TITLE: GETTING BACK 
 
AUTHOR: Lakota (CorrineLS@socal.rr.com) 
 
RATING: NC17 -- for adult content and for MT. Although, I 
personally think this story is more of a PG13, there 
are plenty of sections that have a definite NC17 taste 
 
CATEGORY: V, R, MT, MSR, Mulder Angst, Scully Angst 
 
SPOILERS: Requiem, and bits of pieces of other episodes 
 
KEYWORDS: Mulder POV, Mulder/Scully romance 
 
SUMMARY: A new life grows with every passing day that Mulder 
remains missing. He must survive against an evil race 
that seeks to destroy him, the fragile cord of love and 
memory his only shield, learning to trust an unexpected 
friendly hand along the way. 
 
ARCHIVE: Yes to auto-archives. Others simply please email me 
your URL and keep headers attached-thanks! 
 
DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, A.D. Skinner and the Lone 
Gunmen are sole property of Chris Carter and 1013 
Productions. I am merely borrowing them for this story 
but I warn you Mr. Carter, you better start reading 
fanfics, because the writers of these stories will 
definitely bring your ratings up. 
 
NOTES: When I first started writing this story, two weeks had 
passed since Requiem had been aired. I had read a lot of Post- 
Requiems fanfics, but none had been from Mulder's POV--all of them 
from Scully's POV. I thought I'd take a stab at it. It has been a 
huge challenge for me writing in Muder's POV, because without 
realizing it, I'd slip into writing in the 3rd person so it was a 
constant battle for me to keep my tenses straight, especially for my 
beta reader. Because it took me so long to finish, a lot of Post- 
Requiem stories were written, that now I'm afraid this one won't be 
given a chance. 
 
To better depict this story, I bought 5 books--all on Alien 
Abductions. They explained the layout of the space crafts, 
and through hypnosis, the experiences of the tests that were done to 
abductees. I also sat and watched video after video--the 'tests' 
that I had Mulder go through, were not just my excuse to...ah...get 
him disrobed, or put him through embarrassing tests, but these tests 
have been documented in the books I read. Warning, some of the 
tests they do on him might be a bit squeamish for some readers, 
which is why the MT is up there in the headers. 
 
One important note: I hope that readers don't think that my focus 
was on the tests, but the constant battle he had within himself to 
be strong during his absence. It's a story about the endurance of 
hardship, discovering new ties of friendship, as well as the age-old 
bond of love becoming a source of strength. 
 
DEDICATION: I can't express enough how much I want to thank my 
good friends that helped me every step of the way. I don't want to 
miss anyone, so probably it would be best not to mention anyone, 
'you know who you are'. There are two very special people 
that I do want to thank openly. Triton, for being my beta reader 
for a long time. She is tough, and sometimes, I almost wanted to 
quit, but she kept on pushing and after I would get my section back, 
I'd realize what she meant and what she wanted me to portray. 
Especially the 'sex' part. I had never written a 'sex' section and 
I didn't want it to just be smut, but to be loving. I hope I did my 
job on that section - again thanks to Triton. 
 
And Hiding in the Light, my late night phunny phile companion. Even 
with three hours ahead of me, she would stay up countless days until 
3:00 in the morning her time, exchanging ideas with me and giving me 
encouragement. To pass the time away, we'd collage and download 
songs on Napstar, but then we'd push each other to get back to the 
work at hand - our stories. We would have our hourly fanfic writing 
sessions and then trade the stories to critique each other. It was 
bittersweet for both of us when we finished our stories weeks from 
each other. I thank both of these philers for never giving up on 
me. 
 
And now...the story picks up at the end of Requiem... 
 
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GETTING BACK 
 
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I know what I have to do--I know I must take Scully's place. 
 
We're getting closer to our designated destination--a destination 
that feels oddly predestined for me. A.D. Skinner is driving, 
taking the curves of the mountainside carefully, almost too 
cautiously. I wonder if he's stalling for time, hesitating because 
he feels the unknown pressing against him like a dead weight, a 
dangerous weight. 
 
The car slows amongst the thick black of the Oregon forest, trees 
swaying from the wind just beyond our headlights. Damp earth floods 
through my nostrils as I step out of the car, hearing the crunch of 
gravel under Skinner's heavy frame as he makes his way to the trunk, 
his response automatic to get the job completed as quickly as 
possible. 
 
I clench my fist around the door handle of the car. They will never 
take her again. 
 
I join Skinner at the trunk of the car, a dim circle from the trunk 
light shining off of his bald head as his muscled arms pulled items 
from the tiny pit. His glance is almost one of suspicion as I 
retrieve my backpack and throw it over my right shoulder, my eyes 
turning away, keeping my secret knowledge hidden. 
 
"This is starting to feel like the snipe hunt I was afraid of." 
Skinner says nervously, still scanning the area as he closes the 
trunk. 
 
"There is no such thing as a snipe, sir." I answer. 
 
"You know my ass is on the line too, Agent Mulder" 
 
"I know that." I tell him, my face unable to hide my fear. 
 
We begin our hike through the dense Oregon growth, traveling across 
steep inclines of rock before reaching the end of the line. I 
bend down, placing the flashlight on the ground as I attempt to work 
the gadget the Lone Gunmen had given me. Red lines of light strobe 
across the black night, my eyes straining to read the numbers the 
machine was spitting out to me. As I'm bending, I can feel Scully's 
necklace dangling from around my neck, a reminder of the partnership 
that started seven years ago; a partnership that quickly turned into 
a friendship that could never be breached from any angle. I think 
we stubbornly did our best to keep the friendship just that--a 
friendship. But something happened to us about 2 months ago, an 
incident that took us even further past that solid bond, into a 
realm that far surpassed anything on this earth. It was a move that 
both of us tried desperately not to cross, but it was inevitable. 
The weekend had begun with crop circles, but held a surprise ending 
that I would have never guessed. 
 
+++ 
 
I'm walking slowly toward the end of the red beams, my mind still on 
Scully and the important step we took. I think if we had planned 
It--it would never have happened. Fate? What is fate, but a power 
that predetermines events? Is this why she accidentally came across 
her old love, Daniel Waterston. My heart had ached as I had nuzzled 
close to her on my couch while she explained what had happened 
during my two-day absence. She told me that she had once considered 
spending her whole life with that man, but then spoke of the things 
she would have missed if she had. What if there was only one choice 
and all the other choices were wrong? Signs, she said, that we 
needed to heed to. 
 
I stopped for a short while, picking up Scully's cross, holding it 
between my fingers, my mind, again going back to that night. 
 
'Mmm--And all the...choices would then lead to this very moment. One 
wrong turn, and...we wouldn't be sitting here together. Well, that 
says a lot. That says a lot, a lot, a lot. That's probably more than 
we should be getting into at this late hour' I tell her, but I 
turn around and she's fallen asleep against my shoulder. I brush a 
strand of hair out of her face, then admire her beautiful face. I 
pull my Indian throw-blanket over her and carefully tuck it around 
her. 
 
My chivalry was obviously on vacation, leaving her upright on the 
couch, instead of waking her; letting her sleep on my bed and me 
taking the couch. I head toward my bedroom, and start taking off my 
shoes, socks and shirt, but something stops me. 
 
I need her. 
 
I walk back into the living room and take her hand. She slowly 
opens her eyes, confused. 
 
"I'm sorry, Mulder, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I think I better 
go home--it's been a long day; in fact long two days." 
 
"Come with me, Scully," I whisper, caressing the back of her hand 
with my fingers. 
 
Confused, she stands up, trying to look for her shoes and keys. 
 
"Come, Scully." I gently pull her and she follows. I lead her to my 
bed and motion her to lie down, but she refuses. Her tired eyes 
question me. "Don't go home, stay here," I request quietly. I watch 
mesmerized as her eyes reflect her thought processes; the decisions, 
the conclusions. 
 
"I'll stay here, Mulder, but only if you stay here with me," she 
mumbles. 
 
+++ 
 
I am brought to reality from my reverie when I come up against a 
circle of light. I become almost motionless, and I think I hear 
Skinner in the background calling my name. I see the circle of 
light and the abductees, Theresa Hoese, Billy Miles, and Deputy Ray 
Hoese. 
 
I hesitate for a moment. I am scared, for the first time in my life 
I am really scared. Not so much for my own life, but for what I'm 
leaving behind-Scully, I hope you understand, this is for you. I 
look to my right and I see the Alien Bounty Hunter. I don't 
know if I'm afraid, or if I look at him with the knowledge that I 
need to be here for whatever reason. Fate? I ask myself again. Is 
this the fate I am to follow? 
 
The light gets brighter, almost unbearable to see. I can hear 
Skinner; almost a distorted voice in the background. I hesitate for 
a second, warning myself to back away, now, go back to Scully. But 
I know the consequences; if it's not me, it will be her. 
 
I look up. 
 
The group starts walking into the craft, leaving me last in line. I 
feel a slight touch on my back and I am startled. I look and see 
that it's Teresa smiling at me. 
 
"We'll take care of you. Don't be afraid," she whispers. As a 
group, we advance toward the light. We walk in what I assume is the 
spacecraft. A long hallway is before me and small chambers are all 
around me. Teresa stays close to me, her hand reaching for mine, 
as she tries to make me feel safe. I feel perspiration drenching my 
clothes. I quickly think of all the space movies I have seen as a 
child and think that I'm going to be drifting at the non-gravity in 
the craft, but this isn't happening. 
 
A figure approaches me, a gray, what we know them to be. He or she 
is short; probably Scully's height. 
 
Scully! I quickly think of her and a stabbing pain rips through in 
my heart. I'm sure I am paralyzed with fear as this long-fingered 
creature takes my free hand and directs me away from Teresa. I 
panic as I try to turn back to a familiar face, but she smiles and 
mouths that I will be okay. I try to believe her--she must know, 
she's been abducted many times before. 
 
I try to make out the creature's gender, but I can't. It's wearing 
clothes of a metallic color, a one-piece garb that covers its feet 
up to its neck. I almost can't tell where the suit ends and where 
its skin begins. Its elliptical-eyes are misproportioned to its 
face, big and coal black. A small slit where its mouth should be. 
It walks me to a pair of closed doors, and places it's elongated 
hand on the side of the wall. Its prints must activate the 
mechanism that opens the doors, which separate in the middle. It 
gestures me into the room. 
 
The room is white in color, furnished with only utilitarian 
furniture. The creature moves to the side of a bed that appears to 
be a hospital bed. It frightens me when I see the restraints and 
the stirrups at the end. The creature leans toward a plain 
nightstand. It opens it up and removes a green cloth gown, which it 
offers to me. I almost have to laugh--I'm in a spaceship with 
aliens, from who knows where, and they use the same gowns. The 
smile in my face quickly fades when I hear the gray talk to me. I 
don't see its mouth move, but I hear it in my mind. 
 
"My name is Omra; you are assigned to me during your stay. You will 
do as I say at all times. You will stay in this chamber and will 
not leave unless I am with you. You are here for observation and 
many tests are to be completed. If you cooperate, the time will 
not be as long. If you do not cooperate, consequences will occur." 
A slow monotone of words, smooth but without depth, rung in my mind. 
 
What kind of tests?" I ask nervously, "It's not like you haven't 
tested humans in all the years of our existence." 
 
"We come to your world to study. We have realized that each of you 
are very different." He communicates with me, telepathically. 
"You are a special specimen that we have been trying to test for 
many years--you were promised to us many times, but someone 
always protects you. You are not protected any longer. Now take 
off all your garments and put this on. This will be what you will 
be wearing during your confinement." 
 
"Could I have some privacy?" I ask the creature. 
 
"There will not be any privacy for you--you will be monitored at all 
times." The gray stands by me, watching my every movement. I had 
no choice but to do as I was told, taking each piece of clothing 
off. I slip the gown over my head, thanking that my bare-ass 
was not going to be exposed for the duration of my stay. 
 
"The chain comes off too," Omra says, pointing to Scully's cross. 
 
"No, please...I promise, I will do anything and everything you say, 
but please, I need the cross to stay with me." I plead. 
 
The alien walks toward me, picking up the cross with one of its 
long-clawed fingers. "This is from the one you left behind. We 
know of her. It will be permitted. But...one disobedience and the 
chain is removed." 
 
I nod my head in compliance, gathering my clothes and turn toward to 
the nightstand. I feel the clawed fingers stop me, "No, these are 
not to stay here." 
 
"Sustenance will be given three times a day as we realize that is 
what humans need to do to keep nourished. Lavatory facilities are 
behind here," the gray instructed, pointing to a curtained area in 
the corner of the small room. Omra walks to the curtain, pulling 
it open, exposing a toilet, sink and showerhead that were thronged 
together in the tiny confines of the corner of the room. Even the 
rod that held the curtain barely reached my chest--there would be no 
privacy for me. 
 
I wrap my arms around my body, not really from the cold, but as a 
result from the sudden knot I feel in my stomach. The emotions 
rushing through my consciousness has suddenly become my focus, the 
wonder and awe of where I now am has started to dissipate. I now 
feel the loss of Scully quite painfully, and the fear of the 
unknown, of the tests and what might possibly happening to me, were 
foremost in my mind. 
 
"The temperature will be regulated according to the testing that 
will happen. It is at a comfortable degree right now; you should 
not be cold." These words echoed in my mind, as I turn back to 
Omra. 
 
"I'm not cold," I reply, then ask. "How is it that you know our 
language?" 
 
"We know all the languages of your world. Now, it is time for 
nourishment--follow me." 
 
Omra places its hand once again on the mechanism, waiting for the 
doors to open. "Proceed," it motions, indicating to me to walk 
ahead of it. 
 
The doors simultaneously open one by one from each chamber, and each 
human appears one at a time to move down the hallway. I look 
around, trying to locate a familiar face, catching a glimpse of 
Teresa approaching me. 
 
"I see you get to wear the latest in gown--wear as I do," I quip, 
trying to lighten the moment. 
 
"His and hers gown," she replies, grinning ruefully up at me. 
 
I feel a strong nudge on my back from Teresa's gray. "We aren't 
suppose to talk right now." Teresa whispers to me, reading her 
guide's mind. 
 
"Why can't I hear him?" I ask her quietly. 
 
"We can only hear our own gray's, now hush, or we'll be 
disciplined." 
 
We are taken to the eating area; which is a colander-like structure 
in the center of the ship where human's congregate during meal 
times. If I were to guess what I had just consumed, I know I would 
probably get sick, but figuring that it was either starve or eat 
it, I chose the later. After our meal, we were led to a sitting 
area where the group was able to talk freely to each other. 
 
"What do they have in store for us?" I ask Teresa, looking around at 
the others as they pace the floors. 
 
"Mr. Mulder," she starts to say. 
 
"Please, Mulder--just Mulder." 
 
"Mulder, you learn to wish for these short moments of human contact 
that they allow. Cherish every moment, because...because there are 
times that you'll wish that they take your life," she whispers. 
"They'll give us, what we think, is about 10 minutes, three times 
a day, right after our meals. Mulder, eat all your food, don't 
waste it, because you won't get anything else. Sleep when they tell 
you to sleep, just try to follow their rules. Please...I beg you," 
Teresa frantically tells me, her eyes pleading with me. 
 
"That is a tall order for me," I smile, knowing that I am not one to 
follow the book. 
 
Two grays that were taller in stature appear at the door. From the 
attire they were wearing, it appeared to me that they might be a 
form of military police. I look around noticing all the humans 
standing up at their presence. I had no choice but to follow suit. 
 
"Be strong, Mr. Mulder, be strong," Teresa mumbles, in fear that she 
would be heard. 
 
The group walks back to their perspective chambers, not one looking 
back, each one knowing their orders. I take a step in my quarters, 
then turn to face Omra. "I have insomnia, is there a television I 
can watch. There are great outer space movies from the 50's that 
are shown late at night." 
 
"There will be tests before your morning sustenance. It is best that 
you retire at once." The gray presses a button from a panel in the 
wall, turning off the lights. A dismal blackness fills the room. 
 
"Omra, is it possible for me to take a shower and get ready for bed 
before you turn off the lights?" I ask. 
 
"That is not permitted at this time, it is time to slumber," the 
gray directs. There was a short silence, then the light came back 
on, and "...as you are not one to follow orders I will give you a 
short time to do as you need, then I will be back to turn off the 
light." 
 
I was thankful that my 'alien' seemed to have a heart, or whatever 
it had, it seemed to know that he was of no threat. I knew I 
couldn't over step my bounds, one wrong move and I knew that Omra 
would not be willing to give in to some of my requests, like 
keeping my cross around my neck. 
 
I wanted to take a shower, I needed to feel the water-maybe that 
would help me sleep. I pull my hospital gown over my head, 
dropping it to the bed, then entered the makeshift bathroom. I 
searched and chuckled ruefully as a stream of water poured out 'Heat 
sensitive,' I thought. 'I should have brought my toiletries.' 
 
The water was actually pleasant. As I stood under it, rubbing my 
hands on my face, I close my eyes for a second, a vision of Scully 
popping in my mind. I had not thought of her in a couple of hours. 
'Scully, better me then you,' I voiced out loud, 'I lost you once 
to them, I will not lose you again' 
 
I step away from the showerhead, stopping the flow of water. I look 
back grinning, "How cool is that?" 
 
I open a small cabinet to find a towel, and even a toothbrush and 
toothpaste. 'Ah, all the necessities of home.' I hang the towel on 
the rack and walk to the bed, slipping the gown back on, then crawl 
under the thin blanket. The room was so quiet, not a sound 
anywhere, dead silence, only my breathing to keep me company. The 
door opened, Omra steps in and without a word, turns off the light, 
then walks out. 
 
I toss and turn, trying to get comfortable, my mind continuously 
on Scully. I hold the cross between my fingers, the only connection 
to her that I may have of her left.
"Stay with me, Mulder," she murmurs, moving closer to him. 
 
Being so close to her brings forward a feeling that he seems to have 
always tried to suppress. The atmosphere of his room is not helping 
his feelings either--the darkened room, her sweet smell of vanilla 
filling his senses, the brush of her skin barely touching his. 
 
"Are you sure now is the best time for this, Scully? We are both so 
tired." Mulder asks quietly, cupping her face with his hands. Her 
flushed face radiates warmth to his touch. Her sky-blue eyes focus 
with such brightness that it stops his breath. Her smile is soft, 
so dissimilar to what he is accustomed to. She raises her hand and 
gently caresses his cheek with the back of her fingers. 
 
Transferring her gaze to his hazel eyes, she lets one of her fingers 
slide to his lips, pressing it gently along the lower edge, 
seemingly oblivious to the effect it has on him. 
 
The feather touch on his lips brings a surge of heat through his 
veins; a sultriness that he swears is pumping all the way up to his 
heart. 
 
"Mulder, why do you think we were brought together?" 
 
"To debunk my work," he answers as a matter of fact, "Are you still 
with that fate stuff" he responds, grabbing her hand and sliding it 
down to his bare chest. 
 
"Mulder, what do you feel about me?" she asks quietly with a shyness 
in her voice. 
 
"What do I feel about you? Now that's a loaded question," he muses. 
 
"Can't you be serious for just a minute?" she asks, her 
disappointment clear from his response. She detaches his hold, 
dropping her hands down to her side. 
 
He senses the instant separation and knows that maybe it's time to 
tell her the way he really feels--no hallways, no bees, just a 
moment of truth. He moves his hands again to her, but feels 
tightness, almost coldness in her rigid stance, but he ignores the 
refusal and takes her hands in his. After a few seconds, he 
lets go of her right hand, moving his up to her hair, pushing the 
strands behind her ear. He bends down, feeling a vice-grip on his 
other hand. He knows it's just a reaction of her a 'not knowing' his 
intentions, but he ignores the hold, and moves his mouth closely to 
her ears, so close that his warm breath brushes against her ear, and 
he delights in the sensation of feeling a shiver radiate across her 
body. 
 
"You are the air that I breathe," Mulder whispers into her hair. 
"You are in my consciousness and unconscious mind every minute of 
the day. My life has been a series of footnotes--the constant need 
for approval from my dad, the distant feeling I've had with my 
mother, and the obsession that dominated my whole existence in 
finding Samantha. But you, Scully, you have shown me what they 
never did--approval, trust in my quest and unconditional love. My 
mother may have conceived me, Scully, but I didn't start living 
until I met you." He lifts his head slightly, his eyes reflecting 
the years of anguish. "I told you once I loved you and you gaffed 
it off as some induced result of the drugs they were pumping into 
me. I was lucid then, as I am completely sane right now. I can't 
live without you, I won't let anyone harm you, I lo..." She quickly 
covers his lips with her fingers, stopping the words he had hoped 
she wanted so desperately to hear. 
 
Scully steps back, releasing herself from their embrace. A 
reluctant feeling overwhelms him is felt as he turns away, 
embarrassed and confused. A fear engulfs him, as he wonders if his 
feelings are his alone. She looks up and captures his hands in 
hers, squeezing it tightly as she leads him to the bed. She sits, 
and pulls on his arm to indicate his next move. As he lounges down 
besides her, sitting close enough that their knees are touching, she 
continues to hold his hand, entwining her fingers through his. Her 
head is downcast, her soft hair swaying gently across her forehead, 
hiding her eyes from him. 
 
"Why won't you let me say those words to you?" Mulder's voice 
trembles. 
 
"The other morning, when I went to the office and heard you ramble 
on about the crop circles, I didn't want any part of it, Mulder. I 
just wanted out." She looks up at him defiantly, her eyes ablaze 
with emotions. " I wanted to do something other then run after your 
cock-eyed beliefs. I saw the expression on your face and I felt 
that I hurt you-but at that time, I didn't care. When I went to the 
hospital and was given Daniel's chart by mistake, I thought that 
was fate. I was meant to bump into him. All the years that you and 
I worked together, in that recess of my mind, I always wondered 
about Daniel. I would look at you and I had feelings for you; 
actually very strong feelings, but then my mind would think of him. 
I guess the thought of; what if? When I saw him and he acted like 
nothing had changed. I was his young thing, maybe even his prize, I 
don't know. He told me he left his family because of me. At 
that time I came to the conclusion that he was using me as an excuse 
to escape a life that he didn't particularly like. At that point, 
Mulder, I realized that I had left him a long time ago. That was my 
past and you have been my life for the last 7 years." Scully smiles 
at him then, a wonderful, beautiful, loving smile. 
 
Mulder moves closer, and lowers his voice as his forehead touches 
hers. "Scully, what is the reason you think that we've never 
crossed that line? Is it the fear of losing the friendship we 
have?" he asks. 
 
"I don't know." she murmurs. 
 
"I still remember the drive to Area 51, you were in one of those 
moods," he grins, "shall I quote the words you said?" 
 
She glances at him, biting the inside of her mouth, shaking her head 
in amazement at another example of his eidetic memory. 
 
"Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? Settle 
down and live something approaching a normal life?" Mulder 
paraphrases. 
 
"And what did you answer me, Mulder, and I quote, 'this isn't 
normal?'" 
 
"I may not be able to promise you a white-picket fence, but I can 
stop the car, Scully. As for settling down and living somewhat of a 
normal life, do you seriously think that you can live a normal 
life?" He asks. Before getting an answer, he continues "What we 
have is more then friendship. A bond that can only get stronger, in 
partnership, in friendship, and yes Scully, even in love." 
 
Mulder stands up from the bed, walking toward the door, "I better 
let you go to bed." 
 
She rises quickly and catches his hand before he moves too far away 
and stands between the door and Mulder, looking up at his saddened 
hazel eyes. 
 
"I will ask you again, stay with me," she whispers. "Come here," 
she instructs, grabbing the waistband of his pants. 
 
He stops close to her, almost with a hesitation, knowing in his 
heart that if he approaches her, there will be no stopping. 
 
She raises her hand to his right cheek, "Have I ever told you how 
much I love your mole?" 
 
"No," he smiles, "how much do you love it?" he asks, leaning toward 
her. He splays his fingers through her hair, holding tightly as he 
brings her close to him. He gently touches his lips with hers, a 
gentle kiss, a teasing kiss. He outlines her lips with his tongue, 
delicately, then softly stops for her approval, still indecisive. 
 
"Mulder, is there any bees in your apartment?" she says with a sharp 
intake of breath. 
 
"Shh," He turns her head to the side, his kisses continue from her 
lips to her cheek, feathery kisses barely touching her skin, 
reaching her earlobe, taking a gentle tug. He follows his trail of 
kisses back the same path, moving her head gently facing him until 
he delicately kisses each eyelid. He then tilts her head one more 
time to expose her pale soft skin, his moist lips nibbling her neck. 
 
"Are you going to give me a hickey?" Scully asks, deeply with 
arousal. 
 
"Shhh," he repeats one more time. 
 
"Oh, Mulder!" She cries, as tears of joy form in her eyes; her arms 
now snake around his neck as she returns the kisses to him. It is 
his turn to receive the light kisses, the teasing kisses, the gentle 
kisses all over his face and his neck until they meet lip to lip, 
warm tongues collide, explore and taste, teeth clink together, nip 
and bite gently. 
 
As his arms caress down her body, he takes a hold of the hem of her 
blouse then hesitates momentarily, searching her eyes, recognizing 
the arousal he sees there, the acceptance that they are about to 
proceed to a newer, more intimate level in their partnership. She 
gives him that smile that only Scully can give him, then raises her 
arms to assist him. 
 
Mulder lowers his hand seductively from her neck to her breast, 
finding the clasp to her bra, located in the front, and unsnaps the 
clip. Scully closes her eyes, throwing her head back, her breathing 
deep with desire; his hands move to her breasts, cupping them, 
feeling her nipples harden with excitement, He dips his head down, 
his tongue trailing down her chest. Reaching her nipple he circles, 
his tongue around the areola, grasping gently with his teeth and 
pulling on the swollen nub. The deep throaty sounds coming from 
within, Scully spurs him on and he closes his mouth around her 
nipple. Her moaning of sheer pleasure is sending him to complete 
ecstasy as well. 
 
Freeing herself from his embrace, she steps back for a second to 
look up at him with an intense focus before she places her hands on 
his chest, feeling his damp chest shimmering in a coat of 
perspiration. With a smile, she looks down, and using her fingertip 
very softly starts to outline the bulge that is pressing against his 
jeans. Finding the tip of his swollen penis, she moves her 
finger in a circular motion. Then with an open hand she starts to 
rub over the fabric, feeling the throbbing against her hand. 
 
"Scully, if...if...you keep doing that...our seven years of waiting 
will end this very second." He says, his chest rising and falling 
with the sound of his heated breath. She does one last seductive 
outline and reaches for the snaps of his jeans. With each unsnapping 
of his pants, she lightly gives him a kiss. 
Snap...kiss...snap...kiss until she gets to the last one. 
 
"Now, my long-standing curiosity will be satisfied." She teases, 
repeating the lines she had said years before during the Peacock 
case. She gradually slides in her warm hand, burrowing it beneath 
the waistband of his boxers. She still keeps on teasing by not 
touching what he wants so badly, and moves her hand along the side 
of his groin, through his crankily pubic hair, tracing around the 
base of his sensitive genitals. With one swift move, she grabs him, 
holding him tightly, feeling the heated pulsation in her hand. 
 
The sudden feel of her hand on his penis startles him aback for a 
second. He slumps into the crook of her neck, as her moans become 
fire to his ears. He wraps his arms around her, cupping her 
backside through her clothing, squeezing the firm cheeks of her 
buttocks with every manipulation she does on his groin. 
 
She lets go of him, sliding her hand across to his hip, 
simultaneously slipping her other hand inside his boxers, then 
sensually starts rubbing his bare hips, gently lowering his jeans 
and boxers down to his thighs. 
 
