’t realize you were that greedy,” his voice was frosty now. “I thought you at least would - “ “All of the money is being placed in trust for Robin, for her therapy,” she continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “Therapy? Why? Robin is fine,” he protested immediately. “Fine? You’ve raped her since she was ten years old. I can only hope that some day she really will be - “ “I didn’t rape her!” He whispered forcefully, then looked around, but the guards weren’t paying attention. He grabbed her wrist pulling her toward him. Before she could even struggle, Mulder was moving. He was blur, moving before the guards were even aware there was a problem. Mulder’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. There would be bruise marks there tomorrow. “Let her go or lose the hand.” His voice too was low, but the intensity convinced Ethan it would be in his best interest to obey. Three guards had now converged on the table and cuffs were slapped around Ethan’s wrists. Mulder had his arm around Dana then and led her toward the door. “Dana, I’m sorry! I just need - “ Ethan shut up at the look Mulder shot him. Dana didn’t turn at the sound of his voice, allowing Mulder to get her out of there. Mulder seated her near the guard’s desk and quickly retrieved his weapon. Then he led her to the car and opened the door for her. Instead of taking her seat, she leaned against him. “Are you okay?” he asked, taking her in his arms. She let him hold her for a minute. “I’m fine, Mulder. Could we just - “ “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” He seated her and shut the door, then rounded to his side and pulled out heading north. After a few moments he glanced over at her and took hold of her hand. He kept his eyes on the road, but brought her hand to his lips, then rested it on his thigh, covering her hand with his own. “I need something from you, Dana.” She looked over at him, letting her hand squeeze his thigh. “What?” “The truth. How are you?” She looked away and he caught her hand as she started to withdraw it. “I’m . . . I don’t know. Just looking at him . . . when he touched me I felt dirty.” Mulder felt her shiver, then felt her body tense. “Dana?” “I, it was a cramp. I’m okay.” She sounded breathless to him. “You’re cramping?” “Just a little.” “I’ll find a hospital - “ “No. Let’s just go home, away from here.” He hesitated. They could be home by lunch time, but . . . “Recline your seat.” She did without protest, then took back his hand. He was aware of her grip tightening around his hand and though he kept quiet, he kept his eye on the time intervals. He pressed his foot more firmly against the accelerator. They arrived home in minimal time. Her cramping hadn’t stopped but it hadn’t increased either. His arm was firmly around her as he helped her into the building. He took her straight into the bedroom and made her comfortable, removing her jacket and her shoes. “I’m going to call Sherrie.” “Please, just lay here a few minutes with me.” He nodded and lost no time toeing off his own shoes as he shed his coat. He curled around her with his hand resting gently on her stomach. The position was familiar now from waking up next to her each morning. He felt her relax against him. “How are you feeling?” “Better now. I’m glad we’re home.” “I still think we need to call Sherrie.” “I know. In a little while, if the cramping continues.” He didn’t argue with her, just holding her close. He relaxed as well when she fell asleep. She hadn’t tensed up since he’d taken her into his arms. When she was fully asleep, he carefully rose from the bed and watched her for a moment. When she didn’t wake, he stepped quietly into the living room, leaving the door open. He dialed the number for Sherrie from memory. “Sherrie, it’s Fox Mulder. I’m sorry to bother you at home, but - “ “Is it Dana? Is there a problem?” “She was cramping. We were down in Virginia. She had us drive home and she’s lying down now, asleep.” “Any bleeding?” He hesitated. “She didn’t mention any.” “Okay. I’m sure she would have. What were you doing?” “Uh, it was stressful,” he evaded. “That’s not what she needs, Mulder.” “I know. It won’t happen again.” “Okay, let her rest for now. Keep an eye on her. When she wakes up have her call me.” “Shouldn’t she be in a hospital?” “If it continues, or increases that’s a possibility. For now, just let her rest. And don’t hesitate to call me back, Mulder.” “Thanks, Sherrie.” He didn’t sound reassured. For something to do he finally put some tea on to steep and put together some lunch for when she woke up. Then he logged onto his computer. He couldn’t keep his mind on any of his cases, and finally returned to the bedroom. She was still sound asleep and had rolled over, burrowing her face into his pillow. He stood there just watching her, marveling once more that she was here with him. He had to keep her safe, keep both of them safe. That meant keeping Ethan out of her life. An idea came to him and turned back to make some phone calls. ***** He was gone less than an hour. He’d made sure she ate when she woke, then settled her on the couch and brought her everything he thought she might need. She smiled indulgently at him, but promised she would stay there while he ran his errand. “Hi, how are you feeling?” He dropped his coat, keeping some papers in his hand. She was sitting on the couch with her feet up, reading. He approached her quickly and took a seat next to her. “Good. Did you get your errand done?” “Yeah. No more cramping?” “None. I just needed to relax. You take very good care of me.” “I hope so. I, uh, I did something. I hope you, I hope I didn’t overstep.” “What did you do?” She looked at him. He didn’t smile, but handed her a file. She took it but didn’t open it. “Mulder?” “It’s your divorce papers, signed.” She just stared at him. “Signed? It’s Saturday, how did you - “ “The judge owed me a favor.” She was silent for a moment. “Favor?” He did smile then. “He’s the judge that signed my divorce papers. Believe me, he owed me.” She opened her mouth, but then closed it. Maybe this was something she didn’t want to know right now. “Is it legal?” He nodded. “I’m free of him?” “You’re free. After this morning . . . “ She nodded then, that didn’t need any more explanation. “You did that for me?” “For you and for me. You don’t have to ever see or talk to him again. Screw his lawyer and his ‘papers’.” Her smile grew. Then her eyes widened and her hand came up to her stomach. He froze for an instant. “Dana? Did it start - “ She shook her head. “Dana?” his voice rose slightly. “Ssh, just a minute.” She had gone inside herself and his spirits sank like a stone. Then she looked up at him and her smile grew. “I think I’m feeling him move.” He gaped at her, then his hand covered hers. He didn’t speak. “It’s within the parameters, maybe a little early, but any child of yours in going to be premium size.” She smiled at his expression, then turned her hand to hold his. “Breathe.” He looked a little embarrassed at that, drawing her to him. “He?” “Well, ‘it’ sounds a little rude to me. Do you want a boy?” Again his mouth opened but no