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Offspring *R* 5/5
Deslea R. Judd
Copyright 1996
This piece was written in 1996 by the author for personal 
entertainment.  It is copyright and may not be used or distributed 
(except for the purposes of private entertainment) without my 
written permission.
This book is based on The X Files, a creation of Chris Carter 
owned by him, Twentieth Century Fox, and Ten-Thirteen 
Productions.  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, Bill Mulder, Mrs Mulder, 
Samantha Mulder and her clones, Maggie Scully, Melissa 
Scully, Captain Scully, Sharon Skinner, Kimberly Cooke, the 
Cigarette Smoking (Cancer) Man, the Well Manicured Man and 
his offsider, Frohike, Quiqueg, Gautier, Jean Gautier, Ellen, and 
Alex Krycek remain the intellectual property of those parties.  Dr Karen Koettig, Agent 
Grbevski, Melissa Samantha Scully, Grace Skinner, Clone 1 
(Cynthia), Clone 3 (Carolyn), Clone 4 (Catherine), Dr Sam 
Fieldman, Dr Paul Sturrock, Dr Marion Pieterse, Wendy 
Tomiris, Serena Ingleburn, Amarette, Dr Jillian Maitz, Hallie, 
and Emily Trent are mine and copyright. 
Timeframe/Spoilers:  To Avatar (Season 3).

Rating:  R for low-key sex.

Summary:  When Scully and Skinner fall in love, their troubles have only just begun...

Offspring (5/5) 
Deslea R. Judd 
Copyright 1996 
Federal Bureau of Investigation  
Washington, D.C.  
March 29, 1997
	Scully looked up from her microscope.  
	Skinner and Mulder were there.  She looked back 
down, made some notes in a file, removed the slide, and put it 
away.  Only when she had finished did she acknowledge the 
men.  She sat down and beckoned for them to do the same.  
	"Melissa is basically a normal infant.  Her blood and 
tissue are not dissimilar to what would be considered normal, her 
organs are in their normal places, she responds to stimulii in a 
way which is within usual percentiles.  Her blood," she added 
with a grin at Mulder, "isn't green and it doesn't dissolve 
whatever it touches."  There was a relief which she was careful 
not to express - or even acknowledge.  In the back of her mind, 
she had feared that Melissa would be like the Samantha clone, 
the one who had died all those years ago, and corroded before 
her very eyes.  If, as Samantha had believed, the sperm which had 
been implanted within her was that of a clone, she was 
extraordinarily lucky that Walter had made her pregnant before it 
	Mulder said wearily, "Touche."  
	Scully's tone became grave.  "That having been said, 
there were a number of unidentifiable substances in her system.  
They have points of similarity to substances such as, variously, 
enzymes, hormones, T-cells, and so on.  Her secretions are 
somewhat unusual, but don't seem to have any malignant 
properties.  Her immunological responses seem unusual, but we 
can't know more about that until they can be studied in depth.  At 
the very least, it will have to wait until she's weaned; because we 
don't know what anomalies might be being passed on from me, in 
light of the radiation incident.  I must admit, I had some 
reservations about feeding in the first place, but I've analysed 
samples and they seem fine."  She paused.  "Her brain scans did 
show some anomalies, also, but they don't seem to be related to 
disease.  They anomalies are focused around the brain stem, and 
could be expected to impact on the central nervous system."  Her 
brow furrowed. "I don't have any answers.  She could turn out to 
be completely normal in every way that counts.  Her biological 
abnormalities - anomalies - whatever you want to call them - 
could turn out to be completely benign, and or dormant."  
	Mulder's voice was piercing.  "But you don't believe 
	Scully bowed her head for a moment.  "I don't think 
anyone would go to such elaborate lengths for something which 
was intended to be dormant.  That having been said, genetic 
engineering is only as precise as the knowledge which informs it.  
If the people who did this are ignorant as to the precise 
properties of this genetic material themselves, then it - whatever 
it  is - may indeed be dormant - or even harmful.  We just can't 
know that, until she grows."  
	Skinner chose his words carefully.  "Can you make any 
predictions about Melissa's future, Dana?"  
	Scully shook her head.  "Not really.  The fact that she 
appears normal cosmetically is tremendously important.  It 
sounds relatively minor, but it isn't.  We can monitor her 
privately and raise her in a conventional manner, and if she does 
show behaviours or capacities which might cause her problems in 
living in society, we can help her, or even hide her if we have to.  
That's something we couldn't have done if she had looked 
abnormal in some way."  She cleared her throat.  "The most we 
can draw from that, however, is that she can live a fairly normal 
life - at least unless she manifests some characteristic in the 
future which might preclude it.  We can't draw any conclusions 
about her nature from that.  Some of the most anomalous and 
damaged people look completely normal.  We don't know what 
these people were playing with when they did this.  Probably 
they didn't, either."  
	"You mentioned the brain.  Any speculations on 
psychological impact?"  Skinner brainstormed.  
	"Probably nothing at a conscious level, though we can't 
be sure of that, of course.  As I said, I think the most affected 
area will be the central nervous system."  Scully made a face.  
"As to what that means, I don't know.  The CNS is probably the 
least understood of the bodily systems in how it functions.  
Sensations, motor skills, cognitive abilities - those are all related 
in some way to the central nervous system.  Melissa could be 
heightened or diminished in those capabilities, or perhaps 
exercise them unusually."  
	"Psychic abilities, telekinesis, ESP, and PSI have all 
been linked to the central nervous system," Mulder noted.  
	"It's a theory."  Scully was dubious, but her tone was 
mild.  "I won't pretend I'm not worried by these findings, but at 
this stage all worry is speculative.  She is well and seems to fall 
within normal percentiles.  All we can do is wait."  