The thought of his nakedness against her engorges his penis to the 
point of almost becoming painful. He holds her even tighter as he 
then continues to nibble the curve of her neck, reaching her 
shoulders. Her head is tilted to the side, giving him encouragement 
to continue his path. Their muffled groans are echoing against each 
other, hot breath dancing across tingling skin, wet lips sucking on 
any available surface. His heart is beating so fast that it feels 
like a cage full of doves are beating their delicate wings within 
his ribcage. 
 
With one foot, he frantically tugs at his other pant legs, trying to 
lower them before he loses balance, until the jeans finally fall to 
the floor. Without missing a beat, he steps out of them 
simultaneously pressing at the same time; he keeps his gentle 
feather kisses down her chest. It's his turn to torture her, 
slipping his hands across her silky belly and into her underwear, 
tickling across her pubic hair, reaching lower into the wet folds 
below and rubbing firmly from clit to vagina. 
 
The sensations of Scully, thrusting into his hand, liquid heat 
pooling across his skin, her moans vibrating in his ears, her hands 
pulling at his hair and scraping across his back, and the delicious 
smell of her wafting around him suddenly becomes too much and he 
just wants to be within her, around her, above her and all over her. 
His hands move to her backside, lowering her pants and underwear. 
 
He stoops down, his arms wrap around her; he lifts her up and 
presses her against the wall. She swaddles her legs around his 
waist, her arms embracing him around his neck, her naked and heated 
breasts pressing into his chest. 
 
Holding on to her tightly, pinned against the wall, he slowly starts 
pumping, up and down, lifting her small body just high enough to let 
the tip of his penis tease her opening, then bringing her back down. 
Her breathing against is ears is intensifying with every thrust as 
she whispers words that only lovers say in the throes of passion. 
 
"Deeper, Mulder, harder, faster." She moans to him. 
 
Their thrusting becomes a unison, two bodies tightly held to make 
one. 
 
"Sc...Scully...I...I...can't ho...ld on!" Mulder's voice forces out 
with his final thrust, as his seed fills her cavity filled with her 
own juices, as she orgasms at the same time. 
 
Both drenched in sweat they stay wrapped in each other's arms for a 
couple of seconds, enjoying their orgasm. 
 
"Scully, let's go to bed." Mulder whispers to her, carrying her 
gently, her legs still wrapped around his hips. He lowers her 
softly on the bed then climbs in next to her, holding her close to 
him, both content in enjoying the sensations of the new intimate 
stage of their relationship.
My eyes flutter as I try to open them, but the bright lights of the 
room force my lids to stay close. I lay quietly, still immersed in 
the sensations the dream has left behind. Only, it wasn't a dream, 
but a vivid memory of the night when Scully and I had consummated 
our love. If I were to spend the rest of whatever life I had left 
alone and without ever seeing Scully again, I at least would know 
that we were able to finally pass the barrier we had built so many 
years before. 
 
Still having Scully and the images of that night on my mind, still 
feeling the sticky sensation of her soft warm skin moving against 
me, still visualizing the smile that had bloomed across her lips as 
she had come, I reach my hand down to feel my morning erection. A 
smile appears on my face, feeling the reaction of my groin at the 
mere thought of Scully, when I realize that I am nude. My eyes bolt 
open to see Omra standing next to me, watching my every movement. 
 
"Where are my clothes?" I ask nervously, my eyes skittering around 
the room. 
 
"You will not need your clothes. You were told already--there would 
be tests. We start today," Omra instructed, its voice now audible 
to my ears. 
 
"I can hear you" I remarked, confused. 
 
"We can make ourselves heard, if we choose." Omra stated, then 
continued. "The tests will not be comfortable to you, but they must 
be done." 
 
"Why must they be done?" I interrupted. 
 
"As I said before, we have sought you for a long time. You are a 
rare individual with knowledge and biological markers that most 
humans do not have. Do not be afraid. I will always be by your 
side. Cooperate and you will get back to the one you left behind. 
You have much feelings for that one." Omra communicated to me. 
 
"How do you know about her? She was abducted six years ago. Were 
you involved with that too?" Mulder asked, impatiently. 
 
"Testing was done on her as well." 
 
"You took her ovum. You took away any chance of her having any 
children," my voice angers. 
 
"You need not worry about her. You have great feelings for her- 
feelings that we still do not comprehend. I have been here with you 
through your slumber and know what was in your thought process. You 
have very strong feelings for her," Omra continues. 
 
"How do you know?" I say through clenched teeth. 
 
"I can read your mind. I know your thoughts and it is not hard to 
see the reaction of your sexual organs." I flush at these words. 
"You need not worry about her. She is safe now. It has been months 
now that she can reproduce. She will wait for you." With its 
last words, Omra retrieves the thin blanket from the chair and 
covers me. 
 
"What?" I nearly shout at the gray's last words. "I don't 
understand?" 
 
The doors open, as the two aliens dressed in military attire 
walked in, pushing a gurney into the room. 
 
I scoot up from the bed on my elbows, but was quickly pushed down 
by the long-fingered hand of Omra. 
 
"Stay still," Omra communicates to me, then turns to the guards, 
bowing its head slightly for them to proceed. 
 
+++ 
 
I can't stop the shaking I feel within me. I have no choice but to 
follow their orders. If I try to get away, where can I possibly go? 
No place to hide, I'm at their mercy. 
 
The taller guard moves the gurney close to the bed that I'm lying on 
and without telling me, I know he wants me to slide on it. I look 
at Omra--don't know why, maybe for permission, maybe it will protect 
me; but it merely gestures to the stretcher. I swing my legs over 
the bed to a sitting position, keeping the blanket over my lap as I 
then move to the gurney. The shorter guard tries to pull the 
blanket away from me but I grab it tightly. I have an intense need 
to protect some part of my dignity. Omra looks at the guard and 
without words, the guard seems to agree to let me keep it. Omra 
and the shorter guard stand on each side, while the taller guard 
starts pushing the gurney. 
 
I'm being pushed through a corridor--I think it has a dome on top. 
I look to my right and see a control panel on the craft. It looks 
like a cockpit on an airplane but more metallic. As I'm being 
pushed, I can see different forms of aliens walking quickly pass me. 
As they proceed, they turn to look at me, their faces emotionless. 
Some are small grays that look like Omra. They have large, pear- 
shaped heads that protrude in the back, long arms with four long 
fingers, a thin torso and gangling long legs. I can't stop looking 
at their eyes, big black eyes which curve upward and are more 
rounded toward the center of the head and pointed at the outer edge. 
The other form of aliens are tall luminous entities that are 
translucent almost having insect-like in appearance. 
 
The walls and ceilings are curved and white. The floor appears 
dark. I see computer-like consoles and other equipment and 
instruments that link the sides of the rooms. Some have balconies 
and various levels of alcoves. We reach the room that must be the 
medical facility. The ambiance is sterile and cold. It is brightly 
lit, with a hazy luminosity from indirect light sources in the 
walls. 
 
What I see next makes my skin crawl. I'm scared and my hands start 
hurting from my clenched fists, holding onto the blanket. The room 
has a sterile feel to it, a medical ominous feel. The floor is jet- 
black and a glass wall with human being suspended, with helmets on 
their heads. Some aliens are sitting behind a control-panel 
alongside each suspended individual, monitoring their vitals signs. 
I can only imagine that I will be next, suspended like they are. 
 
The taller guard pushes the gurney up against a table that is tilted 
to a forty-five-degree angle. He motions to me to move again, to 
get on the table. The fear in my face is obviously noticeable to 
Omra. It leans close to me and I understand it; it communicates 
with me that I will be okay. I sit up and hesitantly move onto the 
flat platform, still attempting to hold onto the blanket, but it is 
taken away from me. I lay on soft textured table that begins to 
move and mold to my bodies contour. Each guard move close to me; 
one walks to the end of the bed, taking a hold of my legs, 
separating them and strapping them into stirrups. The other guard 
takes my arms and straps them down as well. 
 
The guards leave the room, leaving Omra in the room alone with me. 
I look at him, fearful at the unknown. "What are they going to do 
to me?" 
 
"I have told you-tests," it conveys to me. 
 
Two beings walk in, dressed in white and automatically start pulling 
out medal trays filled with instruments. One approaches and sweeps 
it's gaze across me, looking at me from head to toe. I'm 
uncomfortable under his stare, laying naked. He puts his long 
fingers on my neck. I realize at that moment that he is going for my 
cross, Scully's cross. 
 
"Don't touch it," I holler. 
 
I startle him, his huge black eyes glare at me with anger. Omra 
puts a hand over the outstretched hand of the doctor and says 
something to him; the doctor reluctantly backs away. 
 
I am so scared. At this moment, I feel like a child, waiting for my 
dad to come to my room with a strap. Knowing that I'm going to be 
punished for something I did wrong. 
 
My head is turned to my right and strapped tightly so I can't move. 
I see in the corner of my eye an instrument in the doctor's hand--a 
long thin like wire. It has it in front of me, then he presses onto 
something on the control panel and the tip of the wire expands into 
a circular object. He walks up close to me and I can feel his long 
leathery fingers on my face, holding me down. I feel the coldness 
in the tip of my ear and then feel the excruciating pain. The wire 
is being pushed deeper and deeper in my ear. I can hear myself 
screaming. The tears fill my eyes and my heart is pounding. I try 
to move my hands, to push them away but I can't. I'm strapped down 
and I can't move a muscle. The room starts spinning as my 
equilibrium is off balance. I'm nauseous; I need to throw up. I 
try to hold it but I can't. My body starts convulsing from the 
heaving I'm doing and the pain in my ear. Within a few seconds I 
feel a pop in my ear and then the wire is removed. 
 
"Lie still, the pain will subside." Omra conveys to me. It takes a 
white cloth and starts cleaning the mess that I've done from my 
vomit. I try to steady my breathing, try to loosen my muscles that 
I don't realize are tightly knotted. 
 
"Wha...what...did they put in me?" I gasp. 
 
"You will find out soon enough. Just be still, there is a little 
more testing today and then you will be taken to your room to rest. 
You will have sustenance with the group of humans in the late of the 
day." 
 
They work meticulously, pressing buttons on panels, before 
approaching me again. They undo the strap around my head, then move 
me so I could face forward toward the ceiling, placing the strap 
tightly around my head again. They force me to open my mouth, while 
they insert a steel object in the opening. I'm waiting for them to 
jam it down my throat, but it doesn't happen. I think they are 
inspecting my teeth. I don't know-I have my eyes tightly shut. I 
feel the long fingers on my eyelids, forcing them to open. They are 
now looking in my eyes, then the shorter being has a steel wire and 
moves it close to my nose. 
 
"No, please no, not again, please," I yell, imagining the pain that 
I'm going to receive. I know they are going to shove that up my 
nose. 
 
The taller being stops him, shaking his head. 
 
Omra leans down to me and communicates that they will not do that 
test today, but they will do it at another time. I take another 
breath of air and loosen my body again. 
 
I think that the testing is over when I see both of the beings walk 
to the end of the bed. They press on a button on the panel which 
reclines the bed to a flat position. As they press another button, 
I feel my legs start spreading, the stirrups separating further 
apart. I look at Omra with a fear that I can't even express. 
 
"This will hurt-take short and steady breaths," I understand it to 
say. I grip the end of the bed and clench my teeth. One of the 
beings takes a flexible instrument, probably about 4 feet long with 
a little wire cage at the end, inside of which is a small, spherical 
object. I feel the cold leathery fingers on my rectum, then the 
cold wire enters me, pushing deeper and deeper in me. I am 
screaming, in between the gasps of air I'm trying 
to inhale. 
 
"Stop, it hurts... stop!!!" I'm yelling. I can feel the pain radiate 
from my rectum to the pit of my stomach. The instrument is in me 
for only about two minutes, but the two minutes feel like a 
lifetime. 
 
"Shhh," Omra whispers to me. "The testing is over for today. 
Tomorrow there will be more." 
 
Is this supposed to make me feel better? I feel wetness around my 
rectum, I'm sure I'm bleeding. Omra walks to the end and wipes me 
down. A buzzer is pressed and the two guards walk back in. They do 
not have me move back to the gurney to wheel me back, but raise the 
bed a few inches, while wheels are snapped in place. I am wheeled 
down the hall, back to my room. We pass a small group of people 
that are being escorted to the eating area. Teresa is in the group. 
She turns to me and her eyes fill with tears as she sees 
me naked on the gurney, knowing what just has happened to me. 
 
I'm returned back to my room and watch detachedly as the guards 
start to remove the restraints off, but Omra stops them. It motions 
to them to leave. Omra waits until the door is closed before 
approaching me, and then walks over to me. It starts undoing the 
straps and motioning me to try to sit up. I try but the room starts 
spinning. Whatever they have done to my ear, is playing havoc with 
my equilibrium. The room starts spinning and I feel a queasy 
feeling. I know I'm going to lose whatever is left in my 
stomach. 
 
"I...I'm going to vomit," I warn Omra, trying to cover my mouth. 
 
It helps me sit up but it's too late. I retch all over the bed and 
myself. 
 
"You must take it slow--take moderate intakes of air." It says to 
me, taking me by the arm. I over tower him with my height but Omra 
is so much stronger then me. It leads me to the makeshift bathroom. 
 
"I have to use the toilet," I tell it. "But I'm afraid with that 
thing in me." 
 
"It is secure, it will not harm you. Now you must cleanse 
yourself. I will get you some garments to put on." Omra projects 
to me as it walks out of the bathroom and into the room. 

After going to the bathroom, I step into the stream of water and 
stand there, letting the spray hit my body. I try to exert the 
least amount of movement during my shower, avoiding any sudden 
actions that might bring on any more dizziness. I step out of the 
shower and towel myself down when I feel a cramp on my lower 
stomach, and I bend over in pain. 
 
"You are not feeling well, let me help you dress so you can lay down 
and rest." Omra tells me, taking a hold of my arm and leading me to 
my bed, "Bend down a little so I can put the garment over you." 
 
"This reminds me of when I was five years old, my mom used to dress 
me after my shower just like this," I tell it, lowering my body to 
make it easier for Omra to reach over my head. 
 
Omra stares at me, my vulnerability unmistakable to it. Omra 
quickly turns away; although unable to feel human emotion; there is 
a feeling between us triggered by my last words to it. 
 
Omra finishes dressing me, slipping the hospital gown over my head. 
 
"Omra, did I say anything wrong?" I ask him quietly, lying down on 
my back. Before the being could answer, another sharp pain spreads 
through my stomach, my body immediately convulsing into a fetal 
position. Omra takes the blanket and places it over my body. 
 
"The pain will go away. It is not harming you." 
 
I stare up at my companion as I wait for the cramps to subside, 
"Omra, what did they do to me?" I ask him again, feeling my voice 
quiver, "I seem to be asking you that question a lot." 
 
Omra sits on my bed, next to me; it's long leathery fingers rubbing 
my back. 
 
It was strange. I don't feel any fear from this alien being sitting 
next to me. I should be fearful, on my guard, but my gut instinct 
tells me that even thought Omra is holding something back, this 
being does feel more than an emotional emptiness. On that thought, 
I allow my arm to release its hold on my stomach, slowly stretching 
toward Omra's lap, my fingers coming in contact with leathery soft 
skin. 
 
Omra looks at me, the absence of facial muscles giving me the 
impression that no emotion lies behind the gray skin, but I stare 
into its oblique eyes, reading a sign that was only meant for 
me--empathy. 
 
 
"I have a story to tell you," it conveys to me, blinking slowly 
before continuing, "I gave birth to an offspring just like you many 
epochs ago. What you call years." I raise my head in shock, 
embarrassed at my realization that this gray is female and I've been 
forced to be nude in front of her. 
 
"Do not feel ashamed," Omra projects, "Unclothed humans means 
nothing to us." 
 
"What did you have?" I ask softly. 
 
"A male like you," she communicates, "My planet has sought your 
world for many years. Ours is a dying planet and many of us were 
sent to different worlds to find a better life source for us to 
continue producing. Of the many worlds, we have found that the 
planet Earth has given us the most information. Our main objective 
was to take humans to our planet to procreate our world. Instead we 
took humans during their life years and tested them. We wanted to 
see how the humans lived." 
 
The pain in my stomach seemed to be subsiding so I decide to sit up, 
giving my complete attention to Omra. 
 
"Is the discomfort going away?" she asks. 
 
"A little, yes," I answer, giving her a slight grin, "I can hear you 
again." 
 
"Verbal communication will be easier while I tell you what must be 
told. In what you call the year of 1965, our ship stopped to take a 
small human from its slumber. We were told to take a male, but an 
error was made since there were two children to choose from. We 
took the smaller human instead." Omra explains. 
 
I gently move back against the headboard, a twinge of dizziness 
washing over me. I keep my mouth shut, more interested in what Omra 
is telling me. 
 
"This child was female, a captivating, energetic child. My 
offspring was a couple of years older. My offspring, Boalta, took a 
liking to this child and they would play together as often as they 
could. As the human years passed, we took her many times. 
Boalta and this lovely female were always together. This child 
showed me to...what is the word...feel? As this child grew older 
and learned to communicate with us, she would tell us of her family 
on Earth and her sibling whom she desperately wanted to be with 
again--this sibling that we were originally supposed to have taken." 
 
"How old was this male that was supposed to be taken?" I ask, my 
eyebrows furrowing as I began to understand what I was being told. 
The familiar scenario was too similar for it to be coincidental. 
 
"We believe he was about 4 Earth years when we took the female for 
the first time." She responds, nodding her head to indicate she was 
aware of my suspicions, then continues with her story. "The leaders 
of our world were in communications with the leaders of Earth and 
plans were to take more humans so they would be tested. We took 
this young female many times during her years on Earth. When she 
became 8 years old, it was decided that she stays with us, so we 
could study how a human grows. Boalta was very happy to know that 
this beautiful child would live with us, but her sadness was my 
pain. She was a very important specimen for both planets--she had 
something they were very interested in. My son, you have the same 
biological makeup that she had and that is why for so many years, 
they have been trying to apprehend you. This child with green eyes 
and long brown hair became withdrawn and liquid was always falling 
from her eyes--she called them tears. And those tears were always on 
her eyes. She showed us the word 'love'--a word that we did not 
understand at first. But Boalta and I learned to love her. 
She had much love for her brother. This child was taken from the 
testing area to our ship many times during the last 4 years of her 
human life. At her last visit, she communicated with us that she 
could no longer tolerate the tests. She had not seen her sibling in 
4 years and she ached to see him. She no longer wanted to live in 
either her own planet, or our form of living. One day she vanished. 
We never saw her again. Boalta shed liquid from his eyes--tears. 
Something inside my form hurt, I was confused and did not know what 
I felt. Boalta grew to be a man, a military man and had to travel 
to your planet, but one day he did not return. I lost my Boalta, my 
offspring. I then learned what the child with the green eyes felt; 
a sadness in her being. A sadness that I carry with me through my 
time." 
 
"Omra, what was this child's name?" I ask nervously, knowing the 
answer. 
 
"Fox, you know the name of this child that was ours as well. She was 
your sibling that we shared." Omra said. 
 
"Oh God, oh my God...Samantha, Samantha!!!" I shout, my head 
starting to throb at the vibration of my screams, "You took her 
away from me." I shouted, my voice immediately lowering into a sob 
as Omra reached out to stroke my brow. 
 
"I looked for her all my life." I place my hands over my eyes, my 
cries uncontrollable. "You said that the boy was chosen at 
first, I was to be taken, wasn't I?" 
 
Omra scooted closer to me, "Yes, it was you who we were to take. It 
was planned between our leaders and a man that was in contact with 
us. This man frightened us. He always had a stick of smoke in his 
mouth." Omra said, then added, "When I found out that they had 
located you and their plan of taking you, I asked to be your 
guidance. They do not know yet that you are a sibling of Samantha. 
They must not know. Now for the question you asked. You want to 
know what was done to your body. An object was inserted in your ear 
to test your brainwaves and your thought process. The object that 
was inserted through your cavity is a homing device. When you are 
taken back to your planet, we will know where you are at all times. 
In this manner we will be able to take you when we are in need of 
more tests." 
 
"I'm a lab rat, that's what we've been all these years, a lab rat. 
Samantha, my God, Samantha had to live through these tests..." My 
voice yelling, mixed of anger and despair. 
 
"I will take care of you. I loved your sister, as much as I loved 
Boalta. I cannot stop the tests, but I will be here to hold you, to 
ease your pain." Omra said, taking me in her arms and holding me 
against her small body. At first I hesitated, but then felt a need 
to wrap my arms around this gray, and I sobbed until I felt that I 
couldn't shed another tear. 
 
"Fox, I know more of your life than you know. I know you have love 
for a female you left behind. I know that you thought we were going 
to abduct her and that is why you chose to take her place. I don't 
know how long they plan on keeping you here, but all I ask is that 
you follow orders and I will try my best to have you back with your 
loved one. I will not take you away from her, like we did with your 
sister." 
 
She helped me lay down, placing my head on her lap as she swayed 
slightly back and forth, lulling me to sleep. 
 
++++ 
 
Omra looked down at the young human she was cradling in her arms for 
over an hour. She wondered how he must have felt when he found out 
his sibling was taken from him. Yes--she knew how he felt, for she 
had lost her offspring because of the war between the worlds. It 
started out as a survival tactic for their planet. They needed to 
find a way to continue their race. There were never any feelings 
for these humans until she met this young man's sister. Watching 
him sleep, she remembered watching Samantha sleep when she was in 
charge of her. 'He looks so much like his sister--they must have 
loved each other very much.' He stirred in her arms, then with a 
start, he woke up, his arms flailing, trying to protect himself. 
 
"I...I'm sorry," he whispered, as he realized where he was and who 
was holding him. 
 
"No, you did nothing. I have been watching you slumber in my arms, 
and it made me remember of my offspring and also of your sibling. I 
have made an oath to myself. Fox, what is the word you use in your 
planet, son... Yes, son, I have made a decision. I saw a beautiful 
human lose her battle to live, and I will not see you lose your life 
as well. I have to follow orders and I have to make you follow 
orders as well. You will still have to endure more tests, but I 
promise you, that I will take care of you after the tests. When 
they are ready to let you go; they will leave the homing device in 
you. I will remove the device from your body; they will never find 
you again." She explained, then added, "I am able to go into your 
slumber thoughts, and I know the need and love you have for Dana. 
That is her name?" She communicated, "When they release you, you 
will go to her, I promise, for Boalta's existence, I promise. Now 
it is time to awaken and have some nourishment. It is midday and 
the others will be released to eat and visit. Get up slowly 
to get your balance." she instructed. 
 
++++ 
 
"How will you take the device out of me?" I mumble, trying to get my 
bearings. 
 
"It will not be pleasant. There are two ways--surgery, which I will 
not be able to do, or the same way it entered. But we will worry 
about that later. I cannot remove it now, or they will find out. 
They have you on the monitors already. Right before they release 
you, I will extract it" 
 
That wasn't what I was hoping to hear, but I would have done 
anything to keep Scully and I safe. 
 
I did as I was told and took each step gradually until I got to the 
door, then waited for Omra to put her handprint on the mechanism so 
the door would open. I stumble into the hallway, seeing the doors 
from the chambers open and the rest of the group walks out in 
single file. I looked around trying to find Teresa. I needed to 
find her, my only link with civilization. I felt a slight tap on my 
shoulder, "Teresa," I said enthusiastically as I recognize her. 
 
"How are you feeling?" she asks sorrowfully, her demeanor quiet, her 
face drawn. I could see the sadness on her face, the appearance of 
many sleepless nights. 
 
"Like I've had a roto rooter up my ass," I smirk, "Teresa, how have 
you lived knowing that they know your every move?" 
 
"Violated, raped, a prisoner," she says to me. "Sometimes I try to 
forget, but other..." 
 
I feel a jab on my back as we both turn around to see the guards 
motioning us to be quiet. I know Omra has to keep up the pretenses 
in orders to help me, so I obey their orders and walk in a single 
file line until we reach the eating quarters where they will give us 
our tray of rations 
 
"How is your guard?" I ask her, moving my food around on my plate. 
 
"It's the same one I always get. She is okay. I think she fears 
for her well-being so I'm not given very many privileges. Mulder, I 
think I'm going to be set free in a few days. Maybe they will let 
you go as well?" 
 
"Well, I'm tagged, so I don't see why they won't let me go now. I 
need to get back to Scully," I whisper, taking a hold of the cross 
that is under the neckline of my gown. 
 
Just before our break-time is up, a medical doctor, or what appears 
to be, walks toward Omra and starts talking with her. I could see 
that Omra was trying to argue but as everyone had their level of 
authority, it looked as if Omra was not the authoritative one 
between the two. She walked out of the eating area, taking a quick 
glance back at me. I felt a chill up my spine and another wave of 
fear. If she is taken away from me, I will surely die. I know that 
Omra will watch over me as much as she could. Did they 
somehow find out what we were discussing in my room? 
 
Within a short time, we are instructed to get up and go back to our 
quarters. I get up slowly, placing my hand on the small of Teresa's 
back, a flash of dispirit comes over me, remembering the numerous 
times that I have done this gesture to Scully. 
 
"I hope I see you again. Although, maybe not...because if I do see 
you again, that means we're both still here." I try to make light of 
the situation. 
 
Just as we lave the eating area to go to our respective rooms, I 
lean down and whisper frantically into Teresa's ear, "Teresa, if you 
get sent back before me. Please, can you get in touch with Scully 
and...and give her my love. Tell her that I'm surviving and that we 
will be together, can you do that for me?" I ask tearfully, then 
add, "Teresa, have Scully go to your house when you talk to her. Do 
not go to hers. If you have the device on you, then they will track 
her down. Please, can you do that for me?" 
 
"I promise." She whispers, walking into her chambers. 
 
A different guard walks me back to my room. The alien opens the 
door then motions me to get in. 
 
"Omra, where is Omra?" I ask, nervously walking toward the bed. The 
guard angrily flashes his arm in front of me, motioning me to get on 
the bed. 
 
What am I going to do in this room, day in and day out? Just lay on 
my bed. I will go stir crazy. I need to find out where Omra is; I 
need to know if our conversations had been overheard. If something 
happens to her, it will by my fault. 
 
The hours pass slowly as I try to hold on to every memory, every 
event in my life to help pass the time. It is now late and the guard 
comes back into my room to escort me for my evening meal. I look 
around furiously looking for Teresa, but she does not accompany 
the group. After asking some other people, I find out that Billy 
Miles and Teresa were set free. I am happy that they are no longer 
subjected to the tests, but at the same time I fear for my future. 
I wasn't hungry, I just didn't have the appetite to eat or for that 
matter go on.
It's now been seven days since I've been confined in this room and 
three days since I last saw Omra. My fear is that they had been 
spying on this room all along, listening in on the conversation 
between Omra and I had. Maybe they discovered her feelings toward 
my sister, Samantha, and ultimately me. I knew Omra was treading on 
dangerous ground by promising to break the rules and remove my 
homing device before my release, and I could only wonder what kind 
of punishment awaits her if she was caught. 
 
Looking back on the last week, it felt like an eternity had passed. 
I had started out exercising in my room to help pass the time and 
keep my endurance up, but after these long days of solitude, I 
suddenly can't find the inner will to keep fighting, to go on. The 
most strenuous activity I do is walk to the bathroom to relieve 
myself. I did manage to find a bar of soap in the back of the 
cabinet and scratch a mark for every day that I am confined. There 
are seven scratch marks on the bar of soap, seven days that I have 
managed to survive. 
 
