I have no idea how I cane up with this story, but hey here it is. Please, R&R. Summary: Chapter 1: The Project
Thanks to Teliko. x3 for Beta-ing! & for Mulder's ringtone for Skinner! haha.
William is haunted by terrible dreams that reveal too much about the truth. (Super Soldiers/Black Oil/Alien Invasion). But what happens when after a class project on imagination this goes to the FBI? William gets taken away from his abusive adoptive parents, and Mulder and Scully are on a mission to get, keep, and protect their son from the danger that is sure to come.
Patterson Residence
Auburn, Wyoming
November 8th, 2007
6:23 PM
"Will, you go on upstairs and do your homework." A tall bald man said firmly as he took his plate from the kitchen table to the sink.
William, with brown hair and blue eyes, slowly slid his chair back to get from out of it and leave the table. The small child of only six left his plate and glass at the table.
"Damnit Will, what did I tell you about leaving your dishes at the table? You're not at a restaurant. We clean up our messes at home!" A woman, with short brown hair, next to the man, yelled at the boy, her hands on her hips, expression angry.
"I'm... sorry Mommy." William turned around, tears in the corners of his eyes.
"No, Will. You said you were sorry the last times you did that. If you were really sorry you wouldn't do it again." The boy's bottom lip quivered at his mother's words.
"Anna," the man said to the woman, who was presumably his wife. "Look at the child; he looks terrified."
"I don't care, Tom. He should know by now."
"For goodness sakes, he's six years old!"
"Why do you always do this? You pick his side!"
"I pick his side? Anna, we're not in middle school! I don't pick sides. I just think you're wrong."
"I'm wrong? I'm wrong about how to raise my son?"
"He's our son. You wanted a child so bad and yet you yell at him constantly."
"You're saying I'm a bad mother."
"I didn't say that."
"The fuck you didn't!" William, who was staring at his parents fight for some time now, busted out into tears. "Be quiet and go to your room, Will!"
William ran upstairs and grabbed his stuffed alien that he had for as long as he could remember.
"Homework," he said to himself, walking to his back pack by his desk.
He pulled out a piece of paper he had in his folder. It said,
Creative-Science Project
Dear Parents,
For the past few weeks your child has been learning about what the word fiction means. For our new science project we are going to be creating a fictitious story. This story is based souly on the student's imagination. It can include anything science related such as, anything space related or anything relating to the future. The requirements are: a two page story, a journal saying what you worked on that day, a paragraph saying how you thought of your idea, a diorama, and three other visual aids. Your child will have two days to work on this in school, but the rest is to be done at home.
Thank you,
Mrs. Lea
William didn't have to read the paper to know what to do. In school his teacher, Mrs. Lea, had talked about the assignment. He had to use his imagination. William had vivid dreams, and he knew what he was to do. In his dreams he saw a short, blue eyed, red headed lady, who was his mother, and a tall and lanky man with brown hair and green eyes his father. Those people never told him that they were his parents, but it was just a feeling he had.
His dreams were often nightmares. There were always aliens, but they weren't your typical aliens. They were always these odd looking, built, ominous men. However, the men didn't always keep that face and body. They could change into whoever they pleased. They had a mission, and would kill any innocent or non-innocent that would get in their way. There was also this black, oily substance that would enter the body. The body would undergo a transformation. The eyes, they would turn completely black.
His mind would be haunted with this every night, and he knew there was no way to stop it. He would wake up crying whenever these men would attack him, and they were impeccably strong. Luckily, he was never hurt in his dreams. He would always be saved by either the red head or the man. They would tell him not to be afraid. They would tell him that they would never let anything happen to him. They would tell him that they loved him.
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Auburn Primary School
10:13 am
"Everyone," Mrs. Lea, a tall, thin woman, in a high-waisted black pencil skirt and white blouse, announced to the class, which also contained many parents, but not William's. "Now we're going to hear from William Patterson."
The small child carried his poster, small notebook, diorama, and report book all to the front table in front of the classroom. All eyes were on him.
