TITLE:       Lullaby Times Four
AUTHOR:      Donnilee
E-MAIL:      Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:     http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:      NC-17
CATEGORY:    MSR/Married. DRR.
SUMMARY:     Post Requiem.  Sequel to "L is for Lullaby" and
"Lullaby Redux", and "Lullaby in the Sky".  Scully gives birth again.
Monica and  John have their first child.  Who will help take care of
the children and help them develop their budding abilities?
SPOILERS:    Not really.
DISCLAIMER:  Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without
remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox
Broadcasting.
DEDICATION:  This one is for Dresa who keeps asking for a
continuation of this series ... eh hem, among others!
SPECIAL THANKS:  Thanks to Laura for beta reading this puppy and
stepping up to the plate when I was in a jam!  Thanks darling!

PART 1 (PG-13)
MULDERS' HOME
INDIAN HEAD, MD

The seven months following that fateful visit from Hemma and Hexlar
were a
whirlwind of activity.  We only went out of town on two cases.  Near
the end of
my pregnancy, I stuck close to home.  Monica had taken care of the
kids while
we were gone and we'd planned our trips so they didn't coincide with
the visits
from the aliens.  They had come again three months later and then
again last
month after another three months.  The second time we all made the
trip to the
ship.

I'd been eight months pregnant at that point.  The only good thing
about the trip
was that the lighter gravity of the ship took some of the weight of my
belly off my
back.  I was huge!

Just like before, I could do little more than waddle the last month of
my
pregnancy.  Now my water had broken and Mulder was running my packed
bag
out to the car.  I'd quickly called my mother to come over and baby
sit.  She was
on her way.  I paced restlessly, feeling the muscles hitch in my
abdomen, which
were the precursors to real contractions.

Mulder came back inside, and approached me in the living room.  His
face was
grim.  "Scully ..."

"What's wrong?" I asked, knowing by the look on his face that
something wasn't
right.

Before he could respond, Hemma and someone whom I assumed was Hexla
entered the living room behind Mulder.

I gasped, "What are you doing here?" I shouted at them, my anger and
fear for
my babies making me bold.

Hemma responded in a calm voice.  "We are here to help with the
birth."

"NO! I'm going to the hospital.  Now get out of my way!"  I went to go
past Mulder
and he caught his arm across my chest, lifting my boobs in the air as
his arm slid
across the top of my stomach.

"Let me go!" I screamed, starting to panic.  No way was I having this
baby at
home.

"We will not hurt you, child," Hemma said in a soothing voice.

"I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD!" I screamed, knowing somewhere in the back
of
my head that I was irrational and that screaming wasn't going to help.

Hexla stepped forward and I turned to Mulder as though he had a
choice, "Keep
him away from me!"  I struggled to pull away from Mulder and felt pain
rip across
my abdomen.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I screamed, my arms clutching my stomach as I swayed.
Mulder's arms wrapped more tightly around me.

"I won't let him hurt you Scully.  They'll have to kill me first."

I stared into his eyes, wetness pooling in mine.  His voice calmed me.
I sounded
pitiful when I finally caught my breath and could speak again. "I want
to go to the
hospital."

Mulder turned to Hemma.  "That is where she feels safe.  Can't you
understand
that?"

Hemma tilted her head and said, "What do you call birth assistants
here on
Earth?"

"Midwives," Mulder said.

"Tell them I'm her midwife."

I started shaking my head.  "We've cooperated with you.  Why are you
doing
this?"

"We want to help and I can make this easier for you.  You experience
more pain
than we do."

"I don't want your help!" I wailed.

Her eyes caught mine and I felt paralyzed for a moment.  "I can help
take the
pain away.  You will be much stronger after this birth than after the
last one."
She hesitated and looked at Hexla.  I heard the odd humming that
indicated they
were talking in their own language.

I saw Mulder bite his bottom lip in consternation.  He didn't know
what to do.
Hemma looked at me again.  "You must ..."  She stopped as Hexla said
something to her.  She hesitated and turned back to me.  "I'm not good
with
expressing myself in your language."  She hesitated again, her eyes
showing
genuine distress.  As though she had to force the new word between her
lips,
she said, "Ppl...please let me help you."

I imagined she'd never had to ask politely for anything in her life.
She issued
orders and was obeyed.  We had since learned that she was very high in
hierarchy among the elders.  One of only six senior members sent to
Earth.  She
was obeyed without question.  We were informed that we should be
honored by
her interest and attention to us.  Frankly, all I felt most of the
time was worry and
fear.  Her status meant nothing to me, but I also learned that
insulting her was
not the way to get what I wanted.

Another contraction hit and I nearly doubled over, "Aaaaaahhhhhh..."

"Scully!  Please!" Mulder shouted.  "We can't wait much longer."

I nodded.  I lifted my head with effort and found her face.  "All
right.  You can
help, but only if I can go to the hospital.  And you must let my
doctor be there."

She nodded, obviously not happy that I placed more faith in my doctor
than in
her. Mulder said, "Put your arm over my shoulder".

I reached up as he bent down and I saw Hemma nod at the bounty hunter.
He
shook his head, "Dana Scully, I am strong.  Can I carry you?"

I looked at Mulder and he whispered, "I'm sorry Scully, I could carry
you, but it
would be tough."

I knew I was much heavier than usual and even Mulder would be taxed to
pick
me up in a baby carry.  I felt the fight drain out of me and nodded
sharply.

The alien stepped forward and I tensed as he bent down to put his arm
behind
my legs, one arm already on my shoulder.  He looked up at me.   "I am
Hemplar.
I will not hurt you."

I nodded and I saw Mulder look at him strangely.  This time, he hadn't
known
who the alien was.  I think he thought as I did, that it was Hexla,
who always had
come with Hemma before.

He lifted me easily into his arms as though I weighed nothing, strode
out the
door, and placed me in the rear seat of the van.  He slid into the
passenger seat
as Mulder slid into the drivers seat.

I gasped.  "Mom!"

"She just pulled in, Scully," Mulder informed me as Hemma slid her hip
onto the
edge of the seat where I lay flat on my back, raising my knees.

Mulder rolled down the window.  "Maggie!  The kids are asleep
upstairs.  We
have to go, NOW!"

Maggie stared at the Hemplar in the passenger and Mulder tried to
reassure her.
"It's all right."

She nodded, not convinced, and ran toward the house.  I let my head
drop down
onto the seat, no longer able to hold it up as another contraction
wracked my
frame.  I began to cry out and Hemma laid her hands on either side of
my
abdomen and spread them wide.  Her odd humming began and I could feel
a
vibration coming from the palms of her hands.

"What are you doing?  Please tell me what you're doing!  I can't stand
not
knowing."

In English, Hemplar said, "Hemma, remember what Hexla said."

She nodded and said, "All of our women have the ability to heal.  Part
of that
ability is making muscles work at optimum efficiency, this reduces
pain."

I nodded and relaxed, knowing there wasn't much I could do to stop
her, but a
little less afraid.  She resumed her ministrations and I felt the
tension ease from
the muscles of my stomach.  I sighed in relief.

"Scully?" Mulder asked as he weaved in and out of traffic, heading for
the
hospital.

"It's working, Mulder.  It feels better."

I heard him sigh and the tires squealed slightly as he turned into the
hospital
entrance five minutes later.  Without being asked, Hemma opened the
side door
of the van, hopping out, and Hemplar leaned in helping me slide off
the seat.  He
immediately picked me up and Mulder pointed to the Emergency Room door
and
lead the way.

XXXXXXXXXX
BALTIMORE GENERAL HOSPITAL
BALTIMORE, MD

Dr. Louise Marin met us inside the door with a stretcher.  Her eyes
opened wide
as she saw the enormous alien, who to her just looked like an enormous
man.
His six foot, six inch frame dwarfed me as he cradled me in his arms.

Mulder quickly explained.  "Dr. Marin.  These are our friends."  He
pointed to
Hemma and said, "This is Hanna, and she is a midwife.  She'll be
joining us."

He had used the more common false name, knowing that the doctor would
find
their names odd.  "This is Hugh, her husband.  He'll wait in the
waiting room.  But
we needed his muscle."  He flashed a self-deprecating smile and Dr.
Marin
nodded, not entirely comfortable with this change of plans.

She looked squarely at Hemma and said, "I'm in charge, don't forget
it."  Then
she smartly turned on her heel and began pushing the stretcher toward
the
elevator.  I saw Hemma open her mouth and Mulder shook his head at
her,
warning her to be silent.

Surprisingly, she kept her silence and followed with the rest into the
elevator.

Everyone followed like ducklings.  I startled when I looked up and
realized that
she was no longer wearing the flowing white sarong that usually graced
her
statuesque body.  She was wearing hospital scrubs that matched the
doctors
perfectly.  I hoped she hadn't made that happen in plain sight.  If
she had, I guess
no one had noticed.  I only had one contraction in the elevator but it
was
definitely sooner than the last one.

We went quickly to the third floor Maternity Department and were put
into a
birthing room that was waiting for us.  Dr. Marin handed Hemma sterile
gloves
without saying a word.  Hemma eyed them and then watched the doctor
place
them over her hands.  She was a fast learner and followed suit without
comment.
When handed the surgical mask, she again followed the doctor's example
without hesitation.  You'd think she did this every day.  I had to
give her credit.
The contractions were coming faster now.

I tensed again as Dr. Marin removed my nightgown and panties, putting
a Johnny
coat on me, leaving the back unbuttoned.  She then positioned my heels
in the
stirrups of the birthing table.  I turned to look for Mulder and he
was donning a
mask, and removing his shoes, slipping surgical booties over his
stocking feet.
He helped me lean forward and climbed onto the bed behind me.  I
couldn't see
Hemma's lips, but somehow knew she was smiling as she nodded her
approval
at Mulder's positioning.  She almost looked ... impressed.

I glanced at the doorway and frowned.  She followed my eyes and saw
the door
was still open and Hemplar was still standing there.  "You don't need
to see this
part," she admonished.  "Wait in ... Waiting room."

He nodded and closed the door.  I guess he'd wander around til he
found it.  I
didn't have time to worry about him anymore as another contraction
hit. I wailed
in pain as another nurse entered the room.

Mulder leaned over to whisper in my ear.  "Don't forget to breathe,
Scully."  His
hands rubbed up and down my arms in a soothing motion and I took
shallow
puffing breaths as my abdomen began to relax.

Hemma turned sensing her presence and stared at her.  The nurse did a
double
take and looked to Dr. Marin.  She said, "Mrs. Mulder has a midwife,
Carrie.  We
won't be needing you for this one.  Just leave the cart."

She nodded and left, closing the door again.  I saw Dr. Marin was
looking at the
clock over my head.  "Contractions two minutes apart.   Don't push
yet, Dana."

I felt her fingers inside measuring me.  "About 9 centimeters
dilated," she
announced.  "These are coming quicker than the last ones."

I nodded and Hemma moved to my side.  "Breathe shallow or you will dry
out,"
she instructed.  Dr. Marin nodded her agreement.