	Skinner looked away.  Scully tilted her head to meet his 
eye.  "Hey.  Walter."  Her voice was gentle.  "It's going to be 
	He looked back at her, then Mulder.  Finally, he 
nodded and gave a weak smile.  Scully smiled back.  
    	She only wished she believed it herself.
West Tisbury  
Martha's Vineyard, Massachussets  
April 3, 1997 
	Two weeks later, Mulder, Scully, and Skinner sat back, 
sipping on their drinks and relaxing with a leisure quite foreign 
to any of them.  
	They were at Mulder's father's home in Massachussets - 
his //mother's// home, Mulder reminded himself: his father had 
left her the family home in his will, despite the long-ago 
breakup; and against her better judgement she had moved there 
and rented the Chilmark house out.  Yet it was as though his 
father lived on here, and the fact of his death was something he 
kept stumbling over, as though he had forgotten.  But how could 
he forget?  
	They had arrived earlier that morning, showing up 
unannounced.  Virginia Mulder had shown no surprise; she was 
used to her son's surprises.  They weren't close on a day-to-day 
basis, but there was great love between them - a love born of a 
shared hell at his father's hands.  
	"Mom, this is Walter Skinner," Mulder had said, "and 
my partner, Dana Scully, I believe you've met."  
	Ginny had shaken hands with Skinner, who held 
Melissa; but Dana she had embraced warmly.  Somewhat taken 
aback, Dana had returned the embrace.  "I remember you, Dana.  
I remember what you did for me at Bill's funeral.  I never did 
thank you."    
	Dana blushed.  "Mrs Mulder, I-"  
	"Ginny," Virginia corrected.  "Please."  
	Three days after Bill Mulder had been gunned down, 
Mulder, too, had been presumed dead after being caught in a fire 
engineered by Cancer Man.  He had survived, and he had come to 
Scully in a dream, telling her that he lived.  Scully had never 
acknowledged the dream, even to herself; but on an impulse, she 
had gone to Bill's funeral and told Ginny that her son was alive.  
Unknown to her, Virginia Mulder, who had lost her son and his 
father in the space of a week, had with methodical calmness 
decided to suicide.  Scully's words had been all that had kept her 
alive until Fox had returned.  
	Now, Ginny invited them in and welcomed them 
warmly.  Not a particularly domestic personality, she had 
nonetheless pampered them, ensconsed them in the sunroom with 
food and drink, and cooed with a middle-aged woman's self-
deprecating delight over Melissa.  
	After a lively morning tea, the two men left to buy lunch 
over Ginny's protests that she had enough to feed them all.  She 
and Dana remained in the sunroom, Dana nursing Missy.  
	They were silent for a time, but then Ginny said 
reflectively, "You know, this morning is the first time I've felt at 
home here since I moved back."  
	"I wondered why-" Ginny looked up, and Dana broke 
off suddenly.  "I'm sorry, Ginny.  I don't want to pry."  
	Ginny gave a grim smile.  "You wondered why I came 
back, when Fox has certainly told you how horrible those years 
here with Bill were."  Dana nodded cautiously.  "He was right; 
they were horrible years.  But they were also my years with my 
children - with Samantha."  She looked at Dana and Missy.  
"You understand, even though Fox doesn't."  
	Dana nodded, holding the baby against her breast, not 
trusting herself to speak.  
	Ginny went on.  "That was why Bill left me this place, 
really.  Even in the hatred, Bill and I shared something no-one 
else could enter into - the pain of losing her.  And when he threw 
me out with nothing but Fox, he was wrong - he knew that.  
Leaving me this place was him making amends.  It was him 
giving back what he'd taken from me - my home."  She shrugged.  
"Bill had to wait until he was dead to admit he was wrong.  
That's what he hated about Fox.  He saw in Fox the integrity he 
didn't have himself.  That's why he treated him so badly...because 
whenever he looked at my son, he saw his own shame.  He could 
never tell Fox he was proud of him."  
	Dana bowed her head a moment.  "Ginny, I think 
Mulder's father did tell him in the end.  He doesn't talk about it 
very much, but I know they reached some kind of understanding 
the night he died.  Mulder seemed to make peace with his father 
in some way."  
    	Ginny's voice was reflective.  "I hope so."  She paused, 
and her tone lightened.  "Tell me, Dana, why do the two of you 
call each other Mulder and Scully?"  
	Dana smiled, shrugging slightly.  "I don't know.  He 
makes everyone call him Mulder, you know that.  I think he felt, 
in the beginning, that he had no right to call me Dana if I called 
him Mulder.  Now, we're on different terms.  I would let him call 
me Dana, and he might even let me call him Fox, I think; but 
somehow, Mulder and Scully seems right."  
	Ginny seemed to accept this, and they fell once more 
into silence.  Finally, she asked, "Dana, are you going to tell me 
whatever it is the three of you came to tell me?"  
	She bit her lip.  After a long moment, she said quietly, 
"I think that should wait until they get back, Ginny.  It's not my 
	"All right." 
	The men returned, and the four of them had lunch.  
Melissa slept in her bouncer.  But where morning tea had been 
lively and chatty, lunch was strained; all four lost in thought, 
their faces lined with anxiety.  
	They retired in silence to the lounge room.  There, it 
was Virginia Mulder - who feared what was to come but who, 
like her son, wanted the truth - who broke the quiet.  She cleared 
her throat.  "I do realise that this isn't a social call, however 
pleasant it's been," she said.  "The three of you have something to 
tell me, and I would like to know what it is."  
	Mulder spoke.  "Mom-"  He broke off, suddenly losing 
his nerve.  
