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Rated: PG
Spoilers: The Truth, Author's post series
stories.
Category: PG
Summary: William wants a real-life history
lesson. See Author's Note at end.
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Archive: Gossamer, Nursery Files. Please ask
nicely if you want it.
Disclaimers: Mulder, Scully, William, any other
X-Files characters except mine are copyright of
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios.
Anybody else is mine, I tell ya, mine!
William had been doing some digging into his parents'
(what they thought were well hidden) papers and
computer filing system. At age thirteen, they had to
hand it to him, he was one smart cookie. He had been
thinking about things for months on end.
As Scully was in the basement folding laundry at the
end of a school day, one of her rare days off, he
tiptoed down the stairs.
"Mom?"
She was startled. "Don't do that again. What is it?"
"When you're not busy, I have a question."
"Almost done. Is anything wrong at school?" She knew
he had been teased by some classmates about being
older than most of them. Already in tenth grade.
"No. I don't remember much about anything until I
turned two. I know the Van deKamps adopted me, and
I called him until he died. Why did you adopt me
out? Didn't you want me?"
"Of course we wanted you." This was a scary question,
and she and Mulder wondered when would be the proper
time to tell the boy everything. "I made the choice.
Your Dad was working on something and went away for a
while. You needed to be protected. When it was safe
enough, we brought you back. Look, can your Dad and I
do this later? Meg and Samantha Ann are out of
school soon. I'll make everyone a little snack."
"All right. Maybe after supper?"
"I'll talk to your Dad first. Do you have
homework?"
"Okay. After snack, do your homework. Your Dad
should be on time for supper. Deal?"
"Deal." This was going to be interesting. He had
found quite a lot of information.
As usual, the neighbor brought James home and he
told Scully the day was too boring.
"Okay. Want a snack?"
"Yes, please." He waited patiently at the kitchen
for milk and a banana. "It really was boring, Mom.
At morning recess it rained, then afternoon recess
and it's still raining."
"I know. I know it will stop tonight." I need to go
downstairs and do more laundry. The TV is set
for your favorite show. You may turn if on, but
please eat in the kitchen."
"Yes, Mom. Everyone else home yet?"
As usual, Mandy and Alison had taken the same bus
home from work, and were ready for their music.
"Hey! No 'Hi' Mom?"
"Hi, sorry," Alison apologetically said. "Just
bought a new CD and I want Mandy to hear it."
The two look-alikes ran down to their room.
Next in were Samantha Ann and Meg with their
books. "Where's Mom?"
"Basement," James replied. Wanna watch TV
with me?"
"We wish," Meg said. "Both of us have lots of
homework." They raced to their room.
5:15 P.M.
Mulder was going to home soon, and as Scully put
some seasoned pork chops into the oven, a lot
of memories rolled through her mind. William's
question ignited the memories of the adoption,
the reasons for it and how they had to run and
hide before taking him back. She felt her muscles
tense as she peeled potatoes. *Deep breath. We're
all safely together.* Still, how much to tell
the teen was the big question.
Corn was on a slow boil as Mulder walked in. He
kissed Scully. "How was your day?"
"Tell you later. Yours?"
"You should have been there. I couldn't find the
Molnar file which I need to update the Vicker's
murder case. You look like you saw a ghost."
"Shh. Can't say much around James. Hey! Please
turn it down, James!"
Mulder actually turned the TV. off. "Almost
dinner, sport. Go wash up."
After James ran to the bathroom, his mother
whispered, "William has a few questions. We'll
have to arrange for a private conversation."
"The birds and the bees"? Mandy with her sarcasm.
She and Alison were ready for dinner.
"That'll do," Scully told her sternly. "Please
do me a favor and call your sisters. Dinner.
We need to talk over something, so both of you
now."
"What was THAT all about?" Mandy asked.
"How would I know?"
"Scully, maybe we can treat everyone except James
to a movie. It's Friday night. Then we'll deal
with Will. There's good one at the Bickley."
"Good plan." She mashed the potatoes. "I knew
this would come up someday, since he did the
snooping."
"Daddy's boy. Natural profiler."
"I doubt that. Think about how we can tell him
just the small details. He's too young to know
all about the Conspiracy and hybrids."
AFTER DINNER
Every youngster was offered the movie except
William. "Hey, what about me?"
As the elder girls helped the younger ones get
ready to go out, Mulder told him, "We need to
talk. You can see the same movie tomorrow, or
if they find out it sucks, choose another one."
Scully took James into the livingroom as it was
nowhere near his bedtime, and pulled out his
blocks to build 'something strong and big", then
returned to the kitchen.
"Will," Mulder began, "I know you asked your Mom
why your were adopted out. Your Mom loved you
and wanted to protect you. I had to go do some
searching for a while. In our line of work, we
found out we were in danger."
"I know," Will admitted that, as well as his own
investigating (read snooping). "Anything else?"
It was Scully's turn. "I was told I could never
carry a baby. As it turned out, they were wrong.
I had you, Meg, Samantha Ann and James."
"What about Mandy and Alison? Were they made
from you and Dad?"
"Part of me, yes. Somebody messed around with
nature. That's all you need to know for now."
"And our papers and computer files are well
locked away for your own good. We can tell you
everything else later. Now, if you'll kindly
finish your homework, as I need to do, you can
see a movie tomorrow."
"Okay. One more thing: do Mandy and Alison know
things I shouldn't know?"
Scully kissed William. "They do. They also know
they are loved, even if they were with other
families for a while. But part of me is inside
them, so much so that they could look like me
when they're older. Remember: we wanted everyone.
You were the miracle I had prayed for. We never
gave up on you and never will."
"I love both of you, too. Now, I feel a lot better.
Thanks for telling me." After he kissed them, he
was about to go to his room, but turned and said,
"Grandma Scully told me I was a miracle. Now, I
really believe her."
END
Author's Note: Inspired by Nursery Files Plot
Generator. Plot: "A Teenager Asks Scully an
Awkward Question." At age thirteen, William
wouldn't possibly be prepared to know the entire
story. He may be brilliant, but it would be like
taking a four-year-old to a Boris Karloff movie.
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