"Hello, my name is William Patterson. My story is called 'The Black Oil and Super Soldiers'." He said in a clear voice to the many eyes that watched him. He wasn't at all nervous, even with the video camera watching him from the back. "I got my idea from my dreams. I would have dreams about men chasing me. In my dream they were called super soldiers. They're not actually soldiers, but they are aliens. They can change what they look like and everything." William's father, Tom, snuck in the back from the slightly open door. "Whenever they see me in my dreams they come attack me. They tell me in a deep, scary voice that I shouldn't be alive. They tell me that I'm part alien too. But the man and woman in my dream, my mommy and daddy, they protect me." Tom, in the back, smiled. "I love my mommy and daddy in my dreams. My mommy, who is short with red hair and pretty blue eyes, loves me. My daddy is very tall. He has brown hair, green eyes, and is in good shape."
The other guests and students turned to look at Tom. They noticed that he didn't at all fit the description. Tom was bald on the top of his head, with blonde hair on the side. His eyes were a golden brown, and he was thin. Tom frowned at his son's words, and now felt utterly embarrassed from seeing the expressions on the other parents' and students' faces.
"Black oil isn't oil at all." William started on a new subject in his story. "It is alive. It's an oily, black substance. It goes into a body and makes it an alien. It usually looks like oil looking worms. When it goes into a person their eyes go completely black. The biggest part of my story is that the aliens will be invading our planet. They're going to destroy everyone. It is happening on two zero one two... in December. I forget what day though." As William began to show his diorama, the teacher pulled him away from the desk.
"William," The teacher whispered to William. She looked at the audience in the classroom again, seeing horrified faces. "You're going to have to go to the office."
"Did I do something bad?" The innocent young boy asked. Mrs. Lea bit her lip, wondering how to word this.
"No... Not exactly, but you'll have to talk to Principal Gamelin and the guidance counselor. Your Mom, Dad, and I will be in their too."
"Okay," William said the fear obvious in his tone.
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William's feet were dangling on the edge of the couch as he, Tom, the principal, Mrs. Lea, and the guidance counselor waited for Anna to arrive. His father wore an ashamed, embarrassed look on his face.
"Mrs. Patterson," Principal Gamelin welcomed William's mother.
"What did he do now?" Anna asked irritated, coming into the room and putting her purse down.
"Well," Mrs. Lea began, taken back by Anna's tone. "His creative science project is at question. We're afraid William is suffering through something. His story, which I'm sure you have read, is-"
"I haven't read any story of his."
"Oh?" Mrs. Lea said.
"I didn't tell those people that I had a project," William said from the couch in a small voice.
"Why didn't you tell them William?" The short blonde guidance counselor named Ms. Quinn asked William in a sweet nice tone.
"The letter Mrs. Lea gave me said parents. They're not my mommy and daddy."
"What makes you say that?" Ms. Quinn asked.
"My mommy is beautiful with red hair, blue eyes, and is short. My mommy loves me and is nice. That lady is tall, with short brown hair, and she has brown eyes. That's not my mommy. That lady doesn't love me and is not nice." It looked like William was telling the truth, but no one could believe it. Yet, his face looked so innocent, and there was no trace of falseness or lying in his eyes. "My daddy is tall with brown hair, green eyes, and has a different body than him," William pointed at Tom.
"Are you referring to the people in your story, Will?" Ms. Quinn spoke again.
"Yes, Ms. Quinn." William smiled.
"Do you know the names of your Mommy and Daddy in your story?" William shook his head.
"But she calls him Mulder, and he calls her Scully."
"Do your dreams scare you William?" Mr. Gamelin asked, gently, despite the fact that Tom and Anna looked outraged. Tears welted in William's eyes, threatening to fall. He gave a slight nod.
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"We're going to have William see a specialist. But we're also going to have him stay with child services for the next few days. You'll both be able to see him." Ms. Quinn told Tom. Tom was still in the office but Anna was waiting by the door.
"Why does he need to stay with child services?"
"At the school, we take a child's claims very seriously. If all goes well, you'll have him back."
"And if it doesn't?" Her face turned hard.
"That shouldn't even be a question in your mind, Mr. Patterson."
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2pm
4 days later
"Hey Scully," Mulder said, in a playful tone, standing in front of their new home. It was a two story, white, modern house, and built five years prior.
"Yeah, Mulder?" She asked.
"I'll beat you inside," Mulder took off to the front door, but Scully grabbed onto his waist, pulling him back. Her long red hair swirled everywhere as she pulled him back. Just as Scully got a head, Mulder put his strong arms around her and got in front, taking the lead. Scully again, put her arms around his waist in attempt to stop him, but instead Mulder picked her up bridal style and carried her through the door.
"I feel like we're getting married," Scully said with a smile. "But I still think I won."
