Title : Billy Boy
Author : Gaijin Bushido
E-mail : NOT PROVIDED
Disclaimer : Not mine, etc., etc., ad nauseum! So,
Carter, FOX, et al...sue me, I DARE you to! I would
LOVE the chance to expose your anti-fan bias in an
open court!
Distribution : I couldn't care less, it's your web
space.
Rating : R for language
Classification : S/R/A
Spoilers: None specifically.
Keywords : MSR
Summary: What if Bill Scully Jr. was actually human?
NoRoMo's flee in panic NOW! Oh yeah, and Requiem, the
abduction, and pregnancy...it NEVER happened in this!
xxxxx

December 3rd, 2000
Margaret Scully's Residence

Dinner had been nice, Dana enjoyed seeing her mom, and
the fact that Tara was there gave her a chance to
catch up on things before she and her mother flew out
to San Diego later in the month. Tara had stopped over
on her way home from visiting her mother and father in
Scotland, where for some reason known only to them,
and God, they had decided to retire to.

All that was missing was Mulder's presence, but he had
begged off, citing the over abundance of estrogen that
would be in the air there. 

"So Dana, do you, mom and Fox have your tickets all
ready?"

"Well, mom and I do, Mulder can't make it."
Disappointment was evident in her voice.

"Why not?!" Tara asked.

"Well, I don't want to upset you..."

"What?" Margaret and Tara asked in unison. In other
circumstances, Dana would have laughed.

"Well...it's just that Bill really hates Mulder. Bill
said a lot of unkind things to him when I was fighting
my cancer. Mulder thinks he'll ruin everyone's holiday
if he comes, the tension for Bill will be felt by all
of us."

Margaret and Tara shared a look, they saw how much
this was hurting Dana, and did not press the issue.
Margaret skillfully guided the conversation onto other
matters, and Dana would be eternally grateful to her
mother for doing so.

The evening progressed apace, and soon it was 11
o'clock. Dana was tired, and said good night to them
both. She was sleeping over, so that she could drive
Tara to the airport the following morning. Tara also
decided that it was her bedtime, and went off to her,
well, actually her husband's old, room. Margaret
checked that all was just so, then went off to bed
herself.
xxxxx

December 5th, 2000
Fox Mulder's Apt.--11:45 pm

The ringing of the phone awoke Mulder from his
post-coital slumber;  he quickly grabbed up the
offending thing before it awoke Scully as well.

"Hello."

"Mulder?"

"Bill?!"

"Yeah, listen Mulder, can we talk?"

"Um...sure Bill. Right now?"

"No, face-to-face. I'm going to be in DC on Friday for
a meeting at the Pentagon. Can we meet for lunch?"

"Uh, yeah, sure we can Bill."

"Thanks Mulder, and do me another favor, OK? Don't
tell Dana about this...until after we've talked."

"Fair enough Bill."

"OK. I'll make arrangements about time and place and
all that when  I get in Wednesday night."

"Fine, I'll talk to you then. Bye."

"See ya Mulder."

And the call was over. Mulder looked over to see that
Scully was still soundly asleep, her body curled up
next to his. Then his mind went into overdrive. Oh
well, he thought to himself, I didn't really need to
sleep for the next four days anyway I guess. For the
life of him, he could not figure out exactly what Bill
needed to talk to him 'face-to-face' about, but he
knew it would not be pleasant. Eventually he fell into
a fitful sleep, visions of dueling with pistols at
dawn dancing through his mind.
xxxxx

Friday, 9 December, 2000
11:30 am
Mulder and Scully's Office

"Um...Scully...I gotta go meet someone. Do you want me
to bring you back some lunch?"

"Who are you meeting Mulder, where, for how long, and
for what purpose?"

"I'd rather not say."

Scully gave him a withering look. "I thought we agreed
Mulder, no more secrets between us, this wouldn't be
the prelude to you swanning off on some case,
conveniently forgetting to tell me about it before you
go; would it?"

Mulder looked stricken. "God no Scu...Dana. Nothing
like that is all. It has nothing to do with work at
all, someone is in town, and wants to talk to me, over
lunch. It's a he, and there is nothing internecine or
clandestine about it." (As far as I know, Mulder
thought but did not say.)

