Title: The Ties that Bind
Author: Marisol Fuller
Written: October 2010
E-mail: fanfic1@live.com (feedback is welcome!)
Rating: PG
Category: S, MSR
Keywords: William, Mulder, Scully
Spoilers: William, Post Series
Archive: Anywhere it fits
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and all other fine XF characters all belong to Chris Carter, Fox, yada-yada-yada...

Summary: William (Scully) Van de Kamp wants answers.

For Mr. and Mrs. Van de Kamp, it was hard to believe that they'd had William, or "Billy" as they called him, for eight years. Being blue collar farming folks, they felt that "Billy" was better suited for William than "William". They had tried for years to have children of their own, desperately wanting to be parents. Unable to conceive, they decided to adopt children. They wanted to adopt

at least one child, if not two. William Fox Scully was the first child they were able to adopt. They hadn't been on the list to adopt long. Not long at all, in fact. Most people wanted infants, but they were willing to go with babies, as well as toddlers, too. This increased their chances at adopting quickly. The Van de Kamps knew they were taking a chance by adopting a child that was, perhaps, two or three years old, but they didn't care. They believed that their faith in God, as well as the love they could provide would be enough.

It had been a closed adoption, which is what both parties wanted. The Van de Kamps, being somewhat conservative folks, were not believers in having open adoptions, where the child knows their birth parents, and perhaps has contact with them. Dana Scully, William's birth mother, also wanted a closed adoption; however, she wanted it for his safety and nothing else. After all, that was why she was giving him up for adoption in the first place.

When the Van de Kamps adopted William, they lived in Wyoming, but since then they had moved to West Virginia, to be near his adoptive mother's family. When William was very little, her mother (his grandmother) became ill, and they relocated to be near her. Although she had since died, they didn't return to Wyoming, having become acclimated to, and preferring, the climate of West Virginia.

In the time William lived with the Van de Kamps, he grew into a remarkable child. He was at the top of his class, and even though he would only be turning nine years old in May of 2010, just one month away, he was completing the fourth grade, something that made his adoptive parents beam with pride. After all, when you adopt a child, your genetics control nothing in the genetic make up of the child, and most children who are adopted come from less privileged genetic and socio-economic backgrounds. They felt blessed to have a child who was, what they considered to be, intellectually gifted.

The Van de Kamps had also been able to scrimp and save enough so that, two years after they adopted William, they were able to adopt another child. This time a little girl named Molly. She was two years younger than William. The children got along fairly well, and once Molly was school aged, they did concede to the children that they were adopted. William had suspected as much, and had questioned his parents before, but they didn't feel comfortable honestly answering until they felt Molly was old enough to hear this, and understand on some cursory level.

William was very intelligent for his age, and knew that he didn't get his blue eyes, light skin, and fair hair from his parents. He also figured that his intelligence came from elsewhere, too. He had also observed that he looked nothing like Molly, his sister. However, since finding out that he was adopted, he had been harping his parents to let him meet his birth parents. Although they tried their best not to express this to William, deep down, they were afraid that if he were to meet his birth parents, he would love them more than he loved than he loved the Van de Kamps. Perhaps he would act out, and want to go live with them. William, himself, did not feel this way at all. He felt that by knowing them, he might learn more about himself - why he looked the way he looked, why he was able to skip ahead in school, why he had certain food tastes, and why he had certain interests.

He had pressed his adoptive parents enough that his adoptive mother decided to take it upon herself and find out his birth mother's address. She figured that any information that the adoption agency gave her almost ten years ago would be out of date, so she hired a private investigator who told her that, to her surprise, she was only a stone's throw away in western Virginia. She was working as a pediatrician in a local hospital there. His mother didn't tell William of what she'd found. She didn't tell her husband either. She knew that he would not be in support of her helping William find her, and although she had her reservations, she felt that this was the best way to keep William close - to let him find her, to let him have closure, to let William know his history. She had known Dana Scully's whereabouts for almost two years, but had said nothing.

MOOREFIELD, WEST VIRGINIA April 20, 2010 11:21pm

"Billy keeps asking about his birth parents. I - I just don't know what to do anymore. I want him to love us. I don't want him to question why he was adopted. I just want him to be grateful for what he has," Mr. Van de Kamp said as he got into bed.

"He's a child. He's going to wonder," Mrs. Van de Kamp casually replied, without looking up from her book that she was reading.

"I just don't get that boy, is all. He's not interested in anything that we do - hunting, fishing, farming, or anything related to our lives. All he seems to care about his math, science, and wanting to know who his damn birth parents are!" Mr Van de Kamp exclaimed, getting frustrated that his son wasn't turning out to be the prot?g? that he had so wanted.