There is no point in shaving and showering. No one here cares what 
I look like or even pays much mind to me. I am taken to the eating 
area three times a day and I fill the plate with whatever gobbly- 
goop they call food. I move the food around the plate with the 
utensil and end up eating nothing, no appetite to spur me on. 
Teresa and Omra both insisted that it was important to eat, yet what 
am I eating for, to be strong for the next excruciating test? 
Seeing Scully any time soon was only a fantasy in this obscure, 
routine world I now exist in. 
 
As each day passes, I only feel more alone than ever. I now believe 
that I will never see her, the light at the end of the tunnel fading 
away, a purgatory that will never end. 
 
+++ 
 
"Agent Scully, it's Teresa Hoese. I need to talk to you." Teresa's 
voice spoke with desperation through the telephone. 
 
"My God, Teresa, where are you? Assistant Director Skinner went to 
your house looking for you, your husband and Billy, but everyone was 
gone," Scully replied anxiously, quickly adding, "Mulder. Have you 
seen Mulder?" 
 
"I can't talk to you over the phone, but it is urgent that we meet. 
For your safety, please come back to Oregon." Teresa spoke in a 
serious tone. 
 
"I'll be on the first plane out." Scully said urgently, immediately 
hanging up with Teresa and dialing Skinner's home number. 
 
Two rings jangled in Scully's ear, a sudden click and a "Skinner" 
stopping her from throwing clothes into her suitcase. 
 
"Sir, I just got a call from Teresa Hoese, she wants to see me as 
soon as possible. I don't want to do this alone, so would you mind 
accompanying me to Oregon?" 
 
"Agent Scully, you know I'm behind you 100% of the way. I'll be 
right there." Skinner answered without a second thought, hanging up 
as he jumped from his chair, heading straight for his empty 
overnight bag, filling it with a couple of changes of clothing. 
 
Ever since Mulder had disappeared, Skinner's guilt was unbearable. 
He had replayed the incident in the Oregon forest over and over in 
his mind, now realizing that all of those years Mulder had thrown 
bizarre case reports on his desk were indeed not as far-fetched 
as he had originally thought. In fact, his keeping a short rein on 
Mulder and the X-Files division had been a huge mistake on his part, 
Mulder had been right, the explanations and theories had been all 
true. 
 
He had not been able to protect his agent, one minute Mulder was 
there, the next minute he had vanished without a trace. Having to 
tell Scully that he had failed her, that her partner was abducted, 
more than likely not even on this earth, was the hardest news he 
ever had to break. Yet, he thought his news was the most difficult, 
but when Scully had confided "I'm pregnant," any stability that he 
was clinging to was immediately diminished. Those words had 
absolutely stunned his senses, knowing for years that there 
had to be something between the two, but their professionalism never 
let it be known. The love and respect they had grown to share only 
made him respect his agents that much more. They had found a 
special level of intimacy, far more than anything he had ever 
shared with another human being, including his wife. They had been 
very good at keeping their secret, he never imagined their 
relationship had been taken to a sexual level. 
 
Skinner had picked Scully up within a half-hour, boarded the plane, 
and settled impatiently for the long trip across the continent. 
 
Walking up Teresa's steps after hours of waiting was a huge relief 
to both of them, Skinner standing back a few steps while Scully 
tapped on the door. 
 
Teresa opened the door, surprised to see that Scully was not alone. 
 
"Teresa, this is Assistant Director Skinner, our boss of many years 
as well as a good friend of Mulder and me." 
 
"Pleased to meet you, come on in," Teresa said cordially, opening 
the door and allowing them to enter her house. "Please, sit down." 
 
Scully and Skinner moved toward the couch. 
 
"Fox is okay," Teresa quickly said, bowing her head and mumbling. 
"At least he was the last I saw him." 
 
"What do you mean by the last time you saw him?" Scully asked 
anxiously. 
 
"Fox was abducted by the same aliens that have been abducting me for 
so many years. I will not lie to you; he has been subjected to 
tests, tests that you only read about in the science fiction books, 
but they are real. I don't know why they are keeping him for so 
long. I thought he would have been released at the same time I was, 
but he was left behind. He wanted me to tell you that he promises 
he will return to you, and that he loves you." Skinner scooted 
closer to Scully, placing a reassuring hand on her back for 
support as her face contorted in pain, fear for Mulder's safety 
evident in her ice-blue eyes. 
 
"What kind of tests?" she asked bitterly, turning to Skinner, "Sir, 
he's never going to be sent home. He's never going to see his..." 
She suddenly stopped, unable to finish her sentence as she caressed 
her stomach. She wouldn't let anyone see her weakness, she 
had to believe and fight for him. She had no idea what she needed to 
do, but something had to be done. She stood up angrily when a wave 
of dizziness hit her, head rolling back, knees buckling underneath 
her. Skinner quickly caught her, bending down to carry her small 
body into his arms. He laid her on the couch while Teresa ran to 
the kitchen for a wet cloth. 
 
"Mr. Skinner, what happened to Agent Scully?" she questioned. 
 
"She hasn't been feeling well." He responded, taking the wash cloth 
from Teresa's hand, gently placing it over Scully's forehead. 
 
Scully's eyes opened slowly, "Must be this high altitude. I'll be 
alright in just a minute." She took a few deep breaths, and tried 
to sit up slowly. 
 
"Is she pregnant?" Teresa asked, surprising them both with her 
question. 
 
"Why do you say that?" Skinner questioned, looking up at Teresa. 
 
"Mr. Skinner, a woman knows when another is pregnant." Teresa 
responded, walking close to the couch, bending down on her knees to 
face Scully. "Are you carrying Agent Mulder's baby?" 
 
Scully looked at Skinner, heavy lines across her face showing many 
sleepless nights of waiting, wondering, hoping. 
 
"Agent Mulder doesn't know of the pregnancy, correct?" Teresa asked, 
helping Scully to sit up on the couch by repositioning a couple of 
throw cushions. 
 
"No, he doesn't. I didn't know myself until the day he...he..." she 
started to say, but the tightness of her throat wouldn't let her. 
 
"No... no, he doesn't know, or he would have mentioned something to 
me." Teresa mumbled, standing up from the kneeling position. "It is 
imperative that he finds out, for his will to survive." 
 
"He won't give up, he's always been strong," Skinner stated. 
 
"You do not understand the tests that have been done to him, and the 
tests that are yet to be done. Not only are they torturous, but 
they take every last bit of dignity that you have away." 
 
"What kind of tests?" Scully reiterated. 
 
"It is of great importance that you keep believing that he will 
return-for the sake of your health and your baby," Teresa said, 
crossing over to the window, pulling the drapes to look outside. 
 
"But how...how will he find out? We don't even know if they plan on 
bringing him back. What if they keep him, what if he's...de...dead 
already," Scully's anger with herself for being weak and her 
fluctuating hormones were already affecting her thoughts. 
 
Teresa turned around facing both agents, "You do believe in God, do 
you not? Pray Agent Scully, pray if you believe, pray that he will 
come back. Now, I think it's better that you go back home and move 
forward, take care of yourself, and have faith that he will return 
to you." she said. 
 
Skinner helped Scully stand up, then escorted her to the door, his 
arm resting gently across her shoulder. 
 
"Thank you for letting us know that he's okay. At least we know 
that he is still alive." Skinner thanked her as he shook her hand. 
 
Teresa opened the door, watching the two agents get in the car. She 
shut the door, then walked over to the window once again, opening 
the drapes. Skinner turned around toward the window, taking one 
last glance to see Teresa, but what he saw gave him chills up his 
spine. It wasn't Teresa's reflection on the window, but the 
reflection of an alien being. 
 
Teresa closed the curtain as her body shape shifted back to Omra, 
"Fox, you are not going to die." She whispered vehemently, "You have 
to live for your offspring. Your offspring will not be fatherless." 
 
+++ 
 
Another day. Another mark. 
 
A gray has been sitting in my room every hour on the hour, guarding 
my every move, my every thought. Besides keeping watch on me, his 
other task is escorting me to the eating area and back. He won't 
communicate, but just sits in a chair watching my every movement. 
Days are starting to blend together, my determination to fight, to 
somehow make it home, is slowly deteriorating. With Omra and Teresa 
being taken from me, I kept eating less to none, forgoing any effort 
to take care of myself in an attempt that I could just make myself 
wither away into nothingness. 
 
+++ 
 
Fourteen days have passed. I'm either going to have to make smaller 
scratches on the bar of soap, or I'll have to get another one. I 
walk out of the bathroom, heading for the familiar bed, when the 
door to the chambers open and two guards walk in. It's the same 
guards that took me to get tested the first day I was here. For a 
second, I think of running back to the bathroom, and bolting the 
door shut, but I laugh at myself because there is no doors, no 
privacy here. My only consolation is that they are not pushing a 
gurney this time. But my theory is quickly dismissed when the 
taller of the two motion me to walk out to the hall. 
 
I am taken through a corridor, down a ramp to a lower level where 
there is a white marble-like platform. There are desks all around 
with computer-like buttons on top of the desks, creatures sitting on 
chairs, working diligently, pressing buttons. We pass that 
room and continue down the hall where there are windows lined on the 
right side. I do a double take as I see children, half-human and 
half-alien, playing. I stop and place my hands on the glass, trying 
to adjust my vision, trying to see if my eyes are deceiving me. 
They are hybrids; the final result of the medical rape that they had 
performed in countless of women on earth. I feel a push on my back 
to continue on, so I do, but not until I look back one last time, my 
eyes full of sadness for the innocent children. 
 
I am taken to another room, where a familiar table is in the middle 
of what appears to be an operating room. I plant my feet on the 
floor, refusing to take another step further, but the strength of 
the two grays are overpowering. I approach the form-fitting table, 
ready to sit, when the long-clawed gray stops me and starts tugging 
at my gown. I know I have to undress again and bare my nakedness to 
these beings. Dignity violated. Again. 
 
The two beings start strapping me in and I let them this time. I am 
determined that this time I will try to go into another world in my 
mind and hopefully the pain will be minimal. The doctor walks in 
with his assistants, carrying trays of instruments. The doctor 
walks to the end of the bed and I startle at the feeling of his 
clawed hands on my leg. He's doing something to my leg. He's 
moving his fingers gently up and down my calf, each time putting a 
little more pressure until an agonizing pain stabs on my calf. 
He's injected me with something. I bite my lip trying to minimize 
the feeling but it's useless. I then feel a sharp scrape and look 
down to see blood as they take a graft of my skin. 
 
I wish they would put me out, I don't want to see what they are 
doing to me. I look to my right side and see the other doctor, whom 
I'm assuming is the assistant. He takes a rubber tubing that's 
quite big in diameter from the instrument table. I can only wonder 
what is in store for me next, until the unthinkable happens. He 
takes my penis with his long fingers and places the tubing over me, 
proceeding to suction it like a pressure cup. I feel pain as it 
stretches me, and I'm completely humiliated. The movement vibrates 
as the suction device stimulates me into an erection. I want it 
stopped, I feel like I'm being raped. 
 
"STOP!" I yell. 
 
"Shhh, it will be over soon," Omra touches me slightly on the 
forehead. I open my eyes and see her standing there. In between my 
fear, I feel a sense of relief that Omra is finally here, and will 
protect me. She'll make them stop. 
 
"Please have them stop," I beg. 
 
"I can't, Fox, you know I have to let them do the tests. But I will 
be with you to hold you later. I won't leave you anymore." She 
assures me. 
 
I am ashamed that I'm feeling aroused and I don't want to ejaculate 
this way. I hold back, I try to think of other things; anything but 
what they are doing. The reverberating of the machine is 
tremendous and I can't hold it any longer, my artificial arousal 
grows into a full orgasm as my body convulses, the spasms lasting a 
minute. The procedure stops abruptly as I hear myself moaning, 
screaming, and panting, tears immediately jolting from my eyes. I 
can hear myself crying. 
 
My mind races as I think of the ramifications of what has just 
happened to me. My sperm is taken from me to create a group of 
hybrids, of children, that were never supposed to be born. They 
would still be a part of me, of my genetic makeup, even though I 
will never know them. 
 
Within minutes, I am pushed away from the room; Omra is walking 
beside the gurney. I know she will be there for me when I get back 
to my room. She said she wasn't going to leave me anymore. This is 
the first time in days that I allow a positive thought cross my 
mind, and I am surprised how good this feels. 
 
"Fox, you will be alright. Why don't you just get out of bed and 
cleanse yourself. It seems to me that you have not been doing that. 
Come, let me help you." Omra communicates to me, helping me sit on 
the gurney. 
 
"I can't do this anymore." I mumble. 
 
"You must not think like that. I will not let you be like your 
sister. She was strong; she did this for 6 Earth years. I will not 
let you give up and leave your love behind. Do you understand?" 
Omra demands. 
 
Even with my height she overpowers me in strength. She walks me to 
the bathroom area and guides me to the shower. 
 
"Sit on the floor so that you can feel the stream of water hit you. 
Let it cleanse you, not only from the outer dirt you carry, but the 
shame that you have right now. Do not feel humiliated for what they 
did to you. This is their way to procreate our planet. We are 
losing the battle, and this is the only way to continue." 
 
"So you agree with what they are doing?" I ask bitterly as the spray 
from the showerhead flows down upon me. 
 
"Of course I do not. I do not want harm to come to any more humans, 
or our people. I just want this to be over." Omra tells me, as she 
pushes my soaked-hair from my face. "When you are done, you will 
take that hair off your face," she says, referring to my 
week-long stubble. "I disappear for days and you do not shower or 
shave as you humans need to do." She scolds. 
 
"Where were you? I needed you?" I ask, looking up from the floor. 
 
"I went on a mission to Earth. I have news that you need to know. 
But not until you are cleansed and back in bed." She announces, 
turning and leaving me to complete my bathing.
I feel the stream of water hit my back as I sit here on the shower 
floor, balled up, my arms wrapped around my knees. My mind flashes 
back to the Sunday I frantically called Scully from the Hansen's 
Motel in Providence Rhode Island; my clothes splattered with 
blood. Then, I just wanted answers, answers that I thought Dr. 
Charles Goldstein could give me. 
 
Scully came to me that day, opening the shower curtain as I sat in 
the tub, shaking, as I'm doing now. But a replay of that day won't 
happen right now. I'm in this one alone. She can't come to save me 
this time. This thought makes me shake harder, I miss Scully so 
much, and I need her so much. 
 
++++ 
 
"Fox, what is wrong with you. You must get out of the water. It is 
ice cold and you will get sick," Omra conveys, turning off the 
water, "You have used all the hot water and you are now trembling." 
She pulls the shower curtain open all the way, then retrieves a 
towel, wrapping it around my quivering body and helping me to stand. 
 
"I...I'm...so...cold" I tell her, my teeth chattering. 
 
"I must get you warm." Omra continues, quickly rubbing with the 
towel that is placed over my shoulders, trying to create friction. 
She leads me from the bathroom area and onto my bed. "I have a 
reward for you. But I should not grant it to you after you are 
neglecting your health." 
 
I look at her with bored amusement and can't help but laugh, " Omra, 
why should I be concerned about my health. I've been violated, 
probed, scraped, drilled..." I tell her sarcastically. 
 
"Fox, you cannot get sick. When the time comes, you need to be 
healthy to go back to your loved one." Omra steps back and looks me 
up and down, sighing at my forlorn expression. 
 
I sit up on the bed, holding the towel tightly around me, my fingers 
turning white. "I will never be released," I tell her with fierce 
resignation. There is a sob in my voice that I cannot hide. 
 
"I will make sure of it. If it means my life, you will be set free. 
Now, lets get you warm." Omra continues, pulling out my boxers from 
the shelf. 
 
"I can wear my clothes?" I ask her, enthusiasm creeping into my 
voice and then laugh at myself for getting this excited over a pair 
of boxers. 
 
"Only your undergarments can be put on. You will still need to wear 
the gown. I do not want the protectors to find out. This is for you 
to feel a little more like yourself." Omra says, leaning down to 
help me step into my boxers, steadying me as she gently slides 
them up over my thighs and hips. It is the only gentle physical 
contact I have had in what seem eons, and I find myself appreciating 
Omra's friendship more. She takes the clean hospital gown and I 
stoop down so she can slip it over my head. " Omra, you are 
treating me like a 5 year-old. I can dress myself." I tell her as 
she guides me to lie on the bed and covers me with a couple of 
blankets. I close my eyes for a second and picture myself as a 
child, with my mother helping me dress and tucking me into bed. "I 
can have more then one blanket?" I smile at Omra, trying to offer 
her my appreciation: "I don't want you getting in trouble." 
 
"You need someone to care for you and I choose to do so. Do you 
mind that much?" She asks me and I give her another smile. Omra 
reaches out to stroke my forehead. 
 
"I was a mother once and did all this with much happiness to my son, 
Boalta. I have no one to mother anymore, and I would like to help 
you now. Fox, you asked me about the protectors; they are not 
allowed to come in unless they notify me beforehand. At which 
time, we will have to remove the undergarments and take off the 
extra blanket." Omra says to me, pulling a chair close to the 
bedside. 
 
"What was it that you were thinking when you were cleansing 
yourself?" she finally asks me. 
 
I turn on my back, drawing my knees up, looking at the white 
ceiling. "I was thinking about Scully. I can't keep my mind off of 
her, each day it becomes harder to be separated from her. She means 
so much to me, and I need her. Omra, I have lost so much in my 
life. I've had to accommodate for my losses, and learn to live with 
the years of emptiness. Scully has shown me a whole new life, and 
without her, I know I won't be able to go on." I feel my heart 
constrict as I speak, and my eyes itch with the need to cry 
like the five-year-old I feel I am now. 
 
"You must not think that way." Omra takes her long fingers, and 
carefully moves the wet strands of hair away from my forehead. 
 
I turn again to my side, gazing at this small being that for no 
reason has developed a friendship toward me. "I was happy for 
Teresa, that she was released, but then you disappeared and I felt 
more alone without anyone here..." I start to say. 
 
"Your friend, Teresa has not been dismissed. She is still 
confined." 
 
I raise up on my elbow, my head propped on my upturned palm, my face 
confused, "But I haven't seen her in nearly two weeks; she's still 
on the ship?" 
 
"She is not well. The last tests that were done on her have 
depleted her energy. I am afraid that she is losing the battle to 
go on. Her husband is deceased and all she does is cry for her 
infant child." 
 
"Sudden anger washes over me at these words. "Is this the pleasure 
that all of you get. To take us away from our family and friends, 
just to use us as guinea pigs, to violate us so that you can 
procreate your planet?" my voice rises. I sit, up pulling the 
blankets away from my body. 
 
"Fox, I must tell you something, but it must not leave this room..." 
she stresses firmly, grabbing at my arms as I rise from the bed. 
 
"Yes Omra, I'm going to tell my good friend the guard, or the 
protector, or whatever you call them." I say sarcastically, 
striding over to the mechanism that opens the doors. I am 
amazed at how much energy I have now. Anger is a good thing. "I'll 
just let myself out and see with who I can divulge your big secret." 
 
"I was given an assignment to go to your planet Earth and help with 
the apprehension of more humans." Omra starts firmly, speaking 
quickly to grab back my attention. 
 
"You don't have enough here, you need more of us?" My annoyance at 
the injustice is now reaching a peak as I start pacing the small 
chambers. 
 
"I demand you to sit, NOW. I will help you, but you must follow my 
rules," Omra's voice demands, equally angry. "I merely follow 
orders. If I do not, I will be terminated. If they were to choose 
to eliminate my existence, I would not have cared before, but now 
I need to live. I have made a pledge to myself and to my offspring, 
Boalta. My vow is to see you through this." I walk back to my bed, 
noticing that she is now equally annoyed as I am. Omra continues, 
"I have been thinking of the device that is inside of you. I 
have to get a colleague, a medical accomplice to help extract the 
device, but if I cannot, then it will have to be me. If you go to 
Earth with it in you, they will track you." Omra explains. 
 
"Omra, taking the device out of me won't do me any good," I snap, 
impatiently, "They know where I live and they know where Scully 
lives." I approach the being, kneeling in front of her. "We will be 
tagged for the rest of our lives." 
 
"If the device is removed, they will not search. There are too many 
other humans that they can retrieve." Omra takes my hand in hers. 
"Fox, during my recent assignment to Earth, I took the liberty to go 
to the location from where you were taken. We, my species, have the 
ability to change our appearance and become human." 
 
My eyebrows furrow, my expression showing confusion at Omra's words. 
"Shape shifters, I know all about them, I have run into a few during 
my searching. They re not the most pleasant of aliens that I have 
come across." 
 
"Fox, The ones you have encountered are like law enforcement 
officers. I know you call them Alien Bounty Hunters, you have 
spoken of them in your dreams. But all of us have the capability to 
change form. While I was on assignment, I became Teresa." 
 
 
I look at her from my kneeling position, turning my head slightly to 
the side, a puzzled look on my face. "Why?" 
 
"I called your love and told her that she had to come to see me, to 
see Teresa." 
 
My eyes widened, " You saw Scully?" 
 
"Yes. She came to Teresa's house with a balding man call Skinner." 
 
"You saw Scully? How is she?" I ask excitedly, my hand going to the 
cross that hangs around my neck, "She was not well when I last saw 
her. She fainted a couple of times, I...I don't even know if she's 
okay. I've been worried." 
 
"She is well. Fox, you have to be strong and endure the tests for a 
little longer while I find a way to help you escape. Because I...I 
lost an offspring to this war, and I will not have your child lose a 
father." 
 
I look up at her, not immediately comprehending the words spoken to 
me, "Omra, I don't have a child." 
 
"Yes my son, you do have a child. Your love is carrying it within 
her, nurturing it." 
 
"Scully's pregnant? I don't understand Omra. She is unable to have 
children." The words circulate around my brain like a wave of cold 
water gushing across my scalp. I feel complete bewilderment at what 
Omra has just informed me, "The tests that were done to her left her 
barren, unable to ever have a child; her ovum were all removed. 
 
"Trust me, son, she is with child. The fetus in her womb is your 
child." 
 
I can feel my heart palpitating stronger than usual, my breathing 
has become deeper and faster, "...I don't understand, my child, 
Scully is carrying our baby. But we were together only once, we made 
love just once." 
 
"Although we do not procreate in the same form that humans do, I 
believe that once was enough for both of you." 
 
My eyes fill with tears; tears of joy and then heaviness fills my 
soul, as the realization that I might not ever see Scully again 
overwhelms me. And now my child-my child. I lower my head, trying 
to hide my tears, but I can't. My heart aches, my body goes limp 
as I sink to the floor and ball into a fetal position as I sob. 
Omra stands up from the chair, then kneels along side of me. 
 
"You must do as you are told; follow orders, be strong for the 
tests..." the alien says to me, pulling me into her arms. I can't 
stop my tears as they stream down my face as memories of my life 
soars in my mind; the abduction of Samantha, the alienation of my 
father, the unemotional life I led until I met Scully, the only 
person that ever trusted me wholly and believed in me. And now, the 
final blow, the termination of my life without ever seeing her again 
and my baby, knowing that Scully would have to raise the child on 
her own, knowing that she needs me just as much as I need her. I 
rise up in anger, my arms pushing Omra away, causing her to fall to 
the floor. I start pacing, back and forth, my chest heaving with 
the heavy breathing that I'm doing. I need to scream, to let all my 
anger out or I will explode, "Why? Why?" My voice bellows against 
the walls of the chambers. 
 
"You must lower your voice, they will come in here and wonder what 
is wrong with you." Omra warns me but it's too late. The chamber 
doors open and two guard's storm in. 
 
"No, he is all right, let him be." Omra communicates. The two 
guards ignore Omra and stalk towards me, lifting me from the floor. 
They throw me onto the bed, releasing the restraints from the sides 
of the bed and attempts to strap them onto my limbs. The 
strength of these guards overpower me, but my outrage gives me 
energized stamina and I try to charge at them. I can only keep this 
up for a very short while, as I'm still weak from the lack of 
nourishment that I've had in the last days, I tire as they hold me 
down. One guard takes a hold of the collar of my gown and rips it 
completely away from me. The taller of the two guard's stares at my 
boxers, then turns to face Omra. 
 
"Did one of you leave his undergarments here so he could find them?" 
Omra accuses, hoping that they will believe him. Without another 
word exchanged, the taller gray pulls my boxers off, leaving me 
naked on my bed, then finishes strapping me down. Once they 
know I am secure, they both depart, leaving me strapped on this bed, 
not only naked but feeling less than a man. I feel that I am 
constantly being stripped of my pride, naked in the eyes of everyone 
and everything. 
 
"You must get control of yourself. I will not be able to help if 
you have outbursts like this. I understand you're reasoning and I 
have made an oath. From this point on we will plan your escape," 
she conveys to me, taking the blanket that was thrown on the floor 
and covering my naked body with it. "I will stay with you, I will 
take care of you, my son." 
 
My cries start to diminish and my voice quivers to a silent moan, my 
eyes become heavy. I close my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
"I think we are going to have ourselves a soccer player." 
 
"Did you feel that?" Scully whispered, spooned up behind Mulder. 
 
"Yes. How can I not feel the punching on my back," Mulder chuckled, 
turning around to face her. He started bunching the comforter with 
his feet, until he had the bedding completely off, his eyes admiring 
her naked body next to him. "Have I told you how much I love your 
navel, it's an outie, right?" His hand caressed the circumference 
of her swollen stomach, stopping at her navel. 
 
"Shut up, Mulder," she retorted, placing her hands under her waist, 
trying to turn her body to a flat position on the bed, grimacing at 
her movement. 
 
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. 
 
"I don't know," she replied, putting her right hand against her 
bulging stomach, rubbing it back and forth. "I've been 
uncomfortable for hours, it'll pass." She lifted up the top 
portion of her body carefully, trying to stretch her arm down to 
reach the blanket, "Cover me up." 
 
Mulder propped himself up; resting his chin on his hands. "No, I 
want to see you just like you are, completely natural. Never in my 
wildest dreams did I vision us like this, both naked in bed, you 
carrying our baby." 
 
Scully started to chuckled, her hand circling her stomach, "Well, 
let me see Mulder, one; both of us in bed, two; both of us in bed 
naked and three; both of us in bed naked and very pregnant, no 
Mulder, never in my wildest dreams. It took you long enough," she 
teased. 
 
"Me, long enough? Yes, blame it on me. Did you hear that, baby, 
Mommy is blaming me." he joked, nestling closer to her, placing his 
head gently over her stomach. 
 
"Want to see something?" she asked, "Look, our baby has his little 
foot or elbow sticking out." Mulder raised himself up, again 
propping himself on his hand. Scully placed her hand on the right 
side of her swollen abdomen, showing him the protrusion. "Our baby 
has once again decided to dig under my rib and it is very 
uncomfortable. Let's see if I can move him." She prodded her hand, 
pushing the hard lump on her side, until she coaxed the baby to 
move; a ripple of a wave across her belly. 
 
"Scully, you're going to hurt the baby," he said, watching 
fascinated, his eyes widening in amazement, "Oh my." 
 
"Can you believe it, Mulder, our miracle." 
 
"A miracle," he smiled. He again spooned up besides her, nudging 
his head to the crook of her neck, as he whispered in her ear. 
"Scully, when in our working relationship did you change your 
feelings from partner to...?" 
 
"...Lovers?" she finished his sentence. "I don't know. I didn't 
think we'd ever get to lovers. I can tell you that very early on 
our partnership, my feelings did change and sometimes my thoughts 
were..." 
 
"Fantasies?" 
 