It was difficult, but I tried to remember my Lamaze training and took
short puffing
breaths though my pursed lips.  I was sweating profusely.  How she
knew where
everything was, I had no idea.  But she had wheeled the cart next to
the bed and
was suddenly bathing my head with a cool washcloth dipped in a plastic
basin of
cool water.

I sighed in relief.  "You're doing great, honey," Mulder whispered.

I nodded.  "God, I'm so hot."

Hemma dropped the washcloth back in the cool water and placed a hand
on the
back of my neck under my sweat soaked hairline.  Her hands were cool
but not
freezing and I felt a rush of cooling spread down my body.  I sighed
in relief and
looked at her wide-eyed.  Her eyes glittered in the dim light.

She took her free hand and bathed my neck and face again and asked,
"Better?"

"Yes," I said weakly.  The washcloth was for show.  All the cooling
was coming
from her hand on the back of my neck.

Dr. Marin looked at her oddly but then jerked her attention back to me
as another
contraction hit.  Hemma dropped the cloth into the basin again and
laid her
hands on my stomach, probing gently.

Dr. Marin glanced at her hands, decided she was doing no harm, and
bent down
between my legs to get a closer look.  "O.K., that was only one
minute, Dana.
Next one, we start pushing."

The next one came and I pushed, then again, and I pushed.  This went
on for
what seemed like forever.  I could tell Dr. Marin was concerned but
not saying
anything.

"Do you want an epidural, Dana," Mulder asked.  He'd talked me into
one the last
time.  He hated to see me in pain.

I shook my head, "Not yet."

Dr. Marin nodded and Hemma tapped the doctor on the shoulder.  She
looked up
and Hemma asked, "May I?"

The doctor hesitated but then slowly stood from her stool and let
Hemma sit
down.  "Please tell me what you are doing," Dr. Marin said, obviously
distrustful.

"The babies are not coming, right?" she asked the doctor.

Dr. Marin nodded; looking annoyed that Hemma had said it out loud.  I
however
was grateful to know there was trouble, even though my body tensed
with
tension at the announcement.

Hemma looked up at me over my belly.  "Do not worry ... Dana, I will
coax them
out," she said in her odd accent.

The doctor looked skeptical but said, "What are you going to try?"

"Repositioning," was all she said.

One hand descended on my abdomen and one slid gently into my vagina.
Her
fingers walked over my taut abdomen, pushing fairly hard and I could
feel a lot of
pressure inside on the left hand side.  I grunted in discomfort.

"Calmly, Dana.  A little more.  One baby is blocking the other."

"How do you ...?" Dr. Marin asked, but then decided not to continue
her
questioning at this time.

A cramping sensation flashed over my stomach and I grunted in pain.
"Sorry!"
Hemma whispered.

She retracted her hand and then stood, her other hand still on my
abdomen.  She
looked at the doctor for a moment and said,  "Do the episiotomy now.
They will
come with next contraction."

Dr. Marin hesitated but then slid onto her stool as Hemma moved out of
the way.
She peeled off her bloody glove and dropped it the waste receptacle
for soiled
gloves and pulled a new one on from the pile lying on the cart.  She
stared at the
doctor again and then without being asked, handed the doctor an
instrument.

Dr. Marin warned me.  "I'm going to inject you with Lydocaine, Dana."

"What is lydocaine?" Hemma asked.

The doctor peered at her queerly wondering why she didn't know this
when she
seemed to know so much else.

I caught my breath and panted out, "Just a numbing agent, Hem, uh,
Hanna, so I
won't feel the cut."

I felt the stick of the needle and then the harsh pressure as she cut
below but
then Dr. Marin said.  "All done, here we go."

Hemma nodded and then put her hands on my abdomen as I contracted
again.  I
wailed and pushed with the doctor and Mulder encouraging me.  "Push,
push,
push, push, push, O.K., relax."

I fell back into Mulder's chest realizing that the pain of my
contraction hadn't been
nearly as severe as before.  I looked up to Hemma and realized she had
eased
the pain if not the tension during the contraction.  The tension was
needed to
work the muscles to push, but she had definitely relieved some of the
pain.  It
hadn't been bad at all.  Very tolerable, in fact.

I smiled weakly at her and said, "Hot again."

She nodded and bathed me, her hand on my neck, and cooling spread
again.  In
no time, I was contracting again and she we repeated this process a
second and
third time and then Dr. Marin said, "I have a crown!"

We all smiled.  "Big push, Dana!" she instructed as the next
contraction hit.

I wailed and felt the baby's head emerge.  I looked at the mirror
mounted on the
wall behind the doctor and could see the baby's head sticking out.

"I can see the head, Dana!" Mulder cried.  "Almost there, baby.
Almost there!" he
cooed in my ear.

  I closed my eyes and pushed again, the contractions nearly constant
now.  The
baby slid into the world without a whimper.  Dr. Marin snatched the
blue bulb off
the tray and cleared the baby's nose and mouth of mucus.  She took the
clamp
Hemma held out and then cut the cord.  Hemma held out of her hands and
the
doctor handed the baby to her.  Hemma smiled and moved to the
washbasin off
to the side.  "A boy, Dana!" she chortled.

"Is he O.K.?!" Mulder asked, sounding a little frantic.

"He's perfect," Dr. Marin replied.

Hemma began bathing the infant as I began contracting again, feeling
these
contractions more since she was not there to ease them.

I shouted again in pain, which was probably just as well.  Dr. Marin
was too
suspicious of how easy this was going after the last ones.  "Easy,
Dana, almost
there.  One more time, PUSH!"

"PUSH!" Mulder cried. "Breathe!"

I pushed, I wailed and cut off the circulation in Mulder's hands as I
delivered the
second baby, collapsing again into his chest.  My eyes were closed
when I
asked, "Second one?"

They knew what I was asking.  "It's another baby girl!" Mulder said,
around a sob
of joy.

"Hot damn!" I said and we both laughed weakly.

Hemma placed the baby boy next to me all bundled in linen and wearing
a
cheesecloth cap.  She took the second baby to bathe her and Dr. Marin
proceeded to help me deliver my afterbirth and sew me up as I held
another
precious bundle in my arms.

"Names?" I asked Mulder.  "And if you say, Moonbeam, I'm going to kill
you," I
joked.

Mulder chuckled as he slid out from behind me and stood next to the
bed, gazing
down at me.  I pulled my Johnny coat down and coaxed the baby to my
nipple.
He had trouble for a few seconds but the latched on and sucked
greedily.  I
smiled even as I winced in pain.

Hemma came with the second baby and handed her over gently to Mulder
after
gazing into her little face.  "The boy was 6 pounds, 2 ounces, the
girl was 4
pounds, 14 ounces," she announced.

Mulder and I stared at each other in shock.  "What?" she asked.

Mulder cleared his throat and said, "That was the exact weights of
Sean and
Missy."

Hemma smiled, "I'm not surprised."

"I am," Dr. Marin announced.  "I suppose you're refusing blood tests
again?" she
asked.

I nodded and she sighed.  "Just for the record, I'm advising against
it."

"I understand," I said.

She looked at Hemma then and said, "Hanna, I would like to ask you
what you
did before, if that's all right with you."

Hemma tilted her head and nodded.  "I can try to explain it to you."
She paused
and then said, "Do you have pen and paper?"

The doctor nodded and went to the sink area in the birthing room and
came back
with a small writing tablet and a pen.  She was scrubbed up and clean
again, her
gloves off and her mask hanging around her neck.  I saw that Hemma had
mimicked her and smiled.  I was so relieved nothing had gone wrong and
Hemma really had been a help.  Now I was afraid she would give
something
away.  Mulder whispered in Hemma's ear when Dr. Marin's back was
turned.
"Be careful what you say, don't mention any psychic ability."

Hemma just stared at him, smiled widely, and then nodded when she saw
Mulder's warning look.  She took the proffered pen and paper and began
drawing
a diagram.  She turned it around facing away from her when she was
finished so
we all could see.

She showed the two babies in my womb, butting shoulders together just
above
my vaginal opening.  "This is how they were positioned.  For some
reason, they
both moved down at the same time.  I could feel the shoulders on both
sides of
her abdomen and that's not normal."

She was looking down and almost writing upside down as she placed some
tiny
X's on the paper. "Here and here are pressure points for the abdominal
muscles.
When you push on them, they contract."

"That was the cramping I felt?" I asked.

She nodded.  So I pushed to the left inside your vagina to push the
girl back and
pushed on those pressure points.  When the muscles contracted, the
slipped
back and to the side.  This allowed the boy to descend normally and
her to ...
wait her turn," she finished.

Dr. Marin was shaking her head as she chuckled.  "I'll be damned.  No
magic
involved after all, huh?"

Hemma smiled widely, obviously amused.  "No magic, just natural use of
the
body's muscles."

Dr. Marin nodded, "In spite of myself, I'm impressed.  I'd like to
learn more.  Can
you stop by sometime and make an appointment with me?"

Hemma hesitated.  She was unused to dealing with humans.  So was
Hemplar.
Hexla was really the only one that was anywhere near adept at
communicating
with us and not blowing his cover.  She licked her lips.

"I will be leaving town soon, but I will ... um, draw you some
pictures like this one
with explanations and send them to you.  Would that be good?"

Dr. Marin nodded, looking a little disappointed.  "Sure, whatever
information you
can give me would be good.  No such thing as too much information,
right?"

I bit my lip thinking sometimes too much information was scary as
hell.

Dr. Marin continued.  "Could you include explanations as to what I
will feel when
the baby or babies are in certain positions, such as breech birth,
etc.?

Hemma nodded, looking unsure of herself now.  "I will do that and send
them
through Dana."

Dr. Marin nodded.  "Well I'll leave you alone now and go clean up.
We'll keep
you overnight, Dana.  Mr. Mulder, you can sleep in the recliner.  If
there are no
problems, we'll release you tomorrow around 11:00 AM."

We all nodded at her as she strode from the room.

There was silence for a moment and she looked at me.  "Was that
inappropriate
to teach her?"

I smiled.  "No, but it was humbling for her, I'm sure."

She smiled.  "I didn't know how to ... talk to her.  I need to learn
more."

"If you're going to be hanging out amongst us, it wouldn't be a bad
idea."

She swallowed.  "I need to get out more," she said blandly and Mulder
and I
burst out laughing.

"Ooww!" I cried as the laughing hurt my stomach.

She rushed to me, putting her hands on my stomach and I felt the pain
ease.
She looked at me worriedly.   "I'm all right," I said.  "It's supposed
to hurt a little,
you know."

She smiled.  "Tha ... Thank you for letting me help."

I stared at her for a moment.  "Did you know there was going to be
trouble?"

She bowed her head.  "I wasn't sure, but I suspected from the last
time I had
examined you.  The babies should have been head to feet with each
other and
they were head to head."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, feeling a dart of anger.

"I didn't want to alarm you, and there was a chance it could correct
itself."

"But it didn't," I stated.

"No, it didn't.  That's why I wanted to be here so badly.  I have no
knowledge of
your medical doctors and what they know.  What would have happened if
I hadn't
been here?"

I swallowed, licking my lips.  "They would have taken the babies by
Cesarean."

"Cesarean?" she asked, unfamiliar with that word.

"They would have cut my belly open and taken the babies out and sewed
me
back up."

