"We can put the shoes in the basement, Mulder."

"I doubt that a teenaged boy wants to live next to a newborn."

She climbs out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I am getting dressed," she tells him as she heads towards the closet. He vacates his seat on the bed. He pauses momentarily, to look at his newborn daughter, who is sound asleep in her basinet. He makes a beeline for the closet that is now well lit. He finds Scully digging through her dresser. He touches her shoulder.

"Scully, stop."

She turns around with a look of fury on her face, "Mulder!"

"Scully it is the middle of the night, where do you think that you're going?"

"To get my son," she answers.

"Dana! It is three thirty in the morning. Our daughter is sound asleep. We cannot drag her out at this hour. You certainly cannot go over there, and drag our son out of bed, when he doesn't even know who you are. This can wait until morning."

"How do we know that he is safe?"

"He is with Skinner."

"Oh."

"We can go over there in the morning," he insists, "Now go to bed."

"Why would you tell me this in the middle of the night?"

"I shouldn't have. I forgot that you are a crazy person."

She pulls her hair into a ponytail, and exits the bathroom in a grey t-shirt, and a pair of scrub pants. She sighs in frustration as her husband places their daughter into her car seat.

"Scully, what's the problem?"

"The only thing that fits appropriately are these stupid scrub pants," she growls.

"You look fine," he insists as he focuses on fastening Wren into her car seat.

"You're not paying one bit of attention to me."

He looks up at her, and holds out the diaper bag. She rolls her eyes as she secures it across her shoulder. He grabs the car seat, and follows her down the stairs. They file into the car, and Mulder secures Wren into the backseat. He climbs into the driver's seat as Scully climbs into the backseat, next to their daughter. They pull on their seatbelts, and the car is enveloped in silence. As they drive across town the silence remains. Finally they reach their destination. Mulder pulls to the curb, and shifts the car into park. Scully stares at their sleeping daughter. She is filled with a feeling of uncertainty as her husband opens the door. She exits the vehicle, and he scoops the newborn out of her car seat. They make their way up the stairs of a townhouse. Mulder pulls the door open, and they enter. In the hallway Scully stops. Mulder points to the door on the right, and Scully nods. She removes the infant from his arms, and he knocks on the door.

She hears the bolt turn, and the door opens. Skinner stands before them, dressed in a casual manner wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. He ushers them in. Mulder closes the door, and Skinner offers to take the baby. Scully nods, and carefully passes her off to Skinner. Mulder breaks the silence.

"Where is he?"

"He is in the guest room, I think that he's still asleep," Skinner tells him.

Scully looks up at Mulder, remaining silent.

Mulder speaks up, "Go ahead. I'll wait out here," he tells her.

She nods in agreement, as she begins moving forward.

"It's the second door on the right," Skinner tells her.

She disappears into the hallway. She walks past the bathroom, slowing as she moves towards the second door. She stops outside the room. The door is closed, and she tries to mentally prepare herself. She exhales, and reaches for the door handle. She slowly pushes the door open, and enters the room. She finds a teenaged boy lying underneath a blue comforter. He lies on his abdomen with his head turned toward her. His hair is cropped, shorter than she expected. She expects his hair to be dark, but it is red, like hers. She stands next to the bed, just staring at the sleeping boy. After a few moments she reaches out, and pats him on the shoulder.

"William?
His eyes open, and he rolls onto his side. He rubs his eyes, and shifts into a sitting position. He greets her with a smile.

"Good morning."

"I'm…" she begins.

He interrupts, "I know who you are."

He stares up at her with Mulder's eyes. As he smiles she notices Mulder's crooked grin. He doesn't look like what she expected, what she had pictured.

"I go by Will," he tells her.

He moves towards the edge of the bed. He scoots towards the middle, and points to the space next to him.

"You can sit down. I won't bite."

She nods, and takes a seat next to him. He wears a black t-shirt that reads Roswell, New Mexico, and a pair of black pajama bottoms with UFO's on them. She notices a leather bracelet on his wrist with cross punched into the middle. She wonders if he dressed for the occasion, or those were his own choices. He notices her staring at his t-shirt.

"I went there last summer. I finally wore the family down, and convinced them to take me."

"Wore them down?" She questions.

"Most kids want to go to Disney world, when they're little, but that was never me. I have always been more interested in the implausible. According to the parental units it is because I watch far too many science fiction movies."

She just smiles, and he picks up on her facial expression. "Unless you have another theory."

"Did Mulder tell you what we did in the FBI?"

He shakes his head, "He, and Skinner just said that the two of you were agents, and you worked as partners."

"Will have you ever heard of the X-files?"

He nods, "I thought they were a myth."

She shakes her head, "No."

"I heard that there has been a recent addition," he changes the subject.

She smiles, "She is out in the living room."

He looks at her, but says nothing.

"You are probably wondering how that happened, since we are no longer spring chickens," she assumes.

"Fact is usually stranger than fiction," he points out.

"Would you like to meet her?"

"You know that you don't have to do this," he tells her.

She furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"

"Your life didn't stop fifteen years ago. You have another child, and I would understand if you didn't want to try and add a fifteen year old to the mix. I can go to Texas."

She shakes her head, turning towards him, "You are our son," she answers as he hugs him.