From: Scoob4u To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] The Father (1/?) by: Nichole Date: Tuesday, December 11, 2001 11:57 PM Story: The Father Author: Nichole Rated: PG (this part) Spoilers: Existence & speculative spoilers for S9. Feedback: I hold it dear to my heart. scoob4u@yahoo.com Summary: The beginning of the end. Part one of a series-to-be. Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they are theirs. Although, I think you should know whose they are by now. If not, then you shouldn't be reading X-files fan fiction. Okay, okay, they are FOX, 1013, and CC's. Now, are you happy? *grins* Homepage: http://www.geocities.com/scoob4u/Nicholes_FanFic.html Please visit this page for updates: http://www.geocities.com/scoob4u/trinity.html Author's Notes: This is a WIP and it's not going to be a quickie. In the end, I hope to bring you Mulder/Scully happiness and angst, baby explanation, mytharc, and some interesting character appearances. This story is part of a three-story arc series which is titled: "Holy Trinity". Please stick with it long enough and I promise I'll try hard to write fast. Special thanks to Donnilee for being my first beta reader. Thank you so much Donnilee, you're the best! Xx The Father, Chapter One xX He'd grown accustomed to housework. It had been built into his daily life. He didn't mind doing the dishes, the dusting, the sweeping, or even the mopping. Though the one thing that he did hate having to do was the laundry. He flipped on his favorite kid's tunes tape, (the one with "Puff the Magic Dragon" on it) and began his daily tasks. Scully only allowed him to listen to 'appropriate' music in the house. She was quoted saying: "The things that children are exposed to early in their lives, would shape their characters in the future." She forbade rock, hip-hop, and even disco from being played anywhere near the vicinity of Will. She said that kind of music was "Filled with inappropriate metaphors and direct usage of bad things in general," and that; "Music with unkind words and melodies may have a devastating effect on his intellect." And Puff the Magic Dragon wouldn't? He had called her a snood, and with that, she cocked her eyebrow at him. His assault on her character would not easily be forgotten. Although, he did enjoy a challenge, especially when it involved Scully. The chance to prove himself right was one of the biggest personal losses that he suffered from since he had been booted out of the FBI. The chance to provoke Scully, no matter how, was his life's joy these days. It made him feel at home, instead of feeling stuck in the boring rut of day-to-day house work and overeating He stopped his stride to the laundry room and listened, thinking that he had heard his son crying. His son? When exactly had the realization struck him? Perhaps it was when he had first held Will. Maybe, just maybe, it was even before that. He smiled, remembering the first time he had laid his hand on Scully's pregnant belly. The thought of being the father to a living being seemed so alien to him. Will was in existence because of him. Because not long ago, Scully and he finally broke the barriers between them. He drew a small amount of self-satisfaction from that fact. A type of pride that he never thought he'd feel was actually his to have and to hold. Life suddenly didn't seem so bad anymore. He bent over to reach the laundry basket and proceeded to the dryer. After switching the laundry around, he carried the basket to the bedroom where he decided to check on Will. He quietly walked over to the crib in the corner and peered down inside where he saw that the small boy was still s