    	Scully regarded him for a moment, and finally, she said 
what he couldn't bring himself to.  "Ginny," she said gently, "it's 
about your daughter.  It's about Samantha."  
    	Virginia nodded slowly.  She had suspected as much.  
    	Mulder looked gratefully at Scully, finding his voice 
once more.  "I told you once that the woman who claimed to be 
her, wasn't."  
	Ginny nodded.  "To be honest, Fox, I thought you told 
me that to make it easier after she died.  I admit that she didn't 
feel right, somehow; but who else could she have been?  Why 
would she lie?"  
	Mulder bowed his head.  "That's a long story in itself, 
Mom, and to be honest it's beside the point.  To put it briefly, 
she wasn't Samantha, but she needed my help, and she thought 
pretending to be her was the only way to get it.  She knew so 
much about us because she knew Samantha.  She died before she 
could tell me where the real Samantha was."  
	The //real//   Samantha?   Something about his phrasing 
gave Virginia some idea of the truth.  A suspicion arose in her 
mind.  Before she could stop herself, she said, "Fox, was she a 
	All three stared at her, Mulder speechless.  Scully 
spoke.  "You knew about the cloning?"  
	Ginny hesitated for a long moment before she replied.  
"I knew there were cloning experiments.  Bill was involved in 
them.  I didn't know they were cloning Samantha, but I knew they 
had her.  I should have guessed."  
	Mulder nodded.  "Yes, Mom.  The woman who came to 
us was a clone.  There were others, too.  But we found her - the 
real her."  
	"How do you know?" Ginny asked suspiciously.  
    	Mulder glanced at Scully for help.  Neatly, she bridged 
the gap.  "There were - certain properties in the blood of the 
clones which made them quite recognisable when they bled.  
Samantha cut her hand for us.  Her blood was quite normal."  
	Mulder took up the story once more.  "Samantha was 
held prisoner on a government station in North Dakota.  We 
found her and we wanted to bring her away, but she wanted to 
rescue some other abductees.  There-" He stopped suddenly and 
hung his head in his hands.  Scully opened her mouth to finish, 
but Skinner quietened her, taking her hand.  This was something 
Mulder had to do himself.  
	He looked up once more, his voice breaking.  "There 
was an explosion, Mom.  I couldn't get her out in time.  She led 
someone out and went back in just before it blew.  Then she 
called us, and told us to get out, and she was still in there when 
it went up.  She- she saved our lives-" He looked down at his 
hands, resolutely fighting back tears.  This was his failure, and 
he would face it, and admit it.  He didn't want them to pity him.  
Facing his mother once more, he cleared his throat.  "I didn't 
want to tell you, Mom.  I didn't want you to know we'd lost her 
all over again.  But - you had a right to know-"  
	Virginia cut him off, taking his hands in hers.  There 
were tears in her own eyes.  "No, Fox, you were right to tell me.  
You shouldn't have to carry this alone."  
	"I did my best, Mom," Mulder said brokenly, finally 
giving in to the tears.  Scully, beside him, could bear it no longer 
and put her arms around him, and he wept against her as though 
his heart would break.  Skinner rested a hand on his shoulder, 
unsure of his ground, but moved with compassion.  
	Ginny's brow creased as he quietened.  She knew Bill 
had thrown it in his face when they had lost her - lost the clone, 
she corrected herself.  She felt for her son.  "You did more than 
your best, Fox.  You found her.  And she died saving others.  We 
may not have had the chance to know her, but we know what 
kind of a woman she was.  That's something I couldn't have had 
without you."  She gave him a sorrowful smile.  "You did good, 
	There was silence for a long moment, and Mulder 
looked gratefully at his friends.  He turned back to his mother.  
"There's more," he said, the strength returning to his voice.  
	Virginia nodded.  "I thought so."  
	Skinner took up the story.  "Ginny, your daughter was 
involved in some experiments in genetic engineering.  The 
cloning was only one of them.  Another experiment involved 
using human ova and tampering with it.  As far as we can make 
out, this was with a view to creating a breed of human capable of 
surviving biological warfare - and possibly nuclear warfare as 
	"A super race?" Ginny asked.  
	"We don't think so," Scully answered.  "Just a survival 
race."  She paused.  "Among the ova used were ova which 
originated with your daughter.  A number of the other women 
kept prisoner were pregnant with your daughter's children.  As 
far as we know, none of them survived the blast, either."  
	Virginia put a hand to her mouth.  "Dear God, no 
wonder she wanted to save them.  My poor Samantha.  And those 
poor babies-"  
	And then she broke off in sudden realisation.  She 
glanced over at Missy.  "Oh, my God."  
	Mulder took his mother's hand.  "Scully was abducted, 
too.  We got her out.  We didn't realise at the time that she had 
had Samantha's ova implanted, too.  When she and Skinner got 
pregnant, they didn't realise - they didn't know-"  
	Scully admitted gently, "Melissa isn't mine and Walter's 
- not genetically speaking.  She's Walter's and Samantha's."  She 
was silent a moment, her gaze falling on the child she had borne 
who wasn't hers.  "We thought you should know."  
	"This is my grandchild?" Ginny asked tremorously.  
	Scully met her gaze.  There were tears in her eyes which 
she rebelliously held back.  She still hadn't made peace with the 
fact that Melissa wasn't hers.  Maybe she never would.  She 
nodded.  It was Mulder's turn to put an arm around her, and 
Walter smoothed back her hair, almost paternally.  
	Virginia was silent.  Finally, she said quietly, "Thank 
you for telling me.  It means a lot to know that she lives on, 
	Scully nodded.  "My sister died last year, Ginny.  I 
knew that I would want to know if - well, if it had been her."  