Mrs. Van de Kamp put her book down and scooted over to her husband in bed. She put her arms around him and said, "I know... But you have to understand... We didn't create that boy, and although we've been blessed with the chance to shape who he'll become, we didn't give him the building blocks; we're giving him the tools he needs to put those blocks together." She sighed. She wasn't sure how her husband would take it, but she was going to tell him that she knew where William's mother was. "Listen there's something that I think you should know. When Billy started asking about his birth mother, I decided that I would inquire into it - "

"Anita! What did you tell that boy?!" her husband exclaimed.

"I haven't told him anything. I haven't said anything to anyone, but two years ago, when he began asking a lot, I hired a private investigator and found out where she's located now, and got some additional basic information," she explained. "I was afraid - I am afraid - that if we don't let Billy know who he is, where he came from, then we'll slowly lose him. He's already so different from us, and his sister, Molly. And every year he gets older, it's going to get harder, not easier. Truthfully, I'm beginning to believe that the way to keep him close is to let him go. I believe that God would want Billy to know."

Her husband was quiet for a minute. He was thinking. He didn't want to let his son meet his birth mother. He was afraid that, if he did, he would choose her over them. They had worked so hard to have children, he didn't want to lose them.

"I'm just not sure it's the best idea to let him meet her. What if she's a drug addict? What if he wants that life more?" he questioned. "What if he doesn't want to be with us anymore?"

"I've thought about that myself," Mrs. Van de Kamp admitted. "But he could still not want to be with us even if we bar him from meeting her. Lately I feel as if he's been somewhat depressed. His grades have been worse, too... And I think it's because of this - I think it's because he's longing to meet her. At this point I'm beginning to believe that meeting her may bring him closer to us"

They were both silent for a minute or two, not sure of what to do. Although he did not want to admit it, Mr. Van de Kamp could see his wife's point. He felt that since his son was about five years old, they'd been drifting apart. Perhaps this was part of the reason why. And although William was an excellent student, his grades had been slipping some recently. They weren't terrible by any means, but it was not at his usual standard, and according to his teachers, it wasn't because William couldn't do the work.

"What else do you know about her, besides where she's located now?" Mr. Van de Kamp reluctantly asked.

"She's 46 years old. She's a doctor, and she works for Our Lady of Sorrows in western Virginia... When she gave up William she was working at the FBI Training Academy in Quantico, Virginia," Mrs. Van de Kamp replied.

"At least she's not a dope addict," Mr. Van de Kamp said. He was simultaneously amused and befuddled at who William's birth mother was. What doctor would give up their child? After all, most of the time it's scared kids and addicts that give up their children.

Mrs. Van de Kamp sighed and stated, "I was thinking about going out to meet her tomorrow, when Billy and Molly are in school. I was thinking about having her come here for Billy's ninth birthday next month."

"You've got to be kidding," Mr. Van de Kamp retorted. "That's our day to spend with our son. Not her's. She gave him up, not us."

"I know, that, hon. But what's important here is what's good for Billy, and his happiness. I'm not terribly comfortable with this myself, but I believe that this is what would make him happy. I want him to thrive and be the best he can be, and if this means he meets her and has some sort of relationship with her, then so be it. Our job is to make sure that he is the best person he can be, and right now... right now I feel as if we're failing him," Mrs. Van de Kamp explained. She looked at her husband. He was looking off in the distance in their bedroom, at a family photo on the wall. "You don't have to be pleased with my decision, but I want you to respect it, for Billy. I'm going to go meet her tomorrow, and ask her to his birthday. My request from you is that I don't want you to say anything to him, for now."

"Anita, why on God's green earth would I say anything? I'm against the idea in the first place," Mr. Van de Kamp said. He sighed. He knew, deep down, that his wife was right. He kissed his wife, turned off the lamp on the nightstand, rolled over, and went to sleep.

OUR LADY of SORROWS Hospital Harrisonburg, VA 10:13am

"Well, it looks like your son has a case of the Chicken Pox," Dana Scully stated. She had been working at the Our Lady of Sorrows hospital since leaving the FBI eight years ago. She did her pediatric residency there, and then began practicing there as an attending. She decided to go into pediatrics in part because of William. Although she had given him up for adoption, she felt that if she worked with children, perhaps that could help fill the void left by giving up her son.

Since helping the FBI two years ago, her life, as well as Fox Mulder's, had improved greatly. The charges that the FBI had wanted to bring against Mulder had been dropped, which changed their lives some. It made it so they didn't have to be so secretive and careful about their whereabouts. It also meant that Mulder could leave the house without being so careful, which helped him immensely. He was doing freelance consulting with various agencies, universities, and law enforcement agencies on paranormal phenomenon and what to look for, how to react, etc. This provided him with both a steady income and an outlet for his obsession.

"Will he be okay, Dr. Scully?" the mother of the young child asked.

Scully smiled and replied, "He'll be fine in a week or two. Just try and make sure he doesn't scratch too much. You don't want him to scar."