"As I was saying, when thoughts trickled in, I pushed them aside 
because I thought that you were so busy in your quest, that you 
didn't want to think of anything else. How about you?" 
 
"That's an easy one. At the famous root beer-ice tea stakeout," he 
teased. "I still remember those words, Scully. Afterwards, the 
abduction and your cancer cemented those feelings, but how could I 
make good on my feelings, not knowing if you only thought of us as 
partners," he told her, kissing her gently on her earlobe. "Scully, 
do you know how sexy you look right now?" He continued his sensual 
kisses down her neck then to her shoulder. 
 
"Don't even think about it, Mulder." She told him, trying to push 
him away from her. "Now it's getting late and Skinner isn't going 
to appreciate you taking another day off, one agent on leave is bad 
enough." She twisted her body best she could to take a look at 
the clock as it registered 6:00 in the morning. 
 
"Come on Scully, the doctor said it won't harm the baby." He 
proceeded with his kisses down her chest, inching himself to her 
breast. "I also want to tell you that your breasts are beautiful" 
 
"Enjoy them while you can Mulder, because our baby will have first 
dibs on them, and then after the nursing is done, they'll go back to 
their normal size." she tantalized. 
 
"Doctor said it was okay to make love. You're not going to deprive 
me are you?" Mulder moaned as he continued with his kisses, his 
hands exploring her body. 
 
"This is crazy, Mulder; you are so incorrigible." Scully said 
softly, turning with difficulty to her side once again, her hands 
circling the hairs on his chest. "Kiss me." 
 
He lifted his head, looking into her deep-blue eyes, his own eyes 
filled with desire and love. He kissed her lips, both tongues 
connecting, exploring. Scully's hand moved down the long length of 
his body, her finger trailing a path to his groin. She took a hold 
of him; hot and hard but yet so smooth. 
 
"Umm, Scully," he whimpered. 
 
Holding his penis lightly, she barely made contact the tip of her 
fingers and thumb stimulating his hardness even more. His groans in 
her ear were torment to her, but giving him pleasure was more 
important than she was. His body gently swaying with the tempo 
of her hand movement. She could feel the pulsation and could feel 
the heat on the tip of his penis-she knew he was close when she felt 
a cramping spasm that was felt through her stomach and generalizing 
on her vagina. She winced in pain and unconsciously gripped tightly 
on his groin. 
 
"Ouch," he shrieked. "Scully, what's the matter?" 
 
"Mulder, either you came without us knowing, or one of us peed in 
bed, or..." she groaned, moving her hand away from him, patting the 
sides of the mattress next to her bottom. 
 
"What?" he asked, trying to get back his composure? 
 
"I think your child didn't approve of our extracurricular activity 
and baby has decided to tell us so. Mulder, my water bag broke and 
I think you better call the doctor and the hospital." 
 
It took a couple of seconds to register what she had just told him. 
He sat up; looking down at the wet mattress, then quickly got up. 
"But you still have two weeks!" 
 
"Seems that our child is as impatient as his dad. Can you help me 
get into the shower while you get things ready." 
 
"A shower, right now Scully, we need to get going NOW!" he 
emphasized, rushing to the phone, then putting it down, then rushing 
to the packed suitcase then back again to the phone with a 
bewildered look upon his face. Scully grinned at how childishly 
disheveled Mulder looked. 
 
"The first pregnancy usually takes a while for delivery, just help me 
up." 
 
She started her shower, realizing that something was not quite 
right. She was getting contractions a little too close together. 
'Plenty of time' she said out loud. Within twenty minutes they were 
in the car. She didn't want to scare him so she kept her moans to 
herself, doing her he he's and ha ha's she had learned during labor 
classes; but this wasn't right. Barely moving out of the parking 
structure a strong contraction hit that took her breath away, but 
again she kept her pain from him. She couldn't tell him right now 
that she didn't think they were going to make it. She could see 
that Mulder was a nervous wreck. The streets were thankfully sparse 
of cars, 'maybe everyone took the Friday off' Scully thought. About 
two miles in their drive she felt it, she needed to push; 'no this 
isn't happening.' 
 
"Mulder, I think you better stop." She said gently, panting quietly 
between he he's and ha ha's. 
 
"What are you talking about Scully?" he asked, glancing over at her 
in confusion. 
 
"I am telling you to STOP and pull over NOW, because Junior is not 
going to wait." She panted. Sweat was dripping from her brow, her 
face had paled considerably and Mulder felt a pang of distress. 
 
"Okay, very funny," he half chuckled, hoping to God that she was 
pulling his leg, but another glance at her face convinced him 
otherwise. 
 
"I SAID STOP NOW!" she screamed. He swerved the car to the curb, 
stopped the car, released his seatbelt and turned to her. Her left 
hand pressed against her crotch, while her right hand clasped to the 
door handle. 
 
"Scully, I have to get you to the hospital, I don't think I could do 
this alone! Look, just keep a focal point and do your breathing, 
okay," he tried to rationalize, reaching out to turn over the 
ignition, but her hand gripped his with a strength he didn't know 
she had. 
 
"This kid is coming out now, and if you tell me not to push, I'm 
going to KILL YOU! Get your stupid ass cell phone and call an 
ambulance." She ordered her fingernails pressing into the skin of 
his hand; her eyes squinted tight with the pain. 
 
'And you looked so beautiful 30 minutes ago,' he whispered to 
himself. His hand reached into his pocket to get the cell, when he 
realized he didn't have it. A sudden rush of blood drained from his 
face. He turned nervously to Scully, knowing the wrath he was 
about to receive. "I don't have the phone, sweetheart." 
 
Her contraction subsided, just in time to get her breathing back in 
control. She looked at his face and realized the panic he was in. 
"Okay Mulder, I'm sorry, look help me to the backseat. You are going 
to deliver our baby," she smiled tenderly at him. 
 
His face paled even more, did he have any blood left he thought. He 
got out of the car, quickly walking to the other side and opening 
her door. As he helped her out he felt the vice-grip of her hand 
again as she bent down in pain. "I swear, Mulder, if you get that 
penis next to me one more time, I'm going to chop it off," she said 
between clenched teeth. He instinctually grabbed his groin, 
protecting it from future harm. He moved the front seat forward and 
helped her get in the backseat. He crawled in after her, helping 
her to reposition herself into the most comfortable position that 
she could in the small confinements of the car. He also helped her 
to remove her soaked underwear, but kept his face averted so as to 
ward off his increasing feeling of panic. 
 
"You're going to have to look eventually, MULDER!" she sniped 
gritting her teeth. 
 
"Scully, I...I'm nervous and scared, I...never have done something 
like this before." He confessed nervously. 
 
"And you think I have," She said between her breathing. Her 
contraction slowly subsiding. "Damn it, Mulder, you have faced slimy 
mutants and loaded guns, why can't you deal with birthing our baby? 
Okay, Mulder, look, I'm sorry... I'm scared too. We'll do this 
together. Baby will come naturally. I'll try to guide you through 
this; we could do this together," she panted. 
 
Mulder nodded nervously and got into a seated position in front of 
her splayed knees. 
 
"Mulder, when you see the baby's head, tell me and I'll push, 
although that won't be hard for me to do," she said under her 
breath. "Put your hand under the vaginal area and apply gentle 
pressure. This will hopefully prevent me from delivering too fast. 
When baby's head is completely out, just support it-it will turn by 
itself. We...we don't have anything to suction its little mouth. 
Take your shirt off; dry its little mouth. Keep it wa...wa...warm." 
She forced her last words as another contraction started. 
 
"Slowly Scully...breath slowly," Mulder whispered, "I can do this, we 
can do this." Scully's hand stretched out trying to find Mulder's. 
He took a hold of her hand, grimacing as her grip tightened around 
his, "Scully, I need my two hands. Why don't you take a hold of the 
seat." 
 
"Baby is com..com.." she pushed. Mulder did what he was told, his 
hand waiting for their baby, and the world stood still around him 
when he caught his first glimpse of the baby's head, peach fuzz of 
golden hair. His own breathing became fast with the excitement and 
the nervousness and the ultimate awe of watching this miracle. 
 
"That's the way Scully, come on, you can do it," he encouraged, as 
the baby's head slid out into his waiting hands. 
 
"Is...is baby's head turned?" she gasped. 
 
"Yes...everything is okay," his eyes filling with tears at the 
beautiful sight in front of him. He removed his shirt and gently 
dabbed at the tiny face. As he moved his long fingers around the 
small head, he felt the umbilical cord, and realized it was wrapped 
around the baby's neck. The expression on his face quickly changed 
from awe to concern to panic as he traced the cord with his fingers. 
 
"What...What's wrong?" Scully noticed his face. 
 
"The cord is wrapped around its neck, I can feel it, Scully..." 
 
Another contraction coming strong, but Scully struggled to tell him, 
"Slip...slip your forefinger in between...the cord and it's neck and 
gently...slip it over its head, Mulder...please." She cried. 
 
"Okay, okay Scully," he said, doing as she told him. "It's off, it's 
off Scully. Scully, baby isn't moving, push as hard as you can, 
okay...honey," he said breathing hard. 
 
Between her pain and her breathing she smiled at how he called her 
'honey'. He had never said that to her. She surely would tease him 
about it, but right now, she had to push one more time. "Help me 
raise my knees toward my chest, keep my knees apart...and...and I'll 
push." She instructed. He did as he was told. 
 
Swinging her hands behind her thighs, and using her knees as 
leverage, Scully raised her upper body up, took a deep breath and 
then pushed as hard as she could. The red and wrinkled baby slid 
out at the same time, nestling onto his arms. He looked at this 
lovely child in his arms; tears streaming down his eyes. This 
miracle child that was never supposed to be born was laying in his 
arms...Scully's and his child nestled in his arms, squirming and 
flailing its arms around. 
 
"Mulder, turn baby's head down and face down, with its feet higher 
than its head so that fluids can drain out. When our baby cries, 
wipe the baby's mouth and nose, then wrap him...her, Mulder what did 
we have?" 
 
"Oh, I forgot to look," he said, trying to hold back the tears, 
following her instructions. "Scully, we have a son...a son." 
 
"A son." Scully said softly, her tears streaming down as well. 
After a second, she realized that their baby had not started crying, 
"tap the sole of his feet Mulder, he needs to cry." Within seconds 
a loud cry came from this little person. 
 
"I think we are all crying now." Mulder said. He gently moved their 
baby, making sure the umbilical cord was safely stretched so he 
could place their child on mommy's chest. Mulder helped her 
unbutton her blouse, then guided their son to her breast. Within 
seconds the little suckles was heard, as their baby instinctively 
latched. 
 
"Excuse me folks..." a man said from outside the car, the tapping of 
a hard medal object on the window. The windows were steamed up 
with the heavy breathing of the two making it difficult to see in 
or out. Mulder backed out of the seat, and wiped at the window. 
Looking out, he could see an uniformed silhouette. 
 
"I think you're a little old to be having sex in the car, came the 
disjointed voice from outside. 
 
As Mulder opened the car door and scooted himself further out, the 
police officer that belonged to the uniformed silhouette stepped 
aside, and looked Mulder up and down. As he noticed the blood on 
Mulder's chest and pants, he reached for his gun. 
 
"Wait, wait, it's not what you think. We...we just had a baby," 
Mulder gasped. 
 
+++ 
 
"We just had a baby." I say between tears of happiness. I open my 
eyes and expect to see my son and Scully, but they are not there. 
Omra is. "My God, it was only a dream...only a dream. Mulder gasps, 
feeling the excitement ebb from him, draining him. Despair 
overwhelms him and the urge to cry yet again bubbles up from within 
his heart. 
 
Omra is sitting on the bed, her leathery hand on his forehead, her 
big oval eyes closed. "I was able to share your dream with you and 
it will happen Fox, you have to believe it." She said standing up. 
 
"Leave me alone, get out of here," I scream, raising my head 
in anger as far as I could, my hands clenched in the restrains. 
I stare vehemently at Omra, piercing my friend with my anger. 
Omra drops slightly, giving me the impression of sadness, 
and my anger subsids quickly. "Please, Omra, leave me alone" I 
whisper. 
 
Omra walks slowly to the door, "I will come back in a little while 
I need to take care of business." she replies in a low soft tone.
 
 
+++ 
 
Omra walks through the quiet halls of the ship, desperate to find a 
way to help her alien human escape. "I won't let him suffer any 
more." She whispers to herself with conviction. She finally comes to 
a decision and turns back to head back to the next floor of the 
spacecraft, approaching the section that contains the living 
quarters of her race. Stopping at a doorway that is a few rooms 
before her own, she places her hand on the mechanism, her face 
showing on a monitor inside the quarters. The door opens and she 
enters hesitantly, greeting the seated gray with a nod. 
 
"Omra, what is it?" the other gray asks. 
 
"I need your assistance in a very important matter. I know you 
cared very much for my Boalta and I know you hold a special feeling 
for me. With this I need to ask...but I am in fear that it will be 
used against me. If you choose to give me away, then I know that my 
existence will end, and I am not afraid...But, I am in fear that 
they will distinguish a life that needs to continue." Omra states 
firmly, determination in her quest overcoming her initial fears at 
sharing her plans with another. 
 
The other alien rises from his desk and approaches to Omra, cocking 
his head to the side in puzzlement. "What is it that you want me to 
do?" 
 
"Nastro, I cannot tell you unless I have your word. If you cannot 
help me in fear of your existence, then I will respect that. But, 
if you are able to help me then I will be forever grateful." Omra 
pleaded, "Or tell me what it is that I am able to do and I will do 
it on my own. 
 
"Omra, you are not making any sense. I need to know what it is that 
you want. You also know I will do anything for you. You are a 
lifelong friend of mine, one whom I have deep affection for. You 
know that I have had special feelings for you for many epochs 
and you have chosen not to show the same feeling for me." Nastro 
replies, placing his fingers gently on her shoulder blades. "I 
understand that you have wished to remain alone. I am also alone. 
I share with you the quest we are on, the journey toward finding 
answers to our fate. Our life form is disappearing and we need to 
go in search of more humans to continue with our species." 
 
"We have made many humans leave their loved ones behind because of 
us. With all our technology, why is there not another way?" she 
asked sadly, gazing soulfully at her long-time friend before 
continuing, "If we need to do these tests, then we must but, I would 
like your assistance in releasing one human." 
 
"The one you are to watch?" he asked. 
 
Omra nods, "Yes...if you are going to announce my intentions, then 
do it now." 
 
Nastro sighs, and declares firmly, "I would never announce you. If 
you remember, I lost my mate to this war...I am alone like you. We 
wanted offspring, but my mate was not given the opportunity before 
she was taken from me. Sharing Boalta with you meant so much to me 
and I want to return the offer. What is it that you need from me?" 
Nastro queries. 
 
"The alien being I am monitoring is named Fox. Many epochs ago, I 
was in charge of his sibling, do you remember the beautiful young 
human?" Omra asks, remembering back. 
 
"Yes, the one with the green eyes. The one you had a special 
fondness for?" 
 
"Yes, such a lovely human. She lost the battle and chose to end her 
existence, but I cannot let this happen to her sibling. He, has an 
unborn offspring in his home--world, waiting for him to come home. 
As well as the one he loves. He must be set free. I want him to be 
set free. We destroy so many family units with our abductions. I 
want to do something good to replace the hurt we have inflicted upon 
this race and this family unit." Omra blinks twice. "He has 
already been installed with the tracking device, which I need 
to have removed. But I am not a medical doctor like you. I need 
your help to remove the device. In that way, we will not be able to 
bring him back again." 
 
Nastro paces the floor, walking toward the porthole of his chambers, 
looking out into space. "If we get caught, we will both be 
removed." 
 
"Yes, I know. I don't care about my existence, I have no one, and I 
am alone. I want to help Fox." 
 
"You don't have to be alone, Omra. I am here," Nastro turns around 
to face Omra, then walks back toward her. "I cannot help you remove 
it, they will find out." 
 
Omra's face lowers. 
 
"...But, I can give you the tools to do it yourself." 
 
"I...I cannot do it without medical training," she quickly responds. 
 
"It will be painful for him, but it will not take his existence. He 
will live. Omra, the procedure can not be done on the ship. If it 
is, the monitors will notify the authorities. This medical 
procedure must be done on planet Earth. We must have them send you 
on assignment, where we will help your friend escape, at which time 
you will need to do the procedure there." 
 
"Do you know when our next assignment to Earth will be?" Omra 
queries anxiously. 
 
"I do not know, but I will find out. We will make plans and I will 
instruct you in all the necessities of the procedure. Now it's best 
you go back to him." 
 
Omra nods her appreciation for the advice and turns to leave. She 
pauses momentarily, spinning back to face Nastro. "If things had 
been different, dear Nastro, I could have considered sharing the 
reminder of my life with you. But our work is too important to us. 
If it were discovered, they would use it against us. They would use 
us to hurt each other. I could not live with that. I could not 
lose you because I had a selfish quest of my own. We have both lost 
so much. This is the only way for us to find the answers to our 
questions. Please, Nastro, believe me in this." This time when she 
turned away from him, she did leave. 
 
+++ 
 
'Why give me this dream, a dream that will never happen. Is it 
because I have been so adamant that there is no God. Well, if there 
is a God' I say to myself, looking at the ceiling of my prison 
walls. All I know is that I hurt Omra and I don't know if she'll 
be back. I should be thankful that she was able to get in touch 
with Scully and let her know that I am alive, sad that it is, at 
least I still have a little hope. I would have never known that 
Scully was carrying our baby if it wasn't for Omra. Instead of 
being thankful, I push her away. 
 
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of door opening and I'm 
ready to apologize for my outburst. "Omra, I'm sorry, I just have a 
thing about restraints and..." 
 
I look to the side, as far as I can, looking for Omra, but it's the 
two guards again. "What are you doing here?" I ask, no, I yell in 
fear. Everytime these two turn up, something undignified or 
painful happens. They are pulling the gurney into my room. 
 
The taller gray barely looks at me as it rips, the blanket away from 
my body, while the other is removing my restraints. "I won't go, 
I'm not going with you," again I yell. But I'm weak and I'm tired; 
they force me to lay on the gurney, wheeling me through the familiar 
halls to the operating room. 
 
+++ 
 
Omra hurries back to her friend's chambers, ready to tell him of 
their plans. In the next mission to Earth, he will be set free. 
She places her long hand on the mechanism, the door opens. She 
walks in and finds the bed empty, the blanket on the floor. 
 
"Fox?" she says, looking around the small room. She wonders whether 
the straps were removed while she was gone. She pokes her head into 
the small bathroom area and finds it empty. Greatly concerned, she 
quickly leaves the chambers, returning to Nastro's quarters. 
 
"You are back. What is wrong?" Nastro asks, looking up from his 
working area. 
 
"They have taken Fox from his quarters. I was not given any 
information on testing. Nastro, I need to know where he is and what 
they are planning on doing with him." Omra demands, her vocal tones 
rising. 
 
"It is very important to you, is it not?" Nastro questions. "I will 
go to the infirmary and see what they are going to do. Stay here." 
 
 
+++ 
 
 
I can see a tall gray walk into the outer room that is divided by 
glass. He is putting on a medical lab coat as he approaches me. He 
bows his head in acknowledgement to me then picks up the chart. He 
flips the page, very attentive to what is written, then he looks at 
me, "You are Fox?" I nod, confused. I assumed they all know who I 
am. 
 
I turn my head; unable to hide the worry on my face, "What are you 
going to do to me?" 
 
The gray doesn't respond, but continues to check the chart that is 
placed along side of the table. He flips the pages over, checking 
it a couple of times, reading and rereading the text. "I am a 
friend of Omra, my name is Nastro. She is concerned and did not 
know where you were taken. I will give her authority to stay with 
you." 
 
"What are they going to do to me," I yell again. 
 
"You must keep your voice down." Nastro communicates, "I will try to 
find out," Nastro walks around the table beside me, looking at the 
instruments that are placed on the table next to me. "This is most 
peculiar as there was not to be any tests on you for a while. I 
will inquire and let Omra know and she will in turn relay the 
message to you." 
 
Nastro looks at me intensely for a few moments, as though he is 
assessing me. 
 
"I need to talk to Omra. Be still and do not cause any trouble. I 
will have Omra come see you." Nastro says to me before he departs. 
 
+++ 
 
He opens the door to his chambers, not surprised at seeing Omra 
pacing nervously, "I found him. He shows a lot of sadness, many 
epochs of turmoil" 
 
"You found him?" Omra demands impatiently. 
 
"Yes, and I am concerned. They are going to extract more sperm 
today, but that is not what I'm worried about. He is scheduled to 
have a drastic cranial operation, where they will remove brain 
tissue. This procedure has not been done for many epochs. They are 
interested in 'god modules' that are turned on in him. According to 
the chart, they plan on putting him in a catalepsy state." Nastro 
said, pulling his white medical coat off, throwing it on the chair. 
" I don't know why they are doing this. Do you know of anything 
that might have caused them to think that he is an important 
subject?" 
 
"I am not sure, only that he was to be taken epochs ago and his 
sibling was taken instead." Omra is still pacing. "Will you be able 
to be in the procedure?" 
 
"I have included my name on the list of doctors, yes. I will be in 
today's operation as well as the cranial operation. I have given 
word to the infirmary to let you in, and I'll be there in a short 
while." Omra immediately left her friend's quarters, rushing 
quickly to join her human friend. 
 
+++ 
 
"Fox, open your eyes," I can hear Omra trying to communicate with 
me. 
 
"I guess I'm going to father some more hybrids," I tell Omra 
sarcastically, opening my eyes. 
 
"Fox, my friend Nastro is going to be here to help us. Trust him-as 
I trust him completely." Omra tells me, looking around to see if any 
other grays are looking at her. "Yes, they are going to remove some 
sperm today. But Fox, I must warn you. They are going to do 
something else to you. Something that I will not be able to stop 
and neither can my friend. Nastro is a senior doctor and he will 
make sure that no harm will come to you. He is going to educate me 
on how I am to remove your tracking device. When you awaken, I will 
have a plan for you. Do you understand?" 
 
I try to make sense of what she is telling me, but all I can think 
about is the tests that are forthcoming. 
 
+++ 
 
Nastro walks in, just in time to be part of the procedure with the 
other medical technicians. They get the equipment ready for the 
sperm extraction; Mulder's eyes close, knowing what is in store for 
him again. From across the room, Omra can see Mulder's fingers try 
to reach out from the confines of his restraints. Nastro look over 
at Omra, motioning for her to move beside her alien friend. 
Discretely, Omra reaches out and slightly brushes against Mulder's 
hand, giving him a little assurance that she is there beside him. 
She hums quietly as Mulder groans and moans as the machinery pumps 
sperm from his body. 
 
After the procedure, while an exhausted Mulder is wheeled again back 
to his room, Nastro takes Omra aside and whispers specific 
instructions to her. 
 
"Omra, you must make sure that your friend does not have any 
substance after this time." Nastro explains, pointing to the chart 
in front of him. "They are going to do a procedure that will put 
him in a coma-state. It is best you not tell him." 
 
"I can't do that to him. I have to tell him the truth. He will not 
trust me otherwise." Omra says sadly, realizing the pain that his 
friend has yet to endure. 
 
She walks back slowly to the chambers, stopping in front of a window 
to look in the room. There she sees human children playing with the 
small hybrids. Any other time, this would have brought a smile to 
her face, but not this time, now that she knows just how much 
dignity they take away. 
 
She walks in the familiar room, Mulder is laying still, his face 
straight, eyes looking at the ceiling. "Thanks for being there with 
me." He whispers. 
 
+++ 
 
"Fox, I need to tell you something. You are going to have an 
extensive operation tomorrow. They are interested in you for some 
reason. I am not sure what is in store for you, but I know that you 
will be in this condition for a while. Fox, I will be by your side 
through this, I promise. I also want to tell you that Nastro, my 
friend, will teach me to remove the tracking device. When you are 
brought back to consciousness, I will help you escape and I will 
remove the device. You must believe that this is true, and that I 
will help you. I promise on Boalta's existence, that you will go 
home to see your love, and see the birth of your offspring." 
 
"I believe you, Omra. I trust you with my life," I say softly, 
turning my face toward her. "Omra, I have one favor to ask you. I 
don't like to be strapped in. Please, can you let me loose. I 
promise I will behave. Besides, I have to use the bathroom and 
would like to shower." 
 
Omra looks at me, her face expressionless, but yet it says so much. 
"I know you will behave," she responds while removing the straps. 
 
I sit up, stretching my arms, then slowly slip out of the gurney. I 
walk unsteadily to the bathroom, turning the faucet of the shower, 
resting my head against the tiles on the wall. I still feel an 
enormous amount of shame about how my sperm is extracted, but this 
time I psyched myself to another plane. I close my eyes and think 
about Scully and the child that she is carrying. 
 
Nothing else matters. 
 
I wash myself down, trying desperately to wash the shame away. I 
stand under the stream, taking this private time as my only haven. 
Minutes pass by before Omra pokes her head in to check up on me. I 
know she's going to ask me why I'm taking so long; even in this 
little place I call my sanctuary, I can't hide. 
 
"I'm almost done," I tell her. I walk out of the shower, toweling 
myself dry, wrapping the towel around my waist, then head back to 
the bed-ready to be strapped again. 
 
"I will not restrain you, that can wait for later," she tells me, 
then with a look that I swear appears to be a smile, she moves 
quickly to a small silver box that she must have brought in. "I 
have a surprise for you." 
 
I slip the gown over my head and scoot onto the bed, watching in 
amusement as my alien friend scurries, rummaging through the box. 
She quickly comes back from the other side of the room; handing me 
what appears to be a large brown envelope. "What is it?" I ask. 
 
"Open it." She says, a hint of excitement in her vocal tone. 
 
I open the flap and put my hand in, my fingers fishing through the 
contents. I pull it out and see that it is a notepad with blank 
pieces of paper. I put my hand in again, taking out a pencil, 
"Where did you get this?" I grin enthusiastically. 
 
"That does not matter. I thought you might want to write something- 
maybe to your loved one, maybe to your unborn offspring." 
 
I feel an instant tightness in my chest; I don't know if I should 
laugh or cry. "Will you get in trouble if they find out that you 
gave me this?" I ask concerned. 
 
"That is not important. I know that they will not bother you 
tonight. Write." 
 
I scoot up on my bed, leaning against the wall that is my headboard. 
I draw my knees up, resting the pad of paper, against them, rolling 
the pencil between my fingers. How silly this is-I never thought 
something as simple as a pencil would bring me this much joy. I 
begin to write. 
 
 
Dear Scully 
 
It has been nearly a month since I have seen you, confined in these 
four white walls, not a picture, a window, just whiteness that 
blends the walls and floor together. A small bed against the wall, 
and a nightstand is my furnishing. A small area in the corner of 
the room has been designated as my bathroom. There is a circular 
rod that holds up a shower curtain that would barely cover you. 
Hey, at least they gave me a toilet. Don't know what I'd do if that 
privilege were not available to me. 
 
Scully, there are some days that I want to claw the walls, to 
scream, to fall to the floor and cry, to loose all hope, but then I 
feel the gold cross you gave me that still hangs around my neck, and 
I clutch it between my fingers. I close my eyes and I see you; you 
and our baby. Yes, Scully, I know of our child. I was given the 
news a few days ago, when my guardian, Omra, had been sent to Earth 
on a mission. While there she shape-shifted into Teresa. Scully, 
that wasn't Teresa you saw with Skinner, it was Omra. 
 