	"I can understand if the answer is no, but-"  
	Skinner cut her off.  "We're happy for you to be part of 
her life, Ginny.  Not even so much on Samantha's part as on 
Mulder's.  He's as much a part of the family as Missy is."  Mulder 
shot him a stunned glance, touched.  Scully smiled at both men 
with great warmth.  She felt as though, in bringing her family 
together, Walter had lifted the cloud of a moment ago.  
	Melissa woke then, with a lusty cry.  Scully moved 
automatically to comfort her, but she stopped.  She turned to 
Ginny.  "Do you want-" she broke off.  
	Ginny broke into a smile.  "Yes."  She went to the 
bouncer and lifted her up.  "Thank you, Dana," she said, not 
without compassion for the latter's pain.    
	Scully nodded, blinking back tears.  This hurt much 
more than she had expected it to.  But she knew she had done 
what was right.  //And, Starbuck,//    she heard her beloved Ahab 
say, //that's all you can do.//  
	//God help me, it's all I can do.//
	Mulder stared out the window.  
	Scully and the baby were out there, Skinner following 
them at a quicker pace.  He caught up to her and greeted her, but 
there was no warm embrace.  Instead, they walked together, 
almost gloomily.  Mulder felt rather gloomy himself.  
	As he watched, they came to a standstill and faced one 
another, misery in both their stances.  Whatever they were taking 
about, it was serious - he was sure of it.  It wasn't a fight, but it 
wasn't happy, either.  
	His mother came up behind him.  "Fox?"  
	He turned, surprised.  "Mom.  I'm sorry - did you want 
	Virginia Mulder smiled faintly.  "I just wondered where 
you were."  She looked past him, through the window.  "I should 
have known."  
	He looked at her, confused.  He waited.  Finally, she 
went on, "Are you in love with her?"  
	Mulder didn't speak the denial that sprang 
automatically to his lips.  He turned back to watch them.  
Skinner leaned forward and kissed her, just once.  Still dejected, 
but their steps lighter, the two of them turned back and began to 
stroll slowly back towards the house.  "I don't know," he 
admitted finally.  "Maybe."  He paused, reflecting.  "But you 
know what, Mom?  I don't think that it really matters.  What 
Scully and I have is so much more than anything like that.  I don't 
grieve over her and Skinner.  What they have together is good.  
He makes her happy.  I don't need to be with her that way to love 
her, and to live that out."  
	Virginia felt for her son.  She put a hand on his 
shoulder.  "Does she love you?" she asked, knowing the answer.  
	Without hesitation, Mulder nodded.  "Yes.  She does."  
There was so little in life of which Mulder was sure; but he was 
sure of that.  
	"Then maybe you're right.  Maybe 'in-love' isn't what 
matters here."  
	He turned to his mother.  "You're a wise woman, Mom."  
	Virginia gave a gentle smile.  "And I learned it all from 
	Mulder was waiting for them on the verandah.  Skinner 
greeted him, then unobtrusively slipped indoors.  
	Scully watched him go.  When the door clicked shut 
behind him, she turned to him and said quietly, "Walter asked me 
to marry him."  
	Mulder had expected this.  What he hadn't expected 
was his reaction.  He wasn't dismayed.  He was pleased.  He had 
spoken a more profound truth to his mother than he had realised.  
"And?" he asked, leading her to the bench.  They sat down.  
	To his surprise, she said firmly, "I told him no."  
	He was stunned.  He looked at her searchingly.  
"Scully...//Dana."//    She met his eye in surprise.  He hadn't 
called her by her first name since...well, she couldn't remember.  
Maybe he never had.  "Do you love him?"  
	Scully nodded slowly.  "Yes, I do," she said diffidently.  
	"Then, why-"  
	He stopped short.  Because he understood.  
	"Why have you never married?" she countered.  "There's 
your parents' marriage, which I know wasn't happy - but it's more 
than that, isn't it?"  
	He gave a rueful little smile.  "Scully, I'm married 
already.  I'm married to finding the truth, finding my sister...and 
now, finding out why.  There's no room for anyone else in that, 
except you - you because you're part of it.  Even if I could make 
it work, it wouldn't be fair.  I couldn't do that to anyone I really 
loved."  He met her gaze with comprehension.  "And neither can 
you," he said.  It wasn't a question.  
    	"And neither can I," she agreed with a touch of sadness.  
She smiled faintly.  "Walter was right that day that we argued.  
One of us would be transferred.  I can't expose the X Files to that 
kind of danger - not now.  Besides, I need some stability in my 
life - in myself - before I can even think about taking a step like 
that.  I can't achieve that while ever the truth about Melissa is out 
there.  I need to know.  I need the truth."  She looked down at the 
child in her arms with a flicker of pain.  
	"You've heard the truth, Scully," he said gently.  
    	Scully shook her head.  "I've heard half the truth - if 
that.  If Samantha really knew the whole truth, she'd be alive 
right now.  She would have known enough to protect herself.  
She was a pawn."  Mulder bowed his head.  "I'm sorry, Mulder.  I 
wish I could bring her back to you."  
    	He looked at her, suddenly pained, and nodded.  
"Maybe," he mused, "the only one who has all the answers is 
    	Scully gave a watery smile.  "Maybe you're right." 
West Tisbury  
Martha's Vineyard, Massachussets  
April 4, 1997
	Walter came to her that night.  
	She was feeding Melissa in the early hours of the 
morning when he crept down the stairs.  She herself had elected 
to sleep on Ginny's couch so that she wouldn't disturb the rest of 
the household tending to her.  When she heard his footfall on the 
stairs, she looked up.  "I didn't mean to wake you."  
	"I was already awake."  