words came. Instead he tucked her up against him and rested his chin on her head. “I don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl.” His hands caressed her arms. “Dana, I never thought about children; at least not my children. They were an abstract concept, and not something that had anything to do with me. I’m not . . . I know nothing about families, or parenting. The first time I ever considered it was when I saw you in that diner.” She caught his hands and squeezed them. “I still don’t know how I knew you were pregnant, but I knew it was mine.” She could hear the humor in his voice. “For the first time, I wanted a child. I wanted the child to be mine. It blew me away. It was a totally new . . . concept for me.” He kissed the top of her head. He felt the tear drop onto his hand. “Dana?” “You were furious with me.” “No, not at you. I was . . . “ he sighed. “I had spent weeks thinking about you. I never quit wanting you, hell I ached for you. Then you were there and you hadn’t called. I understand now, but seeing you and then realizing you were carrying my child, I was rocked.” “I wasn’t coming to that diner that day. I walked from the clinic, but I actually started out in the other direction. Something made me turn around and go there.” She couldn’t see his face from her position, but she felt his arm tighten around her. She smiled when she felt him nibble on her ear and shivered slightly when he started placing tiny kisses down her neck. Things had progressed further when the phone ringing startled them. He groaned, but reached for it. “Hello?” “Mr. Mulder? Is she okay?” “Rob?” “Yeah. Is she okay?” Mulder looked down at Dana, sprawled atop him.. “Yes. She’s feeling better. Uh, how did you - “ “I just, what was wrong? Was it the baby? Is it okay?” “Yeah, it seems to be. She hasn’t been to the doctor, but the cramping has stopped.” “Mulder? Who is that?” her voice showed her fear. “It’s Rob. He was worried about you.” Her eyes widened and she reached for the phone. He handed it to her and sat up a little straighter beside her, needing to be close to her. “Rob?” “Are you really okay?” “Yes. Thank you for calling.” “I would have called sooner, but I wanted to wait until I was alone.” “Thank you,” she said softly. She handed the phone back to Mulder. She couldn’t handle the questions that came to her. Mulder took the phone but he was watching her. It was like he could feel her blood pressure rise from the additional stress. Damn it, they had both been well on their way to real relaxation. “Rob, I need to - “ “I know you have to go, but I’ve found three others. Well four.” “Four what?” Mulder asked quickly. He wanted to hang up but the boy’s excitement held him. “Guys like you and me. Ones whose brothers or sisters were taken.” Mulder was stunned silent for a moment. Four others? It had never occurred to him to even look for other siblings. “How, how did you find them?” His attention was back on Rob now. He felt Dana’s hand on his arm and turned to her. His arm went back around her and he pulled her close. “I was, uh, searching on the computer.” “Hacking?” Mulder sounded as surprised as he felt. “Well, yeah. I figured we needed the information.” Mulder looked back over at Dana, she met his eyes. Her look was pleading; she needed stability, not more of this strangeness. “I’ll call you back.” “I didn’t mean to upset her.” How had Rob picked up on that? “I just need to check on her. I’ll call - “ “Mulder, I’m okay,” she reassured him, cuddling in. “Go ahead. You, we need this information.” He gave her a long look, then kissed her brow. He brought the phone back to his ear. “Tell me what you found. Did you say four?” “Yeah.” “Do you have names?” “Sure do. Roger Austin, he’s in prison in Virginia. Stephen Stoner, he’s at Yale, and Chuck Wallace. He’s in high school in Boston.” “You said four.” “Carson Nelson. He’s dead.” “Dead? How did he die?” “Suicide.” Mulder was silent for a long moment. “It sounds like they go down in age from me to you.” “Right.” “Where did Carson fit in?” “Between Roger and Stephen.” Mulder looked back over at Dana, but she seemed okay for now. “Could you send me an email with all your information?” “Sure. Are you going to check them out?” “I don’t know yet. I need to see the information.” “It’ll be there in a few minutes. Let me know what else you need, and look after Dr. Scully.” “I promise. Rob, thank you.” “Gotta go. Later!” Rob was gone then and Mulder placed the phone on the table. They sat silently for a few minutes, then she pulled away from him, straightening up. “Go check your email.” He started to protest, but she was right. He rose and lifted her feet back to the coffee table. He grinned at her expression, then moved over to his computer. By the time the computer logged on, the email was there. He opened it quickly and began reading. At her indrawn breath he looked up. He hadn’t realized she had joined him, reading over his shoulder. “Roger Austin’s in Buckingham? We could have seen him today. We have to - “ “No,” his voice was firm. “You are not going near any prisons for the foreseeable future.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head. “Dana, you have other priorities. You don’t know how caveman I can be,” he warned, reaching up and caressing her cheek. “I need to know what you find.” He nodded. “You do, but from a distance. What happened earlier, the cramping, could have been much worse. Please, you need to take it easy. You know Sherrie agrees with me.” “Mulder, I have to -” He pulled her down on his lap and his lips found hers again. ***** Simple Choices - 7/? (R) He’d gotten her to go on to bed, and he’d lay with her until she fell asleep. Actually he was loath to leave her, his hand resting gently on her stomach. He couldn’t feel that tiny flutter she had felt, but soon he would. He hadn’t lied to her. Having a child had never been part of his plan. He had thought he would spend his life searching for his sister, trying to find out more about the global conspiracy that had shaped his life. He glanced toward the living room. As comfortable as he was, he knew she was sound asleep and he needed to check out his email. He took another sniff of her soft, fragrant hair, then carefully eased himself out of the bed. Mulder pulled up his email from Rob and quickly saved the information on a disk, then returned to the screen. For a place to start, he read the information Rob had sent on Roger Austin. It was a little odd that he was in the same prison where Ethan was incarcerated, but lately everything in his life had been a little odd. He smiled and looked back toward the bedroom. Odd and wonderful. He was able to pull up Austin’s record, and began studying his file. A course on anger management wouldn’t be a bad idea. Assault after assault dotted his record; he’d nearly killed a couple of guys for no better reason than they had pissed him off. Some petty theft showed, but there was definitely family money. Apparently he’d stolen just because he felt like it. His family had to have hired the attorneys listed on his sheet; these guys were not cheap. Mulder finally found Austin’s