Omra has been my protector, sort to speak. If it weren't for her, 
I'd surely have died a long time ago. She has given me the strength 
to believe that I will see you again. She has been here holding my 
hand when the tests are unbearable, when the pain is so strong 
that I can't take it anymore. She's consoled me when I've been put 
through shameful probing, 
 
Scully, when she told me about our baby, I...I...couldn't believe it 
at first, but then I knew that this child was brought to us as a 
gift to us-a gift of our love. Yes, Scully our love. I just hope 
that it isn't too late; to late to tell you how I feel about you-to 
show you my love, to tell you how much I love you. 
 
 
 
"Put it away, hide it, I think someone is coming," Omra warns, 
watching the light flicker from red to green on the wall mechanism. 
 
I quickly slip it under my pillow, hoping that they don't wheel 
the bed as they did before. 
 
I see Omra communicating with the tall grays, the same guards that 
seem to be the designated to take me to my torture chambers. She 
seems very animated, almost angry with them. I wonder why they are 
here so soon. It's only been a couple of hours since my last de- 
sperming. As Omra walks toward me, I swear I am seeing expressions 
on her face, but this one is one of sadness. I know that what she 
has to say is not going to be good for me. 
 
"Am I being strapped and taken again?" I ask silently. She bows her 
head in acknowledgement. "My letter; they'll see it." 
 
Omra turns to the tall guard and conveys orders to them, pointing at 
the door. One leaves and in seconds is back with a gurney. I know 
the procedure and this time without saying anything, I disrobe and 
lay on the gurney. Omra covers me up while the other two guards 
are strapping me in. 
 
"I'm sorry. I thought they were going to do this after your long 
slumber. I will be there with you. Nastro will be there as well-he 
will be one of the surgeons." 
 
"Surgeons?" I question, "What are they going to do to me?" 
 
I am wheeled again toward the room where I've been tested numerous 
times. I have lost count at how many times this has happened in the 
time I've been here. We pass a group of humans who are walking 
toward the commissary-must be lunch, who knows, maybe dinner, I 
don't even know anymore. This time I'm not taken to the same room, 
but another that looks typical of an operating room. Between the 
white walls and the chrome that shines, it's almost blinding. I see 
Omra follow and for a second she is held back, but I can see Nastro 
gesturing something to the others, who step aside and let her in. 
Without wasting any time, one of the helpers approach me and put a 
foam-like substance in my hair, soaking it. I look at the very 
sharp blade that is gripped in its hand and fear at where 
that is going to end up. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that by 
closing them, I won't feel. But I do, as the gray starts shaving my 
head. Gibson Praise flashes through my mind and that awful butcher- 
job they did on him. I feel the coldness across my skull, and hope 
that it's because of the cold water, but when I open my eyes, I can 
see my reflection on the mirrored top ceiling. I'm bald; my hair is 
all gone. I start to panic, I hyperventilate; I'm trying 
desperately to loosen the straps. 
 
I know that this might be my end.
I could see Omra sitting at the far end of the room, watching me, 
her face starting to show some kind of expression, an expression of 
sadness. I'm lying on an ice-cold table; four grays dressed in white 
medical clothing stand around it. They are unlike the ones on 
earth, different somehow, I can feel it. Nastro is among them. One 
of the shorter grays takes a syringe from the sterile tray, filling 
it with a clear liquid, measuring the amount with precision. I look 
at Nastro next to me, who is focusing on Omra watching from a 
distance, neither of them doing anything to stop the being holding 
the syringe. I imagine he is going to put the syringe in the IV 
drip but he doesn't. He takes my arm, which is strapped securely to 
the table and within seconds the cold fluid is going through my 
veins. I am panicking; I feel that the air is slowly being drawn 
from my lungs. I'm fighting it, but I can't, my eyes are closing 
into darkness. 
 
+++ 
 
Omra sits motionless in the corner, watching the medical doctors at 
work. She knows the reason for the surgery because Nastro has told 
her. It seems that Mulder's DNA is unlike most other human's. She 
remembers another young human, who also had the unique genetic 
makeup; a boy named Gibson. She wanted to stand close to her human 
friend; to touch him to reassure him, but moving would risk being 
sent out of the room. So, she waited patiently. 
 
It seemed like an eternity before Nastro finally turned to face her, 
bowing his head in acknowledgement. The surgery was finally coming 
to an end. 
 
Omra felt relieved the procedure had gone well, and sighed in 
pleasure, but her thoughts were interrupted when lights started 
flashing, monitor beeps blaring with piercing severity across the 
room. The medical technicians frantically went into emergency mode. 
The monitor that registered Mulder's heart rate displayed the change 
from the normal heart rate to a slower beep until it flat-lined. As 
Omra watched, stunned, Nastro pushed the gray away, quickly grabbing 
the defibrillator, the grays moving out as Nastro put the paddles 
against Mulder's chest. Mulder's body spontaneously jerked on the 
table when the jolt of electricity shot through his body, falling 
back limply onto the table. Nastro continued this action over and 
over until the feint beep of the monitors indicated Mulder's heart 
was working once again. 
 
Nastro's anger was obvious, as he abruptly communicated to the 
others to move while he finished the delicate operation. 
 
+++ 
 
Four months passed since Mulder's operation, a surgery that ended 
terribly. For four months, he lay still on his bed; dead to the 
world, to time, in a coma that was the cause of an error in 
judgement in an attempt to remove DNA from Mulder's brain cell. 
Nastro had been able to convince the higher-ups that it was 
important for Omra to take care of Mulder, to make sure he stayed 
alive. Omra stayed with him day and night, moving him every several 
hours to prevent bedsores, changing his IV, giving him baths, as 
well as constantly talking to him whether he heard or not. Omra 
hoped somewhere in her human friend's unconscious world, Mulder 
could hear the words and wanted to come back, his bond of love for 
Scully and their unborn child stronger then life or death. At times 
Omra would get her hopes up when Mulder showed signs of involuntary 
reflexes, mimicking conscious activities. She knew Mulder hated to 
be restrained, but there were times when she had no choice, the 
times where he would thrash in bed ripping the tubes and IV's. 
 
+++ 
 
My teeth are chattering, my skin shaking at the chilled feeling I am 
having right now. I feel my body damp with moisture, but yet I feel 
almost a calming sensation. My awareness is heightened at a soft 
gentle touch of a moist cloth stroking my legs, my thighs. I try to 
open my eyes, but they are heavy. I try to open my mouth, to speak, 
but my lips are dry and my mouth isn't cooperating. I concentrate 
until I can manage my eyes to open, just a little, blinking the 
bright lights, until I can open them completely. I see Omra, it 
looks like she is bathing me, moving the cloth with such tenderness. 
 
"Omra," I try to say, but the words aren't coming out. I try again 
to mouth the words, my dry lips cracking at the movement, "Omra." 
 
She still doesn't hear me. I want to get her attention, but my 
hands are strapped, unable to move. I slowly move my fingers and 
that slight movement hurts; I feel a stiffness. "Omra." 
 
She stops washing me, I think she hears me, "Omra" 
 
She turns at me, her black oblique eyes widening even more, a smile, 
I swear she smiled at me. "Fox!" 
 
She rushes to the head of the bed, stroking my face, moving my hair 
off of my face. 
 
"Hair, I have hair," my words are barely audible. 
 
I can hear her chuckle, yes, she is chuckling, "Yes Fox, you have 
hair." 
 
"But right before I fell asleep; I saw them shave my head bald, the 
doctors shaved my head." 
 
She looks at me silently for a long while, her smile fading away, 
"It has grown back, my son." 
 
She steps to the middle of the bed and starts untying the straps, 
taking a hold of my hands that don't want to move. She massages 
them, trying to get the blood to circulate. Then she steps down to 
the end of my bed and does the same to the straps that have my feet 
confined. She then takes each foot and gently massages them, 
bringing life back into them. "You must be cold, let me dry you. 
I was bathing you," she said, picking up a towel and rubbing it 
against my legs. I watch her gentle movements, puzzled over her 
hesitance at giving me answers. 
 
"Omra, I don't understand, what is going on? I was in surgery. I 
remember distinctly the beings shaving my head, then they injected 
me with something," I say, the words hard to distinguish. "I'm cold 
Omra, so cold" 
 
"Let me cover you, I must get you warm" she tells me, avoiding my 
questions. 
 
"What has happened, what have they done to me. I know I didn't 
dream them shaving my head," I'm insistent. 
 
She places a couple of blankets over me, then brings me a glass of 
water, lifting my head slightly to help me take a sip, "slowly, you 
must take small intakes of fluid." 
 
"Omra, I have to go to the bathroom," I tell her feeling my bladder 
ready to burst. 
 
"You are much too weak to stand up. You are connected to a 
catheter, just release your muscle control. It will take time to 
get your strength." 
 
"What do you mean it will take time, I close my eyes, dream that my 
head is shaven. I wake up barely able to speak, my body unable to 
move and connected to a damn hose to help me urinate, what the hell 
is going on?" my voice gets louder, cracking at some of the 
words. 
 
Omra turns away, almost trying to avoid my questions, but then 
stops, and turns back again, facing me. Her head bows, almost 
shameful at what she is about to tell me. "The surgery that was done 
on you was a success, in the eyes of my race, but something 
terribly wrong happened. Nastro has tried to explain it to me, but 
I am not of medical knowledge. Your heart stopped and after several 
tries, Nastro brought you back." 
 
I'm confused, my eyes furrowing at Omra's words that are not making 
any sense to me. "Brought me back from what?" 
 
"You died on the table, your heart stopped but Nastro was able to 
bring you back. This was four months ago." 
 
"What? What are you talking about, four months ago," my mind 
disarranged at what she has just told me. I can barely grasp the 
concept. 
 
"Fox, you have been in a coma for four months. That is why your 
hair has grown back. You have been in a deep sleep state all these 
months, as you call them in your human form. A small hole was 
drilled in your skull to reach your brain. A needle and syringe 
was used to reach the brain cavity. Once the brain cavity was 
invaded, cells were removed directly surrounding the part of the 
brain that was affected. This procedure was done because the 
doctors were trying to find the part of the brain and the DNA that 
we know makes you special, the 'active' DNA that all human forms 
have, but only a few have it activated. They wanted to extract some 
brain cells and analyze them, to figure out how we can make our race 
persevere." Omra explains in her monotone voice. 
 
"I have been by your side every moment. I have made sure that you 
were fed through your IV, I made sure you were clean by bathing you 
every day. I made sure you were turned often so as not to get sores 
on your form. I only put the restraints for moments at a time, as 
sometimes you moved violently and I was in fear of you hurting 
yourself." 
 
"Four months I've..." my voice cracks at the shock. "Scully, the 
baby, has..." 
 
"I do not believe that your loved one has had your child, not enough 
months have passed. I consulted a calendar and have kept up with 
the days as they have passed. It shows that in Earth time, it is 
around November, is that the correct word?" 
 
"November, my God, four months have passed, I've been in this place 
for 6 months" I state, my voice becoming strained with anger, my 
fists clenched in frustration. 
 
"Yes, I am afraid that is so," she tells me. "What day in November 
are we in, do you know?" I ask her anxiously. 
 
"It is the end of November. I have been studying human gestation 
and it appears that your offspring will be brought into existence 
around the end of December, that is the right word, correct?" 
 
I close my eyes and recall the memory of that evening where Scully 
and I were sitting on my couch; she telling me all about Daniel. All 
the years that had passed between us and all it took was a visit 
from her ex-boyfriend to bring us together; all that talk of fate. 
It was April, yes April 9th, how can I forget, April 9th when we 
conceived. 
 
"Fox, I am going to find Nastro, have him come and examine you. We 
must not let any of my race know that you have awaken." She tells me 
then worriedly asks, "Do you understand?" 
 
I nod and watch her turn and leave the room. I turn my head and 
notice the letter I started writing to Scully; a letter I started 
four months ago. It is on the small table next to my bed. I begin 
to outstretch my arm, to reach the paper and pencil, but my arm 
doesn't move. I can't move it at all. I try to sit up, but I can't 
do that either. My eyes fill with tears as I wonder whether they 
have left me paralyzed. Within a short time, both Omra and Nastro 
walk in, closing the doors behind them. 
 
"This is a most wonderful occurrence, you have waken up from your 
long sleep. I must examine you and see how you are," Nastro tells 
me, placing his medical satchel on the bed next to me. 
 
"I can't move my arm, my head..." I begin to tell him, but he 
ignores me and continues with his examination. He walks to the edge 
of the bed and pricks the bottom of my feet; I jerk them slightly. 
He smiles. 
 
"You have feeling on your feet, that is a good sign. Remember; you 
have been comatose for four long months. Your body has not had any 
form of movement. You will need to exercise your body parts, to get 
the muscles going again," he explains, moving to my thighs and 
slightly pricking them, and they twitch at the touch. He continues 
up my body, pricking my arms, and with each jab, a reflex occurs. 
"There does not seem to be any permanent damage. This cursory 
examination shows that you have feeling on your extremities. You 
will be fine. I will give Omra specific instructions for your 
rehabilitation. We must work hard, we need to get you up and around 
for our plan." 
 
"Why, for more tests?" 
 
"No, to help you escape. We have done an injustice to you and many 
Earth people; Omra has shown me this in the time you have been 
asleep. She has helped me see the cruelty we have done; not in the 
tests, but in taking humans away from their family." The doctor 
explains to me, still examining every part of me. 
 
I just look at him, thinking, wanting to ask. 
 
"You have a question for me?" he asks, stopping his ministrations. 
 
"You said I flat-lined. How did I come back? I looked around the 
operating room before...before they put me under and what I see is a 
lot of things that is used on Earth. Who taught whom?" I ask, 
curious. 
 
"Fox, Earth is such a juvenile planet. Do you not know that we have 
been around much longer then any living creature on your planet? 
How do you think your military has come up with its technology? 
Where do you think some of the cures have come from, from 
your illnesses and diseases that no longer show a threat to your 
human race? It is from us. So you see, Fox, we have brought many 
humans on Earth, but they have gone back with more knowledge then 
they had when they arrived." He stops talking to me long 
enough to check the IV drip and checks the catheter that is in me. 
 
"I hate that thing," I tell him, trying to lighten the conversation. 
I realize that if it wasn't for these two beings, I would have been 
dead long before-in fact four months ago, but I'm sure Omra caring 
for me has convinced her friend that maybe I'm worth saving. 
 
"I am sure you dislike it, but it was either this, or Omra changing 
the bedding every time you urinated," he teased. "Now, in the four 
months, I have taught Omra how to help you do an extensive regimen, 
to help you move the muscles that have not been moved in a long 
time. I have also taught her to remove the device from your body. 
But, this must be done when you are back on Earth. I'm sure she's 
told you why." 
 
I nod again in acknowledgement, in fact that's all I can move. 
 
"I will go and get some substance for you to eat. You must nourish 
yourself so we can get you up off the bed. Also, the faster you are 
able to move, you can have this taken off of you." He smiled, 
holding up the bag of urine. 
 
He left for a short while returning with a silver tray, a plate 
filled with food. Unfortunately, the food had not changed, still 
the gobbly-goop that was given to me before. "I told them it was 
for Omra and myself. They must not know you have waken." 
He tells me, the same thing that Omra had mentioned before. 
 
He lowers the tray on the table and walks out of the room, "I must 
leave, as they might wonder why I'm here so long. Omra, start 
moving his legs as soon as possible." With those last words, he 
departs. 
 
Omra approached the head of my bed, looking at me, her now constant 
smile on me, "Let's see if you are able to sit up. It will be easier 
for you to eat." 
 
"I don't know," I whisper, forcing the words as I try to rise up 
from the bed. My body starts shaking, beads of perspiration 
dropping down my forehead. That little movement tires me 
completely, "I can't." I am dead weight to her small body, but her 
strength surpassed mine. She realizes the frustration of my 
immobile state. 
 
"Do not worry; it will happen," she says to me, helping me lay back 
down, then starts spoon feeding me. 
 
Omra is patient as she waits for me to finish chewing my food; even 
my jaw in uncooperative. I finish, she cleans my mouth and then 
unhooks the bag of urine taking it to the bathroom, putting a clean 
bag back on. "Are you up to starting your rehabilitation?" she asks 
me. 
 
I am not sure what this little being has in store for me, but I can 
see that Nastro and Omra are determined in helping me leave this 
place. I smile in acknowledgement. 
 
She moves the blanket up to my thighs then positions herself at the 
foot of my bed. She takes my right foot, massaging my toes, my 
arches, my ankles, trying to get some circulation. She takes hold 
of my ankle and bends my leg at the knee, pushing my foot as 
close to my bottom as she could, then brings my leg back down. I 
feel a sharp pain through my leg as the muscles that have not moved 
in all these months are now moving. She ignores my groans and 
brings my leg back down to the bed, then does it again. I grip 
the sides of the bed with every pull and push of my leg. She does 
it about 10 times and then goes to my other leg to repeat the same 
procedure. She then moves to my arms and does the same thing, 
stretching my arm and then bending it at the elbow then raising it 
over my head, ten times in one arm and then ten times on the other. 
I watch this little being work hard, an intense stare on her face. 
 
"Omra, take it easy, you know, it does hurt." She ignores me and 
continues. 
 
After about an hour of exerted regimen she finally finishes. "I 
apologize for hurting you, but this must be done. We will do this 
again in a couple of hours. While you were comatose, Nastro taught 
me many things for your survival. I did this regimen often, but I 
must admit that I was getting discouraged. We have your escape well 
mapped out and when you are able, we will proceed. You must try 
very hard to get well soon, as our next journey to Earth will be in 
4 days."
"Four days?" I ask her, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I 
suddenly realize that I may be going home. 
 
"Yes. This is the time we have decided to help you escape." She 
moves to the corner of the room; bending down, stretching her long 
arm behind the small cabinet to pull out a satchel. She approaches 
me, placing it on the bed, opening it up. "Nastro has brought me 
all the equipment that I need to remove the tracking device. 
Although I am not a medical technician, he has instructed me on the 
procedure," she says, pulling out a long silver cylinder rod. 
 
"Omra, please don't tell me that thing is going in me, and if so, 
just where are you planning on sticking it in?" my face paling at 
the thought. 
 
"You pick one," she teases. 
 
"How about none," I adamantly respond. 
 
"Well, unfortunately it has to be one, and it's not the cavity that 
you intake your substance." 
 
I twitch uncomfortably, my stomach clenching and fluttering, 
thinking about how many times I've been probed and jabbed. She 
returns the rod back in and walks it back to it's hiding place. 
 
"What if I am still not ambulatory in four days?" I ask her. 
 
"This is not open for discussion. It is a must that we move you 
that day. If you are not ambulate, you will have to stay in this 
spaceship for a very long time. Our next scheduled trip to Earth 
will not be for another year, that is 12 months, correct?" 
 
That last bit of information has worried me, especially as parts of 
my body still feel numb. Within the hour Omra is back again, never 
showing any bit of exhaustion, her mission at hand, helping me get 
my health back. 
 
"Omra, what if I didn't wake up from my coma in four days, would I 
have stayed here for another year?" I ask her. 
 
"No, Nastro and I were going to remove you somehow from the ship. 
We had plans for that as well. It would have been very dangerous 
and if caught, we would all be exterminated. So we are very grateful 
that you have awaken. Now concentrate in each movement," she tells 
me, pushing my legs back and forth, massaging them. 
 
I'm too excited to go to sleep. How can I be sleepy after four 
months of hibernation? After 24 hours of on-and-off-therapy, I'm 
able to move my arms slightly, but at least I'm able to scratch my 
nose. "Omra, can you hand me the letter I started four months ago?" 
She stops her massages and gives me the pad of paper and pencil. 
 
I glance at the material I had written and it saddens me to think 
that so much time has passed. But somehow the news that Omra has a 
plan to release me has given me hope. I get the notepad and begin to 
write: 
 
'Scully, I have been in a coma-state for four months, a total of six 
months away from you. The fact that I have missed most of your 
pregnancy and have not had the opportunity to watch your stomach 
blossom is tormenting me. I wish I were with you. I was completely 
disabled when I woke up, but with the complete persistence of my 
alien friend, she says that I will be able to see you in less then a 
week. I am trying very hard to get my strength back because if I 
don't succeed, I am afraid that I will never see you again. My 
eidetic mind remembers the words you told me last year, let me 
paraphrase them here for you. ' You're not suppose to die, not 
here!' Then you told me something I have never forgotten, '...you 
must get up. You must get up and fight. You...most of all. This is 
not your place, get up Mulder, fight your fight' I am fighting 
Scully, I will give it all I can to be with you in less then a 
week.' 
 
I put the pencil down, my stomach churning with excitement and also 
the danger that will befall us if we make an error in judgement. 
 
I pull the covers off of my body and try to move my legs. Although 
still feeling stiff, I can move them. I hold the bag full of urine 
and slide myself to the border of the bed, swinging my legs slowly, 
over the edge. I stand up slowly gripping on to the mattress so 
as not to lose my balance. My legs wobble at my weight and I feel a 
tinge of nausea. 'This is not a good idea,' I say out loud. 
 
"What the..." Omra shouts, as she appears from the bathroom. 
 
I jump at her shrieking voice and drop the bag of urine onto the 
floor. "I liked it better when I couldn't hear you, when you didn't 
have a voice...you startled me." say loudly looking down at the 
puddle on the floor. 
 
"You could have waited for me to help you. Now who is going to 
clean that mess on the floor?" she asks angrily, going back into the 
bathroom. She returns in seconds with a wet cloth "You could have 
also ripped the catheter out of you." 
 
With those last words, I cringe at the thought of the extra pain I 
would have had. 
 
"And where were you planning on going?" she asks, bending down to 
clean up the urine off the floor. I feel bad that I have created a 
new mess for her to deal with. 
 
"To the bathroom to..." then I realize the brainless idea I had. 'How 
could I pee with this thing in me, "You made your point, now what?" 
I ask, urine dripping down my leg and onto the floor. 
 
She gets off the floor and walks back to the bathroom to dispose of 
the cloth, returning quickly. "Don't move, I'm going to get Nastro." 
 
"I think that's a great idea, I'll just stand right here." 
 
I see her stomp out of the room, visualizing the fumes coming out of 
those tiny little slit she has for ears, ready to kill me for my 
stubbornness. I think the best thing I could do right now is just 
be as still as I can and wait for the repercussion I am about to 
have from Nastro. 
 
The door opens to my room, Nastro and Omra enter together and walk 
toward me, Nastro has his hands pressed against his small waist, I 
gather he is not in a good mood. 
 
"You are very incorrigible, what if you would have fallen and 
damaged yourself more. We have a timetable here to follow." With 
those words, he forces me back to bed and with brute force, he pulls 
the catheter out from within me, a cold chilled pain is filled 
through my body. I try to hold my breath so I won't let out a 
scream. 
 
"There goes the gold star I was going to give you on your great 
bedside manner," I say through clench teeth. I know I have to keep 
quiet; I can't let anyone know on the ship I've come out of my coma. 
"I guess I had this coming to me, sorry," is all I could say 
through my gasps. 
 
"I should make you finish cleaning your mess," Nastro snorts 
angrily. "You are disrupting our carefully prepared escape plans by 
your foolish actions. Now that you are free of the catheter, let me 
help you to the bathroom. 
 
Omra and Nastro take a hold of my arm on each side of me. I take 
each step slowly until I reach the bathroom. 
 
"Can I take a shower?" I ask them both. They both look at me and 
seem to agree. Omra walks to the shower, then turns on the water, 
adjusting it to how I like it. 
 
"You need to be careful that you do not fall. You must make it 
quick before you tire." Nastro instructs. 
 
I step in the shower holding onto the wall for support. I let the 
spray of the showerhead hit against my body. It feels so good to 
feel clean, but at the same time the water weakens me. I feel the 
blood rush down and I feel faint. "Help!" is all I could yelp as I 
slip to the floor. 
 
The two beings open the curtain; helping me out of the shower, 
toweling me down and helping me walk back to the bed. 
 
"You will not pull this stunt again," Nasto says with anger. 
 
"Not to worry, I'll never do that again," I tell them, my eyes 
closing with exhaustion. "Now, is it possible for me to take a 
nap?" 
 
Two days pass rapidly and my therapy is not going as quickly as I 
would like it to be. I could feel the two grays are nervous at what 
they are planning on doing but they don't confide in me what those 
plans are. Today, the day before the attempt escape, the two are 
coming in and out of my room, both sitting at the far end discussing 
and planning. Nastro takes the satchel that Omra had shown me 
earlier, the one that contained the equipment to remove the device. 
Omra is very attentive at all Nastro is telling her, watching him 
holding the rod in his hand. Every once in awhile they turn to 
look at me and then go back to their conversations. At times I feel 
they are disagreeing with something; almost upset with each other, 
or maybe it's a worried look. I turn my head, facing the small 
table and see my letter to Scully, and all I can think about now is 
that this plan has to work. 
 
I have lost track of day or night; I rely on my body sensing that it 
must be time to rest. I then close my eyes, hoping to restore any 
energy that I might have in me for my breakout. 
 
+ + + 
 
"I don't know, Omra, I cannot let you do this on your own. What if 
you are unable to return to the ship? And if you are able, what 
will you say about the missing prisoner?" Nastro communicates to 
Omra telepathically so Mulder will not hear their conversation. 
 
"You know I must do this. If they take my life form, then it must 
be, but I will not go back on my word. I have discussed this with 
you many times now," Omra replies, looking at Mulder, then back to 
Nastro. "He is asleep now, that is good, he needs his 
rest." 
 
Nastro turns his head toward Mulder, then back to Omra, "Then, I 
will go with you, to make sure you will be alright and that you will 
come back to me. I cannot bear to be without you. You have taught 
me so much in these last months." 
 
"No, I cannot let you do that. If they have any idea that you are 
with me on this, they will truly destroy you. You have much at 
stake here." 
 
"To do what? To give torturous tests to these humans that we take 
away from the security of their homes and the warmth of loved ones. 
I would prefer to live like the humans do, in a world where the 
balance of life is not always tested, or feared." Nastro conveys to 
Omra, closing the metallic box. We have the plans now, there is 
nothing else we can do except wait for the appropriate time. It is 
best to do this when darkness is still upon us. I will come to you 
at that time and we will proceed." With those last words, Nastro 
stands up from the corner where they were checking the medical 
instruments and firearms if they were needed. "We will 
succeed...for him and for us." 
 
Omra watches her best friend walk out-she knows the fear that must 
be in him. She feels the same fear. When she had first thought of 
the escape, she had no one, she didn't care if her life was extinct, 
but now she views Nastro in a different light, and not coming 
back to him would be devastating. But she made a promise, and a 
promise is a promise. She stands up and walks over to where Mulder 
is sleeping. She pushes the lose strands of hair from his face. 
She moves the collar of his hospital gown and carefully picks up the 
gold cross that has never been taken off. She smiles, and then 
covers him up, walking to a nearby chair to rest, as the following 
day might be her last. 
 
+ + + 
 
Space, darkness and time were a continuous motion, always ebony for 
them. Landing on Earth always brought the lightness of the day, but 
for the moment, it was the middle of the night when they chose to 
descend. The spacecraft silently hovered over the familiar trees 
of Oregon. Tall trees ferociously oscillating from the energy of 
the ship. A bright orange-red beam of light radiated the night sky. 
The ship wavered back and forth, hovering for a perfect moment to 
land. They would stay quiet, covering the ship with a protected 
force field until daybreak. At which time the mission at hand would 
be followed, more humans captured for their own survival. 
 
