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Title: Unbeknownst Summary: "Hi Mom, it's me. I was wondering if you could come over and watch William for a few hours..."
Saturday February 23, 2002
"You guys really didn't have to do this." Monica Reyes shook her head and smiled, bending down to play with a wide-eyed William, bouncing around contentedly in his Jolly Jumper. "Of course we did. It's your birthday, Dana. Lord knows you could use a little relaxation." "Even if it is for only three hours," John Doggett quipped, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. All this women talk made him want to take a little trip down to the firing range and blast away like there was no tomorrow. "Well thank you -- both of you," Scully said gratefully, fingering the tiny pink envelope and smiling to herself. "I haven't been to a day spa in ages." "You'll love it," Reyes declared enthusiastically. "Guaranteed best three hours of your life." She turned around and grinned playfully at Agent Doggett, who rolled his eyes dramatically and began inching towards the door. "Where are you guys going, anyway?" Scully asked, noticing both Reyes and Doggett were both dressed for work. "Th' office," Doggett sighed. "Gotta tie up some loose ends on that Raleigh case a coupla weeks back." Agent Reyes grinned ruefully. "I could think of better ways to be spending my Saturday." Scully smiled sympathetically, absently kicking one of William's stuffed animals out of the way as she led the two agents to the foyer. "Well, try not to work too hard." "We won't," Reyes replied, stepping forward and giving Scully a hug. Surprised, Scully hugged her back, and found herself blushing at Reyes' sudden affection. "Happy birthday, Dana," she said, and stepped out into the hallway, followed closely by Doggett. "Thank you," she replied sincerely, waving to them both before she closed the door behind them. She stood at the door stunned for a few moments, and glanced back into the living room where William was desperately trying to reach the stuffed animal she had kicked out of his reach moments before. She smiled at the futility of it all, and walked back to retrieve it for her son, who was becoming increasingly frustrated at his inability to get what he wanted. All of a sudden, she stopped dead in her tracks when the ridiculous notion crossed her mind. Before she could talk herself out of it, she picked up the phone and dialled her mother. "Hi Mom, it's me. I was wondering if you could come over and watch William for a few hours..." She hung up the phone and resisted the urge to squeal. This day was getting better and better. True, she was getting older, but she sure as hell was going to do it in style. She glanced at William who began to fuss in his jumper, and grinned slyly. She was going to have the day to herself, without a care in the world. Better yet, she'd have the day to herself knowing that William was in good hands. She hummed cheerily as she began to tidy the apartment for her mother's arrival and prepared her son for his afternoon nap. She was beginning to feel really good about all of this. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?
"Are you sure you have enough milk?" "Dana, go. That's an order from your mother." "What about Gerber? He likes the one with the peas..." "I'm not going to ask you again." "He was kind of fussy earlier too. He might be coming down with something." "Dana..." "My cell phone will be on all the time --" "I'm going to count to five." "--and emergency numbers are on the fridge." "Five, four --" "Oh! John and Monica's home numbers are here --" "Three, two--" "--but they're at work today so I'll jot down the number to reach them at the office..." "One! That's it. Go." Scully couldn't write the number down fast enough before she was literally hauled to the door via her shoulder bag. "I'm just making sure you have everything you need, Mom." "No, you're just feeling guilty spending three whole hours on yourself for a change." "That's one eighth of a day." "Good-bye, Dana." Reluctantly, Scully stepped through the threshold. No sooner had she set foot outside when she treated to the loud slam of her own door right in her face. "Love you too, Mom." "Have a great time, sweetie!" her mother's spirited voice called at her from the other side. Biting her nails frantically, Scully turned on her heel and fled before she gave in and kicked the door down and kidnapped her own son. Good Lord, had she really become this pathetic? The answer, of course, was yes. She smiled all the way to her car.