mug shot and sat studying it. He had shaved his head and had dark eyes. His nose had obviously been broken numerous times as well as his jaw. Some orthodontics wouldn’t hurt. He’d obviously had some jail house dentistry. He should be able to get more information from the databases at work. He put that one aside and began looking at Carson Nelson. ***** He looked up when he felt her behind him. He peered up at her sheepishly. “Sorry, I just couldn’t - “ “Wait to check it out. I understand,” she smiled. “But it was getting lonely in there. The kid and I don’t take up the whole bed.” “’The kid’ and you aren’t going to take up the whole bed no matter how big you get. I sleep wherever you are.” Her smile grew. “Did I tell you I talked to Sherrie?” “Tonight? When? Are you okay?” “I’m fine, Mulder. I wanted to ask if I really could be feeling movement.” “And?” His hand rested on her belly as he looked up at her from his chair. “And she said yes, and that it was a very good sign.” Mulder’s eyes lightened. “Excellent.” She nodded. “That’s what I thought.” She let a finger run down his cheek and down to his collarbone. She watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Uh, Dana . . . “ “Yes?” “You, uh, you better not - “ “Not what?” He couldn’t see her face now, but her tone was . . . lighter. “Anytime you touch me is dangerous.” “Dangerous?” “I’m trying to be good, but I’ve never quit wanting you. You shouldn’t - “ “Turns out, I’m not married anymore, Mulder.” He looked up then, startled. “What, uh, what . . . “ “Come to bed, Mulder.” His eyes widened and his hand reached to shut down the computer without even looking back at it. He rose from the chair, looming over her. She couldn’t stop the smile that grew on her face. She took his hand and turned toward the bedroom. At the bed she turned and looked up at him. The expression on his face caused her smile to fade. This man loved her. Her, her ‘husband’ had never looked at her like that. “M-Mulder?” His hand cupped her cheek. “It’s been a long time.” She nodded. “Are, are you sure?” She relaxed then and a slight smile returned to her face. “Yes.” He returned her smile. It grew as she reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He obligingly lifted his arms to assist her in its removal. Her hands lightly rubbed the hair on his chest, following it down to the small line that ran below his waistband. He watched, his breathing shallow. He caught her hand as she started to dip below his jeans. “It’s okay, for us to . . . “ She nodded. He leaned down slowly and took her lips with his. Her arms twined around his neck. When they broke the kiss, he lifted her gown over her head and she stood before him nude. His eyes devoured her. Evidence of her pregnancy was before him. Her breasts were fuller, her nipples larger and a deeper rose than in his memory. Her belly was rounded and her waist thicker. The reality of their child hit him again. His lips took hers again and he lowered her to the bed. ***** He’d made it to Princeton in a little over two hours. At least he hadn’t been pulled over, but he didn’t want to be away from Dana overnight. She seemed to be doing much better with Ethan formally out of her life; and Mulder himself in that place instead. Ethan hadn’t attempted to contact her since that day. Mulder followed the signs to the alumni office. Nice digs, but Princeton would have that. Oxford did too. He moved toward the front desk and smiled at the young woman sitting there. He noted the attention he received, the flip of the hair, the slight arch to the back. Was there a time he would have been interested? It was before Dana obviously. “I’m looking for some information about one of your former students. Is this the right place?” “That depends. We don’t give out personal information,” she sounded as though she was teasing him, testing the waters to see if he was interested. Instead he pulled out his shield. “This student is deceased.” She drew back slightly, focused now on the badge. “Murdered?” “No. His name was Carson Nelson. Could you check that for me?” ”Uh, yeah.” She turned toward her computer and began typing. “Do you have a middle name?” “No. He would be in his late twenties.” “Oh, I, I didn’t realize . . . “ “What?” Mulder moved around behind her to look over her shoulder. He jerked back at the picture on the screen. It was him, ten years or so younger, but him. “Could, could I have a copy of his transcript?” “I’m not supposed to - “ she looked up, but stopped. “Yeah, okay.” “What,” he was having trouble forming words. “His major, what . . . “ “Uh, biology.” She handed him the transcript with a hand that trembled slightly. “Do you show an advisor? Where’s the biology building?” “I don’t have any information about his advisor.” She pulled out a campus map. “Here’s the biology building. You’re here.” She pointed to the two buildings. “Thanks.” He snatched up the map and was out the door before she could say anything else. He lost no time making his way to the biology building. There was no reception desk, so he scanned the directory and headed for the department chair’s office. The young woman working at the desk had violent pink hair and a stud in her nose. Princeton? If he hadn’t been so consumed with what he had just seen he’d have laughed. “Is there someone here I could speak with?” “Like who? Like a professor or something? “ “May I help you?” An older woman had entered the office. “I’m Dr. Batten.” “Thank you.” Mulder turned away from the pink haired girl gratefully. “Are you, you look familiar. Were you in my class?” “No ma’am.” He withdrew his shield again. “FBI? Is there a problem?” “Are you familiar with a Carson Nelson?” “Of course, that’s who - Are you related to him?” “No. I wasn’t aware of our resemblance until a few minutes ago. Is there somewhere we can talk?” “Yes, of course. My office.” She turned away and he followed her down the hall. She motioned to a chair and took her seat behind the desk. “You didn’t know Carson?” “No. I’m trying to get some information about him.” She nodded. “I worked with him. He was brilliant. His research was incredible, the man never forgot anything. We talked about graduate school. I wanted to take him on as my student.” “His suicide - “ She shook her head. “That was tragic. It should never have happened.” “Could you tell me about it?” “Not really. Oh, there were rumors, something about a woman he was seeing, but I don’t believe that was it. I’m not saying it didn’t contribute, but . . . He was a lonely boy, man.” She shook her head. “Did he live on campus?” “Yes, I believe so. Yes, he mentioned a roommate.” “Do you remember his name?” Mulder sat forward quickly. “Oh goodness, it’s been years. Let me make a phone call. I have a friend in housing.” He nodded and sat back. His cell phone rang as he waited for Dr. Batten. He answered quickly. “Mulder.” “What’s wrong?” “Dana, nothing. I’m sorry I upset you. I’m getting information about Nelson and it caught me off guard.” “What?” “Baby, please, let me find out what’s going on. I promise I will tell you everything I find out, but please promise me you won’t worry while