 
The door to Mulder's chamber's opens and Nastro dressed in military 
attire, walks in after taking one last glance at the hallway. He 
sees Omra nestled comfortably on the chair, close to Mulder's bed, 
one arm resting on Mulder's leg. Nastro quietly moves closer to 
Omra, gently placing his long-fingered hand over Omra's shoulder. 
He doesn't want to startle her, or wake Mulder up. They first 
needed to talk. Omra's stirred slightly at the touch, looking up at 
Nastro, then down at his garments. 
 
"Why do you have your military garb on?" she asks. 
 
"You are not to go alone. I will go with you, and if you don't make 
it back, we both will not come back. Now it's time to wake him up, 
this has to be done with exact precision." 
 
Omra's chest felt heavy, and she wondered why, since there was no 
such thing as emotions or feelings, but yet she was feeling them 
with more intensity. But stranger feelings had happened little by 
little, from years back when she was Samantha's guard and now with 
this young man that she knew suffered for much too long. She stood 
up from her comfortable position on the chair and with a tender 
touch she woke Mulder up. 
 
+ + + 
 
"Is it time?" I ask Omra, my eyes heavy with sleep. 
 
"It is time, let me help you get up," she tells me as she clasps my 
arm with her fingers. I slowly move my stiffened legs over the edge 
of the bed. I look across the room and see Nastro with a shiny 
silver outfit that I've become accustomed to seeing on the military 
guards. "Why is he dressed like that?" I ask Omra softly. 
 
"He is going to help me get you out," she tells me. I can tell that 
this is not her choice, but she has accepted the decision. 
 
"Do not move, I do not want you to fall if you are still weak." She 
walks over to the metallic box and opens it up. She pulls something 
out of the box, but I'm unable to see as her back is toward me. She 
turns around and on her hands are my clothes, the same clothes that 
I had on that May day when I was taken. 
 
"I don't think it would be wise to run in this hospital gown. Scoot 
onto the floor and let me help you put your garments." She tells me, 
setting the clothes on the bed, then stretching her hand out to me 
to steady my shaking body. 
 
"My boxers, I can wear underwear again," I smile. "This 'flapping 
in the breeze' for six months was not my choice." I tease. I make 
light of the situation, knowing that in a short while, none of us 
could be alive, but I have to fight, as Scully said to me last year. 
Omra hands me my blue jeans and my black T-shirt and zipped up 
jacket. I put the clothing on the bed, taking the jeans first. I 
bend down to start putting them on and another wave of dizziness 
hits, 'this is not good' I think to myself, but I don't tell her. 
She is much too smart and sees the green tinge to my face. 
 
"Let me help you," she says as she takes the jeans and bends down, 
helping me put in one leg at a time. She pulls up my pants and I 
can see I've lost a lot of weight. 
 
"The gown might be more appropriate, as these might fall off if we 
have to run," I joke. I take the T-shirt and jacket and pull them 
on. Omra bends down, lifting each foot gently, sliding my socks 
over my feet and putting my tennis shoes on, 'I'm ready'. 
 
"I need to go to the bathroom," I tell them, walking slowly toward 
the bathroom, holding on to anything I can touch. I go in there for 
the last time, I hope, and take one last glance into the mirror. My 
face feels older, although I know six months doesn't change one's 
appearance that much, but I feel it. I have a couple days stubble 
on my face and my hair is shoulder-length. I could easily slip in to 
a Woodstock concert, oh yes, but Scully said I wasn't there. I take 
care of nature and wash my hands and face, then slowly turn and 
leave the room for my last time. I look at both of them and take a 
big sigh and say; "I'm ready."
"They are all in the chambers; it is time for their slumber. There 
are guards stationed in sections of the ship, so we must be very 
careful," Nastro says, watching Omra putting the equipment from the 
metallic box into a black colored satchel. "Can you walk on your 
own?" he asks me. 
 
"Yes," I respond, taking each step carefully, feeling the shaking of 
my legs. 
 
Omra put her hand on the mechanism--the door opens to an empty 
hallway. She walks slowly, peering both ways, right and then left, 
then turns to give us a sign to follow. Nastro throws the satchel 
over his shoulder and takes hold of my left arm, Omra taking a 
hold of my right as we pass her. If an alien discovered us, their 
plan was to say I had woken up from my coma and was being taken to 
the infirmary. My heart was beating over-time, I couldn't control 
my thoughts, the anticipation of going home occupies most of my 
thinking process. 
 
The sleeping chambers were on the top section of the ship. We needed 
to walk fast, but my legs weren't cooperating. We walk through 
 
sections I had not seen before continuous white halls. We passed 
open door rooms that were brightly lit, with a hazy luminosity 
from indirect sources in the walls; the atmosphere dank, cool and 
foul smelling. We walk near the eating area where I remember we 
congregated to have our breaks. "Teresa, where is Teresa?" I ask. 
 
Omra didn't have to say anything; she bowed her head to let me know 
that Teresa had lost the battle, "She did not want to live anymore. 
We did nothing to terminate her existence, she took her own." 
 
Before I had a chance to respond to this news, I felt a strong push 
into my side, causing me to fall into a side room, pain radiating 
through my already weakened body. I hit the floor with a thud. I 
got up slowly, trying to steady myself against the wall. As I took 
a pace toward the doorframe I saw one of the tall guards talking to 
Nastro and Omra so I ducked out of his vision, but kept an eye on my 
friends. Their arms were animated, gesturing to the way we had jut 
left, obviously they trying to distract the guard with false 
truths. 
 
They were there for a couple of minutes, before the taller guard 
finally walked away. Omra rushed in the room, "I apologize for 
having to do this, but we..." 
 
"I understand Omra, that was close," I replied to her, following her 
back into the hall. "Isn't there a shorter way out of here, maybe a 
back way?" 
 
"Unfortunately there is not, we must hurry," Nastro said, "I was 
just informed that I will be needed today for surgery. They are 
going to start their abductions sooner and they are planning to 
bring in about 10 previous abductees. He is on his way to get the 
patrol ready." 
 
We walk faster, both of the grays surveying the area, looking from 
side to side. We get to one of the operating rooms that I was 
taken, a renewed sense of anger hits me, but I must learn to put 
this aside, I am going to be free. 
 
Everything would have been fine if we hadn't had to walk by the 
glassed--room. I remember seeing it when I was being wheeled to one 
of my sperm extraction procedures; the room that had the small 
child-like hybrids. I know that time was of the essence, but I 
had to stop this time. There are small beds on one side of the 
room, and all the little children are sleeping. One of the small 
hybrids that appeared to be about 4 years old sees me and gets up 
 
off of its bed. The child approaches the window. She looks just 
like a human being, a red headed, green-eyed beautiful little girl, 
her big eyes glaring at me. 'Scully,' I whisper as I put my right 
hand up against the glass. The child looks at me, then my hand and 
raises her hand to touch mine through the glass. I gasp and take an 
unexpected step back as I see her four elongated fingers on the 
glass. An instant emotion comes over me, almost a sick feeling in 
the pit of my stomach when I see this child, so normal, and yet, not 
completely. I then think about the sperm that was taken from me. 
 
"How many of my children will be caged in areas like this?" I demand 
angrily, my eyes filling with unexpected tears. Omra stops for a 
second to look at the child before me. The little girl watches my 
sadness and the tear that escapes me. I try to conceal my 
feelings, but she knows. She removes her hand from the glass and 
holds it before her eyes, looking at her elongated fingers, then she 
looks down at mine. Her eyes fill with tears as she gives me one 
last sad look and returns to her bed. 
 
"We have no time, we must hurry," Nastro insists, pulling my arm to 
continue our walk to freedom. Omra stays back for a second, taking 
one last look at the child. She looks at me oddly. 
 
We step onto a moving ramp that descends to a floor beneath the one 
we were on, "We are close," Nastro states. 
 
I can feel my heart beating fast against my ribs, the envision of 
freedom, the anticipation of seeing Scully, the excitement of 
placing my hand on her stomach, feeling our child move beneath my 
embrace. After a few more corridors we see the door. We are just 
feet away; I could literally taste my freedom. Nastro reaches out to 
open the small 
compartment. 
 
My mind goes back to the hybrids in that room and I have to ask, 
"How many children will you produce through the sperm that you have 
taken from me?" He does not answer but I see Omra looking oddly at 
me again. I have to stop thinking of that right now and focus on 
our escape. I see the 15 small white buttons. I panic, wondering 
if he knows the combination to the mechanism. 
 
"Nastro, I want you to open the door and take Fox with you. There 
is something I must do," Omra says quietly. 
 
"What are you saying, you must not go back, it is much too dangerous 
and it is nearly time for the guards to leave their quarters." 
Nastro replies anxiously. 
 
I grab her arm, "Omra, what are you talking about, you have been my 
only companion, my survival is because of you, you can't leave me," 
I tell her. 
 
 
"My son, there is one last thing I must do. Nastro will take good 
care of you as I did through your incarceration. Let me go now so I 
can return as soon as I can." And with her last words, she scurried 
back through the corridor we had just exited. 
 
In the months that I was confined I saw the changes in these beings, 
the more I saw them, the more I saw expressions develop in them. I 
could now discern the pain that Nastro was in as he watched Omra 
disappear. Nastro pressed the buttons on the console and the 
door opened. I could feel the coldness of the air as it hit my 
lungs and it was a wonderful moving air. A still very dark, I could 
see the beauty of the trees, and silently cheered as the slight mist 
sprinkled against my face. Just two steps and I would step on 
tierra firma, just two steps. 
 
With this last thought, Nastro and I took those steps and all hell 
broke loose, a loud piercing sound reverberated against the walls, 
strobe lights flashing red and yellow. 
 
"You must run, they have found us out," Nastro hollered, grabbing my 
arm and taking those steps to Earth. My legs were weak, but I 
couldn't let them betray me, I had to run for my life. We ran and 
ran until we found an open area in the forest, among the tree's 
we found an opening to a cave. 
 
"Omra, do you think they captured her?" I ask, breathing heavy, the 
piercing cold wind hitting me. 
 
"I do not know. Fox, we must remove the device from within you 
quickly. They know that there was an escape. They will go to the 
control panel and start checking, we have little time," he pants, 
throwing the satchel to the ground, opening it up and taking that 
silver cylinder out. "I had shown Omra to do this, but I guess it 
will be I. Take off your clothes, QUICKLY," he instructs firmly. 
 
I had been nude and violated so many times in the last 6 months that 
this didn't even bother me, especially as I knew that this time 
would be the final time. I strip off my jeans and boxers and lay on 
my back on the cold rocky ground. I bend my knees and plant my 
 
feet firmly on the ground. I look up at the crevices on the rocky 
cave, graffiti written on the walls, most likely from juveniles, 
playing in these dark pits. I try to occupy my mind, anything to 
take my mind off of what Nastro is about to do. 
 
"There is a magnet at the end of this rod that will attach itself to 
the tracking device. Now, take a deep breath as I insert this. It 
will not be pleasant." 
 
"That is the biggest understatem..." I start to say as I feel the 
hard rounded rod go up my rectum. I hold my breath, trying 
desperately not to yell. The pain is excruciating as I 
feel the rod move from side to side. 
 
"I am very sorry, under better circumstances I would be able to see 
through a monitor where I am to move this, but right now I am just 
guessing." He says to me, as if that is going to assure me. Then I 
feel a snap, and I see him smile. He pulls the rod out slowly, 
and at the end is the small computer chip attached to the magnet. 
He picks up a rock and slams it against the chip, it breaking it 
many pieces. 
 
"We must leave this place as they will track the last place this 
chip was at," he says to me urgently. 
 
I try to sit up, but my rectum is burning. I slowly lift my boxers 
and jeans back on and stand wincing as the pain moved through me. 
 
"Give me the device," I tell him. We step out of the cave and I 
throw it as far as I can, up toward the trees, hoping it would lodge 
on a branch. He picks up the satchel and takes a hold of my arm as 
we leave the cave. I look back for a second and see many beings 
coming out of the ship, weapons in hand. I hold tightly the pit of 
my stomach hoping the pain would go away. I feel wetness and I know 
I'm bleeding, but I can't stop. I'm so close to freedom. 
 
+ + + 
 
There is a lot of confusion, guards running through the corridors, 
all carrying their laser weapons. Omra tries to get to her 
destination. She first decides to go back to Mulder's chambers, to 
see if they've already discovered of his disappearance. She 
hesitates at first, worried that she'll be found out and forced to 
tell all, but she will not. She walks in the chambers that was 
Mulder's home for six months. A melancholy feeling washes over 
her, but she knows that what they did to her human friend was not 
right. She walks to the bed and looks at the little table-the 
letter. Mulder had left the letter he wrote to Scully. Omra picks 
it up, folds it and stuffs it into the pocket of her uniform. She 
leaves the room and heads to the place that she needs to go. She 
opens the door and walks in, and approaches the guard sitting in the 
front. 
 
 
"What is your business here, Omra?" he asks. 
 
"Nastro has given me instructions to pick up the vial of sperm from 
my prisoner. They are ready to use the contents." 
 
Without a word, the guard stands up, opening the door to the 
refrigerated bank. Within minutes he returns holding 4 vials of 
cloudy white liquid. 
 
"Thank you for your help." Omra takes the vials and places them in 
her other pocket and starts heading for the exit. 
 
"Omra, there has been an escape in one of the chambers. There is 
chaos everywhere and we are unable to find out at this moment which 
prisoner it was," the leader informs Omra, "Is your prisoner still 
comatose?" 
 
"Yes, he is. I do not believe that he will come out of it soon. 
What is it that you want me to do?" Omra asks. 
 
"You must leave your post and take your weapon and join the guards 
to search for the escapee." 
 
"Would you like for me to go to Earth with the others?" Omra asked, 
hoping the answer would be yes. 
 
"At once, yes, go." 
 
+ + + 
 
"Nastro, you need to get back to the ship and save Omra," I tell 
him, panting for air as we are running through the trees. 
 
"I promised Omra that I would keep you safe, and that is what I must 
do." 
 
We continue running, the wet ground soaking my tennis shoes. I 
don't think that Nastro feels temperatures because he isn't 
complaining. I turn my head and see the beings getting closer, a 
laser beam hitting against the tree, we both fall to the ground, a 
branch falling between us. We get up and start running again. 
Every inch of my body hurts and I don't know how much more my legs 
can carry me. I feel the heat of another laser beam hit the tree 
next to us, a spark of fire hitting my arm. I stop, brushing away 
quickly the hot embers that have made a hole through my jacket and 
are now burning my arm. 
 
"There, straight ahead, I see a cabin about 100 yards in front of 
us, we have to reach it," I yell at Nastro. 
 
"You continue on; go to the structure, save yourself. I will lose 
them," Nastro says to me. I look at him, concerned about his 
eminent death if he returns. Right before my eyes, I see a mirror 
image of myself; Nastro has shape-shifted to my body. He will lose 
them while I run to safety. I can't believe these beings, they 
risked their life for me and now they are willing to end it for me. 
I take a step forward and take him to my arms. 
 
"Please take care of yourself, and please find Omra for me. Tell 
her I love her. Tell her I'll keep her in my thoughts for the rest 
of my life." I tell him, my voice cracking at the pain I feel and 
the knot in my throat. I watch Nastro running the opposite way, 
weaving in and out of the trees, trying hard to make the beings 
follow him. I am in so much pain, my arm burning for the ember that 
hit my arm, my legs feel like led, and the procedure that was done 
in the cave was not making me feel any better, but I needed to put 
the pain aside and head toward that cabin. 
 
Within minutes I reach the cabin, a solitary structure surrounded by 
pine trees all the way around. I have no idea what time it is, but 
it must be late. I look through the window and see an old oak 
grandfather clock; it's 4:30 in the morning. I pound on the door 
over and over again, looking at the bright light in the horizon. 
The light turns on in one of the rooms and the curtain is opened 
from behind the window. 
 
"Please, help me, please. I'm a federal agent and I need help," I 
 
shout. 
 
"Let me see your I.D," the elderly lady asks me. 
 
"I don't have it, please I'm telling the truth," I desperately 
plead. 
 
"Call my partner, call her, please," I beg. 
 
She closes the drapes and I feel lost. 
 
So close but yet so far. 
 
I look again at the horizon where I can still see the orange light 
of the spacecraft. I am about to turn away from the cabin, knowing 
that I have lost the fight, when I am thrown to the ground, a loud 
explosion ripping through the forest. A huge fireball bursting up 
as high as the eye could see. "Omra, Nastro," I yell. 
 
I can't hold my emotions anymore. Everything has hit me at the same 
time. My return to Earth, the loss of Nastro and the alien who 
literally saved my life, Omra. I will always be grateful to them, 
they risked their lives for me and they are now dead. My eyes fill 
with 
tears and I start to sob. I'm lying on the ground in a ball, crying 
like a baby when I feel an arms embrace me. 
 
"What was that explosion" I heard a voice say to me. I look up into 
the eyes of an elderly lady, who has taken me into her arms, "Son, I 
believe you, come on in." She helps me get up, I stagger into the 
house and fall on her couch, exhausted and in pain. 
 
"The phone, please I need to call my partner." 
 
The elderly lady walks to the other room then comes back with a 
cordless phone and hands it to me. 
 
My fingers are shaking, I can't believe I am calling her. My 
fingers punch the numbers one number at a time. The phone rings, 
once, twice, three times, I don't even realize I'm holding my 
breath. 
 
"Scully," she says half asleep. 
 
 
At the sound of her voice I start to cry, my words are trapped in my 
mouth, and I can't say anything. 
 
"This is Scully, who is this?" 
 
"It's me Scully, this is Mulder."
There was silence for what felt like an eternity, then a very faint 
response, "Mulder, is it...is it really you?" her hopeful voice 
barely above a whisper. "My God...my God, where are you?" 
 
Hearing the slight catch to her voice, Mulder closed his eyes, 
relief washing over him. "I'm back in Oregon...I...think." Mulder 
spoke softly, his hands beginning to shake as the realization that 
he really was back on Earth, and listening to Scully's familiar 
voice, completely overwhelmed him. The adrenaline rush from the 
escape now drained from him and he slumped wearily onto a chair. 
 
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her questions came furiously one 
right after another. 
 
"I'm okay, at least I am now. Scully, I missed you so much," his 
voice quivered as he held the handset tightly to his ear with both 
hands, afraid that if he didn't hold it tight, she would disappear, 
he would disappear. 
 
"Tell me where you are, Mulder. I have to send Skinner to get you, I 
can't trav..." she began to say. 
 
"I know Scully, I know why you can't come for me," he replied, his 
voice low. 
 
"What do you mean you know?" 
 
"You can't fly right now, because...because...you are pregnant, 
carrying our child." He mumbled, the thickness in his throat 
unveiling his emotion to her. 
 
Mulder could hear small sniffles transmitting through the phone 
line, proclaiming through the silence that Scully was trying hard to 
remain strong but was failing "But how did...how do you know?" 
Scully sobbed. "If you only knew Mulder what I've been through, what 
your disappearance has done to me, especially at a time like this." 
 
 
"That's not important right now. There will be plenty of time. 
Scully, tell Skinner I'm at...wait let me ask." He said, moving the 
receiver away from his ear and turning to the elderly lady who was 
kind enough to let him in. 
 
 
"My address is 1123 Limberlost." 
 
"What city are we in?" Mulder asked. 
 
The woman raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down, "Son, you 
really don't know where you're at, do you? You are in Bellefleur, 
Oregon." 
 
Mulder put the receiver back to his ear and gave Scully the address. 
 
"I'll call Skinner right now, Mulder...I...I missed you so much." 
 
"I've missed you too, Scully, so very much. You have no idea," he 
whispered, "Tell Skinner to hurry, bye" and he hung up the phone 
before the tears that threatened to fall were obvious to her. 
 
+ + + 
 
 
Scully heard the click of the phone, but she didn't want to return 
it to its cradle, afraid that if she lost any connection with the 
handset he would vanish again. This wasn't a dream; it couldn't be 
a dream. She looked around the room, touching her face, her 
 
swollen stomach, making sure that she was awake...yes, she was 
awake. Wiping away the tears from her cheeks, she pressed the 
connection button and stabbed the quick dial to Skinner's home 
number. 
 
'It's 8:00 in the morning, Skinner, you can't still be asleep. 
Answer the phone' Scully thought to herself, her fingernails tapping 
nervously against the phone. 
 
She sighed in relief when he answered on the tenth ring, "Skinner," 
came his voice, groggy with sleep, "Skinner." 
 
 
"Sir, it's Scully," she blurted, unable to hide the emotions. 
 
"Scully, what's the matter, is the baby alright?" Skinner asked 
quickly. Scully could hear the thin whispery sounds of sheets 
sliding away from his body, as though he was changing position on 
his bed. 
 
"I'm fine Sir, I am more fine than I've ever been. I just received 
a phone call right now, Sir. It's Mulder, he's...he's back, Sir. 
He's come back to me." Scully said, trying desperately not to lose 
her composure. 
 
"Mulder is back, where, when?" Skinner asked, bouncing off the bed, 
"But how?" 
 
"Sir, he says he's okay, but his voice sounded weary and tense, 
which indicates to me that he isn't ok. You know I can't travel, you 
need to go get him and bring him back to me," she explained to him, 
giving him the complete address of his location. 
 
"He's back where he vanished?" Skinner asked, astonished. 
 
"Yes he is, and Sir, he knows about the baby." 
 
"But how?" Skinner asked. 
 
"I don't know Sir, it's Mulder, he will never cease to amaze me. 
How soon can you leave, Sir?" 
 
"I'm getting ready as we speak. I'll have him back with you before 
nightfall." Skinner said, hanging up the phone, picking up his 
clothes and hurrying to the shower to get ready. 
 
+ + + 
 
"Son, you don't look very well, why don't you come with me," the 
elderly lady says to me, taking the handset away from my clenched 
fist, returning it to its cradle. I look up, my face feeling years 
older, my exhaustion finally taking over. 
 
"No, I don't feel well at all. Ma'am, I really appreciate you taking 
me in. You are nice to take a chance on a stranger." I tell her, 
holding her small wrinkled papery hand within mine. 
 
"Son, I am 70 years old, and I think by now I know how to read 
people. And you, my boy, you have the face of an angel, a boy that 
has suffered a lot. My name is Ruth, and yours?" 
 
"Fox, Fox Mulder," I reply, smiling wearily. 
 
"Fox, now that's an unusual name, but I like. Okay, Fox, son, let's 
get you up to the bedroom. You need to sleep and I'm sure you are 
starving. And by the look of those pants, practically falling off 
your hips, I assume you haven't had a good nourishing meal in a long 
time." Ruth says, helping me off the couch, taking me by my arm and 
escorting me to the nearest bedroom in her small cabin. "Let me 
take off your jacket. By the looks of the hole on your jacket, you 
must have burned your arm on the explosion," she offers, "Now let's 
remove your shoes." 
 
I grimace for a second, recalling that in the last 6 months, I had 
been bathed, changed and fed by everyone and everything other than 
myself, "Thank you, I do need help." 
 
Ruth gently removes my jacket, "My dear, boy, you are badly burned 
on your arm. Let me see if I have anything to fix you up," she 
finishes, picking up my legs, helping me move them onto the bed. I 
sigh in contentment as I lay myself out fully on the very soft 
mattress and pull the comforter up to my neck. At this moment I 
feel the safest I have in the past 6 months. Ruth continues to fuss 
around me, and I let myself enjoy it. 
 
"I'll be okay, I just need to sleep. Ruth, before you leave, you 
need to call the police about the fireball, the explosion that 
happened in the distance," I say, my voice already starting to slur 
with exhaustion. 
 
"Oh, Fox, that is such a natural occurrence in these parts that I 
tend to ignore them. Funny thing; some folks around here insist 
they are flying saucers. I don't know, I think they are just kids 
 
playing with matches. But if you feel like I should, I will. Let 
me get you a wet cloth to wash that burned area on your arm." She 
begins, and I didn't hear the rest of her sentence as I drift off to 
sleep. 
 
+ + + 
 
"Son, wake up. You're having a bad nightmare," Ruth insists, gently 
shaking me awake. "I was in the other room and I heard your creams. 
They must have done horrible things to you, for you to be in such a 
fearing state." 
 
I gasp, sitting up so quickly that I almost knocks Ruth to the 
floor, "I'm sorry, I was having a nightmare." 
 
"What did they do to you, boy?" she asks me again, picking up the 
wet rag from the table, wiping the perspiration from my drenched 
forehead. 
 
I don't say anything, just lay there, relaxing into the gentle touch 
of this caring, elderly woman. "What time is it?" I ask, ignoring 
her question, looking around for a clock. 
 
"It's about 9:00 in the morning." Ruth says, cleaning the area 
around the burn, "Now, I'm not a meddling old lady, but from the 
conversation you were having with the person on the other end of the 
line, it seems they are more than a friend." 
 
I look at Ruth, giving her a smile, "She...Dana, has been my partner 
with the FBI for the last seven years, and yes, she's more than my 
partner." 
 
"Did she tell you when she's coming to pick you up?" Ruth asks, 
wrapping my arm with gauze. 
 
"Dana won't be coming, just our boss. I don't really know. But 
between flying time and the time change, I would suspect this 
evening," I tell her, watching her as she delicately took care of my 
wound. 
 
"Why don't you wash up, while I make you some breakfast," Ruth says, 
standing up from the bed, "The bathroom is down the hall to your 
right, second door." 
 
"Breakfast, I haven't had a decent meal in six months." I get up 
from the bed, heading out of the bedroom, stopping by the doorframe, 
"Ruth, don't make a big breakfast. I don't think it would be a wise 
idea since for the last six months, I've not been eating well. I 
might upchuck it all." 
 
I walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind me, locking it, 
relieved that finally I have some privacy. For six months I was 
stripped of not only my clothes, but also my dignity. I step in 
front of the mirror, looking at my drawn face. Although, Omra must 
have kept me shaven, I had a few days of stubble. I lift up my 
nearly shoulder-length lank hair, laughing at the thought of what 
Scully was going to say. 
 
 
I want to take a shower, but Ruth's Florence Nightingales' handy 
work was going to prevent me getting my arm wet. I decide I could 
maneuver myself around the shower so that Ruth won't think I don't 
appreciate her kindness. I remove my T-shirt, dropping it on the 
floor, then attempt to unbutton my jeans. I realize what Ruth had 
meant about my baggy pants. I must have lost quite a bit of weight 
during the time I was comatose. I stroke the skin at my chest, 
noting that my ribs are prominent. I shudder to think what I 
look like as a whole, as I can only see my face in the mirror. I 
step into the shower, feeling the hot water hit my face; my body, it 
feels so good. I take the bar of soap, smelling its pine scent, 
lathering it in my hands, then rubbing it on my chest. I do the 
best I can bathe without getting my arm wet. I must make a point 
that when I get home; a very long shower will be one of the first 
things I do. Well, after I hold Scully tightly to me for an 
eternity that is!!! 
 
After about 15 minutes, I walk in the kitchen, wonderful aroma of 
bacon wafting around me. My plate was on the table waiting for me; 
bacon and eggs, home-style potatoes and biscuits, with a tall glass 
of orange juice. 
 
"Ruth, you have no idea how good this looks." I tell her, my mouth 
salivating. 
 
"Sit and eat as much as you want, but start slowly, we don't want to 
frighten your stomach. From what I could see from your clothes, you 
need a lot of fattening up." 
 
After two platefuls of food, I head back to the living room glancing 
around, absorbing the beauty of her nicely decorated house. She 
follows me to the living room, watching my every movement. I look at 
the television then turn to her, "Can I watch some t.v?" I ask 
her. 
 
I am amused by her chuckle as she hands me the remote control. I 
can see that she doesn't understand. I am merely savoring my life, 
my freedom. I settle down into the overstuffed couch, rest my long 
legs on the footstool that Ruth has placed in front of me, and enjoy 
the sensation of relaxing with a full belly while sleepily watching 
some local basketball match on the t.v. 
 
