The Truth is Out There--Scene 61 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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Patrick looked up at the sullen face on his father and knew 
that his mother's thoughts had not been dramatic or overblown.  
This was real.  If he was caught he would never see them again, 
he would live the rest of his life alone so he and his mom 
could be happy and safe.  This was his father, the man he had 
barely got to know, who could be out of his life permanently 
in about fifteen minutes.  

Patrick could feel his mother's sadness permeating the wall 
between the two rooms.  She was trying to be strong for him, 
knowing he could sense the hole that was forming in her heart.  

"I guess you already know why I'm here" Mulder said as he 
switched off the TV.

Patrick looked up at his father and nodded once.  He didn't know 
how to say what he needed to.  And Patrick realized, looking at 
the twisted features that were looking down at him, neither did 
his father.

"Why can't we all just leave now?" 

"Because" his dad started as he sat next to him "if I don't at 
least try and find out who is behind this, I can't stop them 
from coming after you again, or another kid for that matter."

"Maybe we can research it from..."

"...I can't know" Mulder interrupted him with a hand up to stop 
further conversation "for your safety, where you and your mother 
go, is only between the two of you."

"So you can't ever find us?"

"No" he said sadly, looking down at his hands "but that's not 
going to happen."

"You can't guarantee that" Patrick said looking right at him.

Mulder looked up and met his gaze "No, I can't.  But...but I can 
promise that I will do everything, and I mean everything Patrick, 
to get back to you and your mother without..."

"...getting caught" Patrick finished his sentence.

"Yeah" Mulder smiled at him.

"Dad" Patrick said, and paused when he saw his face light up, 
"I think I know why you are doing it.  But it still doesn't 
help."

"I know that feeling" Mulder said as he wrapped an arm around 
Patrick's shoulder "I don't think it helps me much, either."

"Mom really doesn't want you to go.  I don't know what she's 
said but she thinks..."

"Patrick" Mulder interrupted and then seemed to pause and 
ponder how to form his thoughts into words.  "You know, I 
once was able to hear people's thoughts."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Patrick asked with eyes wide.

"Yeah, I am" Mulder smirked to himself, "and the one thing I 
learned out of it, was there is a reason why we all aren't 
able to do that."

"Why?" Patrick asked, curious.

"Because sometimes people think things that, if they are said, 
make real life a whole lot more complicated than it already 
is."

"But you two love each other" Patrick said quietly "why wouldn't 
she want you to know what she thought?"

"Because, she doesn't want me to feel even worse about this 
whole situation.  Because she knows it's..." Mulder paused to 
clear his throat "it's killing me to do this, to leave you 
after I just found you again."

"I found you" Patrick said through tears as he threw his torso 
against his father and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Mulder grasped his son's body tightly against his own, smelling 
the hotel shampoo in his hair and the licorice on his breath 
"I love you son, and it's because I love you so much that I have 
to do this."

"I know" Patrick cried  "I just wish you wouldn't."

"I love you so much, William" Mulder murmured into his soft brown 
hair over and over again.

"I love you too, dad" he said as he sniffled into his shoulder 
"come back to us."

Mulder couldn't say he would, because he didn't want his son to 
think he was a liar.

The two of them sat on the bed holding on tightly to each other 
until there was a light tap at the door.  Patrick pulled away and 
wiped his nose on his sleeve as Mulder wiped his eyes with the 
back of his hand.  

"It's time" she said from the doorway.

Patrick couldn't get over how small and fragile his mother looked 
at that moment.  Until then, he had only seen her as an unstoppable 
force, stronger then her frame.  Now she looked like she could 
crumble to the ground if someone touched her.  He saw his dad walk 
over to her, grasp her and fold her into his arms with such force 
Patrick was sure she would fall to pieces.  But instead, 
surprisingly, she gained strength from his embrace and seemed 
to transform in front of his eyes.  She became solid and 
formidable in the blink of en eye.  Patrick couldn't even look 
away when he saw his father place a passionate kiss on her lips 
and then walk past her out the door.  Not a word was uttered 
between them, and he knew he and his mother would not go outside 
to see him off.  Their goodbye had just taken place.  

Patrick walked over to his mother and wrapped his arms around her 
and sobbed.  She patted his soft hair and whispered "he'll always 
love you" over and over again as she tried to hold back her own 
tears.  Patrick knew she was saying it to herself as much as she 
was saying it to him.  

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The end of Part 61