Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Keywords: MSR (of course) and Post-Series
Spoilers: Everything through Season 9 is up for grabs.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own the characters and never will :(.
Summary: He needs them.
The woman sitting across the room looked up startled. "Honey! Come quick! He just said his first word!" She picked up the little boy and said, "That's right baby. Mama's here."
This however seemed to upset the baby and he started to scream 'mama' over and over again. "William? William, what's wrong?"
Scully woke with a start, William's screams still echoing in her ears. She glanced over at Mulder, who had actually managed to fall asleep. When they had first become involved she wouldn't have thought about waking him to talk about a dream but so many things had changed since then. She had gone too many sleepless nights where all she wanted to do was talk to him, be comforted by him, or just held. "Mulder?" she nudged him to try and wake him. It took a couple minutes to wake him but once his eyes fluttered open he smiled sleepily at her.
"What's wrong Scully?"
"Mulder... what do you know about dreams?"
"Mmmm, you want the psychological or paranormal answer?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
"I want your answer."
This time he wasn't able to stop the yawn. "Okay then, why don't you tell me about the dream and then I'll give you 'my answer'." So she told him. She told him about William, the woman (who she assumed was the woman who had adopted him), and the screams. Once she was done Mulder looked at her slightly worried but mostly sad. "Have you had these dreams before? Or something like them?" She nodded slowly. "When?"
Scully hesitated for a moment and then said, "When I thought you'd died in New Mexico I had a dream that had a similar feel to it. I can't really explain it. It's like I'm not really sleeping, just somewhere else. That time you'd told me that you were alive. And after your abduction... Well you remember when you asked me why I hadn't sold your apartment or anything? I told you I kept it for sentimental reasons. Well that was half true. The other part was that I had this dream after the funeral where you came and told me that you'd be back. Mulder... you've got to believe me... Will needs us."
She finally got William to go to sleep. She had never thought that this would be so hard. William had been a very well behaved baby ever since he had arrived but that's all he was. Well behaved. He seemed to view them as simple acquaintances. And now he had called out for his mother and had meant another woman.
She looked down at William's sleeping form and shook her head, turned, and left the room.
Mulder walked to the counter in the office of the motel so that he could check them out, someone was bound to think to look for them in Roswell eventually. Much to his frustration no one was behind the counter so he rang the bell but no one came out to help him. So he pounded on it a couple more times.
"You know that won't help, he's in the little manager's room," said an amused voice from behind him. He turned around and saw Melissa Scully standing there with her arms crossed and a grin on her face.
"Hey Melissa," he said nonchalantly, he was almost getting used to these 'visitations'. "And what can I do for you this fine morning?"
"Oh I'm just here to vouch for my sister. Don't want the love of her life thinking she's crazy now do I?"
"I don't think she's crazy."
"But you don't believe her," this was not a question and they both knew it.
"So... what? You're saying that Will does need our help? That these are more than just dreams of a mother who wants her son back?"
"What I'm saying is that you need to listen to Dana, she knows what she's talking about. And like she told you, it's not the first time she's had these dreams, although she has had more dreams than she has admitted to you or herself."
"You're telling me that Scully is psychic?"
Melissa smiled again and shook her head. "In tune is probably a better phrase." She paused and then, acting as if she had recalled something mildly important, said, "Oh by the way. Buffalo is lovely this time of year. Ever been?" She set a piece of paper on the counter. Mulder glanced at it and when he looked up she was gone.
"May I help you?" the attendant was back.
There was a loud knock on the door and, afraid that it would wake the baby, she ran quickly to open the door but was immediately sorry that she did. She let out a scream and her husband came running to see what was wrong but neither of them stood a chance against the menacing figures that stood in the doorway.
"Mulder why are we going back up north? We have no chance of actually making it across the border anymore; we have to lay low for a while."
"Don't worry we're not going to the border. I was just thinking that Will might want to see his parents and I hear Buffalo is nice this time of year."
Scully stared at him for a moment as if trying to decipher whether he was joking or not. "You found him?"
"Hey I still have some contacts," was his lighthearted reply, not quite willing to have the 'I see dead people' conversation yet. They had enough to worry about at the moment.
"So what's your plan? We're just going to ring the doorbell and say 'Hi we're William's really parents. You must be the people who have our baby boy now. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you mind if we come in'?"
Mulder just smiled at her and said, "Go with it Scully."
When they pulled up in front of the house they could both tell that something was wrong. The house looked peaceful enough but there was an almost eerie calm that was settled over the place. They walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. They waited several minutes but nothing happened. Mulder turned the doorknob and it opened easily. Scully was about to warn him that they couldn't go inside without probable cause, old habits die hard.
They both drew their guns, not knowing whether they would help or not, and walked inside. They didn't find anything that looked out of the ordinary until they reached the nursery. Everything was turned upside-down, like there had been a big struggle.
Everything, that is, except the crib. Scully ran over to it and there sleeping like he didn't have a care in the world was William. As soon as Scully reached the crib his eyes popped open and he broke out into his toothless baby grin. "Mama," he stated simply but this was almost too much.
Scully lifted him carefully out of his crib carefully, as though she was afraid he might break. Mulder walked over to them and embraced them both. It was the first time they had been all together in far too long.
In the mist of their reunion both had failed to notice the figure hiding in the corner of the room.
"I see you found him." They turned around and standing there was Jeffery Spender. "I wasn't sure you were coming so I stayed behind to make sure he turned out alright."
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances and then Scully asked the obvious question, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard a... rumor... that they were going to come after him again. I was too late to save the couple but they put up a good fight so it took awhile for them to actually reach William."
"How did you stop them then?"
Spender held up a piece of rock that looked like the magnetite from the quarry. "Handy stuff don't you think?" He didn't wait for them to answer however. "You three should probably get out of here before the police arrive. When they came for him they weren't very quiet and unless all of the neighbors are deaf they should be here soon."
Not knowing what else to do they started to leave, as they past Spender Mulder stuck out his hand and shook Spender's, Scully gave him a small smile, and Will gurgled. They grabbed some of Will's things, not knowing when they would be able to stop for supplies, and left.
Due to the motion of the car Will fell asleep very quickly under the watchful eyes of his parents. He was back where he was supposed to be. They all were.