She looked horrified.  "No!  Oh my hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," she hummed
looking
frantic.  "No!" she said again.

Mulder placed a hand on her shoulder.  "It's all right.  We do it all
the time when a
woman has trouble delivering.  They give them anesthesia and there is
no pain."

She looked from Mulder to me and just said, "I'm glad I was here."

We smiled at her.  I admitted softly, "So am I."

She smiled then, a dazzling smile.  "I will go now and report.  But I
will visit you at
home, maybe day after tomorrow?"

"That would be fine," I said, no longer fearing her, knowing she had
genuinely
wanted to help me.  They were a paradox, these aliens.

She strode to the door and turned to face us.  Her body wavered like
you were
seeing her through water and then she stood there in her sarong.  "You
can't
leave like that!" I cried.

She smiled and wavered again, wearing scrubs again.  "Did you like my
... out ...
fit?" she asked, trying out a new word.

I chuckled then, holding my stomach, always surprised when they
displayed
humor.  "I hope no one saw you do that," Mulder said sternly.

Her smile faded and she said, "I did it in the van when I saw the
people through
the glass doors.  No one saw the change."

We nodded.  "I will be careful," she added.  "I will talk with Hexla
more to learn
your odd customs and traditions and more of your language."

"Why bother?" Mulder asked.

"I want to help and the more I know, the more I can help."

With that cryptic remark, she opened the door and was gone.

I handed the baby to Mulder as he placed the girl in my arms.  "So
what about
names?"

He looked at me, "How about Samantha and Charles?"

I smiled.  "Sounds good to me."

He placed the baby in the bassinet provided next to the bed and turned
and said.
"I better go check the waiting room and make sure they are gone.  And
I should
call your mother."

"I'll call her.  I should warn her in case they show up at the house."

He nodded and left the room.  I stared down at the small infant in my
arms and
shifted my weight as I brought my nipple to her mouth and rubbed it on
her lips.
She pursed her lips and I felt a rush of warmth go through me.  Then
she locked
on like a pro and began to suck.

My head fell back on the pillow and I wondered if my mother was all
right with
Sean and Missy.  She must be worried sick after seeing the aliens in
the van with
us.  I grunted and jostled the baby, reaching for the phone on the
bedside table.

The baby lost her grip and began to cry.  Just then a nurse came in
and said,
"Can I help?"

"Could you hand me the phone?" I asked.

She scurried to the bedside table and handed me the hand set as I
settled back
on the pillows.  "Number?" she asked.

"532-0429," I stated.

She dialed the phone and then retreated from the room.


PART 2 (PG-13)
MULDERS' HOME
INDIAN HEAD, MD
TWO DAYS LATER

I looked at the four bassinets lined up against the wall in the
nursery.  It was 9:00
PM and they were all resting peacefully.  I shook my head in
amazement,
wondering how Dana had delivered four such perfect children from her
tiny body.

My hands went to my own swollen belly and rubbed against the tightness
of the
skin there.  I sighed.  I was due any day now and John was driving me
crazy,
hovering like I was about to collapse at any moment.

I had called Mulder and Scully and begged them to distract him for an
evening.
They invited us over for dinner.  Mulder and John were now walking on
the
beach.  Dana entered the bedroom and I turned, sensing her there.  She
was
wearing loose fitting sweat pants and a tank top, her swollen breasts
confined in
a nursing bra.

She smiled at me and said, "Can you believe it?"

I smiled and turned back to the babies.  "It's a miracle," I said
softly.

"Four miracles, Monica."

I nodded in silent agreement.  "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet.  We've talked about it a lot, but haven't come up
with a
permanent solution.  I'm on a Family leave of absence right now but
that runs out
in a month.  My mother has offered to come live with us and help me.
Although
we have the room, that idea doesn't thrill me."

"Your mother is an extraordinary woman."

"Yes, she is.  I love her very much, I'm just not sure I want her
living with me."

I chuckled, understanding that too much proximity with family could be
a bad
thing, especially with the weird lives that Mulder and Scully lived.
I envied them
still, in spite of all their troubles.  They were the strongest people
I knew.  And the
love and devotion they had for one another was clearly what made them
so
strong.  I thought I had the same with John, but it had yet to be
tested.  Only time
would tell.

Just then the doorbell rang and we retreated from the room, closing
the door
carefully to keep silent.  Scully adjusted the knob on the baby
monitor before
leaving.  We went downstairs to the living room and Scully went to the
front door.
She peered out the peephole on tiptoes and frowned.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's no one there."

"You have a bell on the back door?"

"Yes, excuse me a minute."

She went to the back door and I heard her open it and say, "Hello,
Hemma."

I sucked in my breath and held it trying to hear what was being said.
There was
no need as they came into the living room.  John had described her to
me,
having seen her only once.  However, his description did not prepare
me for my
first face to face with statuesque woman.  She was easily six feet
tall and her
dark black hair hung over her shoulder to her waist, confined at
intervals by a
golden thong.

She smiled at me.  "Monica Reyes," she said.

I smiled nervously, wondering how she knew who I was, but then
figuring they
probably knew more than we ever wanted to know.  "Hello," I said
quietly.

She looked at my belly and said, "You deliver soon."

"Yes, I'm due any day now."

"May I touch you?"

Dana raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised that she had asked
politely.
She'd said something about these aliens not being very versed in
polite
conversation.

I glanced nervously at Dana but she seemed at ease and said, "She
won't hurt
you, Monica."

I nodded.  "All right."

Just then I heard the back door fling open and slam against the back
wall.
Hemma didn't jump but Scully did.

"It's all right," she called out, figuring the guys had seen her at
the back door and
trucked back off the beach as fast as they could.

John walked briskly into the room and stood beside me, hovering
protectively,
placing his hand on my shoulder.  Hemma walked forward and stood in
front of
me.  John gave her a dirty look and I put my hand over his on my
shoulder and
said, "Calm down, John, it's all right."

Hemma looked at him and said, "I will not hurt her.  I ... promise."

His eyes darted from Mulder and Scully to Monica.  At Mulder's nod, he
sighed
and eased himself out of the way.  Hemma smiled reassuringly at him
and
stepped forward, looking down on Monica.  Her hands reached slowly,
one on
her shoulder, one on the abdomen.  I looked at Dana and saw by the
look on her
face that his was a familiar action to her.  I relaxed a little more
and felt a slight
vibration on my abdomen.

I gasped slightly and I saw the worried frown on John's face.  I
smiled to reassure
him.  She looked up and took her hands away slowly and said, "You will
deliver
tomorrow.  She is nearly ready."

"She?" John squeaked, with an uncharacteristic crack in his voice.

Hemma smiled.  "She," she confirmed.  Hemma paused and then said,
"Where
are you going to have the baby?"

"Baltimore General."

"Who is your doctor?"

"Dr. Louise Marin," I answered.  "Dana recommended her."

Hemma nodded.  "Would you like to me to come and assist?"

Dana had told me about how much help she had been.  She had also told
me
that there had been a problem she hadn't told Dana about.  "Is there a
problem?"
I asked, feeling a shiver of fear coarse through me.

Hemma shook her head.  "No."

I sensed a slight hesitation and stared at her, fear curling inside
me.  "What aren't
you telling me?"

She was silent for a long moment as everyone stared at her.  She
looked at the
floor and said, "She is ... feet first, but she may turn over night."

I sucked a breath and felt tears sting my eyes.  The beginnings of
panic flooded
my body and I wrapped my arms around my belly.  John was there
instantly,
pulling me into an awkward embrace.  "Oh God," I breathed out.

Her hand came down on my shoulder and she said, "This is not to be
feared.
She may turn overnight, they often do.  And if not, I can turn her."

I blinked rapidly trying not to cry.  This pregnancy had been easy so
far.  I
thought that it figured something would have to go wrong at some
point.  I stared
at her again and her look of utter confidence and calm began to seep
into me
and I felt myself relax.   I looked at Dana and she said, "I can't
make this decision
for you, Monica.  Dr. Marin has delivered breech births and done
hundreds of C-
sections if she couldn't get to the cord, and I'm sure she could
deliver your baby
regardless.  I can't tell you I trust her 100 per cent.  But she
didn't hurt me and
my birth may have gone much differently if she hadn't been there.  I
think she
really does want to help."

I knew the dangers of a breech birth.  The biggest danger was the
umbilical cord
wrapping around the baby's neck and strangling them to death as they
attempted
to be born.  Sometimes a doctor could reach inside and remove the
cord, other
times they couldn't.  I'd heard other horror stories about children
surviving but
having brain damage from having the oxygen cut off even for a short
time.

Hemma looked into my eyes again and said, "Child birth is my
specialty.  All of us
possess the ability to heal, but like your doctors, we all have our
areas where we
excel, or specialties I think you call them.  My specialty, my special
talent is
birthing children.  It is a rare and joyous event among our people.
We are not
fertile like you are.  It is ... how do you say?  Ironic for me.  I
can deliver babies,
but I can never have one of my own.  I have tried, but I am just not
fertile.  I
guess that is the price I pay for my talent."

I felt a wave of sympathy wash over me for her.  She looked sad, but
ultimately
resigned to her place in life and her purpose.  My trepidations faded
away and I
nodded my head.  "I would like for you to be there."

She smiled.  "Maybe this time, you should tell your Dr. Louise ahead
of time.
She was not pleased to be surprised last time."

Monica nodded.  "I'll call her in the morning."

Hemma turned to Dana.  "I came to discuss something with you, but
since you
have company, it can wait.  Could I see the children?"

As I left the room, Dana nodded and waved her to follow and led her up
the
stairs.

XXXXXXXXXX
BALTIMORE GENERAL HOSPITAL
MATERNITY WARD
BALTIMORE MD

As predicted, Monica's baby girl was breech.  This time Dr. Marin
asked that
Hemma show her how to turn the baby.  Hemma instructed carefully,
guiding her
hands over Monica's abdomen with gentle care and showing her where to
push
to contract the muscles that would cause the baby to turn.

Dr. Marin was glowing with excitement as she felt the baby move into
position
and shouted, "Oh my God!"

Hemma had chuckled and eased Monica's pain as she delivered a
perfectly
healthy baby girl.  John had taken Mulder's advice and the advice of
the Lamaze
classes they had attended and sat behind Monica throughout the birth,
coaching
and soothing her.

Monica related the whole story afterwards.  John was strutting like a
peacock as
he emerged into the waiting room with his new daughter, peeling the
blanket
back from her face to unveil her to us.

Mulder grinned at him and said, "Incredible, isn't it?"

John's face was alight with awe as he gazed at the little bundle in
his arms and
he said, "It's incredible, all right.  I wasn't there when Barbara
gave birth."

His face became solemn and Mulder said, "No looking back, man.  Just
look
forward."

He smiled again and said, "Yeah, God, I still can't believe it."

"What did you name her?" I asked.

He smiled, "Luca Marie," she said softly.

I nodded, smiling at him.  "Unusual, but pretty."

He stared at her again as she fussed and said, "I better get her back
to her
mommy."

"We need to get going.  My mother is probably going nuts at home.
We'll talk to
you later, John," I announced.