	He sat down at her side, watching.  He leaned forward 
and stroked the infant's milky-white cheek, which melded with 
the milky-white skin of Dana's breast.  It was only with great 
restraint that he didn't touch her.  He wanted to, but it would 
have been...rude, somehow.  It was a liberty he had no right to 
	He looked up at Dana's face as she gently removed 
Melissa from her breast and wiped the tiny mouth.  "Do you want 
me to put her down?" Walter asked.  
	She nodded wordlessly and gave him the baby.  He took 
her to the makeshift basket by the window and laid her down.  
He stroked the downy head and wrapped her in her blanket.  He 
watched her for a long moment, then pulled himself away.  
	When he returned to Dana's side, she had buttoned her 
nightgown and she sat curled up on one end of the sofa.  They 
held one another with their eyes in the dim light for a moment; 
then, finally, she said, "You know, it's funny.  You and I and 
Mulder, too - we all live such crazy lives that the everyday joys, 
the things like feeding her and putting her to bed and holding her 
and all of that - they just sort of slip by."  
	"There are other everyday joys, too, Dana," he said 
before he could stop himself.  "Being together, holding one 
another..." Walter stopped.  She looked at him, unblinking.  
Finally, he said in a low voice, "I love you, Dana."  
	Dana looked away, suddenly ashamed.  "Walter, I'm not 
a demonstrative person.  I don't say it as often as I should or 
show it the way you deserve - that's just not who I am."  She 
turned back to face him.  "But I love you, too.  More than you 
could ever know."  
	He leaned forward then, and took her face in his hands.  
He touched his lips to hers, felt the softness opening up beneath 
them.  She put her arms around his neck and, straightening out 
her body, drew him close to her.  The way he thrust his fingers 
into her hair and tenderly teased her scalp sent shivers through 
her.  His fingertips stroked her face, her neck, as though to 
memorise every curve.  
    	They stayed that way for long, delicious moments; but 
finally, Walter's fingers found the buttons at her neck.  He 
looked at her, searching for aquiescence; but she hesitated.  
"What's wrong?" he asked, gently.  
	Dana's brow creased, and she seemed to struggle with 
the words.  "I - you'll think I'm silly, Walter."  He shook his head, 
mystified.  She went on softly after a moment, "I - I want to be 
beautiful for you."  
	He had a glimmer of understanding then.  Touched, and 
a little saddened that he even had to say it, he told her with great 
tenderness, "You're always beautiful for me, Dana.  And you 
could never be less so for having had our child."  He slid his 
hand over her still-rounded stomach and leaned down to kiss it 
through the gown.  He drew her closer still and touched his lips 
to her cheek.  "Let me love you, Dana."  
	She turned her face to meet his lips with hers, parted 
them, and surrendered to her own growing passion.  After a long, 
long moment, she said firmly, "Love me, Walter."  
	"Always," he murmured.  
	And then he was unfastening her nightclothes and 
sliding the cotton gown off her shoulders, and she was pushing 
away his robe; but neither of them noticed, so absorbed were 
they in one another.  Dana was only faintly aware that suddenly 
they were naked, flesh against flesh; somehow the indescribable 
emotion in his eyes was much more important.  Her ivory skin 
was silver in the moonlight of the open windows, and he made 
the smallest sound which in some way expressed the incredible 
depth of feeling for which he had no words.  There was 
something there which was greater than grief or fear or joy.  
Greater?  Or baser?  Certainly purer, more fundamental.  And he 
saw it reflected in her own eyes, dark and fine.  
	He lowered his head to the indentation at the base of 
her neck and kissed it, nuzzled it, bathed it with his tongue.  He 
moved further down her body, kissing her velvety breasts, 
inhaling the scent of her milk and the salty smell of his child on 
her.  He felt her move to touch him, but he looked up at her.  
"No, Dana," he said gently, "let me do this for you.  Let me give 
to you."  
	Slowly, she nodded, and settled for running her 
fingertips over his head, his neck.  She sank back in the cushions 
and gave herself up to him, to the smooth, strong hands that 
touched her with such longing, the soft lips that searched and 
probed, the silky tongue that found the warmth and the softness 
at her core.  And when she shuddered against him, he came up to 
kiss her, her own taste on his lips.  She took them eagerly 
between hers, drinking in her own scent and her own taste, her 
need overtaking even desire.  
	She felt his hardness pushing tenderly against her.  "I 
don't want to hurt you," he said gently.  
	She smiled, saying softly, "You said that the first time 
you touched me like this, too."  
	"So I did."  But the question in his eyes remained.  
	She answered it.  "You won't.  Karen gave me the all-
clear last Friday."  She took his face in her hands.  "Walter, 
you've never hurt me.  I don't believe you will now."  
	He took courage in her belief, and he pushed himself 
into her warm depths.  For all her words, Dana hadn't been sure; 
but now, she rose to meet him, her body opening up to receive 
him and be part of him.  And dear God, how right it seemed.  
And when he gave her what was his to give, she moaned ever so 
softly for him to never let her go.  
	When it was over, Dana held him, his head against her 
breast.  She cradled him, suddenly maternal, her instincts coming 
to the fore; and amid the depth of love and the intensity of 
emotion which had passed between them, she swore never to let 
anything come between them again. 
Dresner Family Wall  
Latvian Orthodox Cemetery  
Boston, Massachussets  
April 16, 1997
	Virginia, Dana, Missy, Walter, and Fox stood before 
the small bronze plaque in silence.  
	It was funny, Fox thought, that right now, that was how 
he thought of the five of them.  There was no Mom, or Scully, or 
Skinner, or God forbid, Sir.  Just five scattered people drawn 
together by one woman, for better or for worse.  