"With who Mulder?"

God, she is not making this easy, he thought to
himself.

"He asked me not to say, until afterwards."

"I know him?"

"Um, yeah, you sure do."

"Who is it?"

"Scully, he asked me not to..."

"I'm asking you to tell me, now, before hand Mulder."

"That's not fair Scully, you know I will if you
insist, but I don't want to worry you." (SHIT! Wrong
thing to say Mulder! Mulder made a mental note to
ensure his brain was functioning before he opened his
mouth.)

A look of concern crossed Scully's face, then her eye
brow arched.  Mulder knew he wasn't going to get out
of there without coming clean. She crossed her arms in
front of her and waited, she did not have to say a
word.

"It's Bill, he wants to meet me for lunch. No, he
didn't say why, and yes, we are meeting in a public
place and I have my weapon."

She was shocked, as Mulder could plainly see.

"Bill? As in my brother Bill."

"One and the same."

"No way Mulder, I'm going with you. If he cracks wise
or makes so much as one threat I'll..."

Mulder interrupted her. "My hero. You'll do what
Scully, kick his ass."

She grinned wickedly. "Oh no, far worse, I'll tell
mom." The  humor then left her as quickly as it came.
"No Mulder, I mean it. I will not let him, out of some
warped sense of macho bull-shit, do anything to hurt
you."

"We're meeting in PUBL:IC Scully, I don't think he's
that stupid."

"You didn't grow up with him Mulder. And to be honest,
I'm more worried about him injuring your psyche; he
has no clue, and needs to be muzzled."

"I'm not going to win this one am I?" Mulder asked.

"No, you're not. But I am willing to compromise."

"How?"

"I'll be out of sight, but you'll be wearing this."
Here she held up a micro-transmitter, and the receiver
that she would be using to eavesdrop with. "That way,
if he goes too far off-side, I can be there to bitch
slap him."

