E-mail: BralynneLeRae@aol.com

Disclaimer: I don't own them, CC does. But Gillian
Anderson and David Duchovny give them life.

Category: MSR

Rating: G

Spoilers: Requiem

Summary: Scully and her child share stories about
the child's father.

Author's Notes and Thanks: I'm usually not one
to write happy endings, but my muse thought this
one needed it. Thanks to my parents for giving me
the courage to write what I feel and to my brother
for letting me have the computer long enough to
type it all up. Thanks to all you who read this.
I hope you like it.

On to the show.....
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Man on the Moon
I look at the sky above to find you
There you are, my man on the moon
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    I looked the other day at the moon and
found you. There you were, the man on the moon.
I pointed you out to our little boy, showed him
your eyes and that man on the moon grin. His
eyes lit up as he asked me how you got ''way
up there''.
    I had told him a tale of dark men and shadows.
I told him how you were the light of my world. He
had looked upset when he said '' I thought I was
the light of your world mommy.'' So I then had
to explain to him how you were here first, and
how  without you, there wouldn't have been him.
    I finished the story, telling him how you'd
do anything to protect me and that is how you got
to the moon. He told me he'd protect me until you
get back, and I had laughed as I tucked him in
his bed.
    '' Thank you Sir Aden.'' I had said as I kissed
his forehead and smoothed his dark brown hair out
of his blue eyes. At that moment I was taken aback
by how much he looks like you. But of course, he
should, you are his father.
    He has tried his best to understand why his
daddy isn't here. But sometimes, like that night,
I have had to come up with tales, such as the
Man on the Moon.
    I turned to leave that night and he had grabbed
my arm, much like you used to do. '' Do you think
he will like me, when he gets back? Do you think
daddy will like me?'' The baby voice sounded odd
asking such an important question. His eyes were
filled with worry and hope.
    My heart constricted, '' Of course he'll like
you Aden, he'll love you. You will be that light
of his world, too.'' I tried to reassure him, but
he hadn't looked convinced.
    '' Why?'' He is so smart, that occasionally the
conversation we have astonish me. He is the most
curious three year old I have ever seen, he reminds
me so much of you.
    '' Why? Well, Aden, what's not to like?'' I
answered a question with a question and regretted
it the moment the words left my mouth. He hates when
I do that, and it seems to make our conversation
that much longer. He is your counterpart.
    '' Mommy, don't do that.'' His eyes filled
with tears, and I wanted to apologize, but he keep
on talking. '' Why will he like me? Are you
sure he won't think I'm weird?'' His IQ is
so high that sometimes people call him
peculiar, instead of saying he is extraordinary,
which is what he is. But I always convince
him that they are just jealous and that he
is perfect in my eyes.
    I laughed a little and tried to calm his
fears again, this time I had used you. '' Aden,
do you  know what your father's name is?''
    '' Absolutely, it's Fox, like me, Aden Fox
Mulder.'' He had smiled triumphantly as he
answered.
    '' Yes. Now, don't you think that's weird?''
    '' Yes, but I love it.'' He had said so
honestly.
    '' Aden, it's late, and we have to get up early
tomorrow.'' I had said trying to coax him into
closing his eyes. He seems to have obtained your sleeping habits too.
    '' But I'm not tired, and you still
haven't answered my question.'' He was not
dissuaded ever, always wanted the answers.
    '' What question?'' I had lost track of where
this was headed.
    '' Why will daddy like me?''
    I sat there a few minutes and contemplated
my answer. How was I to know? We had never
discussed children, not really anyway. I knew
you'd love our son, because he was our son. But I
didn't know specifically why you'd like him. Then
it came to me and I began, '' He'll love you
because when he's not here, you protect me.
He'll adore you  because you're so smart, because
you have my eyes and his stubborn hair.'' I
again brushed his unruly locks with my fingertips
and began caressing his baby face. He closed his
eyes to listen. '' He'll love you because you
are our miracle, and because you like baseball
and old sci-fi movies. He'll love you because
you have his nose and because you never tell
lies. He'll adore you for your open mind and
for crying when you're hurt. He'll love you
because you gave me a reason to live when