I’m gone. I’ll be home tonight and you and I can go over what I found out. I want your input, but you cannot dwell on this now. I am fine. You have to look after yourself.” “You are okay?” “Yes, Dana. The information I’m getting surprised me, but I am fine.” “Will you call me, when you’re on your way home?” “Promise. Are you at work?” “Yes.” “Make sure Sherrie takes a look at you before you head home.” “Mulder - “ “Do it for me. I’m going to need your input on this information, so I need you to take care of yourself.” “Be careful.” He smiled, soothed by her voice. “I will be. I want to be home with you.” “Bye.” She hung up. He didn’t say goodbye and she had gotten used to that. He took a deep breath and slipped his phone back into his jacket pocket. He looked back over at Dr. Batten. She was scribbling something on a pad, then hung up. “His roommate was Chad Boseman. My friend is checking with Alumni Affairs to see if we have a current address.” “Thank you.” “May I ask why you’re investigating Carson at this late date?” “I’m looking into the disappearance of his sister.” The older woman’s eyes closed for an instant, then she nodded. “I heard about that after he was gone. He never spoke of her, but it explained some of his distance. He was a loner, maybe that’s why he was so good at research. He was used to not having people around.” “What did you hear about it?” “Not much. Just that it happened when he was a child. I felt so sorry for his parents, losing both of their children.” She looked over at her phone as it rang. “Yes? Thanks Gloria. Yes, I’ll give you a call.” She hung up and looked over at Mulder. “The last address we have for Mr. Boseman is Washington, DC.” For the first time Mulder grinned. Almost too good to be true. He took the slip of paper she handed him and thanked her. He needed to get home. If Dana had picked up on his shock, he needed to get home to her. ***** She met him at the door, but before she could ask any questions, his lips covered hers. When they broke for air, she couldn’t remember her question. He turned her toward the couch and sat beside her. “What did Sherrie say?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. You cured me.” “I - “ his voice broke off when her hand came to rest on his thigh and began moving up. She nodded. “You ‘relaxed’ me.” He swallowed hard. The blood flow to his brain seemed to be diminishing rapidly. “I thought women being insatiable during their second trimester was an old wives tale.” She shook her head. “There’re some pretty smart old wives out there.” She shoved him down onto the leather and loosened his tie. ***** He looked down at her sprawled across his body. She had fallen into one of her naps following their lovemaking. He pulled the afghan down over them so she wouldn’t be too cool. Feeling her warm body against his, he slipped into sleep as well. He woke to find her standing beside the couch. She was watching him with a smile on her face as she picked up his suit coat from where it had dropped earlier. At the sound of the paper crackling in the inside pocket she stopped and pulled it out. Remembering, his hand went out to stop her, but it was too late. She draped the coat over the coffee table and unfolded the paper. It was a copy of the photograph. “Where did you get this? Is this you at Oxford?” She looked up and saw his expression. “What? What’s wrong?” “Uh, that’s not me.” “It’s not?” She looked back down at it. “That’s Carson Nelson.” She looked up at him then, startled. “Carson - Are you kidding?” He shook his head. “This is what upset you.” It wasn’t a question, so he kept quiet. “Are you related to him?” “Not that I know of.” “Mulder, what’s going on?” He sighed then. “I don’t know.” “Mulder - “ “I, could you look at something?” “Sure.” He moved over to the computer and booted it up. He held the chair for her, seating her in front of the screen. He leaned over her and pulled up Austin’s mug shot. She hadn’t seen this before and winced at the photograph. “At least I’m better looking than one of them,” he quipped. “Mulder do you think - “ “Look at him.” Mulder covered the man’s jaw and nose with one hand and his bald head with the other, leaving basically only the eyes. Her gasp was his answer. “This man is five years younger than me. Carson was ten.” She just watched him for a moment. “You think they’re - “ “I haven’t decided what I think yet. I spent the ride home not thinking about it.” “Because of me,” she said softly. “Partly, yes. I didn’t want you worrying, and I wanted to see if I could find a picture of Stephen and Chuck.” “How can I help?” He relaxed then smiling. “You already did.” ***** It took little time to find Chad Boseman. He worked on the Hill for Senator Wymont. He had resisted her accompanying him, but she had talked him around, pointing out that if she saw his emotions, she would have the facts rather than over blowing it with speculation. They waited outside of the building and approached him when he left for lunch. “FBI?” Chad glanced at the ID, then looked up at Mulder. “You - “ “Do I look familiar?” “Yeah, uh, yes.” “Remember Carson?” The younger man’s eyes widened. “Are you, he didn’t have an older brother.” “Have you got a few minutes?” “Oh sure,” he said. “I was headed to lunch.” “If you don’t mind, we’ll join you.” Mulder’s hand came up to Dana’s back. Chad glanced down at Dana’s body. “The concourse is close.” “That’ll be fine,” Dana said smiling. “Thank you.” Mulder insisted she take a seat, to hold the table, while he got food for the two of them. The two men joined her at the table. Chad took a bite of his gyro, savoring it a moment, then turned to Mulder. “Did you want to ask me about Carson?” “Yes, and his sister.” “Jenny?” “What do you know about her?” Mulder asked quickly. “Nothing really. I didn’t know she existed until one night I needed a marker and Carson pointed to a drawer and I opened the wrong one. There was this picture of a little girl and I took it out. He was just frozen, you know? I asked who it was and he told me her name. He was so freaked I asked if she was his daughter.” Chad chuckled then at the memory. “Anyway, he told me she was his sister and had gone missing years ago. I asked him why he had the picture stuck away in his desk and he couldn’t come up with a reason, so after that she sat on his dresser. He didn’t talk about her or anything but I think having her out there and not hidden in a drawer made him feel better.” Mulder was staring off into space. Dana took his hand, bringing him back to the present. He nodded and squeezed her hand. “Were you friends?” Dana asked, taking over the questioning. “Well, I guess so. I mean, we were good roommates, but we didn’t hang out together. He was in the labs a lot of the time. Maybe that’s why he was such a good roommate. He was quiet, brilliant; I wished he could help me with my courses more than once, but I was poly sci and he was pure scientist.” “Did he date much?” “No. He wasn’t social. He could have dated. Hell, every woman I brought back to the room that got a look at him . . . Well, you know.” He glanced at Mulder and grinned. Dana smiled and