Ruth sits next to me and begins to watch the game; "You like 
basketball?" I ask her. 
 
"I had to learn to like every sport imaginable. My sons played every 
sport invented by man. My husband, God rest his soul, was one of 
those devoted dads who attended all their games. So, either I 
joined them, or I was left behind doing the womanly things, and 
son, that was not my style. I was way ahead of my time. I was not 
one of those women about to stay home, barefoot and pregnant. 
 
Nope, I was out there rooting for my boys, and yelling foul words at 
the opponents." 
 
 
I laugh out loud at her story, "Ruth, if you only knew how good it 
feels to laugh. It's been a very long time," I tell her, almost 
jealous of the close-knit harmony that she must have created with 
her sons and her husband. "Family activities is something I missed 
while growing up." 
 
"Oh, I don't believe that," she responds to me, scooting up closer 
to take my hand. "I'm sure your parents did the same thing." 
 
"No, Ruth, not all parents are like that. Don't get me wrong, my 
parents loved me in their own sort of way. Your sons are very 
lucky." 
 
They have blessed me in may ways. In fact, they've given me 10 
grandchildren," Ruth smiles fondly, getting up and walking to the 
chimney mantle to pick up a photograph she had in an antique frame. 
"This is the whole family," she says with a proud smile. 
 
"Beautiful family. Ruth, does your family live in this town?" I ask 
her, admiring the family photo. 
 
 
"About an hour away. My husband and I moved up here about 10 years 
ago. Although we love our kids and their kids, it was time for my 
husband and I to spend our last years together, alone. Just like 
the beginning when we first met. My husband passed away about six 
months ago," she says to me as she sits back down next to me. "Oh, 
I'm sad, but I thank God every day of my life that I was given so 
many years with that wonderful man. Fox, I have a very good sense 
on people, and you have a sense of long-term sadness. This Dana you 
called, you love her very much, right?" 
 
I smile at her knowing that I would have loved to have a grandma 
like Ruth, "Yes, Ruth, I love her very much. We skirted around our 
true feelings for many years, denying our love," I tell her, 
watching the intense look in her face, listening to every word I had 
to say, "Because of the line of work we are in, there were instances 
that we nearly lost one another. But I'm here now, and believe me 
Ruth, I am going to make it all up to her--to our baby." 
 
"A baby? Why, a baby is not conceived by denial," she smiles. 
 
Again she makes me laugh. "You're right, Ruth. About 8 months ago, 
we found each other and stopped denying, but then I was taken and we 
almost lost that chance. But not now, I'm back and I'll never leave 
her again." I tell Ruth, the last words difficult to say 
with the heaviness in my chest. 
 
 
"You are young. You have your whole life ahead of you," she grins, 
wrapping her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. 
 
"You're a remarkable woman, Ruth. You open your home to a complete 
stranger and you make this person feel the warmth and love that I've 
missed in a long time. I thank you for this and also for the wise 
words you have offered me. The minute I get back to Scully, I'm 
 
going to tell her that she and I will be just like you and your 
husband, with lots of kids and grandchildren. You think 39 years of 
age is too late to start a family?" I smile. 
 
"Thirty-nine, why you're just a child," she says, separating the 
hug. 
 
A knock on the door brings us out of our reverie. Standing up too 
quickly, a feeling of dizziness forces me to grab the sturdy back of 
the couch. I stand there waiting. 
 
We look at each other, seconds passing before either of us makes a 
movement. "Sir" is all that came out of my mouth. It takes me by 
surprise when he steps forward and embraces me, a bear hug around my 
tired body. I wrap my arms around his broad back in response. 
 
"Mulder," is all he can say. 
 
We hold each other like father and son, like two brothers, like two 
great friends, "I shouldn't have let you go, I should have demanded 
you not to." Skinner grunted sadly. 
 
"I would have gone anyway, Sir, you know that. I had to go instead 
of Scully." I tell him, still holding him tightly. I look over my 
shoulder and see Ruth watching us. I can only imagine what she is 
thinking. I separate the hug and turn to her. 
 
"Ruth, I'd like you to meet my boss, Assistant Director Skinner. 
Ruth, I'm a F.B.I. Agent. I was kidnapped six months ago. I was 
able to escape today and right now, I'm very anxious to go home and 
 
see my partner," I said, then turn to Skinner, "You did get a 
flight back today, right?" 
 
"Yes, the flight leaves in two hours, let's get going," he tells me, 
then turns to Ruth, "Ma'am, thank you very much for your 
hospitality. The FBI is very appreciative of your generosity. 
Agent Mulder is one of our finest, and his ordeal has had a 
traumatic effect on him. Your offer to TLC is probably the best 
homecoming anyone could have given him." 
 
We say our good-byes and give Ruth a hug for helping me at a time 
that I needed help. Skinner and I walk to the car in silence. I 
could tell he was ill-at-ease, self-conscious and I know I needed to 
ease his mind. I also needed to talk about Scully and see how she 
was. But right now I needed to see something. 
 
"Sir, I know you have a lot of questions right now, and I'll try to 
answer them as best I can, but I need to ask a favor. I need for 
you to drive about a quarter of a mile south on this road. There 
will be a cave to the right, will you take me there?" I ask him. 
 
He looks at me then bows his head in acknowledgement, still quiet. 
We reached the cave, hidden behind the trees; Skinner parked on the 
shoulder of the road. 
 
"I'll be back in a second," I tell him, but he's following me out of 
the car before I finish my sentence. 
 
"Mulder, if I let you out of my sight and something happens to you, 
Scully will have my hide," he warns, walking around to my side of 
the car. I slide out of the car slowly, still feeling the pain 
within my rectum shooting up to the pit of my stomach. My legs are 
still weak from months of keeping them immobile. 
 
"Let me help you," Skinner says, taking a hold of my arm, helping me 
walk toward the cave. I look at the horizon where the ship had 
landed and where the explosion had occurred. I walk in the cave 
slowly, looking around in the hope that I can find Nastro. I 
approach the center of the cave and find the familiar satchel. 
Bending down slowly, I retrieve the bag and open it. The cylinder 
metallic rod, is still in the bag with markings of crusted, dry 
blood remaining from the extraction of my tracking device. I'm 
 
amazed at how long it is and wonder how that thing was dug into me. 
The sadness hits me as I realize that Nastro and Omra risked their 
lives to rescue a single human being. 
 
"What is that, Mulder?" Skinner asks, taking it from my hands. 
 
"You don't want to know," I respond. He looks at the object then 
back to me in bewilderment. 
 
"This was inserted into me, where the sun don't shine," I joked. 
 
For the first time in a long time, I hear myself laughing, as I 
watch Skinner drop the rod as if it was on fire. "Don't worry, Sir, 
unless someone is about to jam it up your ass, it is really 
harmless." He bends down to pick it up and investigates it 
carefully. 
 
"I don't think it's sterile, it was inserted in me," I tell him, 
watching him drop it again. I smile; lifting it up and putting it 
back in the satchel. I look in the bag again, and find two 
stilettos. I'm guessing there was one for each of my little alien 
friends. 
 
Skinner looks at me puzzled, I think he is trying to understand the 
expression I have in my face; an expression of a loss, "What is it 
Mulder? Just what did they do to you?" 
 
"Sir, you have no idea. I will explain it later, but I will tell 
you one thing, if it wasn't for two alien beings, and their support 
and their constant protection over me, I would have surely died. In 
fact, four months ago, I was operated on and it had a bad outcome. 
I went into a coma for four months, and Omra and Nastro took care of 
me until I came out of it. I owe them my life, but yet, they lost 
 
their lives for me." I bow my head with grief, sadness washing over 
me. 
 
"Omra? Nastro?" Skinner asks bewildered. 
 
"They were my saviors," I respond quietly, holding the satchel close 
to my chest as I turn to leave the cave. I start walking down the 
path that Nastro had walked when he shape-shifted into my features. 
I look around not really knowing what I would find; maybe the 
little gray with its long fingers, and expressionless 
characteristics. I walk back to the car, Skinner close at my heels. 
 
"I need you to drive straight ahead, about another mile," I tell 
him, still hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the two, but mostly 
Omra. 
 
We approach the clearing at the end of the horizon and leave the car 
again, Skinner is hot on my heels, nearly as part of my own body, 
"Sir, I'm not going to get lost, or let myself be taken again," I 
assure him. 
 
"No chances, we are one right now Mulder." 
 
We inspect the scorched circular markings on the ground, the remnant 
of a very huge object. The leaves from the trees are burnt to a 
crisp, branches hanging bare and black from the fire. I head toward 
the circular ring of the outlined area. 
 
"Omra, I am so sorry-thank you for giving me my life back," I yell 
at the top of my lungs, as a tear escapes my eye. I reach for the 
cross that Scully has given me, and now more then ever, this piece 
of jewelry means so much. Not so much for the times it has been a 
symbol of Scully and my feelings for each other, but now also a 
symbol of Omra. Why, because she knew what it meant to me, and she 
wouldn't let anyone take it. 
 
Skinner approaches me, placing his arm over my shoulder, bringing me 
 
close to him, again in silence. He knows that I will talk when it's 
time, right now it is not. 
 
"Let's go home." I tell him.
Sitting on the plane for the long five hour flight is very painful 
for me. I nod off several times, the pain constantly reawakening me 
each time I attempt to maneuver my body into a more comfortable 
position. I hug the satchel close to me, not willing to let it out 
of my sight. I close my eyes, a smile escaping my face, 
recollecting the images of fast-talk, badge-flashing Skinner had to 
do to convince the security personnel, of the highly classified 
content in the satchel and the reason why it couldn't leave our 
sight. 
 
I have the window seat; watching the white swirl of clouds mesh with 
the blue sky as we move through them reminds me that I have been up 
there, somewhere. Who will possibly believe me? Scully is a 
scientist, skeptical until proven otherwise, and even though she is 
now my lover and the mother of my child, how much of my story will 
she accept. 
 
+ + + 
 
It is already 9:00 P.M. as we walk slowly to Skinner's car in the 
airport parking structure. Except for the few times Skinner tries 
to apologize, or make perfunctory chitchat, we keep quiet. I feel 
sorry for him, knowing that for the period of my disappearance, he 
had this terrible guilt resting on his shoulders, but I just didn't 
want to talk right now. I just want to soak everything in, feel 
life again, not take the air in my lungs for granted. Everything 
looks beautiful. The buildings, the crowds of people rushing to 
their destinations; even in this late hour of the night. They are 
moving in the same hectic mode that I had been accustomed to before 
I had been taken, not knowing the wonderful gift I had until it had 
been threatened to be taken away. 
 
More silence as we drive through the city. We finally reach my 
apartment building; my heart is hammering a million miles a minute. 
I am breathless, scared, and at the same time impatient to get to 
Scully, eager to see her face, her smile, and feel her embrace. 
 
"Sir, aren't you going to take me to Scully's?" I ask him as I gaze 
up to the window of my apartment. 
 
"She's been staying here more times than her own place. I think she 
just felt closer to you staying at your place. Mulder," he says, 
placing his hand on my shoulder to get my attention, "she's been 
extremely strong through this ordeal, but we have some concern 
that her internalizing the stress of your absence could have a 
detrimental effect on her health, and on your unborn child. I am 
not trying to trivialize your ordeal by any means, but I need for 
you to be aware that both of you need time to heal and adapt to the 
new situation." 
 
I turn to him, worry clouding my features. "Is there any serious 
problems I need to be aware of?" 
 
"Not serious, Mulder. Your friends, Byers, Frohike and Langly took 
care of her the best they could. They took her to doctor's 
appointments; they called her often to see if she was doing okay. 
Mulder, they even took turns going to Lamaze classes," he smiled. 
 
"Lamaze classes, I even missed that." I say softly, under my breath. 
 
"Yes, you have, and Mulder, I would have traded places with you ten 
fold if it were at all possible. I am so sorry." Skinner says to 
me, once again assuring me with the touch of his hand on my 
shoulder. 
 
"It wasn't your fault, Sir. Don't ever blame yourself for what 
happened to me. I felt that I had to protect what I love." I tell 
him turning to the side, looking into Skinner's eyes. "My life has 
been filled with avenues of misfortunes, but Scully was never a 
misfortune, she was and will always be my reason for living, my 
savior. Now, Sir, if you don't mind, I think it's time to go see 
her, to hold her close and to never let go again. I have missed 
so much, I didn't get the chance to share any of her pregnancy with 
her, and I want so much to feel our baby kick at me for ignoring 
it." 
 
"Thank you, Mulder. Even though in the recess of my mind, I will 
always feel guilty. Right now, I feel that I've been forgiven. I'm 
going to let you go up by yourself. This is a time for both of you 
to be alone," he says, returning his hand to the steering wheel. 
"As a matter of fact, I think I might walk you to your door, I'm 
just so afraid you'll get lost." He teases, a smile softening his 
worried features. 
 
"I won't get lost, go on home and thanks," I tell him as I reach out 
to unlatch the door. 
 
I know he is joking and I am thankful that he is allowing the 
reunion be just Scully and me. I smile at him one last time, open 
the door and take a step out, retrieving my satchel. I begin the 
slow approach to the front of the apartment building, making one 
last turn to see Skinner backing out of the parking lot. 
 
The elevator ride is so familiar to me it is reassuring--I am really 
free. I touch the wall, the door; everything seems to look 
beautiful to me. The doors open and I hesitate for a couple of 
seconds, afraid to take that one step, afraid that I would suddenly 
awaken from this beautiful dream. Yet as I take a step forward into 
the hallway I feel it deep within my soul, it is real. I move 
further down the hall, noticing the door to apartment 40 is 
wide open and empty inside. 'They must have moved out' I think to 
myself, trying to recall which neighbor had once lived there, sadly 
admitting that I don't really know my neighbors at all unless they 
decided to become obsessed with Scully, but that was another 
time, another story. I continue walking and stop in front of number 
42. I take a few deep breaths, and notice my hands are shaking. I 
pause in reverence before raising my hand, my knuckles make contact 
against the cool wood, the thumps eerily echoing down the hall, a 
multitude of emotions are running through me. It is strange to be 
knocking on my own door, but I can sense Scully on the other side 
and I want to give her time to compose herself. My hands are 
trembling stronger now as I wait in anticipation for her to open the 
last barrier between us. 
 
I hear the latch unlock and I stare intently at the knob as it turns 
slowly, then a rectangular shaft of light illuminates the darkened 
hall, growing wider as the door swings open. I am holding my 
breath. It is Scully, an angel of beauty, of grace, before my eyes. 
We simultaneously hesitate, maybe nervous, maybe shy, both knowing 
the months apart between us have been long and painful. I know that 
I am praying that this wasn't simply the result of a dream's cruel 
joke. 
 
Without a word being spoken between us, I gaze at her face, yes, 
this time I am gazing at her. Her face is pure and innocent, free 
of make-up, allowing me to see every soft nuance around her vivid 
blue eyes. Her auburn hair swept away from her face and bundled 
into a ponytail. I feel a tremendous lump in my throat and my heart 
aches at the thought of what she must have been through worrying 
about my disappearance. My eyes move slowly down her form, racing 
to memorize every detail, every inch of her body. My vision is 
blurred by the tears I am trying to hold back at the sight of the 
bulge underneath my Knicks T-shirt she has on. She is wearing my 
blue sweatpants that are now stretched at the waistband as far as 
they will go. It was true, I am going to be a father! I am 
mesmerized as I take a step through the doorframe. 
 
"Scully." Is all that spills from my lips as I reach out to envelop 
her in my embrace, her warm body close to mine fast becoming the 
most wonderful sensation I have ever felt. 
 
"It's you, it's really you Mulder." She keeps on whispering, as she 
holds my face with her two hands, as she kisses my lips, my eyes, my 
forehead, "God, I have missed you so much." 
 
I am speechless; I just couldn't break the embrace. I am afraid to 
let her go. I feel like a child, lost in the grocery store, scared, 
and then finding my parents and holding them in fear of being lost 
again. I don't want to let her go. I don't want to be lost again. 
 
I nuzzle my head on the crook of her neck and start to cry quietly, 
my body heaving with emotion. As she holds me closer, the tears 
pour out faster. I think she wants to be strong for me, but hearing 
me cry releases her tightly held emotions to the forefront and she 
starts to cry as well. I hold her tight, feeling her swollen 
stomach press up against mine. Then I feel it, a waving motion and 
then a jab. I loosen the embrace and look down once again at her 
stomach. "I felt our baby move." I respond with awe. 
 
"The baby knew you were coming home. I told him all about you." She 
whispers with pride taking my hand and placing it on her extended 
stomach. 
 
"He, you said he?" I ask enthusiastically. 
 
She laughs, the tinkling tone delighting me, welcoming me home more 
than anything else could. "It makes it easier to say he, I don't 
know what we're having. I want it to be a surprise. God, Mulder, I 
missed you so very much. But I knew you were coming back to 
me," and she pauses as tears trickle from her eyes" I had dreams 
about you...lots of dreams. Like the dreams I have had previously 
when everyone thought you were dead, but I knew you weren't." She 
says between sobs. 
 
"I dreamt of you too, Scully. And I thought of you every waking 
moment." I tell her, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. 
 
"Oh, Mulder, I'm sorry, you must be drained, let's sit down." she 
says, taking the lead as she notices my slow movements. "You're not 
well, and you are so thin. Mulder, you've lost so much weight." 
 
"Solient green, alien food isn't what it's cut out to be." I joke. 
 
She grins, "and your hair, it's long, umm, I like it, Mulder, better 
than the weed-whacker look you do every summer." The smile flickers 
briefly at her own joke but within a second she becomes serious 
again. "What happened, Mulder, why did you leave me. The greatest 
miracle of all happened, I found out I was pregnant the day you were 
taken and...and I was alone. Yes, I did say I knew you were coming 
back to me, but I'd be lying to you. I was so scared that you were 
gone forever. And...the worst part was that you would never know I was 
carrying our child." 
 
"But I did find out, and that's what tormented me even more, Scully. 
Knowing that a miracle had happened from that one night we spent 
together, and that it was highly probable I would never be able to 
be with you to hold our baby." I said softly. 
 
"I don't understand, how did you know?" 
 
"It's a long story, a very long story," I inform her, "but, first 
thing first. Scully, I want to see your stomach, can I?" I ask 
shyly, "And speaking of seeing your stomach, you are majorly 
stretching my Knicks T-Shirt and never mind the expanded waistband 
of my sweats." 
 
She giggles, yes, Scully giggled as she lifts my T-shirt to expose 
her swollen belly, displaying such a beautiful sight. I lower my 
head, gently touching her stomach, feeling the little movements 
underneath the skin, which nudges against the side of my face. 
"Just like the dream I had of you, Scully. I dreamt that we were in 
bed and your water broke. I dreamt that I had to hurry and take you 
to the hospital but we didn't make it and I had to deliver our child 
in the back seat of a car. I dreamt of you during the times I was 
strapped in that bed." I say, realizing too late what I had let 
slip. 
 
"You were strapped down? My God, Mulder, I know how much you hate 
that. What did they do to you?" she demands. 
 
"Not now, later...I just want to sit here and look at you, all of 
you." I nuzzle at her extended navel. Scully sighs with 
resignation. 
 
"Well, before you do that, I'm going to fix you some dinner. You 
are way too skinny right now. I need to fatten you up to look like 
me." She teases, leveraging herself with her hands against the couch 
to lift herself up. 
 
"Do you need help?" I muse, as I stand and extend my hand to help 
her. After a couple of sways back and forth, she finally rises to 
an upright position. 
 
"Don't say anything." She retorts, wobbling toward the kitchen. I 
gaze at her for a second, then follow her. 
 
"Mulder, stay in the living room, you have to rest." She instructs, 
taking the pot from the kitchen cabinet. 
 
"I...I don't want to..." I reply, embarrassed. 
 
She seems to understand what I mean by this, that I don't want to be 
alone. It might take awhile before I am able to be alone in a room, 
to not feel the fear I felt all these past months. 
 
I sit at the small table, and watch with amusement as Scully 
maneuvers herself around the tiny workplace. I am more amazed at 
how comfortable she appears to be how familiar she is with my 
belongings. Soon, the delicious smell of frying onions, mushroom 
and garlic wafts around the room. I stare at her dreamily as she 
adds stock and shredded chicken to the pot. 
 
After presenting me with a bowl, she sits down at the kitchen table 
with me, watching me eat with enthusiasm, "So you like my chicken 
soup?" She asks. 
 
"That's not all I like," I smile, spooning the soup in my mouth with 
vigor. Scully smiles back at me. 
 
After I finish my meal, we head back to the living room, Scully sits 
on the couch, I pace around my small apartment, stopping at the fish 
tank. 
 
"You took good care of them." I then walk toward the television set 
and take the remote control and sit next to her. 
 
"Six months without television. Do you know how hard it was for me 
to go to sleep in complete silence?" I joke, resting my arm across 
her shoulders, pulling her close to me. I turn the television on, 
and immediately begin surfing the channels. 
 
"We're not going to watch t.v," she says to me, removing the remote 
from my hands, turning the television set off. "We need to talk." 
 
"I'm tired, Scully, maybe another time," I tell her, trying to put 
aside the inevitable. 
 
"Then, let's go to bed, we'll talk there." She responds firmly, 
scooting herself from the couch, standing up again. 
 
I'm nervous at her reaction, her insistence. I don't know what to 
make of it. Too many things are happening at once, my thoughts are 
working overtime, We sleep together just one time, the night we 
conceived our child, and now, is she asking me to go to bed with 
her? 
 
"I'll take the couch," I tell her. 
 
"No, Mulder, you're not getting out of my sight. Besides, I want to 
hold you in my arms," she says to me, bending down to kiss my 
forehead, "I lay many nights alone, holding only my stomach, feeling 
our unborn child grow. I am not going to sleep alone tonight. I 
need to have you beside me. I missed you." 
 
I get up off the couch and follow her to the bedroom, still looking 
around at my environment; everything is so amazingly wonderful. I 
open the drawer to get some clean boxers and find Scully's 
undergarments in it. I turn around, puzzled, catching her cute 
innocent smile. 
 
"I only filled up one drawer. I stayed here half of the time. I 
felt I was closer to you." 
 
I grin delightedly, pleased that Scully had already decided to 
become a more permanent presence in my life. After a quick shower, 
I walk back to the bedroom, Scully patiently waiting for me to 
finish. 
 
"I like your hair. You aren't going to cut it are you?" she asks 
me, "and you need smaller size boxers, or you need to fatten up," 
she teases, entering the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. 
 
I climb in bed, feeling the softness of the mattress and the vanilla 
scent on the pillow, the smell of Scully. 
 
+ + + 
 
Scully leaves the bathroom a short time later not wanting to leave 
Mulder alone. She finds an extra large T-shirt of Mulder's and slips 
it on over her bikini underwear, the bottom of her belly exposed, 'I 
will not wear the pregnancy underwear, not for this baby Huey' she 
jokes about her bulging belly. She heads to the bed, noticing 
Mulder already asleep. Smiling fondly down at him, she carefully 
crawls under the sheets so as not to awaken him. It takes her 
awhile to fall asleep, being so aware of his warm body lying 
beside her but eventually exhaustion overtakes her and she falls 
asleep curled up along side of him. 
 
+ + + 
 
Scully bolts awake suddenly as screams rip through her dreams. She 
turns in the moonlit shadows to see Mulder's head thrashing from 
left to right, his knees drawn up, his feet planted on the bed, hips 
lifting off the bed tense in mid-air. He holds the sheets of the 
bed with such tight clenched fists that his knuckles are as white as 
the sheets "Omra, help me Omra, make them stop, it hurts, I can't 
take the pain anymore!" he yells. 
 
Scully scoots herself next to him, nudging her face to his ear, 
whispering to him, while she rubs his thighs, his hands, to loosen 
his muscles to relax. 
 
"Wake up, Mulder, it's only a dream. I'm here with you. Shhhh. 
Open your eyes." She croons softly. 
 
+ + + 
 
I don't realize I'm holding my breath in between yells, and when I 
wake up startled, looking around at the surroundings, I'm not on the 
craft but at home; Scully by my side. 
 
"I, I had a bad dream," I tell her, as if she didn't know. 
 
"I know, Mulder, more to add to your collection of nightmares. I'm 
with you now. Mulder, I want you to tell me what happened to you. 
I know it's going to be hard, but maybe if you talk, it will make 
you feel better...and who is Omra?" she asks me. 
 
I focus on my breathing, the memories very vivid in my mind, "Omra 
is the alien being that saved my life. She protected me the best 
she could. After the tests, she'd hold me as if I was her child. 
She promised to help me escape and she did. I think she was killed 
at my escape." I tell her, feeling sadness for the loss. 
 
I take a deep breath and finally tell her my story; the whole story, 
holding back nothing as I know Scully deserves this. 
 
Scully sits up, gently guiding me to lay my head on her lap, her 
hand gently weaving her fingers through my long hair, smiling sadly, 
then moving her hand to her cross, which still hangs around my neck. 
She did not speak as I relived the horrible ordeal. 
 
"They found out or somehow knew of the surgery that was done on me a 
year back and decided to do another cranial surgery, to find 
whatever CSM was looking for. The plan was to make another trip to 
Earth to pick up more humans, Omra and her confidante, Nastro were 
determined to set me free. If it weren't on this trip, I would have 
been there for another year. The escape was not that bad, but Omra 
decided to go back into the ship for something, I don't know for 
what...but..." my voice trembling at the thought of her demise. 
Nastro promised to Omra that I would be free. Nastro shape-shifted 
to my form and they chased him. That's when I was able to escape. 
Then...minutes later I heard the explosion. I waited for a few 
minutes before I looked out and the horizon was ablaze. I know that 
Omra and Nastro were killed. Scully, they saved me, I would have 
been dead if it wasn't for them." I look at her, not being able to 
read her thoughts, "A tall tale, isn't it? Do you believe me?" 
 
"You know I wouldn't have believed you years ago, but yes Mulder, I 
believe every word. I'm sorry about Omra and Nastro. But Mulder, 
you must not blame yourself for their deaths. They did what they 
chose to be the right thing. To bring you back to me." she comforts 
me, then with a puzzled look she continues, "Doesn't tell me how you 
knew I was pregnant." 
 
"Scully, remember months ago when Teresa called you to her place to 
tell you about me? That wasn't Teresa that was Omra, shape-shifting 
into her body. Omra had disappeared from me for a few days. I 
didn't know she was sent back on Earth for an assignment, and 
she decided to take a detour. She wanted to bring back news for me. 
I was losing hope and I really didn't much care if I lived at that 
time. She needed something to take back with her to give me an 
added incentive, and it did. That's when she told me of our child." 
 
"It's over now. We're together, and have a lifetime to make up for 
the six months you were away. You'll be with me when our baby comes 
and life will be perfect." She says to me taking me into her arms, 
and I melt into her warmth as we smother with our embrace. 
 
For the first time in many months, I feel at peace, and for the 
first time in more years then I care to remember, I feel loved. We 
both hug each other, as close as we can with her belly in between 
us, and both fall asleep in each other's arms.
The gentle brushing of the tree branches hitting against my bedroom 
window remind me of the April night Scully and I had spent together. 
I want to get out of bed and open the window to breathe in the cool 
night air, but I am keenly aware that Scully is nuzzled up beside 
me. 
 