"No," Mulder began, setting her down. "It was a tie. And we're already married," he smirked, waving his wedding band in her face.
"My foot made it through the threshold before you did." She walked off into the kitchen, stopping at the three boxes of dishes sitting on the island. "Ugh, ready to finally un-pack?" Mulder didn't answer, he just looked at the mail he and Scully both received, "Mulder?"
"Hey Scully, who do we know by the name Gillian Lea?"
"Nobody, that I know of," she came up behind Mulder, putting her arms around his waist, and pressing a kiss to his arm as she too looked at the letter curiously.
It was in a large dark yellow envelope, addressed to "Ms. Scully & Mr. Mulder". Their first names were not used. It was sent all the way from Wyoming.
"Well, I guess they don't know your name is now, 'Mrs. Mulder'."
"Mulder just open it." Scully said, impatient, wondering why a Gillian Lea was sending them such a large envelope. 'Now, who do we know in Wyoming?' She asked herself. Mulder took out a smaller white envelope that read, "Please, read this first" on the front. He opened it, and they both silently read it.
Dear Dana Scully and Fox Mulder, Sincerely, PS. I have included a tape of William's project, copies of every part of his project as well.
You do not know me, but my name is Gillian Lea. I'm a first grade teacher at Auburn Primary School, in Auburn, Wyoming. I teach a young boy named, William Patterson, who is six. Just today, he presented his creative science project. These ideas he had in his head were not at all from a six year old child. William is the nicest child in my class, and it got me a little worried when I heard his project. Now, you both were mentioned in William's story. I found you through searching the internet. Luckily, I was able to find your new home address. This story of his intrigued me, and I thought you should have a look, since you are after all, mentioned. If you know William Patterson, please know that he is in good hands. We have him at a child protection services. We fear that his home life is not stable. Please contact me back if you know anything on what is going on. I'm sorry to bother you both if you really know nothing about this boy.
Mrs. Gillian Lea
Mulder pulled Scully into his chest where she dampened his dark green sweater. Tears fell silently from Mulder's eyes as he held his wife.
"Mulder, I don't know if we can open the rest." She said in between sobs.
"Scully, you and I both know that our little boy might be in very grave danger."
"That's just it Mulder," She looked at him, unable to calm herself. "He's not our little boy anymore. He has a family." She buried herself into him again, not wanting to think the thought. Mulder lifted her up bridal style with ease. He carried her crying form to the couch where they sat. Mulder let her cry into him as he smoothed her hair.
"He's still ours Scully. He's with child services. That wasn't a good family for him. We're his family. We love him." She let out louder sobs, and Mulder continued to cradle her until she calmed down a little bit more. He knew she didn't want to hear it, but it had to be said.
"If... if they hurt him it's my entire fault. I gave him up!"
"Shh," he rubbed her back, soothing her.
"Open it, Mulder," He kissed her cheek, hoping she would calm down before he could do it. "Do it before I change my mind." She had no emotion in her voice. All of the emotion she had in her was put forth into her tears.
They both read his story silently, to themselves. It shocked them how accurate everything was. Mulder began to cry with Scully as they read their little boys words, seeing the copy of his name printed on the front of his story, 'William Patterson'. One of his visual aids was a series of pictures he drew to go along with the story. Mulder and Scully were featured many times. Scully looked just like the figure William drew. Same thing went for Mulder. After looking through all of the papers that were sent, Mulder pulled out the DVD.
Scully looked up at Mulder with puffy eyes. She shook her head; Mulder understood.
"Not now," Scully whimpered, "not yet."
"I believe in miracles where you from
You sexy thing (you sexy thing-you)
I believe in miracles since you came along
You sexy thing." (A/n: Thank you Teliko. x3! haha)
"Who's that?" She asked when she heard his blackberry ring from on the table. Her voice was muffled in his shirt.
"That would be Skinner."
"What?" Scully laughed into his chest. She found his ringtone for Skinner hilarious. "Well, answer it."
"Mulder." Mulder answered his phone just like he had since 93'. It was like nothing had changed.
"Hey Mulder, you and Scully better get down to the FBI now. We have a case that you need to hear about."
"Skin man, that's no longer our job anymore, you know that. I couldn't make her go back after all that has happened."
"Mulder..."
"No, we can't. Besides we're unpacking and," Skinner interrupted him.
"It's William, Mulder. It's about William."
Like? There's going to be more chapters to come.
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