Title: It’s Not Over
Spoilers: my “Jupitor Series” and bits and pieces of TXF.
Disclaimer: Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share your toys, CC?
Summary: just when you think the past is all wrapped up it bursts through the
door, threatening your future.
Notes: There’s no such thing as season 9, there’s no such thing as season 9,
there’s no such thing…..
Other Notes at End.
Date Finished: July 13, 2002.
Life seemed to be moving along normally for everyone. Well normal considering
the people involved, but mainly normally normal. Scully had moved out of her
apartment and into a new one, with Mulder and William. They wanted the new
family to have a fresh start, free from all the events of the past. Anderea felt
it best not to pry into just what events they ment. Mulder, Scully and little
William relocated to a new building much closer to Mrs. Scully, Maggie’s as
she insisted on being called, which surprised her when Scully asked if she would
baby-sit. But Anderea wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, this
gave her a chance to get out of the warehouse on something that wasn’t
business, which is always a treat.
Scully gave a complete run down of for the evening: a schedule for William
and for them, just in case the younger woman needed them: Dinner, non-fat tofuti
rice dreamsicles and a trip to the batting cages.
“Batting cage?” the image of Scully there made her giggle, especially
considering the suits the agent is always seen wearing. Even her version of
casual didn’t fit that.
“Outta that whole list, you find the cages the strangest? What about tofuti?
Doesn’t anyone eat real ice cream anymore?” Mulder muttered in his usual
“We’ll both have our cell phones,” she added, shaking her head, “The
numbers are by the phone.” She seemed apprehensive about leaving her miracle
Anderea nodded, “Willy and I’ll be fine.” They all looked over at the year
old boy sitting on the living room floor, quietly playing.
For a moment it flashed in the mother’s eyes; she didn’t want to leave. She
had a feeling.
“Scully, we’d better get going,” Mulder still used their ‘pet names’
for each other.
“I know, I know,” she smiled faintly, “Give mommy a kiss,” she crouched
down to be the boy’s level, kissing the top of his head, “You be a good boy
for Anderea now.” Rising to her full height she continued, “If he starts
making things float again,” she motioned with her hand, “just ignore it. He’ll
stop in a minute or two.” Not the usual babysitting warning, but this isn’t
the usual baby.
The first time Anderea saw William do just that she stared in a state of
fright and awe and wonder. It was only for a moment, but he made his mobile
spin. The more she saw him do it, the less freaky it seemed And now he just
started making his toys hover. A new telekinetic trick.
“Okay,” she nodded again.
“And feel free to raid the kitchen,” Mulder added quickly, leaning down to
kiss his son, “But no boys,” he added with a sly smile.
“Oh yes sir, Mr. Mulder,” Anderea faked her best little girl voice, “Now
you two have fun,” I ushered them closer to the door, “How can I break the
rules when you’re still here?”
“Thanks again,” Scully smiled, still in the doorway, “Call if anything…..for
“Scully,” his voice was almost a whine, “I’m sure she can handle it, she
lives with the Gunmen for Christ sake. Babysitting is her life,” He gave the
babysitter a quick peak on the cheek before following his partner out.
She locked the door first thing after it closed, all three locks. Just out of
“Looks like it’s just you and me William,” She didn’t get much of a
reply from him. He looked up than back to his toy. Anderea would only have his
company for another half an hour before it was is designated time for bed,
before she was alone.
* * * * * *
After putting the toddler to bed Anderea gave a glance around the
apartment, and saw it was clearly ‘theirs’. Mulder’s court shoes and
basketball were carelessly thrown in a corner. Something that would never be
seen in Scully’s old apartment, neither would the scattering of toys. This was
a family home. A happy, perfectly normal, fully functional family. The
idea and image was warming to her. Someone to come home to or coming home to you
and a healthy child hugging and reaching out for you. It was my secret fantasy.
She figured it had to be everyone’s secret dream. Something so normal.
Something that can only be achieved when everything is normal. It was
A ringing ripped her from the peaceful daydream. It was only after attempting
to answer the home phone that she realised it was her cell phone. The guys
insisted she have one, just in case they needed her or she needed them.
Personally she thought it was just so they could keep taps on her easier.
“Hello?” Anderea answered around the fifth ring.
“Five rings? What took you so long?” Langly whined.
She couldn’t help but smile at his impatience, “Well, Hello Ree. I’m fine,
thank you so much for asking.”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed a little, but went back to his original question,
“What took you so long to answer?”
And still no hello. “I was with another man,” she waited a beat, “putting
William to bed.”
She swore she heard him sigh in relief, “Than you’re out of stuff to do, I
should come over. You know, just to keep you company.”
The young woman giggled, feeling as if she was a teenager babysitting , “Mmm
can’t. Mr. Mulder said no boys.”