	It was stark in its simplicity.  Just her name, and her 
dates; 22 January 1964-13 March 1997.  No mention of Melissa 
or the countless dead children she had been mother to; no 
mention of Frohike, whose life she had saved; or the clones, 
whom she had tried to help.  No testimony to the woman she had 
	There had been no formal memorial service for 
Samantha.  The Mulders had lost their faith after she had been 
taken, all of them; and none made any pretence of religious 
commitment, even in death.  But Virginia had felt it important to 
acknowledge her in the wall that had housed the remains of her 
family since their emigration to the U.S.A. so many decades 
before.  And so here they stood, the five of them (well, four of 
them; he himself held Missy in his arms), without benefit of 
clergy or service, showing their respect for a woman they were 
never allowed to know well enough to love.  
	By unspoken agreement, each of them placed their 
flowers at the foot of the wall and turned away.  They walked in 
silence to Scully's car.  
	At last, Ginny spoke.  "Thank you for coming, Dana, 
Walter.  It would have been awful for it to have been just Fox 
and I."  She paused.  "That's what I hate the most, you know.  Not 
that she was taken, but that she never lived.  She never had 
friends, or family.  The five of us are something, but even we 
never knew her.  What was done to her - isolating her that way - 
was wrong."  
	Dana took Ginny's hand.  "Yes, it was.  But she was a 
good woman, Ginny.  She was noble and brave.  We can't know 
much, but we know that."  
    	Ginny simply smiled and kissed her cheek.  "Thank 
you, Dana."  
	"Are you coming to the baptism?" she asked after a long 
    	Virginia Mulder nodded.  "I wouldn't miss it for the 
	With that, Scully and Skinner got into her car and 
Ginny and Mulder walked on to his; and they parted.  
	 And none of them saw the blonde woman who looked 
St Gerard's Catholic Chapel  
Annapolis, Maryland  
April 19, 1997 
    	Melissa Scully lay motionless in Dana's arms.  She was 
completely placid and still - except for her eyes.  
	Dana had noticed this habit of hers a lot.  While other 
babies squirmed, Melissa would remain quite removed from her 
surroundings.  However, her glance seemed to dart everywhere, 
taking in everything around her.  Sometimes it enthralled Dana.  
Sometimes it frightened her.  The child was just too self-aware.  
She had the strangest feeling that Missy was not only seeing; she 
was actively looking at and processing that which she saw.  
	Just the same, she was a joy.  Walter visited every day, 
and not just to play with her like some kind of novel toy.  He 
really helped with her, and took pleasure in doing so.  His 
commitment to her should not have surprised Dana, but it did.  
She had truly expected to be alone in raising Missy.  This was 
not so much an indictment on her opinion of Walter as one on 
her own presuppositions.  Self-sufficiency was a good thing, but 
she was beginning to see that expecting to be alone was not.  
	Sometimes, Walter stayed with her, and she accepted 
those times together as a gift.  But though she longed to be with 
him, she never sought those times.  It would be wrong to seek 
him out and then push him away.  Walter seemed to understand 
that, and he seemed to know when he could hold her, or kiss her, 
or make love to her; and he also seemed to know when it would 
hurt them both to do so.  Dana had never been a believer in 
intuition, but she could see that he had something.  Maybe it was 
just that he knew her so well.  Whatever the case, they had 
achieved some level of understanding that enabled them to love, 
but also to remain true to themselves and their circumstances.  
	Mulder, too, was a constant companion.  Always a 
devoted friend, he had come to view Missy as his own child.  He 
never voiced it that way, he was too sensitive to their feelings for 
that; but Scully knew him too well.  She didn't mind.  She liked 
the fact that her daughter would grow up among so many who 
loved her.  She had been so fortunate in that way herself.  
	After some deliberation, Scully had told her mother, 
Maggie, that Missy was her own child.  It transpired that Maggie 
had guessed, and she did not demand the explanations for Dana's 
secretive behaviour that others might have.  Maggie had dreamt 
her daughter gave birth at home, surrounded by her friends.  
Scully privately dismissed this claim, but not before going 
deathly pale.  However, she gave her mother's experience the 
respect it deserved by accepting it without editorial comment.  
Harder to dismiss was Maggie's readiness to go along with the 
adoption story without so much as an explanation - Maggie 
Scully, who so valued the truth.  Scully said as much, but 
Maggie replied cryptically that some truths should be sacrificed 
to serve others.  Scully wondered just how much her mother 
     Dana was brought back to the present by the sound of the 
congregation.  In the front pew sat Maggie Scully, Ginny 
Mulder, and a small scattering of friends.  The priest had just 
asked them to renew their baptismal promises in preparation for 
Melissa's own baptism.  She looked down at Melissa and her 
hold on the baby tightened.  She glanced up at Walter, who gave 
her a gentle smile.  
	Presenting Walter as Missy's father had not posed the 
problem she had expected.  She had few close friends, but those 
she had had accepted Walter as the baby's father by virtue of 
being involved with Dana.  They did not see his role in the 
child's life as inconsistent with her so-called adoption.  This was 
something for which she was grateful.  She could imagine 
nothing worse for a devoted father such as Walter than being 
expected to refrain from any public involvement with the baby.  
Her baptism alone would have been agonising for him in such a 
	Her gaze fell on Mulder.  She smiled involuntarily.  
Suddenly conscious of her scrutiny, he looked up, then smiled 
back.  She had thought of asking Karen, or perhaps her other 
close friend, Ellen, to be Missy's godmother; but in the end she 
had decided to have Mulder alone.  The three of them had been 
through so much together.  And Walter was right.  In a way, 
Missy did belong to all three of them.  This day was theirs.  
	"Melissa Samantha Scully," the priest began.  