"Thank you, Dr. Scully," the boy's father said.

"You're welcome, and if you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork I need to finish up," Scully replied. She shook hand with the parents and left the room, heading back to her office.

When she got there, she saw a woman sitting in one of the two chairs outside of her office. She didn't have any scheduled visitors or meetings, so she was surprised at the visitor. Nor did she know the woman. She didn't recognize to her to be a patient's mother, either.

"Can I help you?" Scully asked the woman.

"Yes, I believe you can... Are you Dana Scully?" the woman asked.

"... Yes, I am," Scully stated. "Why are you inquiring about me?"

"You don't know me, but my name is Anita Van de Kamp... And we have something in common, a boy," she replied.

"A boy? We have a boy in common? If you're speaking of a child, I don't have any children, so I think you're mistaken," Scully said. No one that she worked with knew that she'd ever had children, or had been a mother. It was something that only her family, and Mulder, knew about. It hurt her so greatly to give William up that she didn't speak of him much, if at all.

"Eight years ago I adopted a little boy. He was eleven months old at the time. At the time of adoption his name was William Fox Scully. According to the paperwork, his mother's name was Dana Katherine Scully, born February 23, 1964. We both requested that this be a closed adoption, am I correct?" Mrs. Van de Kamp said.

"Why don't we speak in a more private place?" Scully asked, ushering Mrs. Van de Kamp into her office and closing the door.

"What do you want?" Scully demanded.

"Billy wants to meet you. He's been asking about you for years now, and at this point... At this point I believe it's in his absolute best interest to meet you. He's becoming more withdrawn and his grades have gone down some, too. We believe that if Billy gets to meet you, gets to strike up some rapport with you, that it may be just what he needs," Mrs. Van de Kamp explained.

"I'm sorry, but I thought we both wanted a closed adoption - one where I don't know where he is, and where he doesn't know where I am," Scully replied.

"We did, and we do, but more and more, I don't believe that's in Billy's best interest... And ultimately, it's not what we want; it's about what's best for him, right?" Mrs. Van de Kamp said.

Scully sighed. She knew Mrs. Van de Kamp was right. And it wasn't that she didn't want to see her son; she did. She knew Mulder would want to see him, too. It was that she didn't want to inadvertently put him in and sort of danger with anyone. Although their lives had been relatively

"darkness" free since leaving the FBI, she was afraid that by seeing William, the darkness would begin to, once again, follow them.

"Mrs. Van de Kamp, do you know why I gave William up for adoption?" Scully asked.

"To be perfectly honest, no, I don't," she replied. "Why did you give him up for adoption?"

"I gave him up because, at the time, both his life and mine were in danger," Scully explained. "I felt that by giving him up, he would have the best chance at a normal childhood."

"How was his life in danger?" Mrs. Van de Kamp asked, now becoming worried.

"At the time, I worked for the FBI. Just prior to William's birth, and the eight years before that, I worked in a division of the FBI called the X-Files, which deal with investigating paranormal phenomena - I didn't investigate as many 'big foot' cases as you may think. But unfortunately, there were people who had tried to hurt me, and William," Scully replied. "I don't believe that there is any danger now, but there was, and that's why I did it. But if you believe there's any danger, then I suggest that you tell me no more about William, or who he is now."

Mrs. Van de Kamp thought about it for a moment. This did explain why the woman in her mid- thirties, with a good job, would want to give up her child for adoption - a closed adoption nonetheless. She thought about if it would be safe for William to meet her, given what she was just told, but she knew how much he desperately wanted to meet her. She also knew that if she was this easy to track down her life couldn't be in that much danger at present. After all, she was a former FBI agent - she could hide herself if she really wanted to.

"I still think it's a good idea to at least meet him," Mrs. Van de Kamp said. "This doesn't put you on the hook for anything, but he'd at least get to see you and talk to you."

"I'll think about it," Scully replied.

One thing Mrs. Van de Kamp had been curious about, but had never asked, was about William's father. There wasn't one listed on the birth certificate, but the child clearly must have had a father. She decided to ask Scully.

"Dr. Scully, I must ask you something... do you know anything about Billy's father? I mean, he must have one, somewhere?" Mrs. Van de Kamp asked.

She was right; every child does have a father. Biologically, they have to. Scully reluctantly replied, "He does... His name is Fox Mulder. He's my partner."

"Can you tell me anything more about him?" Mrs. Van de Kamp proded.

Scully sighed a little and replied, "I met Mulder while working at the FBI. We were assigned to the same unit," she said, not wanting to give too much detail. "He current works doing consulting."

"If you decide to meet Billy, could you bring him along? I think that would mean the world to Billy," Mrs. Van de Kamp asked.

"If I decide to meet him, I'll ask him to come," Scully replied.

The End

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