The Truth is Out There--Scene 69 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! ********************************** "So then Fanshawe disappeared from the locked interrogation room and when Shepherd walked into the room all he found was the one used match laying across the table" Dana said as she closed the book she was holding. "Wow" Patrick looked at her wide-eyed "how did he escape?" "No one knows, except for the fact that he had connections in high places" Dana said as she pulled up his covers. "Thanks for picking up where dad left off." "A promise, is a promise" she said putting the book down beside her. "So, you really knew this man?" Patrick asked yawning. "Unfortunately" she said looking at her hands. "Dad didn't make him as bad in his book as he was in real life, did he?" Patrick asked, knowing the answer. "No, but there is still a whole series..." she smiled down at him. "You and he relied on each other a lot." "We did." She said looking past him "we trusted each other, like no one else." "Was it always like that?" "No" she smiled and flattened the covers across his chest "I think at first it was like in the book, he was annoyed with me always trying to explain things with science, and I was floored by his ability to make serious leaps in logic. But... eventually I started to see the value in having someone who would test me, I think he felt the same." "You two don't talk a lot about the past, do you?" "How do you mean?" she asked confused. "Well, right now, you just said you 'thought' dad felt the same way, but you don't know." Patrick was greeted by a long silence followed by a weak smile. "You should go to sleep, son" she said as she started to rise. 'I know you have always been scared' the voice in her head said quietly 'but it's good to know the truth.' She turned to him and smiled as she shut the bedroom door. Dana knew her son was right. Since they had gone on the run 7 years ago she had preferred to live in the present, in what she knew for sure. She had always been hesitant to re-visit the past, whether it was in the investigation last year, or the cases that have long been closed, or their relationship and how it evolved or didn't evolve at certain points. She and Mulder were good, they were happy, that's all she wanted to know, but in her heart she needed to know so much more. She wanted to know when he really started to trust her, she wanted to know if he felt like only half-himself in this role of writer and not investigator, she wanted to know what he really thought of her all those years ago, she wanted to know what happened with Diana, she wanted to know why he chose to go on that ship and leave her. She wanted to know a whole lot and for many years she had grown accustomed to never asking, scared she wouldn't like the answers, scared those answers would change her life today. They had already treaded on thin ice with their discussions about William and his adoption; it obviously hadn't changed how he felt about her or, she him. Maybe William was right, that she needed to be less scared and have more faith that, whatever the answer to her questions they would be just fine. Dana chuckled to herself at the ridiculousness of her one -sided conversation in her head. She wasn't sure if she would ever get the answers to those questions if Mulder didn't return to them. 'He will' a voice in her head said sleepily. "Patrick" she said as she opened the door "go to..." she paused as she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was off to sleep; his thought to her must have been his last waking one. She walked over to the bed and looked down at her son's beautiful face, the youthful face of his father lit up by the street lamp glowing through the curtains. "Good night, my love" she said to the two men in her life, hoping her words would be carried across sleep and miles to their ears. ********************************************* The end of scene 69