"John, I told you. I am not signing that report." "Oh, for th' love a' Pete. Monica, what the hell is the assistant director gonna to say when he's flippin' through the pages and then comes to your version of the report?" "I don't know. But it just doesn't make sense to close the case and say that our suspect must have had a twin, or, as you so delicately put it, someone who looks 'a helluva lot like him'." "I'm not gonna say it again. This man couldn't have been in two places at once." "How do you know that?" John Doggett's hands flew into the air. "How do I know that? How do I know that?! For cryin' out loud, it's just not possible!" "It's just not possible for *you*." Her words sliced through him, but he didn't let her know it. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Would ya just sign the friggin' report so we can go home?" Reyes' eyes flashed defiantly, but before she could open her mouth to reply, the phone rang. "Saved by the bell," muttered Doggett, who couldn't snatch up the receiver fast enough. "Doggett," he snapped into the phone, a little more harshly than he meant to. "Mrs. Scully? Yes...yes, sorry. Yeah, it's John Doggett. No, no, everything's fine. Everything okay with you?" Monica immediately shot out of her chair and hurried over to Agent Doggett's desk. <What's wrong?> she mouthed to him. He held up one hand to silence her as he nodded into the receiver. "Uh-huh. No, that's fine. Not a problem. Yes, Monica will be there as soon as she can. Of course. You're very welcome. Bye now." "Monica will be there, will she?" He barely had time to hang up the receiver. "Scully's mom forgot she had some sorta auxiliary meetin' and apparently she really needs to be there. She said she'd be an hour at most an' she wondered if one or both of us could come over and just watch the baby for a while." "So you volunteered my services? Thank you, John." He grinned up at her. "Always a pleasure, Monica." He looked down again, grinning smugly, and pretended to immerse himself in the Raleigh report. "Oh no you don't," she replied, an amused smirk forming on her lips. She grabbed both of their coats off the hook and offered his up to him. "You're not getting off that easily." "What are you doing?" "You're coming with me." "I need to stay here and finish this." "Not without my signature you don't." He groaned painfully, knowing there was no way in hell he'd be getting out of this one. With a defeated sulk, he got up out of the chair and snatched his coat from his partner. "Let's go," she grinned playfully, ushering him out the door. "You're impossible sometimes," he grumbled, stepping in front of her and striding defiantly down the basement hallway. He kept well in front of her the entire way to the car - just far enough ahead that she couldn't see him smile.
Scully groaned and snuggled into her massage bed, wanting to sink deeper and deeper into her own imprint. "What have I been missing?" she cried, her question directed to nobody in particular. "Everything okay, ma'am?" asked the masseuse politely. Scully raised her head slightly, turning it to the side and looking up at the young woman standing above her. "Perfect," she replied drowsily, returning her head to the desired position. "I think I'm moving in." Another woman across the room chuckled. "Sing it, sister."
"Monica, you're a lifesaver!" gushed Margaret Scully, already dressed and ready to go. "Not a problem, Mrs. Scully. Is William sleeping?" "Like an angel," she called over her shoulder as she dashed into the foyer to grab her purse. As she reached for the door handle, she was almost knocked down when Doggett barrelled through the door at the exact same time. "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Scully, grabbing onto the side table for support. "Oh God, Mrs. Scully, are you okay?" Doggett exclaimed, embarrassed. He held out his hand to steady her, and she grabbed onto him appreciatively. "John? What are you doing here? I thought you said just Monica was coming." "He's keeping me company," Reyes informed her smugly, hanging up her coat and trying desperately not to laugh. "Isn't that nice," Margaret remarked as she composed herself, still gripping Doggett's arm. "Who wants to work on a weekend, anyway?" he chided, shooting a glance in Reyes' direction. Unfortunately for him, she had already disappeared into the kitchen to prepare William's lunch. "All numbers are on the fridge," Mrs. Scully explained hurriedly, quickly glancing at her watch. "I wrote down the number where I'll be, although I'm sure you won't need to get a hold of me." "Go, Mrs. Scully. We'll be fine here," Reyes called from the kitchen. "Okay, thank you so much, you two. I'll be back as soon as I can. And uh, Dana won't even have to know about all of this ... right?" Monica reappeared from the kitchen, a wry smile forming as she