Mulder acquiesed, and they were soon on their way.
xxxxx

Colonel Brooks Tavern
901 Monroe Street Northeast
Washington, D.C.
12:10 pm
As usual, Colonel Brooks was full at lunch time, it's
proximity to government offices, the atmosphere, the
beers and the food drew a big crowd to D.C.'s most
popular brew pub, most days. It was easy for Scully to
surreptitiously take a place at the bar and remain out
of sight of Bill and Mulder.
Mulder grabbed a table, from which he had a clear view
to the door. Bill Scully Jr., resplendent in his Navy
uniform, buttons, water wings* and ribbons prominent
on the dark blue cloth. Bill strolled over, and much
to Mulder's surprise, stuck his hand out. Mulder took
the profferred hand, and shook it; still wary of
Billy, none the less. As soon as Bill sat, the
waitress materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, (an
X-File, Mulder thought for a moment.) and they ordered
drinks.
"Thanks for agreeing to meet me Mulder, I think we
need to talk, seriously."
"I'm here for just that Bill."
"It's about you and Dana."
"Look Bill, if you're here to tell me that I'm a sorry
son-of-a-bitch who doesn't deserve..."
"Whoa, back the truck up Mulder. I'd have said that on
the phone. I'm here to talk."
Mulder was confused now, and Scully, sitting at the
bar, was also unsure of where this was headed.
"OK Bill, what about Dana and I?"
"It's nice that you called her Dana." Bill said as a
preamble. "Really nice. Now, I know that you and Dana
are involved, and from all reports you love her and
she loves you. Fair enough Mulder, it's her life, and
to be honest she could do a lot worse. But imagine my
surprise when I learned that I hate you?"
"You do Bill, there's no need to deny it."
"I do? Wow Mulder, I knew you had a strange set of
beliefs, but I didn't know that you're psychic...and a
bad psychic at that. I do not hate you Mulder, but my
wife, my mother, and apparently my sister seem to
think that I do. Well, to be fair, Tara knows I
don't."
"You made your feelings quite clear before Bill."
"Holy shit Mulder, you're going to take what I said
when Dana was dying, and make me pay for it forever;
and make her pay for it as well."
"What do you mean make her pay for it as well?"
"Mulder, everyone tells me how brilliant you are. I
see no evidence of that here. Dana loves you for
fuck's sake, you think she's happy that you're not
going to be spending Christmas with her, or with mom,
or us? It's killing her inside that she's not going to
be with you, or so Tara says. And I tend to agree with
her. So yes, you are punishing her, as well as mom and
the rest of the family, for something I said when I
was grief stricken."
The look of shock on Mulder's face was plain to see.
Bill continued.
"Try giving me a little credit Mulder, I am an adult
after all. Yes, I said some things that were, in
hindsight, not well thought out. Dana was dying before
my eyes, Melissa was dead, your dad was dead, my dad
was dead. All of these things happened in a short span
of time, and after Dana met you. And NO Mulder, I am
not inferring that any of this was your doing. Dad
died of a heart attack, your dad was murdered, Mel was
murdered...not by you  Mulder. You think I don't know
that? You were just a target of opportunity for a man
who did not know how to deal with his grief. As I
recall, I treated you well when Dana discovered Emily.
I saw that you were there for her, and that she went
to you for comfort, not me. Of course that hurt, it
hurt me Mulder, at the time anyway. But I was wrong to
say the things I did. So, I'm sorry Mulder. Now,
please stop punishing everyone, Dana, mom, Tara, you,
me , Matt. Stop punishing us because of what was said
years ago, and at an emotionally charged time."
Bill finished as the waitress returned with their
drinks. They ordered food, and she was off again.
Mulder's mind was whirling. He had thought that he
might end up in a verbal brawl at best, in the E.R. at
GW at worst, but this scenario he had not envisioned.
"I don't know what to say Bill."
"Say that you'll come out for the holidays Mulder,
with mom and Dana. Say that you'll actually use this."
Here Bill pulled an envelope out of his pocket and
handed it to Mulder. "And say that in future, if you
need to know what I am thinking or feeling, you'll
actually do me the courtesy of asking me, instead of
ascribing things, opinions, feelings, etc., to me that
are simply not true."
Mulder opened the envelope. Inside was a plane ticket
to San Diego, round trip. Same flights as Dana and
Maggie.
"I still don't know what to say Bill. I'm a profiler,
and I had you figured all wrong I guess. And since the
theme here seems to be honesty,  I guess I have been a
sorry son-of-a-bitch in this regard. I knew Dana
wasn't happy going without me, but I was too fucking
selfish to figure out that it hurt her."
"Enough Mulder, stop kicking yourself in the ass. You
know now, and you are not a bad person for just
figuring that out, the bit about how it hurts Dana. I
talk to mom, I know you love Dana, I know what you've
done for her, and that she loves you. I'm convinced
you'd never knowingly hurt her. I love Dana too
Mulder, I just want her to be happy. From all reports
you make her happy,  in the end, that's all that
matters to me. So what do you say Mulder, can we
actually be civil to each other, maybe even friends?"
Mulder smiled, an honest smile. "I'd like to friends
Bill."
The waitress arrived with their meals, and they
chatted over lunch. At the bar, Scully was under the
scrutiny of quite a few lecherous men, a couple of
lecherous women, and the bartender. But the bartender
was looking out for her because he'd seen her fighting
to hold back tears, and wondered who or what had upset
this pretty lady. He had tried to talk to her, but
while she had been polite, perhaps overly so, she made
it clear that she wanted to be left alone.
Mulder and Bill finished up. Mulder paid, he insisted
on it, then they went their seperate ways, a new
understanding between them. Scully waited until Mulder
gave her the all clear, then met up with him outside.
"Did you hear all that?" Mulder asked her.
She folded herself into his arms, her head on his
chest.
"Yes, all of it."
"I'm still in shock Scully, I don't know what to say."
"Say that you love me Mulder."
"I do love you Dana, more than life itself."
"And say that you're coming with me and mom."
"I am coming with you, to be with you...and your
family."
"Your family too now Fox."
"Fox?"
"Yes, Fox."
"I can live with that Dana."
"For a very long time Fox, for a very long time."
They strolled off back to the Hoover Building, hand in
hand. A brighter future ahead of them.

NOTES:
OK the ending was weak, and it sucked, but them's the
breaks. And re-Bill's uniform. *"Water wings" is the
term given to the Naval Surface Warfare Badge that
qualified officers wear on the chest of their uniform.
Basically it means you can steer the boat.