Mulder's Seed

Part 6

by Trycee

Time Frame: Season 8: Scully's Pregnancy, after Mulder was buried.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

"Oh come on, Monica, you can't believe that!", Doggett said with a smirk.

"John, we've known each other for a long time, " Monica said sincerely as all three agents stood in the now empty room. "Have I ever lead you wrong?"

He threw up his hands. "Monica, Agent Scully...this is getting ridiculous."

"John, whether you believe that I am sensitive or not, can you promise me that you will protect this boy?"

Scully stood back from them, her arms crossed over her stomach. "I want an officer placed outside of his room, I want the area surveyed."

Doggett looked amused. "I'll humor you Agent Scully...Monica. But I still don't believe in all this mumbo jumbo."

Scully gave him an exasperated look. "Maybe you should just do your job, Agent Doggett."

Doggett looked surprised by her tone. "I am doing my job, Agent Scully. I'll handle it."

Monica looked at them both. "I'll help you for awhile. I am due back for a mandatory meeting in New Orleans tomorrow morning but I can help you, John."

He smiled at the tall brunette and then looked back at a noticeably irritated Agent Scully. "Where will you be?"

"I'm due back at my mother's but I will be expecting a phone call if anything arises. I can't participate but I will expect updates."

"Got it!", he said, pulling out his phone and walking out the enclosed room.

Scully stood still with her arms still crossed. Reyes smiled at her. "John means well..."

"I know he does...", she said glancing down. "I'm a little edgy right now...Hormones," she said, shaking her head. "I snap easily...I think he's used to it by now."

"Do you believe what Darryl said, Agent Scully?"

Scully arched her eyebrows. "About Mulder not being dead..."

Monica Reyes smiled warmly. "Do you believe he's in purgatory or at least in a different plane of existence, Agent Scully?"

Scully touched her stomach, the baby was kicking fiercely and for the first time she could feel the intensity in each kick. "Wow...he's a fighter," she said, a bright glint showing in her eyes. "He's a fighter," she said quieter. "I want to believe Agent Reyes... I know Mulder would want me to keep believing. And if he can't come back to me...he's still here, " she said, rubbing her stomach. "He's here in our child...And in that way, Mulder will always live."

"Yes he will," Monica said, watching her still. "I'll stay with John. We'll call you if anything happens."

"Okay," Scully said, opening the glass doors. "If I don't see you again, Monica, be safe getting back home."

"I will. And congratulations by the way..."

"Thanks," Scully spoke, her expression was blank. "I appreciate it."

"It's a blessing," Monica smiled. "A miracle..."

Scully waved and walked out the glass door, down the hall and out of the Children's Home. She arrived at her mother's house and was met at the door by Maggie. "Dana honey, you look exhausted."

Scully kissed her mother's cheek and then followed her in and sat on the couch. Maggie looked concerned. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"No," Scully said, a glazed look over her eyes. "I was thinking about a boy from a current case...this boy said Mulder wasn't dead, that he was coming back for the baby..."

Maggie sat in silence, observing her daughter. Finally she spoke. "I used to believe things like that too about your father...and about Missy," she admitted. "But they can't come back, Dana. They're gone...they're in heaven now. You and I buried him, honey."

"He said he was in purgatory...why would Mulder be in purgatory, mom?"

Maggie rubbed her shoulders. "He's not...don't consider that for a moment. Dana, you'll make yourself sick and what happens to you effects the baby. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Dana nodded. "I am.", she said, as tears fell down her face.

"Oh Dana, honey...don't cry. I know you loved him...he loved you too but you have to think about the baby right now..."

"Okay," she said, wiping her tears. "The baby's kicking more..."

Maggie touched her daughter's stomach. "He or She won't kick for me," Maggie smiled. "Let me fix you something to eat and then I want you to rest. Put that case out of your mind!"