nodded. Mulder glanced over at her puzzled. “I’ll explain later, Mulder,” Dana assured him. “But he did get involved with one woman,” Chad sighed. “He got in over his head, that’s for sure.” “What happened?” Dana asked quickly. “She was older, more ‘experienced’. She just overwhelmed him. I’m not saying he was a virgin when she went after him, but he was more innocent. Then Diana blew in and - “ “Diana?” Mulder interrupted. “What was her last name?” “Uh,” Chad drew back from the intensity emanating from the man suddenly. “Let me think. It’s been years. She was tall, dark hair - “ “Fowley,” Mulder said quietly. “Yeah, that’s it. Do you know her?” “Apparently not,” was his only comment. Dana looked over at him, but left it alone for now. “Do you know anything about Carson’s research?” Dana asked, changing the subject. “Not really. Like I said, I was poly sci; but it always sounded like science fiction to me. He was reading articles about in-vitro fertilization and gene stuff, even cloning. It was way beyond anything I could follow.” He took another bite of his lunch. “I’m going to need to head back to the office. Is there anything else?” When Mulder didn’t speak, Dana met Chad’s eyes. “This is a personal investigation, not FBI. We’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t discuss this.” “Oh, yeah. I understand. If you have any more questions, it’s okay to contact me.” Chad drew a card out of his wallet and handed it to Dana. “Thank you. You’ve been a big help,” Dana shook the young man’s hand as he rose from the table. Chad looked over at Mulder one last time, then nodded goodbye to Dana and took his trash to the bin before leaving them. “Mulder?” “Let’s go home.” She nodded and took the hand he held out to her. ***** Simple Choices - 8 (PG) Mulder watched as the guard led Austin towards the table. Now, face to face, he could see the resemblance even with the scars. Austin took his seat and appraised the man in front of him suspiciously. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes, thank you. I’m Special Agent Fox Mulder. I don’t have a lot of time, so I’m going to cut to the chase. Do you recognize me?” “Recognize? Why, did you arrest me some time?” “No. How about this picture?” Mulder laid a picture of Carson on the table between them. Austin’s eyes narrowed. “This is you, younger.” Mulder shook his head. “Try again. Look at the eyes.” The man shrugged. “He looks familiar.” “How about this?” Mulder put another picture on the table. The younger man’s eyes narrowed at the sight of this picture. “Where did you get this?” “It’s not you.” “What do you mean it’s not me? Then who it is?” “A young friend of mine.” Austin picked up the picture of Carson again and looked at Mulder, then back at the picture of the young boy. “What the hell’s going on here? Who are you really?” “What happened the night your sister disappeared?” Mulder countered. Austin jerked back then, a mixture of fury and fear on his face. “How the hell do you know about that?” “It happened to me and him, and him.” Mulder pointed to the two pictures. “Since I didn’t have a brother, and my parents divorced, I’d say we aren’t related. I’d say that none of us are related, but . . . “ For a long moment Austin looked at him. “Your sister was taken?” Mulder nodded. “And yours and both of these guys.” “Why?” “I’m not sure. I didn’t know about any of you until recently.” “Are there others?” “Yeah. I know of two. I’m not sure I’m the oldest, but right now it looks that way.” “So if I’d stayed out of trouble I’d look like you?” Mulder grinned then. “Looks like it. When you get out we can work on that.” “If I get out.” “You’ve got a reason to get out now. I need your help. We all need your help.” “My help?” “Don’t you want to know what’s going on? Why all of us, why take our sisters?” “You don’t think I hurt Megan?” “No, and I know I didn’t hurt Samantha, and this boy didn’t hurt Sara.” “What about this guy?” Austin pointed to Carson. “He’s dead. Suicide. He was a biology major, brilliant. He may have learned something, I don’t know.” “You sure it was suicide?” “Not completely. This investigation seems to have a lot of avenues.” “I can’t see myself working with the FBI.” “This isn’t an FBI investigation. This one’s personal,” Mulder responded. Austin looked at him for a long moment. “I need to think about it.” Mulder nodded. “I understand that. All I ask is that you keep this between us.” “Who the hell would I tell?” “Tell me what happened that night,” Mulder said quietly. “I don’t know. I’ve never known and even if I did, why should I tell you? Okay, we look alike, but - “ “We more than look alike and you know it. “But why should I believe you? You’ve shown me pictures that you say are other people. I think you’ll understand that I’m not in the habit of just believing FBI agents.” “I know about Megan.” Austin looked away for a moment. “There was a time when a lot of people knew about it. The FBI even looked for her.” “Not very well.” “What?” “I’ve seen the file. They did a half-assed job looking for her just like they did for Samantha and Sara. It was an exercise. I know, because Samantha is the reason I joined the damned Bureau.” “You’re still looking into it?” “What should I be doing? Getting into barroom brawls, knocking over convenience stores . . . committing suicide?” The younger man shrugged. “I’m not giving you any DNA.” Mulder grinned. “Under the circumstances I don’t blame you. But that is a good idea. Carson’s out of the question, but I can get some from our youngest friend.” “Is he the youngest?” “I don’t know how to find out until another sister is taken. That could be four years from now, unless we stop it.” “We, kemo sabi?” “Hey, bro, who else would I ask?” Mulder pushed back from the table. “All I can ask of you right now is to think about it.” “Are you going to talk to the others?” “Yeah.” Mulder rose to his feet. “Will you let me know?” Mulder hesitated, then nodded. “I need to get home. I’ll be in touch.” “Who is she?” Mulder’s head jerked up. “Who?” “The woman you have to get back to.” “What are you talking about?” Mulder had stiffened and Austin leaned back to meet his eyes. “I’m not sure. But you have to get home because of her.” After a moment Mulder nodded. “Okay. Maybe we can talk about her next time.” “I don’t think so,” Mulder said, his voice harsh. “Hey, look, I’m sorry. It just came to me, like she was part of all this.” “I’ll talk to you in a few days.” Mulder turned away then, trying hard not to be disturbed by those words. She would pick up on it and he didn’t want that. Once in the parking lot, he took a couple of deep breaths, then pulled out his cell phone. “Mulder?” She didn’t bother with hello. “Are you okay?” “I’m good. Austin is one of us.” “I know. Are you coming home now?” “Yes. I want to hold you.” She chuckled. “You haven’t been gone but a few hours.” “That’s right, hours.” He paused, then. “Did you ever take a sample of Rob’s DNA?” “DNA? No, why?” “Just trying to figure out what’s going on.” “Mulder, you’re close, why don’t you take the long way home and go by there.” “I don’t want his mother to know.” “Okay. I