twisted the lid off William's baby food. "Of course not," she replied, grinning. "You're a doll," Margaret praised, winking at Reyes and gently patting Doggett's arm. And with that, she was gone. "So, what the hell do you want me to do?" Doggett inquired, taking off his shoes and wandering into the kitchen. Reyes was busy preparing a delicious meal of peas and carrots for William, and warming his bottle on the stove. "You could go check on William, make sure he's okay," she suggested. When Doggett hesitated, she immediately regretted her request. "You know what? I'll go check him. You finish scraping the rest of the peas out of here." She offered the tiny Gerber container up for his inspection, but he immediately held up his hands and stepped back. "No, no, I'll go check 'em." She smiled, placing her hand on his arm. "Sure?" He cleared his throat and shrugged off his coat, and consequently her hand along with it. "Yep. Be right back." He literally flew out of the kitchen and trudged down the hall to William's room. He stopped when he reached the doorway, straining to see into the crib. He still looked asleep. Good enough. No sooner had he turned to leave when he heard a soft whimper. Shit. "Ya saw me, didn't you?" he mumbled, wincing and clenching his fists at his side. He turned back around and entered the room. As he got closer, he could see that William was very much awake, flailing his arms and hands in the air wildly. When he saw Doggett, he froze. This wasn't Grandma. Or Mom. Doggett wasn't sure what to do. Keep approaching the crib? Turn and leave? God, he sure was a cute kid. "Hey big guy," he found himself saying. "Don't cry on me now, okay?" He continued to approach the baby, who was watching him like a hawk. Doggett felt a little uneasy, being scrutinized so severely by a four-month-old. Why the hell did this intimidate him so much? Of course he knew why. He slowly reached one hand into the crib and patted the baby's head awkwardly. What the hell was he supposed to do now? "Pick him up." He jumped and wheeled around to find Reyes standing in the doorway. "How long you been standin' there?" he shot at her, accusingly. He expected her to waiver, but she didn't. Instead she stepped into the room and walked up to where he was standing above the baby's crib. "A little while. Are you okay, John?" "Chrissakes, I'm fine," he snapped. She raised her eyebrows, not believing him for one second, but let it go. She reached into the crib and took the baby in her arms. He squirmed uneasily, but didn't fuss or cry. "I'm going to go feed him now. You coming?" He shook his head and walked over to the window. "Be there in a minute," he muttered into the glass. She playfully pinched William's nose and shifted him in her arms. She lingered for a few moments, wanting to say something more, but decided against it. She sighed softly and brushed a piece of William's hair out of his face. "Let's go get you some mush," she cooed to the baby, and after eyeing her partner intently for a few seconds, she slowly made her way out of the room and back into the kitchen. Doggett stood at the window and looked down. He used to be good at this stuff. Really good. And now look at him. Didn't even have the slightest clue how to pick up a baby. He was glad Barbara didn't see him like this. She'd be so disappointed in him. She'd wonder if he was forgetting how to be a dad. He was scared of that the most. What was worse, he was scared that he was forgetting what it was like to be a dad. It wasn't a good feeling. And being here didn't help matters. Maybe that was why he was doing such a great job of being an asshole today. But why couldn't she have just signed the damn papers? They would have been out of there before the phone even rang-- As if on cue, his cell phone rang. He jumped a mile and frantically dove into his back pocket to grab it. "Doggett." It was the Sheriff's office in Raleigh. Their suspect had gone missing. "How soon can you two get down here?" the Sheriff wanted to know. "Hold on Sheriff, let me go talk to my partner and I'll call you right back." Doggett ran out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen where Reyes was just finishing lunch with William. "What is it?" she asked, noticing the anxious look on his face. He peered down at William who was quietly enjoying mashing his palm into a few stray peas that had gotten away. "Kovach is missing," he told her, prying his eyes away from William and the mess that was rapidly accumulating all around him. "Doesn't surprise me," Reyes replied. "Was that the Sheriff?" "Yeah. He wants us back down there." "Immediately?" "I'd assume so." Reyes quickly cleaned off the baby and transferred him into his playpen. "We can't leave now, John. We're a little tied up, in case you haven't noticed." "Yeah well our asses are on the line if we don't