The warmth of her body, the scent of the vanilla body spray she uses 
these days is intoxicating to my senses and with the memory of my 
recent intense loneliness, there is no way I am going to move away. 
I snuggle up closer to her, nuzzling her earlobe with the softness 
of my lips. She whimpers, her face lighting up into a sweet smile. 
 
"Mulder, you're tickling me." She whispers, her tone indicating she 
is clearly enjoying it. 
 
"Scully, do you know this is the first time that you and I have 
woken up together, on the same bed." I murmur into her soft hair. 
"There were our overnight stakeouts, but then again, we were focused 
on our task at the time. The only other time we shared a bed for 
purposes other than sleeping was on that April morning. I woke to 
find the side next to me on the bed cold, you had left." I tell her, 
holding her close to me. I reach down and caress the soft skin of 
her belly, "Scully, when is our baby due?" 
 
"December 31st." she says to me with a knowing smile. 
 
I nod; my thoughts going back to the last December 31st we had 
shared together, remembering a first-time moment between us. 
 
"Our first real kiss and it had nothing to do with CPR that time." I 
tease, kissing gently down her neck leaving a moist trail behind. 
"We never talked about that, did we? While you may have chalked it 
up as a sprit-of-the-season moment, I never did." 
 
"Neither did I, Mulder." Scully answers with honesty, her voice low 
and husky, squeezing her chin against the top of my head as I find 
one of her ticklish spots. "We were so ridiculous for so many 
years--what were we waiting for? For a 'right moment' to jump out 
at us? If anything, I've learned from our mistakes, Mulder, is that 
there are only 'right moments' when we make them, not the other way 
around." 
 
"Well I'm glad we finally figured that out, Scully--now we just have 
to work on making up for lost time." I playfully answer; placing my 
hand on her stomach, bunching her shirttail in the palm of my hand 
until I have successfully exposed her swollen belly out into the 
open. "You're so little to have such a big belly." I chuckle as I 
stroke the taut skin. 
 
"Thanks, Mulder for the observation of my 'big' belly," Scully 
chuckles, her fingers under my chin, raising my head to face her, 
her eyes growing serious. She reaches out to touch my face, 
brushing my lips with her fingers. "It doesn't matter how I look. 
I love being this way. When I was told that I could never bear 
children, I didn't realize until that moment at what I had lost. I 
had played a game of chance, deciding that I would have children 
when* I * was ready, but once that option was denied me, I wanted 
that opportunity back more than anything. I wanted a chance to pass 
on the miracle of life to another, to feel a person grow inside of 
my womb, to kick and move beneath my skin, even feel when it 
hiccuped. I've been given a second chance, Mulder, and I'm not 
wasting a single minute to enjoy it." 
 
"Just how did this happen?" I ask her, my hands rubbing her 
stomach, the pads of my fingers devilishly roaming along the 
stretched, smooth skin, pausing at the crease between her belly and 
breast. 
 
"You want to know how this happened? Didn't your dad give you the 
'birds and the bee's talk' all fathers give their sons?" She jokes. 
 
"Actually, Scully, Mary Lou Hearst and her boyfriend next door 
pretty much saved him from that fatherly duty when I happened to 
walk." I begin to ramble as Scully's mouth closes across mine. 
Several minutes pass, neither of us coming up for air until I 
finally break the kiss panting, adding in a hoarse voice, "I did 
good, didn't I?" My eyes travel across her body; my thoughts lace 
with desire as my hand begins moving again, higher, until I finally 
reach my destination, her breast. "Either I've been away too long, 
Scully, or pregnancy has made you bigger in other places." 
 
"The way I see it, I'm not the only one expanding." She muses, her 
pupils darkening as her hand slips to my groin, cupping my penis, 
teasing it. 
 
I carefully reposition myself beside her, then gently take the hem 
of her shirttail and lift the t-shit slowly over her head, my eyes 
practically blinded by the beauty that is revealed before me. 
 
Without haste, I strip off my boxers and nuzzle closer to her, my 
cock touching her, her breasts pressing against my chest. 
 
"Mulder, you know we can't do anything right now. Well, actually, I 
as a doctor know that it isn't going to harm the baby, but I don't 
want to take any chances. I did have problems during the 
pregnancy." She whispers, groaning in my ear as my fingers brush 
against her sensitive nipples. 
 
I stop suddenly, afraid that I might hurt her. "Are you okay?" I 
ask, my mind flickers back to the comment Skinner had made last 
night about Scully's health. I am reminded of his indication that 
we should both take it easy, give us both time to heal. 
 
"Yes, of course I am. I haven't had any complications for a while 
now, but at the same time, I don't want them to come back either. 
At this stage during the pregnancy, stimulation could cause 
premature contractions and I've got to keep him as safe as possible 
until the right time for him comes." She looks up at me, and my 
concern for her must be evident in my own expression, because 
suddenly I am being held tightly against her breast and her hands 
are in my hair and she is murmuring into my ear, "I'm ok, Mulder, I 
promise you this. Having you home is the best medicine, and I just 
want you close to me. At this moment I am the happiest I have been 
at any point of my life. The two most important things in my life 
are within me and beside me." 
 
We are silent for a while within our embrace, listening to ourselves 
breathe, and a few stray tears are shed. I turn my body slightly, 
my back to her, as she starts sliding her hand down my naked back, 
and brush against my backside. 
 
"Of course, Mulder," she whispers lazily, "It doesn't stop me from 
touching you," melting her body against mine as her hand continues 
to glide up and down. 
 
"It's okay, Scully, you don't have to." I gasp, turning my body 
toward her again, my groin begins its rhythmic dance against her. 
 
"I want to." Scully cuts me off, planting a red-hot kiss across my 
mouth, her lips crushing against mine with urgency, our tongues 
exploring, colliding together. At Scully's firmness I worked on 
setting the guilt aside, my eyelids falling shut, as my breath 
becomes shallower and faster. Scully's mouth moves down my neck, as 
her hand strokes rhythmically against me. I am totally at her 
mercy. 
 
Images of Scully, my love, flood my mind, her tiny, swollen body 
selflessly pressing against me, loving me with every part of her 
being, her soul. Only giving, offering asking nothing in return 
except for my own gasps of pleasure and gratification, sending me 
over the edge into a blinding white light, strong arms holding me 
during my shudders of ecstasy, riding out the waves with me. 
 
+ + + 
 
Time passes both slowly and quickly. Days turn into weeks, and with 
each passing day, I am stronger and a bit less fearful. Scully and 
I take turns staying at each other's apartment. We are rarely 
apart, and have no wish to be apart. We enjoy each other's company, 
and I have time to re-acquaint myself with who I used to be. I also 
cannot keep my hands away from Scully's ever-widening waistline, 
much to her amusement. 
 
Frohike, Langly and Byers were ecstatic at the news of my return, 
between emails and phone calls, I thought they would drive us crazy. 
The three gave me quick lessons in the he he's and ha ha's of 
breathing correctly during labor, so that I would be useful to 
Scully when the birth of our baby happened. They brought me books 
and a doll with disposable diapers to teach me how to change 
diapers. I never thought I'd see the day when Frohike appeared at 
my door with a baby-doll in his arms, but Scully continued to watch 
us from the background, a genuine smile curled on her lips. 
 
Surprisingly, Skinner was worse then they were; visiting nearly 
every day, making sure that we were all right. One Sunday morning, 
he and the 3 stooges completely caught us off guard when they 
arrived with a complete baby furniture set; everything from a crib 
and a bassinet to a whole crib bedding and clothing. Scully would 
only smile until she unwrapped a gift with receiving blankets 
designed with the image of ET. 
 
Scully and I cherish each waking hour and snuggle and talk each 
evening until exhaustion hits us and we drift into a good night's 
sleep together. Always together. 
 
Every evening, right before nightfall, I have developed a ritual of 
standing next to my bedroom window, looking up at the night sky 
filled with tiny white pinpoints, trying to imagine where I spent 
six months of my life. I whisper softly against the windowpane, my 
warm breath fogging against the glass as I give Omra and Nastro my 
heartfelt thanks. I will forever be indebted to them for my 
survival, my freedom and most of all for the chance to live in utter 
happiness with Scully, to love her, to see my child take its first 
breath in this world. The memory of Omra and Nastro's kindness, of 
selfless determination to help another being different from them, to 
break their own rules and possibly alienate them from their own 
race, will stay in my heart forever. 
 
Scully is getting bigger with every passing day. While most days 
she is sweet and loving, irresistible to be hugged every two 
seconds, there are days when her hormones play havoc with her 
personality. She is not one to be crossed, if I don't follow the 
straight and narrow or pamper her cravings, she bites my head off. 
But that is okay, I love Scully in any mood. I cherish every 
single moment with her. I know what it is like not to be able to 
see her daily, to hold her nightly, to argue with her, to watch her 
try to eat at the dining table. I cannot bear to think of that time 
now, that six-month period where she wasn't available to me. 
 
Christmas comes with surprises from Skinner, Frohike, Langly, Byers 
and Mrs. Scully. They know that Scully is too big, she tires easily 
and just doesn't feel like going anywhere, and I am still not yet 
100%. I still have violent nightmares. I am still too skinny, and 
I tire easily. Scully and I are the perfect couple in this. They 
arrive with a small tree and gifts for our baby and us. The five 
decide to place bets on the day and time of our baby's birth. 
Scully and I just sit back enjoying every minute of their antics and 
especially basking in the rare feeling of family closeness. Scully 
and I have not had much of that in our lives recently, and it is 
another moment for me to cherish. 
 
Although sex was out of the question, our lovemaking was still in 
full force, well, the foreplay is as far as we get, but we make the 
most of it. We have made a pact that as soon as the doctor gave the 
okay; we'd mad dash it home and tear at each other like bunny 
rabbits. 
 
We inform the gang that New Years Day has special meaning for us, 
and that we'd really like to be alone. I purchase sparkling cider 
and two champagne glasses, and our New Year's celebration included a 
toast to our new life together while being bare-ass naked on our 
bed, sipping the cider. The clock rings its twelve dings, and we 
kiss, but this time it isn't an innocent shy kiss like we had shared 
a year ago, but a full-on, tongue adventure kiss. Well, I think 
that my electrifying kisses sparked her hormones because at 2 in the 
morning she starts her contractions, which scares the shit out of 
me. I can still vividly remember the dream I had in the spacecraft, 
and I was not about to repeat that scene. This time, I am going to 
make it to the hospital in plenty of time. When she mentions taking 
a shower before going to the hospital, I voice my concerns, but 
Scully is not one to cross, and especially not between teeth 
clenching, hand squeezing contractions. I sit on the toilet with a 
stopwatch and inform her I was giving her 5 minutes to wash up and 
if she isn't ready, I will drag her butt-naked down to the car. If 
I had a police alarm on my car I would have used it and heaven help 
any cop that stopped my 90-mile an hour drive to the hospital. 
 
I was on a mission. Just as I remembered from my dream. I was not 
going to deliver our baby in the back seat of the car while a cop 
walks up, reprimanding us like two teenagers for being in the mist 
of passion. 
 
 
The guys taught me well in the remaining days before the birth, 
because, well, not to brag or anything, but I am a damn good coach. 
With every contraction I am there, he he'ing and ha ha'ing with her. 
Except for a couple of, 'I hate you's' and 'you get that penis next 
to me and I'll kill you,' everything turns out fine. I know my penis 
is in jeopardy as that phrase was mentioned in my dream as well. 
Eight hours of hard labor and our beautiful little baby son is 
delivered. I am overwhelmed by the tiny baby that I hold, wet and 
bloody and squirming in my arms. His peach fuzz hair is auburn color 
just like Scully's. The couple of times that he pries his eyes 
open, they look hazel like mine. And his feet, ah, big like mine, 
what a man!!! I am so proud. I am also so very proud of Scully and 
tell her so, kissing her sweaty face as often as she will let me. I 
am the proudest papa in the nursery, holding my son, walking him 
back and forth until he falls asleep in my arms. Every few hours, I 
place him on top of his mommy so she can nurse him. During this, I 
can only sit there in awe at the beauty in front of me. An 
exhausted Scully lies back against a mound of fluffy pillows, 
holding our baby with one hand, the other holding the breast up, her 
second and third finger positioning her nipple correctly, helping 
our baby suckle her nipple. The quiet sucking sound is music to my 
ears. 
 
She is released two days later and I proudly accompany my glowing, 
amazing partner, my love and now the mother of my child, home. 
Although her place is bigger than mine is, we decide to settle the 
baby in my apartment for the time being, until decisions have been 
made. All of the items that Skinner and the Lone Gunmen have given 
us were in my place, and neither of us are in the mood to try and 
transport a baby crib and other necessities over to Scully's. 
 
Our baby was born on January 1, 2001, the real starting date of the 
new Millennium, I remind Scully as we wait for the elevator at my 
apartment building. 
 
"No one likes a geek," she chuckles to me, reminding me of my 
comment just over a year ago, where later that same day we had 
shared our first kiss as the new year broadcast had grabbed our 
attention. As I think back to that day, I have a sudden epiphany. 
As I stand here besides her, looking down at her, and watch Scully 
cuddle our baby, I remember Frank Black's comment on why he had 
refused to help us on that case. His reasoning was to do with his 
daughter, and that he had almost lost her due to his obsession with 
conspiracies and the end of the world. I wonder if I will end up 
losing everything, or that I would be accused of being an unfit 
father, because of my beliefs. Scully interrupts my thoughts with 
"No, Mulder. It won't be like that for you." 
 
I glance back at her, surprised and wonder how she knows what I am 
thinking. She smiles ruefully at me over the downy head of our son. 
 
"I could follow your thoughts through the expression on your face, 
Mulder. You were thinking of Frank Black. You forgot one thing, 
Mulder. You have me. I'll always watch your back. I won't let your 
path follow in the same vein. You are not working alone, and you 
never will be." 
 
God, I love this woman. She hands me the baby as the elevator doors 
open. 
 
Scully and I step into the elevator, the hospital-issue diaper bag 
in her hands, our new son in mine. As the doors sponge together, a 
hand pokes through the tiny opening, a couple close to our age 
quickly steps inside. 
 
"Fourth floor," the lady indicates with a nod of her chin, her arms 
laden with bundles and bags. 
 
"Are you visiting someone in the apartment complex?" I ask them. 
 
"No, we just moved in yesterday. We're in apartment 40," the 
gentleman answers me. 
 
"We're neighbors, we're in apartment 42. I'm Fox Mulder, but please 
call me Mulder, and this is Dana Scully," I say to them. 
 
"Pleasure meeting you. I'm Mr. Nastroma, but you can call me Joe 
and this is my wife Kristen." 
 
"New parents, I see," Mrs. Nastroma asks, gently touching the baby 
blanket and taking a peek at our baby. 
 
"Yes, he was born two days ago, he's beautiful, isn't he?" I tell 
them, pride bouncing in my words. I find myself smiling widely 
every time there is a mention of my child. 
 
"Ah, a proud papa," Mr. Nastroma smiles, turning to Scully. 
"Beautiful.male or female?" 
 
"Baby boy," Scully answers a smile of pride showing on her face. 
 
"Well, we hope to see you around, and congratulations," Kristen 
smiles in response. 
 
"Yes, congratulations." Joe adds in agreement as the elevator doors 
open, letting them out onto the fourth floor. Joe places his arm 
across Kristen's shoulders as they head toward their apartment and 
enter. "They seem very nice," I comment as we pass by their closed 
door. "Scully, I feel like I know them from somewhere, but I can't 
pinpoint where I've seen them before," I mention as I take one more 
glance at their door before unlocking the door of my own apartment. 
 
"We've been on a number of cases, Mulder, and we've met a lot of 
people on the way. Maybe they just resemble someone we've spoken 
with before." Scully rationalizes as she moves to the couch, 
delicately sitting down as she grips the armrest for support. 
 
I wait for her to get comfortable, then give her our child to nurse. 
For some unknown reason I feel compelled to walk to the window by my 
computer and look outside. It is only midday, but I need to look up 
in the sky, remembering the tiny white stars I had grown familiar 
with during my nightly vigils, the beams of light still there, 
simply hidden behind the sun's overpowering rays. A strong 
sensation suddenly comes over me, and I am unsure if it has to do 
with the excitement of our son's birth, or something else I can 
identify but I want to cry. I stand there, silently for about five 
minutes, before moving back to sit with Scully. 
 
"What's the matter, Mulder?" She asks me. 
 
"I don't know, Scully, I almost feel anxious, something unknown 
eating at the back of my mind. Must be the excitement of our child, 
my little family." I muse as I settle back, pulling Scully against 
me so that I can hold them both. Contentment is the universal 
relaxant, and soon all three of us are asleep. 
 
About two hours later, there is a light tap on the door. At first I 
think it is either Skinner, the Lone Gunmen or Mrs. Scully, since 
they had been constant visitors over the last couple of months. "I 
wonder who it could be." I joke with a twinge of sarcasm as I make 
my way toward the door, sensing Scully's amused smile behind me. 
 
"Mr. Nastroma and Mrs. Nastroma," I say out loud so that Scully can 
discretely put her breast away. After all, that was only for 
immediate family and friends to see, including my son and myself, I 
muse. 
 
"Please, just Joe and Kristy," the couple admonish. "We wanted to 
bring you a present for your child. We are new to the area, and 
don't have any family or friends close by. We want to be 
neighborly, but we didn't know a good store to get something 
appropriate. We had this for many years, and we thought it would be 
a nice present for your son." Joe tells me, handing me a box 
wrapped in blue paper. 
 
"Thank you, we appreciate the thought. Please come in," I offer 
politely, but they both decline the offer, making amends about how 
they had somewhere to be. So I nod in understanding and shut the 
door as they walked away. I carry the package over to Scully who is 
watching me with curiosity. I can't help but feel touched by the 
generosity of the two strangers. 
 
I take the envelope first, pulling the card out. It is a simple 
white card with a picture of a gorgeous baby on the cover, the 
embossed words reading 'Believe in Miracles'. The words give me a 
light chill; again I can't explain it. I open it up and continue to 
read: 
 
'The miracle of deep love, 
Comes only once in a lifetime. 
From that love, 
A miracle child is born. 
Treasure him.' 
 
The card is signed by Kristy and Joe. 
 
"Looks like you are fortunate to have a great set of neighbors, 
Mulder." Scully says, leaning across me to see the card. "Wow, 
that's beautiful." 
 
"The words are meaningful, aren't they?" I comment absentmindedly 
as I tear the box open, my fingers running across the cool glass of 
a snow globe. I lift it carefully from the box. 
 
"That brings back memories." Scully grins. 
 
I smile with her, as we study the deep blue base of the gift, my 
eyes focus on a tiny plastic couple inside the watery dome, two 
forms in a loving embrace their lips engaged in a melting kiss. 
Right next to them is a small child; its arms wrapped around one leg 
of each parent. The backdrop of the globe is painted like a night 
sky, tiny stars painted amongst the blackness. I give the globe a 
gentle shake in my palm, the fluttering white flakes dance around 
the figures like shooting stars. I am mesmerized by the scene. 
 
"What a nice present. Mulder, maybe you should go and thank them; 
maybe tell them that when I'm up and about we'll invite them for 
dinner." 
 
I agree and stand up, placing the card and globe on the table. I 
bend down to kiss Scully's forehead; my son looks up at me and 
gurgles, waving his little chubby hands toward me. 
 
"You get a kiss too," I smile, "I'll be back in a bit." I open the 
front door and with my first step into the hallway, an object 
flutters at my feet, as the breeze from the opening door lifts it 
away from its position. I notice it is a white envelope, possibly 
left at my doorstep. 
 
I quickly look right and left confirming the hallway is completely 
empty except for the envelope and me. Looking down again, I feel a 
bit hesitant at collecting the envelope, wondering if it will lead 
me away from my family into another horrific experience. Then I 
hear Scully laughing and the baby begins laughing that tiny little 
chuckle that only babies can do, and I realize it doesn't matter 
what is in the envelope, because I have Scully by my side. Scully 
will keep me on the right path. 
 
With this thought, I eagerly bend down and pick it up; ripping 
through the glued top to pull out a paper that instantly makes my 
blood turn cold. Blood drains from my head as it pumps wildly 
through my fingers my body dizzy and my back slams hard against the 
wall behind me as I lose my balance. My eyes are skirting across 
the words at lightening speed. The words familiar, haunting me, 
reminding me of a past I thought I had left behind. 
 
 
 
Dear Scully, 
 
It has been nearly a month since I have seen you, confined in these 
four white walls, not a picture, a window, just whiteness that 
blends the walls and floor together. A small bed ... 
 
It was the letter I had written on the ship. 
 
My heart is pounding; I don't know what to think. My first instinct 
is that they have found me again, that they were here to take me 
back, but no, the only one that knew about this letter was Omra. 
 
I close the door to my apartment and stand in the hallway, 
paralyzed, my mind traveling a million miles a minute. Even Nastro 
didn't know about the letter. I fold the paper back in the envelope 
and I hold it against my chest, against Scully's necklace that still 
hangs around my neck. 
I 
glance again to the right and my eyes stop at the number 40 down the 
hall. A strong urge washes over me, an almost pulling sensation, a 
nagging sensation to go to apartment 40 and speak to the new couple. 
 
I slowly walk to their door. I hesitate at first and then knock. 
Instantly, the door opens and there stands Kristen, a tiny woman, 
possibly no taller then 5'1 inches tall. 
 
She looks at the letter clasped tightly within my fist, and smiles 
at me, tears shining in her eyes. "I missed you, Fox." 
 
My chest starts and falling with shallow breaths, my heart drums 
loudly in my ribcage, I want to scream at the top of my lungs with 
joy, "Omra, I thought you were dead!" 
 
"Yes, my son, it is I.. Please come in." Omra responds casually, 
stepping back as an invitation. 
 
I pause for a moment, staring at Omra in wonderment before I walk 
in. I look around, wondering what kind of furnishing they have, 
which is silly of me, what did I expect, utilitarian furniture. 
 
Coming from the bedroom, Mr. Nastroma comes into view. 
 
"Nastro Omra, Nastroma," I say out loud, bursting out in laughter. 
I can't believe I didn't pick up on it before. Scully does that to 
me these days; her presence distracts me perpetually. 
 
I rush to Omra and hug her, lifting her off the floor and holding 
her tightly. 
 
"Wow, son, you're going to squeeze my innards out," she teases. 
 
"And what kind of innards are they, human or alien?" I tease back, 
very pleased to see my friend. 
 
Nastro looks at me and smiles. 
 
"But how, what happened, God, I thought you both died." My words 
ramble out. Omra takes my hand and leads me to the couch, ndicating 
to me to sit down. 
 
"My son, I needed to go back to the spacecraft to retrieve 
something. Everything was in chaos; the guards and heads of the 
craft were in complete uproar. I went to your quarters first and 
found your letter, and then I had to make one more stop," she tells 
me, leaning forward to pick up a small box covered with a black lid. 
She hands me the box and smiles. "This is also your present." 
 
My expression is puzzled, and my hands are shaking as I lift the lid 
slowly. Inside the box are vials, eight vials in total. I remove 
one from its nestled position and look at a white cloudy liquid. I 
furrow my eyebrows, still bewildered. 
 
"I don't understand," I say to them. 
 
"You don't know what it is? Fox, son, I needed to go back and take 
all the specimens of sperm they extracted from you. The look on 
your face stayed in my memory, the sad expression you had when you 
looked at the children at play, the hybrids. At that moment, I knew 
I had to do something. I didn't want you to father any hybrids. 
You were already going to be a father to a baby that was conceived 
out of love, as it should be. I had to go back and destroy them. I 
somehow managed to get the vials and was able to escape. The ship 
exploded just minutes after I escaped. The force of the explosion 
threw me up against a tree and I must have passed out." Omra turned 
to Nastro and reached out for his hand "When I awoke, Nastro was 
standing over me. He helped me back to the cave where he said he 
took the tracking device out. In fact, we were hiding behind a rock 
when you and the bald one went into the cave. I wanted to comfort 
you. I do want to assure you the sperm in the vials are not any 
good. They needed to be in a safe environment, and once out, the 
sperm is dead." 
 
I can't believe what I am hearing. If I didn't have the letter in 
one hand and the vials in my other, I don't think I could believe 
that Omra and Nastro had survived. I scoot close to her and take 
her in my arms and start to cry, releasing sobs of joy. I owed my 
life to these two people; I owed my life to Scully. Everything that 
was important to me, everything that I wanted and loved was on the 
floor of this apartment building. After all the years of misfortune 
and pain I had experienced, my life is complete. 
 
"So, what are you now, alien or human?" I tease. "And whose 
identity did you steal?" I continued to joke. 
 
"I don't think there is a Nastroma in this world, and as for the 
names, I liked the name Kristen and Nastro liked Joe--nice names, 
friendly and loving names, wouldn't you say." 
 
I smile for a second and then a wave of fear overwhelms me and I 
need to ask, but they seem to have read my mind. 
 
"No, they will not find us, do not worry, we took precautions. We 
would never have endangered your life, or the life of your lover and 
your baby. We are here on Earth for the duration and I needed to be 
close to you, my son. Boalta was taken from me, but you will not be 
taken. I will take care of you for the rest of your life. Nastro 
and I will make sure of that," Omra states firmly. 
 
I gaze at them both for awhile, giving my thoughts a chance to 
stabilize. There is so much to absorb. "Nastro, I still have the 
satchel. I still have the rod. Even though they represented pain 
and humiliation. I kept them, and hid them at home. They signify 
something which I don't yet fully understand," I explain. 
 
Nastro nods. "It is OK to save them. They may be useful in the 
future. We may have lost one ship, but there are many more. They 
will be back, and knowing there is one tool I can use pleases me. 
We have a quest of our own now, Omra and I, to delay and possibly 
destroy the colonization process that my race was adamant in 
achieving. Omra and I are a formidable team. We work well together. 
Who would have guessed it, my dear," he quips turning to Omra. 
 
"We are a good team, you and I." Omra replies fondly. Turning back 
to me, she pushes at my arm. "Now, isn't it time to go back to your 
family?" he insists. I smile at her as I stand, then turn to face 
Nastro. He embraces me with the same emotion that Omra has done. 
They walk me to the door and bid their farewells. 
 
I get halfway up the hallway when I hear Omra's final response as 
they close their door. 
 
"Hey, Fox, you look nice with clothes on, but I really liked seeing 
that nice naked body of yours." 
 
My face reddens as I shut the door behind me, but I am still 
smiling. 
 
"You were gone for awhile, did you thank them? Scully asks me as I 
collapse onto the couch next to her. She is rubbing moisturize onto 
the baby's skin, it appears she bathed him in my absence. I pick up 
the tiny set of clothes that lie beside us and hand them to her. 
She looks up at me at this point and notices my swollen eyes, 
"Mulder, what happened, why were you crying?" 
 
I put my hands in my pocket and pull out the letter and vial. Her 
confusion is evident in the expression on her face, as she hands me 
our baby and takes the letter from my hand. I cuddle my child to my 
chest as I watch Scully open the letter and starts to read. 
 
"Mulder, I don't understand, where did you get this, or did you have 
this with you? Did you write it while you were missing? 
 
I put my free hand around her neck, to pull her close to me, and 
kiss her. A long loving kiss, I love you, Scully, and the gift you 
have given me," I tell her, looking down at our sleeping child on my 
lap. "Scully, you will never believe this. I have a story to tell 
you," I begin, as Scully wraps herself around me and we grasp hands 
around our child. 
 
The End 
 
Note: This was a very long and strenuous story for me to write and 
I thank so very much for all who helped me and encouraged me to 
finish. This was a labor of love for me and I hope everyone enjoyed 
it - hope it wasn't tooooooo sappy..? 
 
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