He said, "Thanks for everything, guys.  I was skeptical about Hemma
but she
really did help, didn't she?"

I nodded.  "I don't trust her 100 per cent, like I said yesterday, but
I can't question
her skill."

He nodded.  "I never trust anybody 100 percent.  Well, except Monica
and you
guys."

We smiled at him and made our way into the hall.  "Talk to you later."

XXXXXXXXXX
MULDERS' HOME
INDIAN HEAD, MD
LATER THAT DAY

We arrived home to hear babies crying.  We went to the nursery and
found my
mother hurriedly diapering one infant and saying, "Sean Ryan, you sit
your fanny
down and stop leaning over the edge!"

I was laughing as I entered the nursery to see Sean leaning
precariously over the
edge of the playpen rail.  I walked in and scooped him up.  Melissa
and Sean
were 14 months old.  I winced as I felt my stitches pull in my crotch.
Mulder held
out his arms.  I handed Sean to him and picked up Missy who was
sitting placidly
in the bottom of the playpen.

"Hi, Mom.  How's it going?"

She wiped her brow and picked up Samantha Colleen, as we had named her
and
put leaned her on her shoulder.  "All right, but Jesus, I forgot how
much work
infants are."

"How quickly we forget," I teased, remembering all the help she'd
given when
Sean and Missy were first born, and that she continued to give as they
grew.

"Dana, this isn't just caring for an infant.  This is like running a
day care!" she
exclaimed.

I laughed and said, "I'm going to get help, Mom.  I know you can't do
it all and
neither can I, or both us together for that matter."

"Are you going back to work?" she asked, a distressed note in her
voice.

"Not for three and half more weeks.  And then I'm going to talk to
Skinner.  We
are going to try and rearrange the X-Files.  Skinner thinks he can
justify having
four full time agents.  This way, Monica and I can work from the
office.  I'll do
autopsies and the medical end.  Monica will do any other research we
need and
Mulder and John can go into the field if needed."

"Oh, that would be great!" she said, sounding relieved.

I smiled at her.  "I'm stubborn, Mom, but I'm not stupid.  I know I
can't go taking
off in the field with four babies at home."

She smiled gently.  "I never said you were stupid, honey.  Don't put
words in my
mouth."

"I know, but you weren't confident I would be sensible either, were
you?"

She was silent and I just raised my eyebrow at her.  She smiled
finally and said,
"Well, you must admit you haven't been the most careful person in the
past."

I shook my head with amusement.  "I know, but I wasn't a mother
before.  And I
know what a miracle this all is."

"Thank God you have money," she mumbled.

Mulder chuckled.  "That's one thing we don't have to worry about. I'll
always be
able to support them.  I have lots of investments too for the future,
not just the
cash."

Maggie nodded.  "I never doubted you would provide for them, Fox."

He smiled at her.  "We need to seriously talk about day care though.
I don't want
them to go out to a facility.  I want to have someone come in, maybe
even have a
live in nanny."

I turned to him.  "Should we place an ad in the paper."

"Not yet, there's something I need to discuss with you first."

Maggie looked from one to the other and then said, "Well, I'll be
going home now.
I'm bushed."

"Good night, Mom.  And thanks for coming on short notice."

"No problem, any time."

I kissed her cheek and she set Samantha in her bassinet and retreated
out the
door, showing herself out.

When she gone I said, "Let's get these two fed."

We left the babies sleeping and carried Sean and Missy downstairs,
putting them
in high chairs and prepared their dinner, simple macaroni and cheese
tonight
with green beans.  They made a mess as usual, eating with their hands
and we
smiled a lot over the dinner table as watched them enjoying their
food.

Mulder swallowed hard and said suddenly, "I'm the luckiest man in the
world,
Scully."

I smiled at him.  "I think I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

"I don't know about that, but ... God, I never thought my life could
be like this."

"Me neither.  Four kids ... Jesus, Mulder.  I didn't want to seem
uncertain in front
of my mother, but what the hell are we going to do?"

He was silent a moment and then said, "You know, you don't HAVE to
work.  You
could just come in as a consultant when we needed you for the medical
stuff."

I shook my head.  "I need to work Mulder.  I love the kids, you know
that.  No one
wants to be a better mother than I do, and I might stay home for a
while, but
eventually, I have to go back to work.  I'll need a break from them
too, and I'll
shrivel up without the work."

He nodded.  "I thought you'd say that."

"Are you angry?"

"No, not at all."

"What did you want to talk to me about that you didn't want to mention
in front of
my mother?"

"Picked up on that, did you?"

"Wasn't hard, even she knew it was time to leave."

He chuckled.  "Sorry, didn't mean to make it so obvious."

"It's all right.  What's on your mind?"

"You know when I walked Hemma out last night?"

"Yeah?"

"She made an offer and I think maybe we should consider it, but we
need to
discuss it carefully."

I sat up straighter, pushing my plate away.  He was silent a moment
and I stood,
asking, "Coffee?"

"Yeah, please," he muttered.

I had made a pot when I was fixing dinner and now poured two big mugs
and
brought the cream and sugar to the table, setting his mug in front of
him.  He
spooned in the sugar and cream, staring into the swirling liquid as if
it held
answers for him.  I didn't like how serious he looked.

"What is it, Mulder?"

"She offered to be our nanny.  She said she would even live here."

My mouth fell open but other than that, I couldn't react.  The impact
of what he
was saying hit me and I felt my eyes go wide.  "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not.  And we would have to have lots and lots of rules and
regulations for
her to adhere to.  We'd have to discuss it in detail and write up a
list of rules for
her follow, including interacting with the outside world."

"She'd need a new wardrobe," I joked, surprised at my own levity.

He laughed then, surprised that I would make a joke at this.  "Yeah,
among other
things."

"Are you really considering this?"

"Well, yeah I am.  The thing is that they can show up anytime.  And
even though
they give us a schedule, how do we explain their visits to an outside
nanny?
How do we explain why these people come into our house and take blood
from
our children?  How do we explain that every four months, we need to
make a trip
to Arizona for no apparent reason?  Nobody takes that many vacations,
not with
four kids."

He had a point there.  I hadn't even thought of the complications of
bringing
someone else into our home.  No matter what it would be complicated.

He continued, "Then there's the possibility of them developing alien
talents or
powers.  What then?  Talk about freaking a babysitter out!  We'd risk
exposure by
bringing someone else in."

"Maybe we should talk to Monica first.  She had talked about bringing
the kids to
the day care at the Hoover building."

"Same problems for us.  And when they are a little older, and we know
more, I
might consider it, but not now.  We don't know what's going to emerge
for them.
And who better to develop and guide those talents than Hemma?"

"Do you trust her?"

"I have doubts still, but the fact remains, she's caused no harm to
any of us.  She
has kept her word and she's helped both you and Monica with your
births.  She
didn't have to help Monica.  She has nothing to do with their project.
It's like she
did it because she is drawn to any woman who's pregnant.  It's like an
instinct
with her.  She receives a lot of pleasure from helping women give
birth."

"And you think she would receive a lot of pleasure from taking care of
the
children?"

"I think so.  It stands to reason.  And we know she would protect them
with her
life.  They are very important children to them.  We might even be
able to get
more perks if she were living here, have more bargaining power, so to
speak.
We're lucky, you know?  At any time they could have just taken the
children away
from us and there wouldn't have been a damn thing we could do about
it.  They
could have abducted all of us if they felt the kids needed you to
develop.  I hate
to admit it but they've been fair considering their agenda.  They
could still decide
to take them if abilities emerge.  If Hemma were here to teach them,
they would
be less likely to do that.  They can't risk exposure because the kids
use an ability
in front of the wrong people."

"Can we really trust her though?"

"Don't worry.  I'll never forget that they have an agenda.  That's
impossible to
forget, but looking at the big picture, it seems like the most
sensible solution for
us."

I was silent while I digested what he was telling me.  It did make
sense.   I was
naturally skeptical and because of that, I tried to think of any
reasons why we
shouldn't have this woman in our home.  We couldn't stop her for one
thing, but I
didn't think she would barge in uninvited anymore unless she felt the
children
were in danger.  We would run out of explanations quickly if we tried
to bring in
someone from the outside.  I hadn't even thought of that, if the truth
be told.  I'd
been too busy recuperating from the birth and still was recuperating.
I felt
suddenly overwhelmed.

"I don't know if I can decide this right now."

"You don't have to.  I told her I would need a couple weeks to talk to
you about it.
You don't go back to work for almost a month, so we have some time to
make a
decision.  I just wanted to tell you right away so that we could both
be thinking
about it.  Given time, we can hopefully come up with any reasons why
we
shouldn't and work out the kinks in the idea."

"It's a good idea.  God, I'm still leery though.  I don't really have
any reason to be,
beyond the obvious.  She's done nothing to indicate she would harm us
or the
children."

Sean thumped his spoon on his highchair tray and said, "HemHem!"

We both looked at him in shock and Mulder said, "Sean, do you like
Hemma?"

"Like HemHem!" he said, banging his spoon again.

We smiled at each other.  "Well, there's an endorsement," I stated.

Mulder smiled.  "Let's get these two into the bath and down for the
night."

"Yeah, then I need to feed the other two.  My boobs hurt," I declared.

He waggled his eyebrows at me.  "I can help with that!" he teased.

I groaned at his lame innuendo and stood from the table.  "I can't
finish what I
start right now, Mulder, so don't get any ideas.

He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and I rolled my eyes, releasing
Sean's tray
from his high chair and setting it on the table.  "Get Missy, would
you?" I asked.

He stood without further comment and took care of her while I unhooked
Sean's
bib and threw it on the table.  I lifted him and smiled and he stared
at me,
"Mama!" he cried.

I smiled wider, still taken a little off guard when I heard him or
Missy call me
Mama.  I never thought any child would ever call me that.

He hugged his arms around my neck and laid his head on my shoulder.  I
looked
up to see Mulder staring at us.  He swallowed hard again.  "I'm one
lucky
bastard," he repeated, nuzzling Missy's head on his shoulder.  Her
eyes were
already drooping toward sleep and we carried them upstairs.

The babies were still amazingly sound asleep.  Mulder said, "I'll
sponge these
guys off.  You get ready for bed and relax, Scully."

"I can help."

"No, you're tired.  I can see it in your eyes.  Relax for now.  I'll
take care of this.
You'll need to feed them when they wake up, so rest now."

I nodded in gratitude and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.  I put
Sean in the
playpen and headed out to our own bedroom through the connecting door
to the
nursery.

There were three other bedrooms and an office on the second floor as
well as
two bathrooms.  I washed up and slipped into bed wearing just my
panties.  A
half hour later, Mulder came into the bedroom and stripped down.  He
stood at
the edge of the bed, staring at me, his penis half erect and laying
thickly against
his thigh.  "Stop staring at me," I said.

He chuckled, "Now you should know by now that that isn't going to
happen."

I smiled.  "Get in here."

"Yes, Ma'am."  He crawled in and turned me on my side, spooning up
behind me.

"How long do you think I have?" I asked.

"Don't know.  They're not like normal babies.  They were still
snoozing away
when I left."

