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Verdandi's Children by Avalon
Summary: Krycek/Marita relationship; Mulder/Scully relationship; kidfic.
TITLE: Verdandi's Children (1/1) AUTHOR: Avalon (avalon@fuse.net) RATING: PG CATEGORY: S, Krycek/Marita, Mulder/Scully SPOILERS: Set late season eight into early nine KEYWORDS: Krycek/Marita relationship; Mulder/Scully relationship; kidfic DISCLAIMER: All characters, except one, belong to the divine Mr. C. The situation is my invention, but I'm making no money here. No infringement intended. ARCHIVE: Take it, it's yours. NOTES: Written for the IWTB Ima Believer challenge. I volunteered to write Krycek/Marita, but Mulder and Scully both showed up, too. I reserve the right to listen to the voice of Inspiration. Verdandi's Children (1/1) "We shouldn't have to live like this." Her voice whispered across the pillow to him, the lone sound in the dark silence of the hotel room. "No, we shouldn't." "It's not fair." She hated that she sounded like a petulant child, but she couldn't seem to pull the whine from her words. "Why us?" She felt him shift next to her, and his breath tickled her ear. "Maybe it's fate." She snorted. "I don't believe in fate. We make our lives what they are." His right hand traced lazily down her side and around to her stomach, and his wrist arched as he splayed his fingers across the expanse of her rounded belly. "We made this." He nuzzled his nose under her chin, nipping at her collarbone, and she smiled for a minute, relishing the grate of his stubbled cheeks against her skin. But she was worried, and scared to death, and she knew he couldn't protect her. He couldn't protect either one of them. "I want this baby to have a normal life." "Define normal." She stroked his hair as he continued to trail kisses in a moist choker around her neck. "I want a house for him, a golden retriever, Saturday movies with popcorn and Jujyfruits. I want him to go to school, to have friends..." Her voice trailed off, and it hitched with emotion when she spoke again. "I never want him to worry that his father isn't coming home again." The mattress moaned, and she could see the outline of his jaw as his face appeared next to hers. His hand came up to her cheek, and his finger traced the damp trail of her single tear. She could hear the smile in his voice when he replied. "You don't have to worry about that, baby. I'll always come home." She swallowed, trying to rid herself of the tightness in her throat. "How can you be so sure?" He kissed her lips gently, briefly, and then laid his head on her swollen abdomen. "I have something to come home to now." ***** Dana Scully sat in the August sunshine, wishing for Coppertone. She had been in such a mad rush to leave last night she had neglected to pack the sunscreen, and now she was baking in the brutal summer heat. Worse still, William was already turning an alarming shade of pink, and he had only been in the sandbox for fifteen minutes. She itched to pull him out and take him to a shadier spot, but she didn't want to deal with a temper tantrum right now. Besides, Mulder's message had said to meet at the playground, so she wasn't budging an inch until she spotted her partner. She watched as her son scooped sand into a green pail with a yellow shovel, his little brow furrowed in deep concentration. At fifteen months old, he was getting to be quite a handful, bursting with energy and boasting a tremendous appetite. Scully had stopped nursing him at six months, mostly because he never seemed to get enough to eat. And he ate everything he could get his tiny hands on, including bugs and other unmentionables found in public parks. She eyed him critically, pleased that he had so far remembered that she had declared sand eating off limits. The park was deserted today, families apparently opting for cooler activities like swimming or indoor fun, but Scully could see another woman approaching from across the field. She watched her as she scrutinized everyone nowadays, her analytical mind taking in the woman's appearance. She was dressed simply, in denim pedal pushers and a white sleeveless blouse, which she had tied in a knot above the waistband of her pants. Her hair had been tucked up into a pale blue cap, but Scully could tell from the few escaping strands that the woman was a blonde. Her face was mostly obscured by the bill of the hat, and by the large wraparound sunglasses that she wore. The woman paused and shifted something to the opposite hip, and Scully realized that she was carrying a child. The baby's head was turned to look behind her mother, and the woman combed her fingers through the child's long, wild dark hair as they approached the playground. Scully watched as the woman leaned down and whispered something to her daughter, and the girl swiveled her head to look in the direction her mother pointed. When the girl saw the sandbox, she squealed in delight, and her mother set her down on her feet. Scully smiled as the baby toddled over to the box and awkwardly climbed into the sand, plopping down close to William. She appeared to be just Will's age, perhaps a couple of months younger. Scully glanced at her wristwatch as the other woman settled onto a nearby bench. She sighed, noting that Mulder was late. She hated these clandestine meetings, and she especially hated how they always seemed to be arranged at the last minute, usually succeeding in throwing William's meticulous schedule