Maggie took off Dana's shoes and then she helped prop up her feet on a pillow and then placed an afghan over her shoulders, placing another pillow underneath her head. "Now, just sit and rest and let me fix you something to eat. Okay?"

"Alright," Dana said, closing her eyes. She reached down and grabbed her cell phone resting it close to her chest but kept her eyes closed. Darryl's words kept trailing in her mind but she tried to block them, she needed rest and peace of mind for herself and the baby.

Doggett stood outside Darryl's bedroom at the Children's Home. "What is it that you feel, Monica?"

"I don't know...I just feel like something's wrong..."

He stared at her for a moment. She blushed. "You're giving me that look, John. I'm not crazy. You should know that."

"I know it. But you know I don't believe in this stuff. I'm here to do my job,"

Monica touched his arm. "Agent Scully...she's hormonal."

"I know. I've been through this before...She's nothing like my ex was. I have the scars to prove it," he said, looking off down the hall.

Monica knew it was a painful memory for him and she knew too her presence always reminded him of the loss of his son, but she hoped that one day he'd move past it and past her connection to the finding of his son in the field. Monica was distracted from her thoughts by the slapping of feet against the sleek floors of the Children's Home. She looked up to see two police officers approaching. The first officer shook her hand and then Doggett's. "Where would you like us?", one asked.

"Right here," Doggett said, pointing to a chair outside of the bedroom. "Wherever he goes, I want you right there with him."

The officer sat down in the chair and Doggett turned his attention to the other one. "I'd like you to check all the doors/locks. We need officers out front as well...", he said walking with the officer.

Reyes trailed behind them as they walked outside. She looked around and again had a funny feeling come over her. She looked at Doggett and he could see she was disturbed. "Excuse me," he said to the officer, walking over to Reyes side. "What's wrong?"

"Where's the father? Is he still in custody?"

Doggett looked confused and then picked up his phone. He called the local police department. "This is Agent Doggett with the FBI...yeah...I'm trying to find out about...yeah...he what? But why? He's charged with murder and child abuse how could you let him out! What? That bail is too low! That's bullshit!", he said, hanging up. "They let him out on a $250 bail."

He dialed Scully's number. She had just laid back down on the couch after eating; after her mother tucked the afghan around her shoulders. She woke up as the phone buzzed against her chest. "Scully?', she said, sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you Agent Scully..."

"That's okay, what is it?"

"They let him out on bail...just $250!"

Scully sat there a moment trying to clear her mind. "Where's the boy?"

"We're here...we got officers posted in the front and at his room."

An officer along with Mrs. Kelly ran out. "He disappeared again," Mrs. Kelly said.

"Damn it!", Doggett screamed in the phone. "Oh sorry, Agent Scully...the boy disappeared." He turned to the officer. "Check the entire area, he couldn't have gotten far!"

He hung up and ran with Reyes through the Children's home, checking each room as police officers checked outside. They searched the area and couldn't find him. Reyes stopped Doggett in his tracks. "He's at his house..."

Doggett raced to his car with Reyes, screaming for the officer's to go to the boys home. They raced to the rural home and flew open the car doors, running into the home. Doggett saw him first, the father laid on the ground, a gun in his hand, with blood flowing from his head. They moved past him looking for the boy. Doggett went back to the crawlspace but it was empty. They ran about the yard checking the chicken coop, the barn far beyond but there was no sign of Darryl. Doggett called Scully again.

"Scully? Did you find him Agent Doggett?"

"He's gone...His father killed himself...but we can't find him...We searched the Children's Home, they're still searching there and now we're looking here and there isn't anything...not even in the crawlspace."

"Maybe he won't be found this time, Agent Doggett, " she said quietly. "Maybe he decided to stay in that place."

"But how could he? Let's just say...he can go there...let's just say...he actually disappears...why would he choose to stay verses being alive in this world?"

"Think about it, Agent Doggett. I don't know what you're religious beliefs are...but I was taught that Heaven was a wonderful place..."