I sighed and felt my eyes close in exhaustion.  "I'm so tired."

"Sleep baby," he whispered in my ear.  He scooted back a bit and began
to rub
my low back.  I moaned low in my throat, feeling the tension begin to
ease from
my muscles.

He was silent and I reveled in his caring touch as she massaged my
back then
moved to my shoulders.  He flipped me onto my back and proceeded to
rub my
thighs gently, slowly working out the tension.  I sighed deeply and
felt sleep close
over me.

XXXXXXXXXX

I knew the moment she drifted into sleep.  I kept rubbing her limbs
lightly as I
stared at her face, unlined in sleep.  She was so beautiful to me.
The fullness of
her breasts and the new fullness of her hips no detraction from the
effect she had
on my body.  My cock was hard and throbbing just from touching her
like this in
an affectionate, healing way.  Despite my best attempts not to make it
sexual,
she always made my body respond.

She moaned lightly in her sleep as I slid up next to her, watching her
sleep.  I
was tired, but not nearly as exhausted as she was.  An hour went by
before I
heard the first snuffle on the baby monitor, following quickly by a
soft cry of
distress.  I hated to wake her.

I slipped out of bed, figuring I could give her at least a few more
minutes and
made my way into the nursery.  Samantha had rolled onto her side and
was
kicking her legs, her little hands balled into tight fists of
distress.  She saw me
and rolled onto her back, letting loose with a loud cry,
"Wwwwwaaaaaa!"

"Shhhhh!" I soothed her, picking her up.  Charlie woke up within
seconds after
that and began grunting, "Ugg, uhhh, aahhhh!"

"Shhhh!" I admonished again, reaching with one arm to scoop him up.  I
had an
arm under each little diapered butt as I made my way back to the
bedroom.
Scully was sitting up, having piled pillows behind her back to prop
herself up.
Missy was pawing at my chest, her wet mouth open on my pec, rooting
for a
nipple.

I chuckled and leaned over as Scully took her away from me.  I said,
"Sorry,
Missy, can't help you there."

Scully smiled and positioned her below her swollen breast, leading her
nipple to
her mouth.   "Oww!" she grunted as Missy locked on, but then she
relaxed.

"Little zealous, are we?" I asked.

Scully nodded.  "And how."

I sat on the bed, patting Charlie's back.  We'd named him Charles
William.
Scully said he reminded her of her brother with the tuft of bright red
head
perched in on top of his head.  His eyes were blue as the sky, just
like Scully's.
Samantha was dark like me, her eyes a dark hazel, her skin ruddy.  She
however, was bald as a cue.

She suckled enthusiastically as I watched.  The picture of Scully
breastfeeding
was one that would be seared into the back of my eyelids for a
lifetime.  I'd
watched her many times before when she had still breast fed Sean and
Missy.
The sight never ceased to fill me with a sense of awe and reverence, a
sense of
the miraculous, that we were here like this.  We would never be a
normal couple
and that was all right.  Our children would never be normal either.  I
wished we
could be a normal family sometimes.

Then I would remember that if it weren't for alien interference,
Scully would never
have conceived.  And because of it, we were now the parents of four
healthy
babies. Of course, it was their fault that she was barren in the first
place, but they
could have done all this in a lab.  Instead they chose to let her have
these babies
when they realized they could make her fertile again.

I felt overwhelmed on a regular basis, wondering if I could be the man
that I
needed to be.  I gave thanks to my parents, as screwed up as they
were, for
leaving all their money to me.  It was the one blessing they had
bestowed on me.
It gave me the means to support us without worry.  With all the other
worries on
our plate, at least money wasn't one of them.

I still wanted to work.  And understanding the plight of the aliens
and the
government cover-ups was closer now than it had ever been.  We were in
danger
from government factions that knew we were aware of lots of things we
shouldn't
know.  Oddly enough, I don't think they knew that we were so
intimately involved
with the aliens.

Only time would tell if we made the right choices as we went along.
It was
frightening to be responsible for these little lives now.  It was also
an exhilarating
feeling to know that I had everything I'd always wanted and more.  I
had the love
of a good woman and children of my own.  I had a family and if I were
to die
tomorrow, despite all the tribulations, I would die a happy man.




PART 3 (NC-17)
MULDERS' HOME
INDIAN HEAD, MD
ONE MONTH LATER

Hemma smiled as she stood at the door, watching us get into the car.
It was
Scully's first day back to work, and she was skittish as I'd ever seen
her.  She
was leaving her babies in the hands of another for the first time.
She'd gone on
little trips to the store and such, but this would be the first time
she would be
away for a whole day. I could see the fear in her eyes, despite long
talks and
negotiations that had brought us to this point.  Hemma would have to
prove
herself, despite everything.

She was not allowed to let anyone in the house when we were gone other
than
Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, and Scully's mother, or John and Monica.  If
any
deliveries or such were brought she was to sign for them and have them
leave
them outside the house.  No other aliens were to be let into the house
unless we
were there to supervise.

At the slightest sign of trouble, she was to call us.  She had cell
phone and
beeper numbers if one should be out of range and our numbers at work.
If the
children displayed any abilities, she was to tell us immediately and
in detail as
soon as we returned home.  There were to be no secrets.

We'd found out something odd.  The aliens were good at telling half a
truth or
withholding information, but when asked a direct question, it seemed
that they
couldn't lie.  They were incapable of it.  So if we were skeptical of
an answer,
more pointed questions tended to yield answers, sometimes hesitant,
but truthful
answers.

This gave us an added measure of confidence in our dealings with them.
We
might not always like the answers but we were no longer worried about
being lied
to.  That was the paradox of these creatures.  They'd never actually
lied to us
now that we had time and experience to look back on.  They had simply
NOT told
us things.

Life was about to fall into a routine that would last for nearly a
year.  Hemma
stayed with our children during the day.  She also took in Monica's
baby.  It was
like a little day care in our house during the hours of 9 to 5.  Any
more children,
and we would have had to apply for a daycare license for Hemma.  That
would
have raised some complications!  But five children was an acceptable
number
without a license pursuant to the law of the land.

I checked all these things out and tried to cover all the angles
beforehand.  The
last thing we needed was some nosey neighbor complaining that we were
running an unlicensed daycare out of our house.  And so, confident
that the
bases were finally covered, we set off for the office.

Scully was silent but resigned and we soon fell into a routine that
worked well for
us.

Every four months, we spent a weekend in Arizona at a three-bedroom
cabin I
had bought.  Hemma slept in one room, Scully and I in another and the
children
in the third.  It was tight, but it was temporary and for just the one
weekend three
times a year.

We shared our culture with Hemma and she was a quick study.  Without
having
to buy clothes, she simply shape shifted and her clothing appeared in
styles that
she found in Cosmopolitan and Vogue magazines.  She was the best-
dressed
nanny in Maryland, I was sure!  We were surprised to come home one day
and
find that she had cut her hair in a shoulder length bob that very
nearly resembled
Scully's hairdo.   She explained that she was tired of the children
pulling her hair.

Her humor and speech patterns improved as time went on and within a
year you
never would have known that she was anything but a nanny from
Maryland, a
very TALL nanny, but just a nanny nonetheless.  Her husband, Hemplar,
with
Hexla's help had managed to buy a house about five miles away from
ours.  At
night she would go to him and return early in the morning.  Scully
regularly
pumped her breasts and left her milk in bottles lined up like little
soldiers in the
refrigerator for Hemma to use.

Nearing the end of the year, Charles and Samantha were finally weaned
off her
breast milk and sucking down Soy milk like troopers.  Hemma gave them
regular
physical exams.  She regularly examined Scully as well until she was
fully
healed.

Near the end of the year, she told us that the aliens were working
with another
couple to create more hybrid babies.  She explained in this case that
one of the
aliens had managed to get involved with a human woman and convinced
her to
be inseminated.  She knew he was an alien but didn't know the full
extent of his
abilities or the ultimate purpose of their project.

Later we found out that the alien of whom she spoke was Hexla, the one
most
well versed in 'fitting in' to our society.  She giggled as she told
us that he was
widely advertising the pleasures of human sex like a kid in a candy
store.
Although he couldn't directly impregnate the woman, they would use
sperm
extracted from other male abductees and then inject the baby with
Hexla's DNA.
He was excited to be a part of the project in this way.

We felt sorry for the poor woman that had no clue what she was getting
into.  I
knew there were plenty of women and men out there that believed in
aliens and
would be able to accept their existence.  I also knew that their plans
for
integrating with our world would be less than palatable to even those
that
accepted the existence of aliens.  I wondered about the woman a lot,
but also
knew there was nothing I could do to stop the project.  My
interference could
make things a whole lot worse for her.  As tough as it was to mind our
own
business in this regard, we resolved not to get involved.  We had
enough to deal
with.

XXXXXXXXXX
ONE YEAR LATER

At the age of 2, Sean and Missy began to develop abilities.  They
would heal
their own scraped knees and such.  It was clear that they were
telepathic, at least
with each other.  Hemma worked with them on this and developed their
ability to
communicate silently to a fine art.

I found that my ability to sense emotions was becoming acute and
Hemplar paid
several visits over the year and helped me to learn to control it,
block the
cacophony of emotions that would barrage me in a crowd, and to focus
in on an
individual when I wanted to.

I found this came in handy with the children and with Scully and in my
work.  I
could tell when the children were upset about something and was
usually able to
get out of them what was going on.

All this was disturbing at first, but became second nature with
practice.  The
younger twins were mobile now and walking, albeit on unsteady legs and
created
a mountain of mischief. There was rarely quiet time in our house
anymore with
four small, active children.

We saw quickly that they all had intelligence levels way above the
norm for their
ages and decided to begin home schooling them.  We still planned on
sending
them to school.  They needed to learn to integrate with others and
have
playmates as well.  First, however, we needed to find a way to get
them to
understand that they were different and could not reveal their
abilities to their
friends or teachers before letting this happen.  We figured we had a
couple more
years before this became an issue.  We began slowly, taking them out
to
neighborhood events, and church and such at first to get them used to
talking to
other people and meeting friends.

John and Monica were helpful in this way, and took an active part in
finding
activities we could participate in.  They raised their daughter
alongside our
children and we were like a big commune sometimes.  They stayed in
Georgetown but were frequent visitors to our house and Monica drove
her
daughter to our house to stay with Hemma every day before heading into
the
office.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Life had been so crazy lately that I was beginning to wonder if we
would ever
have any time alone ever again.  Tonight was our second wedding
anniversary
and my mother and sister-in-law; Tara, had agreed to take the children
for an
overnight pajama party with Tara's two children, Matt and Michael.
It was
ostensibly a birthday party for Matthew, who at the age of four held
court over his
little cousins.  Luca was also invited to the party and Monica and
John were
relieved to have a night alone to themselves as well.

We finished dinner at about six o'clock and once dishes were taken
care of, I
turned to Scully and pulled her into a tight embrace.  She smiled up
at me and
wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Want to watch a movie?" I suggested.

"Nope," she replied immediately.

I grinned.  "What would you like to do to entertain ourselves, Mrs.
Mulder?"

A lascivious grin spread over her face and she waggled her eyebrows at
me.  I
burst out laughing and said, "Are you coming on to me, Scully?"