Impulsively, Scully gave Melissa to Mulder.  He shot her a look 
of pleased surprise.  Touched, he held the child forward over the 
font.  The priest poured a small quantity of water over the baby's 
head.  "I baptise you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, 
and of the Holy Spirit."  Only Mulder was close enough to hear 
him gasp.  
	He glanced down at Missy.  Her blue eyes stared up at 
the priest's hand where it was still wet, unblinking.  Their 
expression was almost angry.  Her forehead creased where the 
water had hit it.  Mulder was amazed at the awareness in her 
	He gave a sudden grin.  Missy didn't just know she had 
been hit with water; she knew the priest had done it, and she was 
not impressed.  She was unmistakeably annoyed!  
	Mulder shot the priest a look and saw the water 
bubbling in his too-red palm.  Unobtrusively, the man managed 
to put his hand back into the font and continue speaking, his 
voice slightly strained.  Mulder saw a few tendrils of steam rising 
from the water where he held it.  His smile faded.    
	He looked back down at Melissa in sudden 
comprehension.  She wasn't annoyed.  She was furious. And she 
was getting her revenge.  //You're doing that, aren't you?//    He 
didn't know if he could hear his thoughts, much less if she 
understood him.  But he suspected maybe she could.  
	He glanced over at Scully and Skinner.  Ever doting, 
they were watching Missy.  They hadn't noticed the water.  Good.  
He looked back at Missy once more and stared into her deep eyes 
so like his own.  //Missy, stop it!//    he commanded her silently.  
//It's wrong.  He means you no harm.//  
	The water in the font started to swirl.  She was making 
it worse.  The priest pulled his hand from the water with a tiny, 
barely audible gasp.  
	//I said, stop it, Melissa.  You can't use your power this 
way.  You know that.  Not only is it wrong, it's also unsafe.  Do 
you want these people to know what you can do?//  
	The water continued to swirl lazily.  But at least it 
wasn't speeding up.  
	//I mean it, Missy.  Stop it right now.  I am your uncle 
and your godfather and I know how to keep you safe.  But you 
have to stop.//  
    	Finally, she blinked.  He let out his breath, realising for 
the first time how much she had frightened him.  The water 
	//Good girl.//  
	But, he wondered nervously, smiling wanly at Scully, 
for how long? 
Manhattan City Hotel  
Manhattan, New York  
April 27, 1997 
	"You were right about using one of the human 
Samantha Mulder clones, Sir.  They told her everything, and we 
got her away safely for her to make her report.  The phone call 
was a nice touch."  He paused.  "The real Miss Mulder prepared 
her quite thoroughly.  They didn't suspect a thing.  And in using 
that troublesome Clone 4 to alert the man who was with them, 
we not only confirmed their belief in Miss Mulder's 'death' but 
got her out of the way, too."  
	An elderly, meticulous, well-manicured man with finely 
chiselled features sat, immobile, listening.  
	"We made some enquiries after the explosion.  They 
registered the infant as one Hillary Trent, illegitimate child of a 
terminally ill street kid named Emily Trent.  Conveniently, the 
Trent girl's medical expenses have been miraculously paid by an 
unknown benefactor and she has now been transferred to a 
private hospice.  The Trent girl supposedly arranged a private 
adoption to a Dana Katherine Scully, who changed the infant's 
name to Melissa Samantha Scully.  It's her, though.  We got 
someone in to her and got a blood sample.  The genetic mother is 
the Mulder woman, and the natural father is Walter Skinner, a 
Bureau operative who's involved with Scully.  This was not the 
direct result of the GIFT project.  Scully and Skinner conceived 
naturally, but got the mystery prize from the Mulder ovum."  
	"Very poor work on the part of our Washington man.  
We shouldn't have lost Scully in the first place, but even so, all 
the candidates were supposed to be screened for existing or 
possible involvements to prevent just such an eventuality," the 
well-manicured man pointed out, annoyed.  
	"Sir, to be fair, it does seem that the Scully woman 
checked out on that point.  She hadn't been involved with anyone 
for some time, and she wasn't seeing Skinner at the time that she 
was taken.  It seems that the abduction itself was the catalyst for 
the relationship."  The younger, darker man stopped.  "That's all, 
Sir.  Do you want us to get the child?"  
	The well-manicured man was silent for a moment.  He 
shook his head.  "No.  The FBI woman and the child are to be 
left alone.  And I don't want you to mention any of this to the rest 
of the group - especially our Washington man."  
    	The dark man was surprised.  "With all due respect, Sir, 
may I ask why?"  
	The well-manicured man said calmly, "We have done 
what we set out to do - though admittedly not in quite the way 
we had expected.  It is indeed possible to create and incubate an 
alien-human hybrid which is human in appearance, largely 
human in content, and capable of surviving a massive encounter 
with radioactivity - the Scully infant shows us that.  Time and 
prudent observation will tell us if she is capable of resisting 
biological warfare.  And, as an unexpected bonus, the mothers 
seem to be capable of making a full recovery from radiation 
exposure, as well - at least for the duration of the pregnancy."  
He paused.  "Either this accident can be duplicated, or it can't.  If 
it can, then we will have plenty of subjects for experimentation 
in due course.  If it can't, then it doesn't matter.  And I don't think 
there's any value in taking a child from a woman who knows 
she's given birth and who, if robbed of the child, will stop at 
nothing to get her back - especially not one with resources such 
as the Bureau and that blasted Fox Mulder.  It's an unnecessary 
risk.  Besides, this Scully child will give us the information we 
need to know the effect that human society will have on the 
children of the Project.  This way, we need never fear exposure 
of the Project from Mulder or Scully, because to do so would be 
to expose that child.  We've got everything to lose and practically 
nothing of use to gain by removing the Scully infant."  