"I thought he was visiting purgatory, isn't that a place where you work out your sins or something like that... Agent Scully?"

"What if it isn't? What if it's like a waiting room...which is what he almost described. What if you can return to living or you can go on to heaven. What if your life was so horrifying here on earth, as was this boy's, Agent Doggett, and you decided to stay...you could choose to stay, to live in what could be an indescribable place of beauty, free from abuse...wouldn't you?"

Doggett laughed. "All that sounds..."

"Spooky?", she answered for him. "Sounds like something Mulder would say," she said with a slight smile.

"Agent Scully," he said, cautiously. "I don't know much about Agent Mulder. But...I don't want this case or this kid messing with your head..."

"I appreciate your concern, Agent Doggett. But as you'll see with this case and other X-Files cases, it will mess with your mind. You have to be willing to step out of what you think you know and think of the possibilities."

He was standing in the middle of an open field, with officers searching the woods, he could see Reyes approaching him. "Well Agent Scully, I'll try to keep an open mind...but I'll also just try to search for the boy."

Reyes threw up her hands, motioning that the boy was no where to be seen. "We'll let you know if we find him...in the meantime...take care of yourself and rest and I'll see you in the office tomorrow."

"Alright," she said, hanging up.

He turned to Reyes. "Nothing?"

"No, not at all," she said, looking around. "I don't think he's gonna be found this time..."

"We gotta find him. We gotta keep looking."

Reyes stepped over a muddy puddle, as they walked back towards the house. "We will...we'll form a search party. I spoke to one of the officers. The father was released two hours before the boy disappeared. So while we were at the Home talking to the boy, the father was out. One of the detectives said from the coolness of the body that he must've been dead right after he was released."

"So he couldnt've taken the boy...", Doggett added. "So, the boy disappeared on his own."

"He has no one left. Both parents are dead. "

"This case makes no sense," Doggett said, scanning to the roof of the home, and then the tree lines.

"Isn't that why its the X-Files," Reyes smiled. "The unexplained..."

Doggett looked shocked. "You nor Agent Scully will ever get me to believe in voodoo or strange phenomenon Monica. Ain't gonna happen!"

"I have a feeling John, that these cases will eventually make you believe." Monica turned and walked toward the car.

He watched her walk off and then shook his head as he followed behind her.

Maggie gently woke Scully up. "You want dinner now?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A few hours...", Maggie said, sitting next to her in a recliner, handing Dana back her cell phone. "Your partner called, I took a message. He said it was five hours later and the boy was still missing from both places..."

Scully sat up. "I don't think they'll find him," she said, looking at her mother. "I think he's gone for good...", she said, touching her stomach.

"That's a shame," Maggie said, as she carressing her daughter's hand.

She could see Dana lost in thought. She waited patiently until Dana was ready to speak again. "Do you believe in miracles mom?"

A wide smile spread over Maggie's face. "Dana, you're an example of two miracles...your cancer remission and this baby..."

Tears pushed to the edges of her eyelids."Then having hope...against all odds isn't crazy, is it?"

"No...it's not," she smiled. "Having faith Dana, that you will see Fox again in heaven is what will carry you through these upcoming years."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around Scully's shoulders. "Fox lives, he lives within you right now and when this miracle baby comes into this world, Fox will live again... This is Fox's seed, honey and it will always go on as long as there is someone to carry that seed on."

She wiped Dana's tears. "This baby is special Dana...because you lived despite the odds to have them, because you got pregnant with this miracle child and this baby is special because he's the last of his lineage. He or She is precious cargo... This child is a miracle and you never give up on believing in miracles, Dana...never..."

Scully gasped. "Mulder said that to me once...when I thought my chances of having a child was gone..."

"You didn't give up and look what happened...Don't give up."

Scully smiled for the first time since Mulder's disappearance. "I won't...I won't give up!"

THE END

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