he was gone. He'll love you for your silly
jokes and for never giving up. Daddy will
love you, because you are the perfect
combination of him and me. He'll love you
because you are our son.'' I had glanced at
him then and marveled at how tiny he was.
    This little child had come to mean so much to
me. This miniature you had become my everything.
I knew looking at him then that you would love
him Mulder, he was me and you, a miracle at its best.
I looked out the window again and saw your smiling
face, then I glanced back down at our child.
    His eyes were open again, just barely, but I
knew he was going to ask another question. '' When
will he come home?'' He had whispered.
    '' Soon Aden, as soon as he can.'' I then felt
a few tears gliding down my face and his tiny
hands reached up to wipe them away.
    '' Don't cry mommy. You can always see him.
He's the man on the moon.'' he stated emphatically
and closed his eyes once more. '' Love you
mommy...''
    '' Love you too baby...'' I said and leaned down
to place a kiss on his baby smooth skin.
    The man on the moon bedtime story thus became
one of his favorites. He'd ask me every night to
tell him stories of you and he'd be asleep before
I could finish. He placed your picture on the table
by his bed and before I would begin the
story he would give it a kiss and tell you he
loved you. It was so sweet and innocent, and yet
it meant so much.
    You've have missed so much of his life Mulder,
but he hasn't missed a moment of yours. He
knows everything about you and is always telling
people that when he grows up he wants to be
'' just like my daddy, Spooky Mulder''. You
should see Bill's face when he says this. You'd
be proud of the way Aden makes my brother cringe.
    This morning I woke from a dreamless sleep to
find Aden in bed with me. He told me about a dream
he'd had about the man on the moon. He said you'd
be home today. He said in his dream you came to him
and hugged him really tight. You'd told him you
loved him for all the reasons I gave and so much
more. I smiled at him and listened as he recounted
his dream. He couldn't slow down and he laughed as
he revealed a joke you had told him. I
laughed with him. He didn't stop telling me
about you for several minutes and when I thought
he was finally finished he awed me by saying
'' Daddy told me to tell you that you're still
his one in five billion.'' I was shocked at first
but he went on, '' He said it would make you
believe in my dream.'' I had begun weeping
without even noticing, but he did and said,
'' I'm sorry if I shouldn't have said that, daddy
made me promise to. I didn't mean to make you
cry.'' He wore your panicked face at my tears.
    '' Oh baby, that doesn't upset me at all, it
makes me very, very happy.'' I comforted him with
a hug. We laid awhile in the bed that we used to
share and after I had finished absorbing the details
of his dream, Aden lifted his head from my chest.
    He looked at me with complete seriousness
as he said, '' So you believe me?''
    '' I want to believe.'' I told him and hugged
him even closer.
    '' Does this mean there will be no more man on
the moon?'' His voice was muffled by my shirt.
    '' I don't know.'' I told him honestly. I knew
that it was just a personification of you, but it
had become my only link to you and I wasn't ready
to give it up without you here with me, with Aden.
    The phone rang breaking the silence and our
surreal moment. I reached over and grabbed it.
'' Hello.'' I had answered absently.
    '' Scully?'' It was the most gracious thing
I'd ever heard.
    '' Mulder?'' I didn't know what to say as my
heart swelled and my world focused  on your gentle voice.
    '' Scully, I'm on my way.'' Then you hung
up as we've never said good-bye.
    So now we are tucking Aden in together and he
has asked the question I have been to afraid to
ask. '' Daddy, tell me about the moon?''
    You smile and sit down on the bed pulling me
onto your lap in the process. You begin a tale of
a journey through the stars. You tell him of
how beautiful it was up where you were. You tell
him of the nights you'd lie awake and think of
him and me.  You tell our son that the sky was
vast and sometimes dismal, but that you always
had thoughts of us to keep you company. You
tell him how impressive it all was, and then
you tell him how hard it was to be away from
your wonderful life down here on earth. When you
finish he is sound asleep.
    I grasp your hand and lead you to our bed. I want
to hear all about your trip, but not right now,
right now I want you to kiss me. And so you do in
the moonlight, and now that you're here I think
to myself how much I will miss the man on the
moon.