TITLE: Uncle, Uncle AUTHOR: jeri E-MAIL: jerbearxf@hotmail.com WEBSITE: http://www.themajestic3.com/jeri RATING: PG-13 CATEGORY: VR KEYWORDS: MSR, OtherPOV SPOILERS: Existence, and the rest of S8 ARCHIVE: Ephemeral/Gossamer/KtF - yes Legacy/Touchstone - yes Others - with permission STARTED: May 26, 2001 FINISHED: May 26, 2001 SUMMARY: The ReluctantUncle muses. **DISCLAIMER: As always, I happily admit that I don't own these characters, and Chris Carter does. NOTE: I'm writing this with the musings in "O Brother..." in mind. Not necessary to read that one, but if you're interested: http://www.themajestic3.com/obrother ^*^*^ I hate it when my wife is right. Really, it's the most horrible thing in the world to have to walk up to her and admit that she knew something I didn't. But I guess an airport gift shop really isn't the best place to buy a gift for my newest nephew. I don't know what it is about us Scully children, but we only seem to be able to produce male offspring. Charles with his two boys, born near fifteen years ago now, and my own MiracleMatthew, just into his fourth year in our life. And now William. Another miracle, by all accounts. It's bizarre, you know? I'd think it was something like Scullys didn't have the genetic X's needed to create a baby girl, but in William's case, it wasn't a Scully who made that ultimate decision. It was, of all people, Mulder. No, this doesn't come as a surprise to me. I knew back at his funeral that Dana was pregnant by him. And at that funeral, I also realized I'd been stupid to be so judgmental of the man. It was easier to feel bad when he was dead. Now that he's alive...well, fuck. A snow globe catches my eye. Hmm...I could start a collection for little William. Everyone likes snow globes, right? I grab the most expensive one -- which still doesn't exceed fifteen dollars -- and head for the cashier. Somehow Mulder's pulled a fuckin' Lazarus on us. Four days, three months...I guess it doesn't really matter when you're being raised from the dead. What does matter is that I can't be pissed at him for running off and getting himself killed after knocking up my baby sister. Yes, I know that Dana didn't even know she was pregnant until he was already gone, but in my low-simmering rage that didn't matter. Damn, could this line move any slower? Come on, Grandma, people have planes to catch here. My five-month tour finally came to close last week. I'm flying out to DC now, knowing that if I wait any longer than necessary to meet my now three-month-old nephew, Mom'll come out to San Diego and drag me back by my ear. I will *not* miss my flight. Dana actually pulled a "we were there when Matthew was born" on me the other day when I tried to get a few more days at home before shipping out to the East Coast. It took everything in my power to remind her that she was more interested in a dying little girl who may or may *not* have been her daughter than a newborn little boy who most *definitely* was her nephew. Come on, I'm not an ogre. Really. But I have to prove that, I guess. That's what a lot of this visit is about. I'll be without Tara to calm me, and Mom has refused to let me stay at her place this time around. Nor am I allowed to stay in a hotel. I'm staying in Dana's apartment. Her nice one-room apartment. Gee, wonder where I'll be stuck for the weekend? Couch Neck, here I come... Finally, I get to pay for this half-assed gift. I'll make it up to him at Christmas. So I'll be stuck in close quarters with Mulder this Labor Day weekend. Well, on Sunday we're going out...not that they know that yet. I'm offering a truce this weekend. I'm sick of having to wonder how Mulder will react to me, how Dana will react to me. There's got to be an end to this stupid fight. And since I'm the one who started it, I know I got to end it. Mulder won't be able to refuse my offering, assuming the stories that have filtered my way are true. Apparently Mulder's quite the baseball fan. So I bought six tickets to the Orioles-Mariners game on Sunday. I talked to Mom about this, and she told me that if I *really* want to get in good with Mulder to also invite his friends Walter, John and Monica along. More fibbies, but I figure in a larger group there's less chance of being beat up by my little sister. So the other three have agreed, and Dana has assured me that she and Mulder will be available to attend as well. William may even join us. My big question lies in Mulder's team loyalties. Who will he be rooting for? I hope to God he's an O's fan like me. THE END ^*^*^ END NOTE: I was getting to like Bill Jr. a little too much. I had to give myself a reason to despise him again. So I made him an O's fan ;) ::hides from certain O's fans who are out to get me now:: 4 out of 5 doctors say expressing your enjoyment of a fanfic to its author increases your life expectancy 23-23.8 years. The other doctor was killed by Cancerman before we could ask him.