can contact him; see if he can meet you after school.” “That’ll make me late getting home.” “I’ll save you a place in the bed.” “You better. You’ll be okay?” “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you after I get in touch with Rob. And don’t speed home. You don’t want to get pulled.” “Pulled? Remember, I’m a G-man, they wouldn’t dare.” “Don’t push it.” ***** He pulled into the parking lot just as school was letting out. Scully had left a message on Rob’s phone and he had called her back between classes. Mulder stayed in his car. Scully had described what he was driving; Rob would be looking for him. He’d been waiting less than five minutes when he spotted the boy coming towards him. Rob opened the passenger door and slipped into the front seat beside him. “Hi. Dr. Scully said you needed some DNA from me.” Mulder nodded. “Do you mind?” “No. Did you go to the prison?” “Yeah, did she tell you that too?” “No, it just seemed like that would be logical. At least you knew where he would be.” Mulder grinned. “I should check in with you more often.” “So, how do we do this?” “I don’t carry around DNA gathering equipment. I guess the best thing would be to take some of your hair with the roots attached.” “Okay.” Rob reached up and pulled several hairs from his head. Mulder found an old bank envelope and Rob dropped the hairs into it. Mulder closed it up, folded it and tucked it into his coat pocket. “What are you trying to find?” “I don’t know, but our resemblance, the others . . . It’s not a coincidence.” Rob nodded. “Will you let me know what you find?” After a slight hesitation, Mulder nodded. “If I can.” “You want to protect me.” “Yes.” Rob nodded. “Let me know what you can. I gotta go or I’ll miss my bus.” “Thanks.” Rob shrugged and let himself out of the car. ***** He beat her home by a few minutes and met her at the door. “Are you okay?” She started to roll her eyes, but he pulled her against him and she came willingly. “Tell me what you found.” She led him to the couch. “Shouldn’t you eat?” “I am going to scream if you don’t - “ But she saw that he was grinning now. He pulled the envelope out of his pocket. “I have Rob’s hair. We need to do a DNA test.” “Did you get Austin’s as well?” He shook his head. “No, and there was no way to compel it. It is part of this. After we get the results from Rob - “ “Comparing it to yours?” He nodded. “Who do you trust to do it?” “Uh, you.” “Me? I don’t do a lot of this kind of thing.” “But you have.” “In school,” she protested. “But you know the procedure. Can you get what you need?” After a minute she nodded. ***** Mulder waited, standing just outside of Stephen’s room waiting. According to his class schedule, Stephen should be here soon. Mulder had taken the chance that Stephen would come by his dorm before going anywhere else. When the hall door opened Mulder turned away from the message board on Stephen’s door and looked up. Stephen stepped inside, then halted when he saw the man at his door. “May I help you?” “I hope so. Are you Stephen Stoner?” It wasn’t a question Mulder needed to ask, he was easily recognizable. This was how he had looked when he arrived at Oxford. Well, maybe a little more developed because of the competitive swimming, but still lean, except for the nose. “Yes.” The young man was looking at him now, curious. “Do I know you?” “We haven’t met. My name is Fox Mulder.” He held out his ID for inspection. “FBI? What’s going on?” “Could we step into your room?” “I don’t have a lot of time. I’m supposed to meet some friends in a little while.” “This doesn’t have to take long.” Stephen shrugged and took out his key. “The place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting company.” Mulder grinned but made no comment; just followed him inside. It wasn’t that bad. His apartment was often worse, or had been before Dana moved in. Stephen moved the books from the desk chair and motioned for Mulder to take a seat. Stephen sat on the bed, facing him. “What is this about?” “I want to talk to you about your brother.” Stephen’s face grew hard and cold. “I have to go.” He rose in clear dismissal but Mulder didn’t move. “Then let me talk about him. Let’s see, you were home alone, babysitting him. Your parents had gone out, but probably in the neighborhood. With no warning the power died and you’re in the dark. Then Kevin starts screaming.” All of the color had left Stephen’s face and he sank back down onto the bed. “Who the hell are you?” “Fox Mulder.” Stephen’s eyes narrowed. “That tells me nothing.” Mulder nodded and pulled two photographs out of his coat pocket. “I’d like you to look at these pictures.” He handed them over to Stephen. The younger man looked down at them and Mulder watched his anger grow. “Where the fuck did you get these pictures of me?” “They aren’t you, Steve.” “Stephen. The hell they aren’t.” “I’m not lying to you. This one is a young friend of mine, this one,” Mulder pointed to them, “is me.” Stephen’s lips moved but he made no sound. Mulder sighed. “My sister, Samantha, was taken when I was twelve. That was the scenario when she was taken. My friend’s sister was taken last year, when he was twelve.” Stephen shook his head. “Why are you doing this?” “So far I know of six of us.” “S-six?” Mulder nodded. “Do you still have to go?” “What is this?” “The truth, I don’t know. But I want to find out.” Stephen studied him for a long moment. “Talk to me.” “So far I’m the oldest. There seems to be five years between each . . . abduction.” “Who else have you talked to?” “I’d like this kept between us.” After a moment Stephen nodded. “Who would I tell?” “Your parents.” “No. I don’t volunteer information to them.” Mulder made no comment, silently agreeing with him. “I’ve met with Roger Austin, he follows me in line. Samantha was taken November 27, 1973. His sister, Megan, was taken October 7, 1978. Austin is in prison. He . . . he didn’t do well after what happened.” “Prison, huh?” “Wrong crowd, his parents divorced. Sound familiar?” Stephen’s eyes narrowed again. “Who else?” “Next in line was Carson Nelson. Jenny was taken in 1983.” “Where’s he?” Mulder looked down at his hands, fingers entwined. “He didn’t do too well either.” “He’s in prison too?” “No, he committed suicide.” Stephen’s jaw dropped open. “Well, this is a fun conversation. So far our little group has a G-man, a felon, a suicide and a couple of students.” “Three students actually. There’s one five years younger than you.” “Jesus. What the hell are you talking about?” “We’re linked. We’ve all been through this experience and if I’m not mistaken, when your parents arrived home they found you unconscious.” Stephen nodded. “Now you have an eidetic memory.” Stephen’s eyes widened. “How did you - “ “I have it too. All of us do as far as I can tell. But we can’t remember that night.” Stephen rose then and began to pace around the room. “Do you expect me to just buy this?” “I know it’s a lot to absorb. What I need from you is a sample of your DNA.” “My DNA? You think we’re, what, related?” Mulder spread his hands. “Do you think all of these connections are coincidence? Do you think we just happen