Her answer was to slide her hand over the front of my faded jeans and
cup my
growing package in her tiny hand.

I grunted and lost my humor immediately, croaking out, "Upstairs,
woman."

She raised her eyebrow at me but didn't comment on my Neanderthal
instructions.  I followed her up the stairs.  Once inside the bedroom,
for the first
time in months, I didn't bother to close the door.  I immediately
began tugging at
her clothes and she started on mine.

We were naked and panting with anticipation in a matter of minutes.  I
was so
fired up; I hoped I didn't lose it too soon.

She flopped on the bed and I straddled her, rolling her onto her
stomach.  I
palmed her creamy, white rump and ran my fingers down the crack of her
ass
and into the foamy wetness between her thighs.

She moaned softly and raised her butt off the mattress like an
offering.  My
hungry mouth sank down and sucked her soft skin into mouth as I placed
open-
mouthed kisses on her ass, my hands moving up her waist and sliding
under her
body to cup her breasts in my hands.

I felt her nipples pucker against my palms and felt an answering throb
in my cock
as I always did when I knew I was arousing her.  I leaned over her,
rubbing my
shaft between her butt cheeks and smearing precum all over her anus.
She
moaned and I kissed the back of her neck, moving my lips to her ear.

"I feel wild, baby.  I want to fuck you rough."

She groaned.  I'd been surprised early on to find out she liked a
little dirty talk if it
didn't go over the top.  It made me mindless with lust when I heard
her pouty lips
spew out words like cock, fuck and pussy.

Her head turned on her shoulder and she said, "Fuck me, just like
this."

You didn't have to ask me twice.  I shoved a pillow under her hips and
aimed my
now rigid and throbbing cock at the V in her legs.  I pressed lightly
and felt it push
on her sphincter and then slide down into her wetness.  I poked the
head inside
and stopped there, feeling the muscles of her womb contracting
already.  Oh this
was going to be so good, I thought.  She didn't know it yet, but I
planned to screw
her all night long.

I pulled my glans in and out of her sucking little hole until she
whimpering and
begging me.  "Please, Mulder!  Oh Jesus, just shove it in.  Oh God,
it's been so
long.  I've gotta have you.  Fill me up baby."

I couldn't take the tease any more and snapped my hips, burying my
swollen
organ deep into her guts, feeling her warmth surround me and ripple
around me.
"Oh God!" she shouted.

"How do you want it, Scully?" I panted, holding myself inside and
savoring the
feeling of her hot, tight muscles wavering around my shaft.

"Hard and fast, deep strokes," she panted out.

I retreated fairly slowly, trying to tease her again and she whined,
"Muuhulldeerr!"

I slammed back into her and she grunted.  "Oh yeah!"

I couldn't tease any longer and began plunging my cock in and out of
her so hard
I was bouncing her hips on the bed.  I leaned over her, taking my
weight on my
forearms and slid my legs together alongside the outside of her hers.
I pressed
them together, tightening her opening even further.

She moaned, "Oh just like that, Mulder."

I continued piercing her, feeling spikes of pleasure race through my
body as she
cried out her joy at every plunge.  I hitched up higher on her back
and raised onto
my knees, thrusting almost straight down and I hoped, hitting her G-
spot.  She
shouted, "Oh Fuck!  Yes, Mulder, yes!"

Three more rough, bouncing strokes and her legs quivered and I felt
her velvet
walls clamp down on my cock like a hundred tiny fingers.  I gritted my
teeth in an
effort not to come and felt her juices squirt out all over my crotch
as my balls
slapped against her pubic bone.

She shuddered and shook as she came down. I slowed down my thrusting
but
didn't stop.  I watched her ass winking at me with each stroke and had
an
overwhelming urge to take her there.  We'd only done it couple of
times and it
had been a long time.  I didn't know if we still had any KY jelly, but
I suspected
Scully always kept some in her medical bag.

I stopped and just laid on top of her buried deep and letting my
raging hard on
cool down a bit.  "Scully?" I croaked.

"Yeah?  Why'd you stop?"

"I want to try ..."

"What?"

"Remember when we ..." I stopped and pulled out of her, pressing my
cock, now
dripping with her juices against her tiny back door.

She gasped as she got the message.  "Oh fuck," she muttered.

"We don't have to, I just felt like trying it again, ... if you want
..." I hedged.

She took my hands and pulled them under her to cup her breasts.
"Aaaawwww,
my nipples got hard just from you saying that," she ground out.

It was my turn to groan.  "I don't have any KY," I said, sounding
breathy with
excitement.

"You're wet enough, use me for lube," she said.

I hummed as I sunk my cock into her wet hole again and stroked with
little
thrusts, coating myself.  I emerged again and shivered as the cool air
hit my
heated rod.  I wouldn't have been surprised to see steam rising off of
it.  I felt like
it was on fire.  One hand held her butt cheek to the side, the other
grabbed my
penis as I sat on my haunches and scooted into a better position.  Her
hands
rose up and grabbed the headboard slats for support.

"Relax now, Scully," I whispered as I gently pressed against her
asshole.  She
moaned and took a deep breath, visibly relaxing.

I applied steady pressure but it wasn't enough.  "Harder," she
whispered.

I pressed harder and saw her skin begin to stretch and widen as the
muscle gave
way.  "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," I chanted quietly as I felt the head
of my penis
part her muscle and then pop inside.

"Oh!" she cried out.

I stopped, letting her adjust.  "O.K.?" I asked after a moment.

"Yes, keep going," she whispered.

I leaned forward more, towering over her tiny frame and put my back
behind the
tiny strokes.  I felt her muscles relax a bit and I pressed in
further.  "Oh yeah,
deeper, Mulder, deeper."

I groaned, continuing my little strokes and sinking a little deeper
each time.  She
had about half of me when I lifted up and sat back on my haunches
again,
grabbing her hips and began to stroke a little more forcefully.

She suddenly cried out, "Go Mulder.  Yeah, that's it. Go, stuff it in.
Stuff my ass
full!"

Her words made my head spin and I stroked especially hard, harder than
I meant
to and felt my cock dive into her bowels, nearly to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, yes!"
she cried out just as I was about to apologize for going too fast.

"Oh Scully, oh it's so good, so tight.  Oh, I'm so hard for you."

She grunted and came up on her elbows and began rocking her hips back
onto
me.  I shouted and began banging into her, feeling my nuts bounce off
her
wetness with every stroke.  I was all the way in and pulling back
until just the
head was inside and plunging into her ass just like it was her pussy.

I watched my cock sink inside her little ass, over and over again,
feeling my balls
draw up tight to my shaft and begin to boil with cum.  "Oh, I'm not
gonna last
long.  Touch yourself, Scully."

Her hand shot between her legs and two fingers buried themselves in
her cunt.
She stroked them in and out roughly in time with my thrusts and I
could feel them
through the thin membrane pressing on the underside of my cock.

"Oh shit, come for me baby!"

A few strokes later, she went suddenly rigid, suspended in time for a
moment,
her head thrown back, her hair splayed over her shoulders, her little
ass stuck up
in the air.  Then she howled. "Ohhhhhhh,  oowwwwwww, aahhhhhhhhh,
ohyeah,
ohyeah, oh YEAH!"

I felt her contractions and I was all done.  My nuts spasmed and cum
rocketed up
my shaft. I plunged into her as deeply as I could go and held her hips
tight to my
groin as I unloaded deep into her bowels, feeling the warmth of my
jism
backwash around my cock and begin to leak out and run down between her
legs
over her fingers.

She lifted her fingers away and brought them to her mouth, licking our
combined
juices of them and humming, "Mmmmmm."

I nearly choked at the erotic picture she made, turning her head to
the side so I
could see her licking her fingers and then her lips.

"Jesus, Scully, you trying to kill me?" I asked, as I felt my cock
pulse and begin to
deflate, still embedded deep in her ass.

I slowly lowered myself over her body, the pillow slightly elevating
her ass and
laid my head between her shoulder blades.  Her chest lowered to the
mattress,
her hands to either side of her head, turned sideways on the sheet.  I
knew she
liked my weight on her, but I didn't want to crush her.  "Too much?" I
asked.

"No.  Perfect.  God, that was so sexy," she muttered.

"You are so sexy," I countered.

She hummed again and then wiggled her ass.  I groaned as I felt my now
flaccid
penis slink out of her tight hole.

"I don't think it gets any better than that, do you?" she asked
quietly.

I smiled and kissed her back.  "No, I don't think so.  God, I love you
so much."

She licked her lips.  "I love you too, Mulder.  Want to shower?"

"In a minute."

"Then what are we going to do with the rest of our night off?" she
inquired.

"We're going to eat a snack, get some wine and jump in the Jacuzzi.
With any
luck, I'll be rejuvenated by then."

"Oh ho! You thinking you're good for another round are you?" she
teased.

"At least," I said smugly.

She chuckled then and pushed up.  I rolled off her and onto my back.
She
cuddled into my side and yawned.  "You're on, sexy man."

"This feels good too."

"Yeah, it does."

"But I didn't kiss you enough or pay nearly enough attention to your
beautiful
breasts."

"No?"

"No, I'll have to fix that before the night's over."

"You're going to wear me out."

"Yes, I am.  Who knows when we'll have the chance again, the house all
to
ourselves.  I'm taking full advantage.  Cat naps are allowed, but I
plan to keep
you up most of the night."

"My, my, think we're still twenty years old, do we?" she teased again.

"Just you wait, lady.  Just you wait.  I may be on the other side of
forty.  But my
dick sees your body and loses twenty years in an instant."

She reached down and took hold of my penis as it lay against the
crease at the
top of my thigh.  It spasmed and began to harden in her hand.

"Oh!" she breathed out.

I chuckled.  "Told you so, smarty pants," I teased.

She kissed my chest and began to stroke me again.  I moaned as I felt
blood go
south again and stiffen me partially in her hand.

"We aren't going to make it to the snack and wine if you keep that
up."

"Any objections?"

"Nope, but let's move this party to the Jacuzzi."

"You got it," she said and let go of me, sliding to the side of the
bed.  "Quick
shower first," she declared.

I nodded and followed her to the bathroom.  It felt good to prance
around naked
for a change.  I remembered when I used to do it all the time in my
apartment.
But those had been lonely times and I wouldn't trade this for
anything.

XXXXXXXXXX

MONICA & JOHN'S TOWNHOUSE
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
THE SAME NIGHT

"Make love to me, John."

He lowered me to the bed and I ran my hands over his washboard
abdomen.  He
moaned as I took his rigid shaft in my hand and stroked lightly,
spreading the
precum over the head.

He kissed me as he moved his hand between my legs, testing my
readiness.  I
was soaking wet and spread my legs further to give him total access.
He
hummed in the back of his throat and moved down to kiss the tender
skin of my
neck.

He moved my legs over his hips and slipped between my legs, taking my
hand
away from him and pinning each of my hands next to my head on the
pillow.  He
swiveled his hips until he found my moist opening and slipped slowly
inside in
one smooth stroke, his lips never leaving my mouth.