He outright laughed.
“And besides, you have to put the paper to bed. That’s part of the reason I’m
“I’d much rather take you to bed,” he lowered his voice to an almost husky
whisper, suggesting the guys were in ear shoot.
“oh, that sounds really good, but I’m gonna have to hang up now and I’ll
call you when I need to be picked up,” she rushed through the statement, not
wanting to give him the chance to talk her out of it, which he could.
“Is that story done yet Langly?” Frohike bellowed in the background.
“Now get some work done,” She worked on hanging up, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” she knew he blushed, “I’m still coming over!” He
rushed his last comment before hanging up.
The apartment fell silent, still and dark. Even with the lights and
television she still couldn’t shake an errie feeling that came over her, a
cold chill, the disappearance of normal. Wishing Langly had put up more of an
argument to ‘drop by’ or made more than an idle threat before hanging up.
She was rubbing the sides of her arms in an attempt to shake the chill when the
front door shook under someone’s knock. Making her way to the door, it shook
“Hello?” a voice that she didn’t recognise asked as she peered through the
A fair sized man stood on the other side; dark features and medium hair. He didn’t
look familiar. He tired the knob.
“Can I help you?”
Again he turned the knob, this time successfully turning it hard enough to snap
the lock. And with one push he opened the door; breaking the chain and dead
bolt. The force sent her back, crashing into the alcove wall.
“What do you want?” Anderea asked of him, recovering from having the wind
knocked out of her and the pain in her back, “What are you doing here?”
He ignored her, continuing in.
“Hey!” She grabbed at his arm, only to be swatted to the floor. “Excuse
me!” staggering to her feet, latching on to his forearm, “Get Out!”
Again he swatted her away, only with much greater force, sending her crashing on
to a side-table. She cradled her arm, having landed on it. She took
several breaths to take her mind off the pain, “What do you want?”
He didn’t need to answer, it became clear what he came for. He went
straight for William’s bedroom.
It’s amazing how an adrenaline rush can drown out pain and panic. Or maybe
it was a sense of duty. Anderea scrambled to her feet, taking a stance between
him and the room door. Not that she had any idea what to do. ‘What I wouldn’t
have given for a baseball bat, or another blunt object,’ she thought.
“You can’t stand in out way,” the first time he spoke.
“Probably not,” she reached for a lamp on the hall table, “But I can fight
you,” with all her effort she crashed the lamp into the side of his
He barely flinched, “you’re becoming an annoyance.” In one movement he
reached out and took hold of her neck with his hand, squeezing. His force lifted
her feet off the floor.
They say that when your life is in danger it flashes before your eyes. That
didn’t happen for her, mostly because she had repressed most of her past and
because her concentration was on his tightening grasp. Gasping for air and
scratching desperately at his hand for release. Opening her tear filled eyes,
she hoped to find something in his, but what she saw surprised and shocked her:
“1019756,” he released his hold, letting her collapse to the floor like a
rag-doll, landing on her already injured arm.
“Oww,” she cried out in pain, taking haggard breaths.
Anderea had past out, the next thing he was gone.
“Oh God, William!” She tried to get to her feet, but was too weak and
battered. And the pain from in her arm and head made crawling to his door
harder, but she still managed. “Thank God,” after pushing the door open
Anderea found William sitting on his toddler bed, his little hands covering his
eyes, “William?” she called to him.
He uncovered his eyes, and smiled.
“It’s okay now, but I want you to stay on the bed okay?” she left the door
open, after getting a nod from him, like he had understood.
She dragged herself to sit against the wall, trying to get some sort of order in
her head. With shaky hands she managed to find her cell in the wreckage that was
the living room and did the first thing that came to mind.
“Lone Gunmen Newspaper Group, Byers speaking,” his voice rang through.
“John, I need you guys to come over, someone was here, he went for William-“,
he had to break through the rambling.
“What happened? Anderea, are you alright?”
“William’s fine,” she had to continue with the train of thought, “He
left after he said,” the numbers went around in her head. ‘Oh god,’ the
realisation hit her, ‘my ID Number. He knew my project ID number’, “Ohmigod…It’s
not over…..it’s never gonna be over.”
“Derea, what is it? You okay?” At some point Langly had taken the phone from
“Could you call Fox and Dana?” Suddenly she couldn’t see straight, feeling
dizzy and thoughts whirling.
“Byers is calling them. What did he say? What did he do?” Aside from being
the worried boyfriend, he was an investigator at heart.
“…..nothing…..” she stuttered.
He was silent, waiting for Anderea to answer.
“I think I’m gonna be sick…..” was the only thing she could say.
“okay, okay. Relax. We’ll be right there,” now the worry in his voice
could be heard.
It's Not Over Pt. 2