	The dark man suddenly broke into a grin.  "Is that really 
why?  Sir, I believe there's another reason."  
	The well-manicured man raised an eyebrow.  "Do go 
	"You //like//   them.  You like having an adversary to 
match wits with.  You wouldn't let them endanger the Project, 
but you wouldn't kill them, either.  I believe Fox Mulder and 
Dana Scully make you feel young again."  
	The well-manicured man regarded his assistant keenly.  
Then he laughed.  
	"I believe you're right." 
Sandy Mountain 24-Hour Diner  
Unmapped U.S. Government Territory  
April 29, 1997
	Two blonde women sat close together in a diner on the 
outskirts of Nevada.  The customers in the surrounding booths, 
mostly men, were all government operatives.  It was a government 
town.  None of them seemed surprised by the completely 
identical pair.  If anything, they were surprised that they 
numbered only two.  
	One of the women was named Samantha Mulder.  The 
other, who if you looked really closely had slightly less brilliant 
eyes, but who otherwise was her replica, was a woman without a 
name.  The files referred to her as Clone 3.  Samantha, in a 
concession to sentiment, had named her, as she had named them 
all.  This one, a human, she had named Carolyn.  
	"What can I get you ladies?  Twins, ain't ya?"  
	Two sets of identical eyes looked up at the man.  The 
hearty old bastard was so jolly it was disgusting.  Samantha 
spoke.  "Just two cokes, thanks.  Yes, we're twins."  
	Digesting this seemingly self-evident information, the 
old man nodded thoughtfully.  He came to himself, remembering 
the chore at hand.  "Two cokes?  Won't be long."  
	The two women waited until he was out of earshot.  
	It was a demand for information.  Carolyn provided it.  
"A child was born of the Project.  A girl.  The mother is your 
brother's closest friend - woman named Dana Scully.  The father 
is Scully's man - seems they had a little rendezvous as soon as 
Scully was rescued.  Scully and your brother and Scully's man 
had found out that you were the genetic mother.  They also knew 
the baby wasn't completely human."  
	"How did they know?"  
	"Genetic testing.  Interestingly, and quite by accident, 
the Scully woman was caught in a nuclear accident of some kind.  
She made a full recovery, as did the baby.  Everyone else was 
dead within the day."  
	Samantha sat back in surprise.  "Well, I'll be damned.  It 
actually worked."  She looked back at Carolyn.  "The woman?"  
	Carolyn shrugged.  "I only met her briefly.  Nice lady.  
Gave birth the day I saw her.  She was all in."  
	Samantha nodded.  "I'll just bet she was."  She paused 
warily, then asked in a low voice,  "And the baby?"  
	The other was noncomittal.  "Hard to know.  They said 
she looked normal, and her blood was normal, of course, since 
the clone sperm didn't make it into the package; but they knew 
her DNA had been interfered with.  We'll have to wait and see.  
Scully called her Melissa."  
	Samantha's brow creased.  "Any reason for the name?"  
	"She didn't say, but I know Scully had a sister by that 
name.  There was an attempt on her life last year, by them.  That 
creepy Krycek guy and his gang, to be precise.  The first Melissa 
was killed in the crossfire."  Carolyn was silent a moment.  
	She hesitated.  "I don't want to offend you, Samantha, 
but-" she broke off, before blurting out, "Why do you stay with 
these bastards, and the Project?  That guy, your brother - he's 
really nice.  And he hasn't given up on looking for you in over 
twenty years."  
	Samantha laughed cynically.  "He's not quite so 
committed as all that, Carolyn.  He handed over Cynthia, the 
alien clone - the one they called Clone 1 - in exchange for Scully 
in a hostage crisis.  She died."  Her eyes became grave.  "I loved 
Cynthia.  She was the first.  It wasn't right, him just handing her 
over like that.  They were going to kill her anyway, you know - 
just to stop him from searching for me - but he did it as much as 
they did."  
	Carolyn was unconvinced.  "Just the same, Samantha, 
he loves you.  I wish someone loved me like that.  But I'm just a 
clone.  I don't belong to anyone.  Just like Cath-"  She stopped 
short.  She couldn't say it.  The wound was too fresh.  "Just like 
Clone 4.  We're nobodies, and nobody's.  That why they let her 
die in the fire, to make them think you had died.  We're 
dispensible because somehow we aren't //real."//    How very 
Carolyn, Samantha thought.  
	Carolyn was a dreamy, emotive personality.  That was 
why she had been chosen to play Samantha for Mulder:  those 
who made the decisions in these matters knew she could be 
trusted to fabricate the necessary emotions to be convincing in 
the role.  Many of the clones, especially the aliens such as the 
now-deceased Catherine, could not.  What those who made these 
decisions didn't realise was that for Carolyn, she and Samantha 
were one.  And her emotion at seeing "her" brother had been real.  
One day, Samantha thought regretfully, that would be Carolyn's 
	At this thought, her look became stricken.  She took 
Carolyn's hand.  "Don't say that, Carolyn.  You belong to me.  I 
love you like that.  You and the others are why I stay.  Besides -"  
	"It's all I know."  
	Their cokes came, and the conversation ended.  But 
later that night, Samantha Mulder thought of her brother, and her 
child, the one Dana Scully had borne, and she began to think.  
	And plan.
OK, I know the cliffhanger is a cheap trick.  I don't even know if 
Samantha will bother to carry out her scheme - she's got a lot 
going on, you know.  But then, who knows?  Let me know what 
you thought, and whether you want to see the story go on.
Deslea R. Judd  
Sydney, Australia  
June 15-August 25, 1996