get down there ASAP. We have a job to do." "Actually, we have *two* jobs to do." "The longer we wait the less chance we have of catchin' this guy. Or these guys. Whatever. We need to go, Monica, and we need to go now." "What are we going to do about William?" she asked incredulously. "Drop him off with the Lone Gunmen?" Doggett's eyes widened and a big grin crossed his face. "Yeah!" "No way." "Why not? They would be on our way. Mrs. Scully could just pick him up whenever she was--" Before he could finish his thought, he was interrupted by Scully's phone. Without thinking, Monica grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" She winced at the voice on the other end. "Hi Dana..." Doggett lowered his head into his hands and prepared for the worst. "Um, we just stopped by to see how everyone was. Your mother is, um, she's actually in the shower. William got a little happy with his strained peas and there was a big mess. But everything's fine. How are you enjoying it?" She bit her lip as she listened to Scully on the other end, obviously amused by what she was saying. "You sound like you're having the time of your life, Dana. And by all means, stay as long as you want. Oh! Make sure you try the magic mud bath. No, it's not really mud. Okay. Sure. Talk to you later." She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close," Doggett remarked, finally remembering to breathe himself. "Too close. Listen, call back the Sheriff and tell him we're on our way. I'm going to give the Lone Gunmen a call, and then Mrs. Scully." They parted ways momentarily, and when Doggett returned, Reyes was just finishing her conversation with Scully's mother. "We're really sorry about this. But he'll be in good hands. We know how much Mulder and Scully trust those three." He shook his head, smiling as he watched her. She caught him glancing at her and returned the look. "Okay, we'll tell them you'll go straight there from your meeting and bring him back here. Great. Okay, take care, Mrs. Scully." "She okay?" he asked, when Reyes had hung up the phone. "She was fine," Reyes told him, still reeling from the surprisingly pleasant conversation with Maggie. "She told me that Dana and Fox had to leave at the drop of a hat all the time. She completely understood." Before long, they had somehow managed to bundle up William and all of his necessary belongings and pile into the car. They arrived at the Lone Gunmen looking quite the sight. William was becoming increasingly irritable by the minute, and he wasn't shy in letting everyone know. Byers was the first to meet and greet the troubled threesome. "I could hear the baby all the way down the hall," he commented, smiling sympathetically and stepping aside to let Reyes in, with William and his carrier hooked through her arm. Doggett followed closely behind, William's diaper bag awkwardly slung over his right shoulder. "He's not too happy with us right now, I'm sure," Reyes told him. Langly and Frohike appeared a few moments later and helped lighten the load of baby gear. "Oh God, this kid ain't happy," remarked Frohike, bending down to get a closer look at the red-faced William, who was wiggling around uncomfortably in his carrier. William responded with a relatively high-pitched shriek, startling everyone. "I changed his diaper before we left," Reyes informed the guys over the noise. "And he finished lunch not too long before that. Mrs. Scully said she'd be right over as soon as she could. We're so sorry about all of this. You three are wonderful." Frohike, Byers and Langly all blushed in unison, and Langly whispered something to Byers, who proceeded to elbow him sharply in the ribs. "It's -- it's nothing Agent Reyes, really," Byers stammered, absently poking at his glasses. "Happy to do it." "I can't wait to see Mulder's face when we tell him how many times his child has been left at the mercy of our catastrophic babysitting skills," Langly quipped nervously. Everyone laughed, although it was somewhat apparent that Langly's comment didn't exactly fill Reyes and Doggett with a lot of confidence. "Well, we'd better get movin' before the Sheriff has an aneurysm," Doggett said, inching his way to the door. Monica bent down on one knee and gently stroked William's cheek. "Good-bye, sweetie," she said to him, and then turned to the Gunmen. "And thank you guys so much. We owe you, big time." "Think nothing of it," Frohike replied as he led the two agents to the door. "We'll make sure to have him back in one piece."
"Ms. Scully, they're ready for you now." I don't believe I'm doing this, Scully thought to herself, tightening the fluffy write robe around her. "This isn't real mud, is it?" "No, no. It's a mixture of nutrients and minerals like magnesium, potassium and calcium. You know, all that great stuff that promotes healthy skin." "Happy birthday to me..."