I moaned and hitched my hips up and my legs higher, feeling him sink
deeper.
He groaned and breathed heavily in my ear.  "God, you feel so good,
Monica."

"You too," I breathed out.  "Make love to me," I said again.

He balanced himself and began stroking me slowly.  I raised my hips to
meet
each of his thrusts, watching the pleasure track across his face as
his lips curled
back and breath hissed between his teeth, "Aaaahhhhh, God, that feels
so
good," he said.

His movements were slow and languid but steady as he thrust into me,
over and
over again.  I felt myself climbing slowly toward climax.  His head
dropped down
and suckled on my nipple.  My back arched off the bed in response and
I
hollered, "Oh yeah, suck it hard, John."

He grunted but sucked harder, his teeth occasionally biting down onto
my
puckered nub and sending slices of sensation straight to my womb.  "Oh
yes,
baby, bite me a little," I instructed.  I had been afraid to tell him
what I wanted in
the beginning, but we were very free now.

He bit gently, sucked, and bit gently again.  My arousal climbed into
the red zone
and I slammed my hips into his.  He took the hint and began to stroke
faster.  I
shouted, "Faster, John.  I'm so close.  Make me come, baby."

He began pounding me, lowering his body and dragging his stomach over
my
pubic bone, rolling my clit between us.  I hollered out an
unintelligible sound as
my climax roared through me.  My head tossed back and my eyes slammed
shut
as white lights flashed behind eyelids and my womb contracted almost
painfully
with pleasure.

He rode it out with me and then asked me to turn over.  I got onto all
fours and he
slammed back into me, bucking harshly as he raced toward his own
release.  I
felt his cock grow super stiff and pulse mightily.  Then he shouted as
he
unloaded inside me.  "Oh CHRIST, YEAH.  GOD, I want you pregnant
again!"

I gasped at his hollered pronouncement and he collapsed on my back as
his
orgasm died out. He panted in my ear and said, "I'm sorry, Monica, I
don't know
why I let that out ... I ..."

"Did you mean it?"

He was silent a moment and then said, "Yes, I want to have another
baby."

"Then we'll have another one," I said quietly, secretly elated.  I'd
wanted another
child, but had hesitated to broach the subject.  Our lives were still
pretty crazy,
but work had calmed down some and he and Mulder didn't leave town as
much
as they used to.

"Really?" he asked tentatively.

"I'll go off the pill tomorrow."

He rolled off me and pulled my face to his.  He kissed me deeply.  "I
was afraid
you'd think I was nuts to want another one."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"It probably isn't the smartest thing we could do," he said.

"No, but I love you. John.  And I want to have two kids."

"Me too," he said softly and kissed me again.  This one filled with
love and
affection, our lust now sated.

"That means you'll have to fuck me regularly until I'm knocked up
again," I
teased.

"So crude, you little hussy!" he teased.

I laughed.  "Think you can handle it?"

He grinned. "I KNOW I can."

We both smiled and kissed again.  I wouldn't be getting pregnant
tonight, but I
planned to get in a lot of practice.



PART 4 (PG-13)
MULDERS' HOME
INDIAN HEAD, MD
TWO YEAR LATER

DANA SCULLY'S DIARY

My children, Sean and Missy were four years old.  Samantha and Charles
were
three years old.

That's when it happened.  Mulder's and my world was turned upside
down.

We had been informed through Hexla that there was still a rebel group
of aliens
that were trying to sabotage the project.  They wanted to kill all the
hybrids they
could find.  They felt that all the genetic experiments were an
affront to nature
and their race should just naturally die out.  They were the alien
version to our
purists that believed anything we did upset the delicate balance of
nature.  They
were considered radicals by the other aliens, the ones that supported
the project.
They had their own ship, had come to earth separately from what we
called the
'mother ship'.  The aliens were looking for them but hadn't found
their ship yet.
The new rebel aliens had the same cloaking technology as the others
had so it
was difficult at best.  The earth was a large place to search and they
could be
anywhere.  They didn't even know if they were on this continent.

Hexla had brought his "mate", Cindy to the house to introduce us.
She'd learned
more than she ever wanted to know about alien conspiracies and plans.
I
thought she was going to be sick as we talked to Hexla and she pieced
together
what our lives were like and how our children were tested every four
months.
Hexla had simply taken her child on weekends and accomplished what we
voluntarily did by bringing our children to Arizona.  She'd had no
idea what was
going on.

She did now.

He'd moved her and himself in with Hemplar and Hemma.  This way he
could
keep a better eye on her and they were all close to us.  They expected
them to
seek out the children, but they didn't know when or how.  That they
didn't have a
clue was more frightening than us not having a clue.  Not much
frightened them
and I could see the worry in their faces and tones as they spoke of
the dangers.

Hemplar had taken to coming each day to stay with the children with
Hemma for
added protection.  They didn't think they would send an army, but
rather try to
'steal' the children stealthily, rather than have a face-to-face
fight.

They were wrong about that too!  They didn't send an army, but they
did send an
'abduction squad' of four aliens, and they did fight, ferociously as a
matter of fact.
Even my children had to fight for their lives.  Sean and Missy had the
intelligence
of eight year olds and had protected Samantha and Charles, but I'll
get to that
later.

We still have our children and life goes on, but we suffered our
losses.  Hemma
died in the battle, protecting our children.  They had given us what
they called 'hit
picks', the chosen weapons of the bounty hunters.  Monica, John,
Mulder, and I
all carried them on our person at all times, tucked into the pouch
attached to our
gun holsters and hidden beneath our work clothes.  These were the ice
pick-like
weapons that would kill an alien.

So what happened?

Mulder and I both received 911 calls on our beepers.  We sped home at
top
speed and crashed through our back door with weapons drawn to find
Hemplar
and Hemma in fierce combat with four rebel aliens.  They were easy to
recognize, having been unable to keep their human shapes.  Their
bulging head
yawned grotesque as they fought hand to hand.  If they'd had guns,
Hemplar and
Hemma had apparently managed to relieve them of their weapons at that
point.
But they all still had their hit picks.

We immediately saw the problem.  Both Hemplar, Hemma and two of the
aliens
were wounded and spraying their vaporous, poisonous blood all over our
living
room.  Fortunately, we'd planning for this and ran to the kitchen,
grabbing the gas
masks from the cupboard, and slipping them on.  Direct contact could
still burn
our skins, but at least we could breath without worry.

We ran back in, seeing that Hemplar and Hemma had maneuvered them so
their
backs were to us in the doorway.  They were back to back and each
trying to
strangle one of the rebels as the other two attempted to pry them
apart so they
could get at the back of their necks.

There was no way we could shoot and not hit Hemplar and Hemma.  We
drew
our hit picks and extracted the lethal prongs of metal, rushing into
the fight.  We
each took out a rebel, the ones that were trying to pry Hemplar and
Hemma
apart.  They fell where they stood, hissing green blood, and
dissolving on the
carpet.  We jumped back in fear of being sprayed with their blood.

I was splashed and whipped off my jacket as I saw the poisonous goo
eat
through my sleeve.   I looked up in time to see Hemma make her fatal
mistake.
She reared back and threw her weight into the alien in front of her.
This pulled
her head away from Hemplar's back.  The rebel grabbed her sarong and
she was
towed forward as they landed heavily on the floor.  He had his back to
the floor,
reached up and plunged his pick into the back of her neck as she
screamed.

I cried out, "Nnnooo, you bastard!"

Hemma flopped to the side on the carpet.  The rebel sat up, giving me
a clear
shot and I pumped bullets into his chest to slow him down. As he
slumped
forward, Mulder stood over him and plunged his pick into his neck.  He
began to
hiss and dissolve.  I ran to Hemma, realizing she wasn't dissolving
and
wondering if the blow hadn't been fatal.  I couldn't get too close
though, for fear of
being sprayed, but I saw that her hands were stemming the flow of
blood.

Both hands were on the back of her neck.  Mulder and Hemplar struggled
with
the super strength of the remaining rebel.  With Mulder's help, he was
able to
make his kill stab and the fourth alien fell.

He rushed to Hemma's side and knelt next to her.  She lifted her head,
her eyes
mournful and said, "I have to transfer."

"What?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

Hemplar's face crumpled with grief, but he merely nodded.  "I'm
sorry," he said
softly.

She smiled a pained smile and said, "You loved me well, Hemplar.  Live
for me."

He nodded.

"Why isn't she dissolving?" Mulder asked.

Hemplar looked up at him and said, "He missed the mark, but she is
still mortally
wounded.  She must transfer her powers and knowledge before she dies
or they
are lost."

"There's no way to save her?" he asked frantically.  I could see his
disbelief and
not surprisingly, his grief.  We had come to depend and even like
Hemma,
maybe even trust and love her a bit.

Hemplar shook his head sadly.  He looked down at her and kissed her
forehead.
"Who?"

She smiled and rolled onto her back, only one hand holding the hole in
the back
of her neck.  Her other hand stretched out to the limit toward me and
she said,
"Hold my hand, Dana Scully."

I shook my head, realizing what she was saying.  "What?  You can't be
serious!"

"You are the only female here.  It is you or one of the children.
They are too
young to handle it."

"What will happen?"

"You will gain my knowledge and ... some other things.  Hemplar will
help you."

Hemplar reached out and tugged my wrist forward.  Hemma grabbed it
with
surprising strength.  He looked at me and said, "Please, it is
important to us that
we not lose ... everything we are.  I know you don't understand, but
trust me. You
will not be hurt."

I felt hot tears scald my cheeks and pool in my gas mask.  In that
split second, I
made my decision.  I couldn't deny them.  My fingers curled around
Hemma's
hand and I gripped her in return.  She smiled and then it began.

An incredible wave of nausea hit me and I cried out, "Ohh God!"

I felt Mulder there instantly, behind me as I knelt on the floor, my
hand stretched
out toward her, holding her hand.  Images and feelings rushed through
me at the
speed of light, too fast to grab hold of any one.  My head spun with
dizziness and
I felt myself sway.  A second later, Mulder's arms were clasped around
my body
as he knelt behind me and cradled my body against his chest.

As though through a tunnel I heard him say, "If she's hurt, so help me
God, I'll kill
you myself."  His voice was like an echo.

I heard Hemplar respond, "She feels sick but she will not be hurt.  I
promise."

I cried out again as all my muscles go rigid.  My head thrust back and
crashed
into Mulder's chest, causing him to grunt.  Just as suddenly, I felt
everything in
my body go limp.  My head swam but then my vision cleared and I
focused on
Hemma.

Her lips curled into an angelic smile and she whispered, "Thank you,
Dana
Scully.  You can teach your own children now.  It has been an honor to
work with
you."

Her head turned slightly and her hand rose to Hemplar's cheek.  Her
smiled
faded and she said, "Goodbye my mate.  Carry on in my name."

Hemplar clutched her to his chest and then she was gone.  He didn't
say
anything, just picked her up and carried her outside. We followed at a
distance
and stood on the back porch as we watched him carry her onto the
beach.  When
he was a good distance out, he laid her down and rolled her onto her
side.  He
drove his pick into the back of her neck, apparently into the correct
spot and she
began to hiss and dissolve into the white sand of the beach.