completely off and sending him into weird sleeping and eating habits for weeks afterward. But the time the three of them spent together was so infrequent and so precious to her that she did everything possible to make sure to be wherever Mulder requested. Since Will's birth, they had arranged a few weekends together, and usually a day-long meeting like this once a month...but Scully longed for so much more. She focused on William. He had dumped all the sand from the green bucket and was filling it back up. The little girl watched him for awhile, running her stubby fingers through the sand underneath her, but then she reached out, making a grab for the shovel. She succeeded in getting her hand on it, and Will tried to shake her off. When she didn't release it, he gave an indignant shriek and looked over at Scully, who pushed herself up off the bench. "Lexa! Let go of that, please!" The other mother leaned into the sandbox, pulling her daughter away from William's toy. The girl uttered an ear-piercing whoop and pushed at the woman's hands. Her mother put her face next to the baby's, catching her eyes. "We don't grab things, Lexa. That's not nice." "William," Scully said, walking into the box herself. "You can share some of your toys with this little girl. You have another shovel somewhere." Scully spied the red handle sticking out of the sand and snagged it. She turned to the mother and daughter and smiled. "Here you go, sweetie. You can play with this one." The child wrapped her chubby hand around the toy and gurgled, obviously pleased. The woman grinned and set her daughter back in the sand, where the girl began to help Will with his digging. "Thank you," the woman murmured to Scully...and Scully's heart seemed to stop. The blonde hair. The lithe, statuesque figure. The low, sultry voice. Scully's ears began to ring in recognition. "Marita Covarrubias." The name fell from her tongue in an awed whisper. The woman looked up at her, and her mouth dropped open in a tiny ring. Scully stepped back automatically, and Marita ripped her glasses from her face, her light blue eyes shocked and unbelieving. "Oh my God," she breathed. Her eyes whipped from Scully's face to the children playing at their feet. Her heart hammering in her chest, Scully reached down and plucked William from the sand, ignoring his furious bellow as she broke away from the other woman. She was halfway up the path through the trees when Marita's call fell on her ears: "Agent Scully! Wait! Please!" She stopped. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the look of complete surprise on the other woman's face. Maybe it was the plaintive tone in her cry. Or maybe it was because Marita Covarrubias was now a mother, just like her. She pivoted back around, and Marita was hurrying up the path, trying to soothe her crying daughter as she moved. Scully's gaze fell on the girl, who turned emerald eyes to her. Big, beautiful green eyes framed by a set of lovely, lush dark lashes. Scully winced. She had her father's eyes. Marita shook her head. "I can't believe it's really you." "What do you want?" Scully choked the words out, her throat constricting with fear. "I never imagined I would see you again." Marita gave a short, exasperated laugh, and she turned her gaze to William, who was still howling his rage. "This must be your son." "What do you want?" Scully demanded again. Marita shook her head, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Nothing. I don't want anything. I--I just..." She looked around curiously. "You're meeting Mulder, aren't you?" Scully backed away again, wishing like mad that she hadn't parked her rental car so goddamned far from the playground. "I have nothing to say to you." She pulled William closer to her. "Leave us alone." The other woman's words stopped her cold. "Is he normal?" "What do you mean? Of course he's normal!" Scully's fear melted into molten anger. "Why wouldn't he be?" Marita smoothed a long, white hand over her daughter's ebony hair. "Sometimes Lexa can make things move. With her mind." Scully swallowed. She glanced at the other child, who had calmed and was trying to swat at the bill of her mother's cap. Marita caught the baby's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the tiny knuckles and smiling at her. "Why would William be able to do that?" Marita shrugged. "I don't know why. Maybe it's because his father was exposed to the alien artifact, and something turned itself on in his brain. Maybe it's because you were given the vaccine against the black oil. I was given that myself." She looked at Scully, her eyes searching. "I don't have any answers. But I know someone who might be able to help you." Scully recoiled as if she had been slapped. "I don't want your help. Why should I trust you, after everything you and Alex Krycek did to us?" The blue of Marita's eyes seemed to deepen at the mention of Krycek's name, and her face hardened. "Alex was trying to that, but it's the truth." "He wanted to kill my baby!" Scully shouted, her anger surging up out of her. William stopped crying and looked at his mother, his cheeks rosy from the exertion of his tantrum. Marita took a step toward her. "That was all a smokescreen. Surely you must realize that he just wanted to get close to you again and try to help you." Her eyes suddenly grew wet, and her words were low and strangled when she spoke again. "He was trying to help you, and look what happened to him." Scully