Frohike had no sooner shut the door when Langly went into hysterics. "What are we going to do?" he cried, pacing back and forth. William eyed him curiously, sticking a fist into his mouth and beginning to vigourously chew on it. All three men turned to the baby in unison, who had for the moment ceased to make a sound. "We can't *not* go to the convention," Byers said gingerly. "We have VIP passes." "I've been looking forward to this for weeks," Frohike admitted. "Once in a lifetime opportunity," added Langly. "Twice, tops." All three looked back and forth from one to the other. "Scully would kill us." "Mulder would take out a restraining order." "Mrs. Scully would beat me with her purse." They debated in a similar fashion for a few minutes before finally deciding it was best they not go to the UFO convention after all. They hauled little William and his belongings up onto the couch and simply looked around at each other sullenly. William, who by all accounts should have been the most upset by all of this, was the most content, occasionally giggling at the odd-looking decor of the Gunmen abode. He grinned and cooed happily, gnawing on his fingers and glancing around inquisitively at his temporary guardians. "He seems to be happy now," Langly observed tentatively after a few minutes had passed. He glanced back and forth between Byers and Frohike. "No way," barked Frohike, putting a protective arm around William's carrier. "We'd only have to go for a little while," Byers suggested, receiving a nod of approval from Langly. "It's a bad idea, you guys," Frohike declared, feeling less convinced than he sounded. "C'mon Frohike. If he's anything like his dad--" "If his dad found out he'd bludgeon us to death with his baseball bat!" Frohike cried, jumping to his feet and stroking the stubble that was beginning to form on his chin. "Mulder would love us for it," Byers persisted. "We'd be giving him the greatest head start in carrying on the legacy!" "This is ridiculous." "William, what do you think? Do you want to go see some UFO's?" Langly peered down at William, who responded with a gummy grin and thrashing of his legs. "I think that's a yes!" Langly cheered, bending down and gently ruffling the baby's hair. Byers peered down at the little man eagerly. "What do you say, Frohike? Let's make Mulder proud." The whole room went silent as Frohike contemplated his decision. "Guess I can't say no to that," he conceded.
"Is my skin supposed to feel like this?" "It's the magic mud. Isn't it great?" The sauna hissed and Scully glanced at the young woman sitting across from her. She consciously tightened her towel just underneath her arms and smiled. "My son is going to slip right out of my arms." "You have a son?" "I do," Scully replied shyly, resting her head against the back of the bench. "How old?" "Just about four months." "How did you manage to get the day off? Stick your husband with babysitting duties?" Scully forced herself to smile. "Something like that."
"You got him?" "Yes, I've got him." "Are you sure you don't want me to help you carry him?" "Langly, I'm perfectly capable of holding onto a baby carrier handle." "You're dangling him too close to the ground." "Well, the handle doesn't adjust." "You're practically dragging him along the floor." "Would you just lay off?" "Fine." "Fine." "Would you guys quit it already?" Byers hissed. "We're here. Let's enjoy this as much as we can." "I can't believe how big it is in here." "Do you think they could use a copy of the Lone Gunmen?" Frohike asked, removing one hand from William's carrier handle and pointing to a kiosk decorated with newspaper clippings of UFO sightings. "We're not here to advertise, Frohike." The three stumbled around the large arena in awe, soaking up every possible image they could. "This is the greatest thing I've ever seen," Langly breathed. "What do you think, William?" All three stopped and looked down at the baby, who was sound asleep. "He's missing it!" Frohike exclaimed. "Shh, don't wake him," Byers warned. "Last thing we need is an outburst in front of all these people." "They're all freaks, just like us. They won't care," Frohike replied, and chuckling quietly to themselves, the four guys made their way through the convention.
"Are you all finished, Ms. Scully?" "Yes, thank you. That was wonderful." "I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Please, come again soon." The attractive woman at the front desk handed Scully her card and smiled politely. "Thanks," Scully said as she took the card and stuffed it into her purse. Feeling a little shaky, but incredibly invigorated, she stepped out into the late afternoon sun and hummed all the way to her car.