The sunset glowed fiercely on the horizon and we stood there crying,
removing
our masks, and clutching each other with arms about each other's
waists.  I
jerked suddenly and said, "Oh my God, the kids!"

Mulder jerked in my arms and looked panicked.  "Where are they?"

"The basement," I said, not stopping to take time to wonder how I knew
that.

We raced back into the house to the basement door in the center of the
house.
We arrived just in time to see it open and all four children emerge.
It was then I
realized that the stairway leading to the second floor was destroyed.

"Oh, babies!" I cried, falling to my knees.

Sean stood with his hand clasping Charlie's, and Missy stood holding
Samantha's hand.  Mulder knelt down next to me.  The boys went to him
and the
girls came to me.  We clutched them to our chests, holding back the
sobs of relief
at seeing them unharmed.

This was how Hemplar found us.  He stood quietly like a sentinel while
we
composed ourselves and ran our hands over them, reassuring ourselves
that
they weren't hurt.

I stood finally, my hands still on the girls' heads, needing the
contact.  I glanced
at the stairs and said, "What happened here?"

Sean was apparently the appointed spokesperson for the group and said,
"We
were upstairs, and they were about to run up the stairs."

Mulder glanced down at him.  "And then what happened."

"I knew they could overpower us and we had to protect Sam and
Charlie."

A lump formed in my throat, hearing his fierce determination and
loyalty.  Mulder
coaxed him.  "So what did you do?"

"I waited till they were in the middle of the stair case, and then
Missy and I made
it collapse.  They fell back down to the floor.  One of them was
almost knocked
out."

I stood with my mouth hanging open.  "How ... how did you make it
collapse?" I
asked softly.

He turned his guileless eyes to me and said, "We both just knelt down
and made
it vibrate until the nails let loose."

My breath hitched in my throat as I gasped.  Hemplar smiled sadly and
said,
"That was very smart, Sean and very brave."

He beamed at Hemplar and then looked around the living room.  His
smile faded
and he looked back at Hemplar.  "She's gone isn't she?  She didn't
make it?"

Hemplar nodded, his lips pressed tight together.  "She died
honorably."

"She died for us, didn't she?" he asked in a heart breaking childish
voice.  It was
easy to forget how young they were because of their developed speech
and
intelligence.  But the emotions were still that of a four year old.

Hemplar nodded.  "Yes, she loved you very much."

All of them began to cry and Mulder and I sat on the floor and hugged
them to us,
letting them go through their grief.  Missy sobbed for a while then
sniffled.  She
raised her head and said, "Who will help us now?"

My heart broke at her tender, frightened plea.  And without thinking,
I said, "I will,
baby."

Her eyes widened and I knew it was true in that moment.  I knew I
would be able
to.  The confidence flooded through me.  "How?" Sean asked.

Hemplar answered.  "Hemma is still with us, children.  She gave her
soul to your
mommy."

Hearing him put it that way made my eyes tear up again and I pressed
my lips
together trying to control my emotions.  They all nodded as though
they
understood.  Little Samantha looked stern but said, "She told us about
that, what
happens when they die, just in case it ever happened to us, or just in
case she
had to transfer to us."

Mulder and I sat stunned, wondering if she had known she was going to
die, or
had just prepared for the worst.  Sean cleared his throat.  "I'm glad
you were
here, Mommy."

"Me too," I whispered.  "Me too."

XXXXXXXXXX
SIX MONTHS LATER

Although my abilities have increased daily, I'm still the same old
Mulder.  My wife,
on the other hand, is a new woman, literally.  It's scary sometimes.
She has
telepathy with the children.  The way she describes it, she doesn't
know
something before hand, but as soon as the children mention something
new, her
brain is flooded with information on that subject.  At that point, she
imparts all the
information that comes to her to the children so they can understand
their
abilities.

She was still Scully and still beautiful but she had a hard time
adjusting to all the
knowledge in her head at first.  She has my ability to read emotions,
and
Hemplar helped her to learn to control that as he did with me.  As for
the children,
their bond with Scully was tighter by the day.

They are strong, all of them, inhumanly strong and we coach them on
curbing
their strength and making sure they never hurt anyone, especially Luca
who is
their most frequent playmate.  John and Monica have a little boy,
Spencer, who
is two years old and comes over quite often as well.  Scully has
gained an
incredible strength as well.  She has sparred with Hemplar and
although he says
she is not as strong as Hemma, she is impressive.  Of course, being
small, she
doesn't have her height or reach, but it has made her a formidable
force to be
reckoned with, on and off the job.

Cindy became our new nanny.  Although she is shaken by the events of
the past,
she is determined to go on and have as normal a life as possible.
They tried to
take her child too, but Hexla was able to protect her and the child.
He killed the
two rebels that had been sent for his child.

Hemplar comes often to check on the house and make sure Cindy is all
right.  He
goes back to the ship more frequently, leaving the house to Cindy and
Hexla.  He
has told us that their race mates for life and he will never mate
again, not in the
way they do anyway.  He is considering trying to do what Hexla has
done and
find a human mate.  No one will ever replace Hemma, but he admits to
missing
the contact with another.  A human wouldn't have the telepathy with
him or be
able to speak his language, but Hexla swears it is the next best
thing.  Hexla left
his planet before being mated and no one on this trip is suitable for
him.

Hemplar has taken over Hemma's duties as an Elder and so is required
to spend
more time on the ship.  He says that the time needed diminishes as the
project
progresses.  They have more females now tagged as candidates for
insemination.

XXXXXXXXXX
A FEW WEEKS LATER

We sat at the dining room table with all the children, eating dinner
and talking
about our day.

I sighed and Scully looked at me.  "Everything all right, Mulder?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Why don't you go to bed early tonight?"

"I think I will."

"May I be excused?" Sean asked.

"Yes, you may all be excused, but take your plates into the kitchen."

They all rose and carried their plates into the kitchen.  We could
hear them
clanking into the sink.

There was a flurry of footsteps as they all herded down to the
basement that we
had converted into a playroom.

"What's really wrong, Mulder?"

I frowned.  Sometimes her new abilities weren't a blessing.  Not that
I wanted to
hide anything from her per se, but sometimes I felt like there was
nothing sacred.

"I don't know.  I guess I'm feeling a little out of sorts."

"Does it have to do with work today?" she asked quietly.

I nodded, admitting it was true.  Earlier we'd chased a suspect into
an alley and
he'd jumped me.  Being the fastest runner, I'd caught up to him first
and was
quite a bit ahead of the pack.  He was a big man and had gotten the
better of me,
pinning me to the ground.  As he was about to put his heel in my face,
he'd gone
flying into the air and crashed into the brick wall next to me.
Scully had crashed
into him from behind and he hadn't stood a chance.  After hitting the
wall, he'd
crumpled to the ground.

Scully had helped me up as other agents flooded the alley and took the
man into
custody.  I stood there with mud all over my clothes, looking like I'd
been worked
over pretty good, which I had.  One of the agents had snickered and
said, "Hey
spooky, the Mrs. had to save your ass again, huh?"

Scully had sent him the 'death glare' and said, "If it wasn't for
Mulder, you
wouldn't have even caught him.  You should be thankful he could run
faster than
all of you.  The short agent with the Napoleon complex had slinked
back down
the alley without another word.

I had to admit, I'd been humiliated all the same.

"I'm sorry, Mulder.  I saw him over you and I cracked.  I couldn't let
him keep
beating you."

"I know, Scully.  You didn't do anything wrong."

"You were embarrassed," she said.  It was a statement, not a question.

I cleared my throat, "Yes.  I know I shouldn't be, but I was."

I threw my hands into the air, "So there you have it.  I'm a typical
male, and I
don't like being shown up by a woman, even you, Scully."

She smiled affectionately and I grinned, realizing how childish I was
being.

She stood up as I pushed my chair back.  She straddled my lap and put
her
hands on my shoulders.  "You're still my hero," she teased.

I laughed up into her face.  "I'm sorry I'm being such a jerk."

"No, I want you to tell me when you feel this way.  I try to ... not
do anything to
call attention to myself.  If I see you in trouble though, Mulder, I
act without
thinking.  It's always been that way, even before I could ..."

"Before you could toss a 200 pound man into the air against a brick
wall," I
finished for her.

She smiled sadly into my face.  "Yeah," she answered.  She cleared her
throat.
"I love you, Mulder.  I'd die to protect you, just like you'd die to
protect me.  That
hasn't changed.  And I'd be nothing without you by my side.  Don't you
realize
that?  You're my strength, my REAL strength.  The strength inside me
that makes
me want to get up every day and carry on.  I couldn't do it without
you.  So don't
you ever feel inadequate next to me.  I won't allow it."

I chuckled now.  "You won't allow it, huh?"

"No I won't," she said sternly.

I was quiet a moment and said, "You have to be careful, Scully.
Another couple
of seconds and they would have seen you do that."

"I know, but I ..."

"What?" I asked when I sensed that she'd cut herself off on purpose.

She swallowed.  "Among other things, I can feel people around me.  I
knew
where they were and how much time I had."

"Oh."

She shook my shoulder lightly.  "Hey, it's an asset.  Please don't let
it come
between us."

"I know.  I won't and ninety-nine percent of the time, I'm damn glad
you can do all
these things.  Just once in a while ..."

"It hits you hard that you can't do the same things."

I nodded.  She bent down and kissed me.  She then raised her lips and
said, "But
there are other things you can do that nobody else can."

"What would those things be?"

"Make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.  Give me the best
orgasms of
my life ..." she trailed off.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, my voice suddenly gone breathy.

"Oh yeah," she repeated.  "How about I remind you of the things you
can do?"

"You're on, G-woman."  I paused.  "What about the kids?"

"I'll tell them not to disturb us for an hour or so."

I nodded and stood up; sliding her body down mine till her feet
touched the floor
and feeling my groin stir with arousal.  I fully expected her to
communicate with
them silently as she had taken to doing when they were in another
room, but
instead she took my hand and led me to the basement door.  She opened
it and
yelled down,  "Kids ... daddy and I are going to be tied up for an
hour or so, all
right?"

"Yeah, Yup, O.K." came the shouts from the basement.

"Don't disturb us unless it's an emergency, O.K.?"

"You got it!" Sean hollered.

I chuckled and then smiled at her concession.  She was doing things
normally to
make me feel comfortable.  "Scully, you didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I should anyway so I don't slip up in front of company."

I took her hand and dragged her up the stairs.  She laughed at my
haste as I
picked her up against my chest and twirled her into the bedroom,
kicking the door
shut behind us.

"I love you, Scully."

"I love you too, Mulder.  More than anything in the world, I love you.
Don't ever
forget that."

"I know," I said softly and then leaned down to kiss her deeply.

She responded in kind and I felt myself harden against her stomach.

She broke the kiss and said, "We're going to be all right, Mulder."

"I know.  Just love me."

"Always, baby.  Always," she whispered, and reached for my belt
buckle.

XXXXXXXXXX

Things might always be strange at Chez Mulder, but as long as Scully
and I were
together, I knew that nothing could defeat us.  Who knew what
adventures would
come before us.  No matter what, as long as this incredible woman
loved me, I
was confident we could make it through anything.

THE END.