to look like each other?” “I don’t have a clue what to think. Tell me why I should believe any of this. All you have is a story and a couple of pictures that you say are you and some kid.” “Yeah, it is pretty wild. Your father, he’s an attorney with an international firm. My father worked for the State Department. Austin’s grandfather, his mother’s father, was an admiral.” “What about the guy that offed himself?” “His father owns an import/export company. He travels a lot.” They sat for several minutes then. Mulder didn’t try to break the silence. Finally Stephen met his eyes. “Why were they taken?” ***** Simple Choices - 9 (R) “Why were they taken?” Mulder hesitated, then shook his head. “I don’t know.” Stephen sank onto the bed. “Tell me what you remember.” Mulder leaned toward him. “Nothing. I wasn’t conscious when my parents got home.” “Do you normally have a pretty good memory?” Mulder pressed. “Yeah, a perfect one.” “Was it always perfect?” Stephen’s eyes narrowed. “Somehow I think you know the answer to that, but I don’t know how.” Mulder shrugged. “I lived it.” “So what do you remember?” “I didn’t remember anything either.” Mulder leaned back, smiling slightly. “Didn’t? But you do now?” Stephen picked up on the tense immediately. ”I had regression hypnotherapy. Ever think about that?” Stephen met his eyes. “I volunteered for it when it happened, but I was discouraged.” “Your father.” “That’s right. How did, oh yeah, you lived it.” “Close enough.” Mulder shrugged. “So what did you remember?” Mulder shook his head. “I can’t tell you that.” “Why not?” “I’m not going to influence you. If you do remember, I don’t want them to be my memories.” “How old were you, when you were regressed? You said you went to Oxford, right?” Mulder nodded. “There?” Stephen questioned. “No. I went to someone in Washington. If you want to do this, I can get you the names of - “ “Yeah, I’d appreciate it. I think it’s past time.” “Would you be in touch with me afterward?” After a moment Stephen nodded. “The one, the one that killed himself - “ “Carson.” “Yeah. Did you ever think about, about doing that?” “Yeah, yeah I did,” Mulder admitted. Stephen nodded. “You too?” “Everything fell apart. Keith was gone, he’d been a pain, but he was my little brother and I hadn’t . . .” “I know.” Mulder said softly. “When did you, I mean . . . “ “When it happened and the thought has come up from time to time.” “Still?” Mulder shrugged. “I got a divorce recently.” “Are any of us happily married? Wait a minute, you - “ “What?” Mulder’s eyes narrowed. What had he picked up? “You’re happily married now, aren’t you?” He didn’t back down when Mulder failed to respond. “You’ve found her.” “Found who?” “The woman we all look for.” “Look for?” “The one that, that fits. I’d decided there was no one like that out there for me.” “Don’t make that decision yet. You’ve got time. Do you believe me?” “I’ll have to get back to you on that.” “You might want to set up an anonymous email. I don’t know if we’re safe. Something’s going on. If we are ‘related’ it’s not naturally.” “You have a theory.” Stephen tried to stifle his grin. “I do, but if you’re going to have regression, I’d rather talk afterward.” “Are you that sure I’ll be in touch?” Mulder smiled then and nodded. “Yeah, I’m that sure. You’re smart, maybe as smart as me. It’s good talking to you.” “Better than Roger?” Stephen smiled then when Mulder chuckled. ***** “Why were they taken?” Mulder let that question wash over him again as he drove toward home, toward her. That really was the crux of the matter. He and Stephen had talked, bouncing ideas off of each other. Stephen had never gone to meet with his friends, giving them a call, then ordering a pizza. Mulder had been impressed with his questions, his insights, though he had the impression that Stephen wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t full of shit. At least he’d been fascinated. One of the things that Stephen had focused on was the fact that Carson was a biology major. Mulder made a note to find out what his major project had been. Now he carried a few hairs of this next younger brother with him back to Dana. He beat her home and had the dinner he had picked up on the table when she got there. Her raised eyebrow brought a smile to his face. “Come on, eat it while it’s still warm.” He took her bag and turned her toward the table. “You know it’s hard to get low salt, no MSG meals like this.” “That’s why I was planning to cook,” she said dryly. She sat down in the chair he was holding for her and let out a sigh as he seated himself. “But then you’re on your feet,” he brushed it off as she took a bite and sighed her pleasure. “Things must have gone well at Yale,” she offered him an opening. “I didn’t get any ‘danger, Will Robinson’ alerts in my mind all day, or are you just getting better at hiding things from me?” He grinned around a mouthful of mu shu pork. “Actually, things went pretty smoothly. I’ve got some of his hair for your testing.” She nodded, encouraging him to continue. “It’s weird seeing myself at that age, and wishing I could give them the answers so they don’t have to go through it.” “That never works, but I’m glad you want to try. It shows me what a great father you’ll make.” He winked at her and they chatted about more mundane things as they enjoyed their meal. When she rose with her plate, he took it from her and placed in back on the table. “I’ll get these. You should put your feet up.” “They aren’t that swollen,” she protested, but he tugged her to the couch and sat beside her. He removed her shoes and put her feet in his lap. He smiled at the moan she tried to stifle when he started massaging them. “You’re spoiling me, Mulder. I can’t - “ her eyes closed as he kneaded her instep and she just leaned back and enjoyed it in silence. ***** She was waiting for him the next night and met him at the door, envelope in hand. After a kiss for her and a caress for the baby, she waggled the paper in front of him. “Lab results?” She nodded and pulled out the information. “According to this, you and Rob are identical twins.” “We’re what?” “I know, I was thinking brothers, but this . . . “ “Wait a minute, for identical twins a fertilized egg has to split. You’re saying my egg split six times and someone kept them on ice all these years?” “No, I’m not saying that, but I admit I don’t know what else to say. It’ll be a couple of days before I get Stephen’s results.” “You know what this means,” he looked up from the report. “I need to find out if my parents are my parents.” “Mulder - “ “It’s okay.” “But you know your mother carried you and gave birth to you. We didn’t have the technology for IVF back then.” “Yeah, and we don’t have the technology for this now. I need to drive up to the Vineyard and see my father.” “I want to come with you,” she slipped her arms around him. “I want that too, but it’s not going to happen.” “Mulder - “ “No way. I always want you at my side, but I’m not going to expose you to my family. I don’t think it’s safe and that’s more important than having you within arm’s reach.” She pressed her face against his chest but