"That was wicked," proclaimed Langly, as they passed through the last display and out into the lobby. "I couldn't get enough of the Sagan presentation," Byers gushed, flipping through the dozens of brochures he had collected. "It's too bad little Will had to nod off," Frohike chuckled, raising up the carrier to eye level. The baby was still fast asleep. "Uh, Guys?" Byers stopped suddenly, his eyes still fixed on the sleeping William. "What is it?" Frohike asked, turning around to face him. "What did Reyes and Doggett say about Scully's mom coming to pick William up?" "Oh sh--"
"Anybody home?" Margaret Scully called for the umpteenth time. She banged on the Gunmen's door again, an uneasy feeling welling up in her stomach. "Hello? Guys, it's me, Maggie. Are you there?" She stood there for a few moments with her ear to the door, listening for any sounds. She heard nothing. She glanced at her watch. Dana would be home within the hour for sure. Knowing her, she wouldn't be surprised if she was there already. She whirled around and flew back down the hallway, her mind racing. Where the hell could they have gotten to? She pushed open the door and felt a heavy thud as it came in contact with someone on the other end. She gasped and stepped back. "Oh my goodness, are you--" "Mrs. Scully!" "Frohike!" "Thank God!" "Are you okay?" "Yes I'm fine. We are *so* sorry!" "Where are the other two? And my grandson?" "Right here!" Byers and Langly suddenly appeared, huffing and puffing like mad. William and his carrier were woven safely through Byers' arm, and Langly had constructed a makeshift backpack out of William's diaper bag. He shrugged it off and began to catch his breath as the three of them stood before Margaret. "I was getting worried," she said, crossing her arms and allowing a tiny smile to play upon her lips. "Where did you guys go?" "We uh--" "It's a funny story, really." "Yeah, you're really gonna laugh when you hear this one, Mrs. Scully..." "You know what?" she said, holding up one hand and gently removing her grandson and his carrier from out of Byers' clasp. "I don't want to know." Langly gently hung the diaper bag on her shoulder and went back to where he was standing, still trying to catch his breath. "Take care, you three," she smiled warmly as she began to walk to her car. All three looked after her, dumbfounded, but relieved. "You too, Mrs. Scully. You too..."
"Hello?" Dana Scully removed her key from the lock and pushed open the door. "Mom?" She dropped her keys on the side table and glanced around the quiet apartment. Her heart immediately jumped into her chest. "I'm home," she called, kicking off her shoes and lowering her bag to the floor. "Mom?" She padded into the kitchen, where everything was spotless. She walked into the living room. Not a single toy was strewn on the ground. William's playpen was folded neatly in the corner. Even the cushions and pillows had recently been fluffed. Something wasn't right here. "Hello?" she called again, this time louder and more panicky then before. "Shh, Dana," came a familiar voice. Scully whirled around to find her mother tiptoeing out of William's room. "Mom!" Maggie held her finger to her lips and tried silencing her daughter for the second time. "He's asleep, honey." Scully smiled, relief washing over her. "Sorry," she grinned sheepishly. "I got worried there for a second. I thought nobody was home." Margaret shook her head and smiled for many different reasons. "You obviously aren't relaxed enough." "Oh, I'm relaxed. Mom, I had the greatest day." "Tell me all about it," Margaret said, taking her daughter's hand and leading her into the living room. "I will. I just want to go check on him," Scully replied, and before Maggie could stop her, she dashed down the hall towards her son's room. She pushed open the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. She could hear William's soft, even breaths as she approached his crib. He was sound asleep, his eyes twitching as he dreamt. She smiled to herself, delicately brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and touching his rosy cheek. He was looking more like Mulder every day. She wished he could see him like this, instead of through photographs. She wished he could touch him like this, instead of the glossy surface of a picture. She wished so damn much he could be here. "Love you," she whispered, bending down to give him a kiss. Love you too, Mulder. She came back into the living room to find her mother sprawled out on the couch. "You look tired." "Long day," she replied, looking up at her daughter in admiration. Scully smiled. "Don't know what I'd do without you, sometimes," she said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her mother. "I'm a good enough substitute until he comes back, anyway," she replied, only half-joking. Scully's face fell slightly, but she kept her chin up. "Soon." Margaret nodded. "Yes. Soon." Both were silent for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. "Well, I'd better get going," Maggie said after a little while had passed. "Getting late." Scully accompanied her mother to the door, and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom." "You're welcome." Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. How they managed to pull all this off without Scully knowing was quite a feat. She was more than a little proud of herself. And others too, of course. "Oh, did he have his dinner yet?" Scully asked suddenly, as she handed her mother her coat. "About twenty minutes ago." "And he went off to sleep okay?" "Out like a light." Scully smiled. "Great." "Goodnight, Dana. And don't forget, I owe you a dinner. Happy birthday, sweetie." "Thanks Mom." Margaret Scully stepped over the threshold and slung her purse over her shoulder. Smooth sailing from here. "Oh, Mom?" Maggie froze and slowly turned around. "Mmm-hmm?" "Just one more thing." "What's that?" Scully paused for a couple of heart-racing seconds. "Why does it say 'Baby's First UFO Convention' on my son's diaper bag?" The End I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did writing it! Feedback is always welcome. Drop me a line anytime at <xfgurl@hotmail.com>
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