Title: Guidance
Author: K. Kilar
Written: July 2002
Spoilers: Existence. Pretty much flatly contradicts S9.
Keywords: Mulder/Scully married, kidfic
Archive: Gossamer. Anywhere else, just lemmee know so I can visit!
Disclaimer: William, Mulder and Scully (though I don't name them), plus families, and 'M. C. Rubias' (Covarrubias, if it's not obvious, which it might not be) belong to Chris Carter and 1013 and Fox. Helms and the receptionist belong to me. I'm not makin' any money.
Feedback: Pretty please? See address above. I accept raves, flames, chocolate, and David Duchovny. Especially the last two *g*.

Summary: An interesting meeting in a guidance counselor's office.

Author's Notes: The format for this is based mostly on the book "I Am The Cheese," although the actual material differs pretty wildly.

Scully's gone, abducted, assumedly. "S:" stands for Subject, William Mulder; "R:" Receptionist; and "H:" Helms, the guidance counselor. The memorandum at the end is from Helms to Marita, there called "M.C. Rubias". Please send feedback. All thanks and praise to David, my hero and the love of my teenage life. Less thanks and praise to SurferBoy, Vince Gilligan, and Morgan & Wong.

With Love from LA, S: Yeah, I'm William Mulder, I was told to come talk to a Mrs. ... Helms?

R: Right. Go straight back, she's expecting you.

H: Ah, you must be William Mulder. I'm Marisa Helms.

S: Right. Can I ask what this is about?

H: Take a seat, please. William, school policy is for new students to come talk to one of the other guidance counselors or me. Strictly policy, understand?

S: Ye-es. Ish.

H: According to our transcripts, you've changed schools three times in the past year.

S: Yes, that's right.

H: May I ask why?

S: Um, my parents...they spent a lot of time all over the country. Dad and I are just looking for someplace where he doesn't expect her around every corner.

H: Your father puts his...

S: No, he doesn't. Dad puts everybody's needs over his own. And he thinks - and I agree - that he'll be a better father if he's not haunted by Mom's memory.

H: What happened to your mother?

S: She disappeared. When I was eight.

H: She...?

S: Disappeared. It seems to run in the family; I have an aunt who disappeared when she was eight and it took my dad twenty-plus years to find out that she died at age fourteen. My mom disappeared for three months once. Dad disappeared for almost nine months. My mom's sister would disappear for years at a time, for her own agenda; Dad used to refer to her younger brother as 'the lost Scully sibling'. Of the three of us - me, Mom, and Dad - there's been a lot of kidnappings and abductions and hostage situations.

H: *Kidnappings and abductions and hostage situations?*

S: My parents work - *worked* - in the FBI. It's an occupational hazard.

H: Okay...your academic record is amazing.

S: Every family member, family friend, doctor, and so on has repeatedly told me that I'm amazingly intelligent. It's...in the genes. Dad went to Yale and Oxford and Mom went to Berkley and the University of Maryland...

H: But your discipline record...you've been called on disciplinary problems repeatedly.

S: I see it as the public school system failing me. I just fought in self-protection. My parents taught me that violence rarely solves anything and you should never be the first one to push violence.

H: But they were FBI agents.

S: Yeah. What's your point?

H: Nothing...it says here that you've been tested and your IQ is...

S: Off the charts, I know. It's not a big deal; Dad's been tested as being in the upper genius range and Mom was definitively brilliant. Both were doctors, though they chose not to practice; Dad's a certified psychologist and Mom was a forensic pathologist.

H: How do you feel about what happened to your mother?

S: I wish I knew what happened. It's the not knowing that's killing me. Dad, too. We don't know if she's dead, or alive and in pain, or in a coma somewhere...if we knew, we could deal better.

H: ...I mean, are you angry, frustrated, grieving, what?

S: Of course I'm angry. I'm angry with the people who took her and with the creeps who tortured her and Dad for more than nine years before I was born and with every high-level Bureau jerk who signed off on closing her case. I can't grieve; I don't think she's dead. Neither does Dad. How do you grieve for someone who isn't dead? Anyway, I grew up with a psychologist in the house. I can analyze myself down to a T.

H: You don't think she's dead?

S: No, I don't. Cause...this is gonna sound weird.

H: No weirder than the rest of this conversation, I assure you.

S: I...have this...connection. With my family members. I can sort of...feel when something's wrong. Like when Dad's been shot in the line of duty, I just sort of know it. Instinctively. And I get a lot of pain from my mom, but...if she were dead, there wouldn't be any pain. Follow?

H: Are you sure...?

S: I'm not any more crazy than the rest of my family...of course, my dad's family redefined 'dysfunctional', and Mom's went through all kinds of crises through the fine art of denial...

H: ...

S: I'm not schizophrenic or anything. Rest assured, someone would have noticed by now.

H: Right...

S: Moving on...

H: According to records, your parents weren't, uh, married when you were born.

S: That's right, they weren't.

H: How does that make you feel?

S: How do *you* think it should make me feel?

H: Often, children of unmarried couples feel unwanted, like a burden on their parents...

S: Not in my case. I'm a miracle; didn't they tell you? Besides which, after I was, ah, conceived, my dad was missing for maybe five months, resurfaced, was buried, stayed underground for three months, was dug up, was in a coma for I don't know, a week, and then there was a lot of fuss before my birth, mainly because this group of people were trying to kill me and Mom and Dad.

H: I'm not even gonna try.

S: Good, because your head would possibly explode.

H: Sorry?

S: I was raised with the belief that nothing is impossible, just...highly improbable. That happens when your bedtime stories were about Tibetan werewolves and psychic surgeons gone psycho and rejuvenated serial killers.

H: That didn't scar you at all?

S: No. Because my parents always won. Follow? Good always triumphed, even when a good guy got carted off to the loony bin or an honest agent died or whatever. Good won.

H: Right. Uh, sometimes in single-parent single-child homes, the child feels suffocated, too protected. Is that true in your case?

S: No. I'm all Dad has.

H: Thank you, William; it's been a pleasure talking with you. Certainly mind-bending. Feel free to drop in anytime.

S: I won't, but thanks for the offer.

--Transmission Terminated--

With Love from LA, MEMORANDUM TO: M.C. Rubias, director, Jupiter Heredity FROM: M. Helms, agent, Thor Syndicates RE: Subject 1121-1013WJM


Ma'am: Regarding subject 1121-1013WJM. Transcript of meeting enclosed. Subject seems well adjusted. Gentle prodding into gifts: connection to parents, high intelligence, is possibly precognitive and/or psychic (see enclosed for details). Answered easily, friendly but not too forthcoming, possible hostility. Turned down invitation for second meeting. Requesting advice. How to continue?



With Love from LA, "Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints..." Non aliquis incipit convivium sine nobis, nos sumus convivium. (Translation: No one starts the party without us, 'cause we -are- the party!


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