The Truth is Out There--Scene 26 from XF3
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB
Spoilers: IWTB
Summary:  The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have to 
pay a steep price for.

Author's Notes: 

Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way to start 
and storyline a third movie.  So, after much thought and 
deliberation I have a series of scenes that I have written for 
the third XF movie.  The scenes will not necessarily run right 
after each other but they are in sequence.  They are more like 
scenes I would like to see in the XF3 that develop character, 
tie loose ends, and add plot interest.  

I do not own the characters and I don't make any money from this.

Enjoy!

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That afternoon Mulder had been looking at Scully waiting for her 
to bring up the subject he knew they needed to discuss with Patrick, 
but she, kept avoiding it.  They had asked him about school, 
growing up, his friends, his interests, and Patrick had been more 
than obliging to fill them in. He and Mulder were playing a video 
game for about an hour when Scully finally asked if they could 
turn it off after the last round.  

"You've been thinking of a way to talk to me about it all afternoon."

"I...we have" she smiled back at him as he took a seat on the bed 
and faced her.

"You know I have been listening to you off and on, so I know what's 
coming" he smiled back at her.

"What do you know?" Mulder asked leaning over his knees on his 
chair.

"I know she doesn't want to scare me and she's worried you will" he 
said looking at Mulder.

"How would I scare you?" Mulder asked, already knowing the answer.

"She doesn't want you to go into all the details about the aliens" 
he said honestly.

"So where do you want us to start Patrick?"

"Why don't you start with why I'm special."

"Well..." she hesitated looking at Mulder.

"You are special because both your mother and I have had experiences 
that have possibly changed our genetic make-up.  I was exposed to a 
black oil that was alien in origin, your mother was abducted and 
subjected to some experiments..."

"But I'm fine" she interrupted as he laid a hand on his knee.

"Okay" he smiled nervously at her.

"They took things from me...things that make babies and...well, 
that's why we thought we couldn't have one."

"But what we think really changed things was your mom's exposure to 
an alien craft," Mulder said excitedly "it had an energy that we 
think, allowed her to have you, despite what had been done to her 
earlier." 

'Where is this craft?" he asked, interested.

"It's gone, Patrick" she sighed "like most of the evidence we find, 
it mysteriously disappears."

"So besides giving you a chance to have a baby, what does this have 
to do with my..."

"You could move things as a baby" she interrupted "objects...you 
could move objects across a room and make your mobile turn with 
your thoughts."

Patrick suddenly got an image of something floating above him as he 
lay in his crib.

"Oh" he said, looking down at his hands and suddenly interested in 
his fingernails.

"Somehow people knew this about you even before you were born, which 
is how you came to be in danger the first time."

Patrick had an image of his mother yelling and screaming for a group 
of people to not take her baby.  There was another woman there 
helping her and many others just watching, and waiting.

"There were lots of people there when I was born." 

"I still don't know why they didn't take you" she said raising his 
chin to look at her "I was very glad they didn't."

"Where were you?" Patrick asked turning his eyes to look at Mulder.

He suddenly had an image of Mulder rushing through a doorway and 
falling to his knees next to his mother asking her if she was 
okay.  He saw him kiss her forehead, push sweaty hair away from 
her face, and pull her close to him.   He saw him move a blanket 
to look at the tiny child she clutched to her body and he heard 
his mom tell him he had a son.  He saw the other woman yelling 
at the door and waving for them to come.  He saw Mulder pick up 
his mom and him and carry them outside into the night, to a 
brightly lit helicopter.  

"I was..." Mulder started.

"I know" Patrick said looking at his mother.

"Then when you were a little older someone abducted you, and 
someone who used to work with us injected you with some 
'treatment'" she sighed "Everyone was relentless about you 
Patrick, we needed to keep you safe, we needed to keep your 
abilities hidden." 

"Besides talking to Scully in her head, what else can you do, 
Patrick?" Mulder asked, interested.

"The only time I've been sick was when I was really upset.  I 
haven't ever had a cold or anything like that" he said.  

"Okay, what about broken bones?" Scully asked.

"Nope" he smiled "but my dad said he was surprised I hadn't 
broken anything after all the accidents I've had."

"What kinds of accidents?" Mulder inquired.

"Well, I've fallen off the top bunk at my cousin's house, and 
I was in a car accident with my mom a couple of years ago.  
She had a broken hip, and collar bone and bruises everywhere 
and I had nothing.  Stuff like that" he said casually.

"So you've never been hurt" Scully murmured.

"Nope." 

"Can you still move things with your mind?" Mulder asked.

"If I could I would have won that last game" he chuckled.

"Have you ever tried to move an object with your mind?" Mulder 
asked.

"Of course I have.  Don't all kids do that?" he smiled.

"And...did it work?"

"No, sorry." 

"Patrick" Scully started gently "were you able to hear the 
thoughts of your other parents?"

"No" he said truthfully "I kinda knew when they were in a bad 
mood, or when they were mad at each other, but I don't think 
that makes me special."

"It makes you there son" Mulder said gently.

"Anything else?" he asked obviously impatient with their 
questions.

"Nope, that's it for now" Mulder said cutting off the 
conversation that was not complete.

"I'm sick of being stuck inside" Patrick said "can I go out 
to play?"

"How about I take you to a park and..."

"Mulder" Scully interrupted "I don't think it's safe."

"Scully, he can't stay holed up in a motel room forever."

"Well, he'll need to until we can get to someplace safe" she 
looked at Patrick "it's for everyone's good." 

"How about I toss a ball around with him behind the motel?  I 
don't think the five other guests at this fine establishment 
will mind."

"I really don't..."

"Please?" Patrick asked with his hands in prayer position.

"I just think..." she started and then stopped as she looked 
at her son and the father who desperately wanted to connect 
with him "Okay, 30 minutes, behind the motel, and no noise."

"Thanks" they both said quickly as they rose to get their 
shoes on.

"Uh, Scully, do we have a ball?" Mulder asked suddenly 
realizing there was a flaw in the plan.

"I've got one" Patrick said producing it from his bag.

"We'll have to get some gloves" Mulder said as he caught to 
ball Patrick tossed to him.

"Maybe when I go into town Monday" Scully said as she reached 
for 'Moby Dick'.

"You're not going to join us?" Mulder asked. 

"I'm going to enjoy having the room to myself for 30 minutes" 
she said positioning herself on the bed.

Mulder walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss "Thanks." 

"Go play with your son" she smiled back at him

"Mulder, are you ready?" Patrick asked as he placed a hand 
on the door handle.

"Let's go" Mulder said as he mussed Patrick's hair and 
walked outside.

The door closed and Scully cracked open the book.

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The End of Scene 26