didn’t argue. ***** Mulder pulled up to the house and parked. He sat there for a minute, but that wasn’t helping, so he took a steadying breath and got out. He rang the bell and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard his father approaching the door. When it opened, Bill’s surprise was not faked. “Fox? I wasn’t expecting you. Come in.” Mulder shook hands with the man and followed him inside. “Is, is everything okay?” “Yes. I was just in this part of the state on a case and thought I’d stop by.” “That’s wonderful. Please take a seat.” “I was wondering if we could talk out on the patio.” “Oh, of course.” He seemed slightly flustered, but again the older man led the way. He opened the sliding door and motioned for Mulder to take a seat at the table. “Can I get you anything? A drink, a beer?” “Some water would be good.” Bill nodded and turned back to the kitchen. When he returned with his drink and Mulder’s water there was a small recorder on the table. “Are you planning to tape me?” Mulder shook his head and turned on the machine. Classical music, Bach, filled the air. “I just thought it would be nice to have music.” “And no one would be able to hear our conversation.” Mulder shrugged. “I guess I taught you more than I planned to.” “It’s alright. I do have some news to share. You’re going to be a grandfather.” Mulder had been watching him closely; he saw the flicker of fear before the man could hide it. “That’s wonderful Fox. Are, are you going to marry her?” “Yes. We haven’t set a date, but we’ll be getting married.” “Do I know her?” “No. You’ve never met her,” was Mulder’s only comment. “What’s her name?” “Kathy, Kathy Minette.” It was true, at least partially. Bill nodded. “I do have some questions.” “Questions?” Bill took another sip of his drink. Mulder could smell the whiskey from where he sat. “With a child coming, I need some information about my family. I don’t remember you ever talking about your parents, and I need to know if they had any health issues. You know, heart problems, diabetes . . . “ Could the man look any more uncomfortable? He took another long drink, avoiding Mulder’s question. “Did I meet them? Or did they die before I was born?” “Uh, they died when you were small. I’m not surprised you don’t remember them.” “How did they die?” “They were old, Fox. Just age related illnesses. Are you going to speak with your mother?” Mulder flipped through a notebook. “I have that information. Her father died of a heart attack when he was only 57.” “You, you’ve already talked with her.” “I really do need some information, Dad. Do you have the dates of their deaths?” “I’ll have to look it up. I could email you the information.” “Okay.” The man didn’t remember when his parents died. He’d obviously caught him off guard, which had been his plan, but how sad that he needed to come up with a story about this. “Listen, could I use your loo?” “Of course.” He didn’t watch as his son rose, leaving the music playing, and returned inside. Mulder made his way quickly to the master bath, ignoring the half bath closer to the patio. He didn’t see his father’s hair brush and after a quick look around the bathroom, he grabbed up the toothbrush in the holder and slipped one of the new ones into its place. He stuffed the packaging in his pocket, then moved quickly back to the half bath, used it and came out washing his hands. His father hadn’t moved, but the level of his drink was considerably lower. Mulder rejoined him on the patio, but didn’t resume his seat. “I’m sorry my visit is so short, but I need to get back to DC.” “I understand. I appreciate you stopping by any time, Fox.” The older man rose reluctantly and held out his hand again. Mulder shook it, then picked up the recorder and turned it off. “I hope I hear from you soon.” Bill nodded and followed Mulder back through the house. He stood on the porch until Mulder drove out of sight. It was a seven hour drive, even pushing the envelope as he was doing. He thought about stopping for the night, but it shouldn’t be that late when got home and he really needed to wrap himself around her tonight. There was a light on in the kitchen, so he could see her sleeping on the couch. He approached her quietly and took a seat on the coffee table. “Mmm, Mulder?” “You should be in bed.” “It’s lonely in there without you.” He didn’t speak, just lifting her into his arms. She smiled, cuddling into his chest. He carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. “Go back to sleep.” “Are you going to stay up?” “No, I’ll join you in just a minute.” “You don’t have to, if you’re not ready - “ “I’m always ready to be in bed with you.” She smiled a sleepy smile and snuggled down into the covers. He really thought she’d be asleep, but she was waiting for him when he returned. “Are you okay?” “I’m good.” “That’s not what I was picking up,” she brought his hand up to her lips, feeling his tension. “What were you picking up?” She scooted closer. “Sadness.” That silenced him. He just held her close. “We’re your family now, Mulder, the baby and I.” “Yes. Yes, you are.” “Are you going to see your mother?” “You should be sleeping,” he evaded the question. “Talk to me, Mulder.” “She’s in Raleigh, visiting her cousin. I’m going to ask her to stop by and see me on her way home.” “Good, I’ll get to meet her.” “No, you won’t. I’m keeping you away from my family.” “I thought that was just your father.” She leaned back to look up at him. “I can’t be sure of that. We’ll talk in the morning. If you don’t need any sleep, I do.” She huffed at that, but allowed him to turn her so that he could spoon around her, his chin resting on her head. ***** She let him sleep in the next morning. She was drinking a cup of decaf and reading the paper when he stumbled in. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” she looked up, admiring the sleep tousled hair and morning stubble. “Not be in my bed when I wake up.” “I was letting you get a little sleep. It was late when you got in.” “You were up too.” “But I had already had a couple of hours. Want a cup? I know it won’t wake you as well as the high test but - “ “It’s fine. I’ll get it.” He stopped her as she started to rise. He joined her at the table and took a tentative sip to check the temperature. “Did you bring me anything to test?” she asked finally when he seemed to be more awake. “Yup, his toothbrush.” “Toothbrush? You don’t think he’ll miss that?” “I put another one in the holder.” “So what are you thinking?” she finally asked. “I’m wondering how to get in touch with Chuck. I mean, he’s in high school. Okay he’s 18 but I’m not sure I can just walk into the high school or his home and ask to see him. I need to come up with a plausible excuse. From what Rob said he’s shy and nerdy.” “Then think how happy he’ll be to see you.” “Uh?” “Well,” she indicated him. “When he finds out what he’s going to look like in a few years . . . “ “What?” “Oh come on, he’s shy and a nerd? You don’t think it will give him some hope to realize that some day he’ll become every woman’s wet dream, a, a walking wall of fuck.” He goggled at her. “A what?” “You heard me.” *****