set her jaw. "He wanted Skinner to shoot Mulder. That's why Skinner--" She felt a sudden rush of sympathy, but she tamped it back down. "That's why Skinner had to kill him." Marita brushed her fingers over her cheeks quickly and looked at Scully, her eyes cold once more. "All I know is that my baby doesn't have a father now." Her blue gaze drifted over to William, and her tone softened. "No one should have to live this way." "What way?" "I know Mulder is running. I know that you are trying to find some sanity in a life filled with uncertainty and danger. And I know you can't want that for your son." She squeezed her daughter, who was starting to doze off against her mother's shoulder. "I know I don't want it for Lexa." Scully shifted her weight, William becoming heavier by the second. The feel of him safe in her arms settled in her heart, and she felt her anger dissolving. Her thoughts rippled back over the years, shuffling through what she knew of Marita Covarrubias, and she realized how very little information about the woman she had. It certainly didn't make it any easier to believe her. Marita sighed and glanced over her shoulder, and Scully followed her gaze. Back at the playground, she could see a figure approaching, a man dressed all in black, his head bent against the oppressive August heat. Her heart caught in her throat, anxiety rising like bile. It was Alex Krycek. He had come to reunite with his family, and to take her son away... "I see Mulder has arrived." Marita's husky rasp cut through the icy streak of fear in Scully's mind. She blinked, her focus returning, and she saw the man by the sandbox was indeed Mulder. He brought his hand up to his forehead and shaded his eyes, casting his sight up the path to her. She gave him a grateful smile. "I know you don't trust me," Marita said. She passed the baby to her other hip and fished into the back pocket of her pants. Out came a business card, and Scully nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Marita held it out to her. "I told Alex once that I didn't believe in fate. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe our paths crossed today for a reason. These people helped us. They protect us, and they understand just how special my child is." She locked her gaze on Scully; the intensity of it was palpable in the air between them. "And I'm not afraid anymore." Scully took the card from her. Without another word, Marita Covarrubias brushed past her and continued up the path, disappearing in moments into the thicket of trees that lined the trail. Scully stood there, motionless, until William's babbling "Dadadadadadadada" pulled her attention back to him. Mulder's arms encircled her waist, and she willingly relaxed into his embrace. "Who were you talking to?" he asked. Scully exhaled, her apprehension releasing with the breath from her body. "Another mother," she murmured. "Someone I think I was meant to meet today." ***** More and more often, as she lay in her bed and listened to the hushed breathing of her baby, she found her thoughts turning to her grandmother, and to the stories the stout old lady had told her when she was a child in Norway. The pitch of her ancient voice, the strange lilt of her cumbersome accent, unraveled in her mind like the yarn the retired seamstress had rolled in her gnarled hands. The old woman would sit with the child at her feet as she weaved. She recited the stories of the Three Fates, the Goddesses in whose hands the destiny of all human beings rested. She spoke of Urdh, the Lady of the Past, and of Skuld, the Crone of Death...but the one that fascinated her young charge the most was Verdandi. The Goddess of Change, She helped humanity to realize its creative power...but also, to understand that it was powerless to stop the passage of time and the turning of the Wheel that brought all ever closer to the end of days. Surrendering to Verdandi was necessary, Grandmother told her, for none of the Fates would be denied Her honor, and no one could escape destiny. The Wheel had turned for her. She no longer feared for her life, or that of her child. She no longer feared that she would be alone, for in the wee hours of the night, when she floated in that wavering place between sleep and dreams, she sometimes felt his presence and knew that he came to her still. She no longer feared that she would forget his face, for the very same one looked at her every morning with bright, shining eyes filled with love. But she had lied to Dana Scully. She had told her she was no longer afraid, and one fear haunted her still. She feared that she would not be forgiven in that place beyond this one, that land where the Three Sisters presided. She feared that she had understood Verdandi's lessons too late, and that when Skuld came for her and cut the thread of her life, her final resting place would be a void filled with snow and ice. She had saved her child, and perhaps another one even more important than hers. She was certain that was part of her destiny. But perhaps it was too little too late. ***End*** NOTES: Special thanks to the book, Summoning the Fates, by Z. Budapest, for the information concerning the Three Fates. I love feedback almost as much as Krycek's pretty eyelashes! Send it! You know you want to! avalon@fuse.net -- A touch of X-Files, and the romance of Arthurian times...join us in the adventure: http://avalon.phile-phans.net/
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