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 Ingles: Peace of Mind: Persistence (3)
Enviado por
Spooky2u2 el Domingo, 26 octubre a las 01:43:45
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Rating: G
Category: MSR I guess?
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Fox
Author's Note: I had this idea in my head and I saw that some authors write in
parts instead of one single fic, and I thought with this particular story,
that approach may be better. So here goes nothin'! :)
William sat at his desk and slammed the phone down. Fox wasn't a real name
anyway. Who needed him? There were plenty of other people to choose from.
Or so he thought.
It turned out no one had much interest in a kid who couldn't accept the good
life he had been dealt. Some even accused him of " looking for greener
pastures" and told him to worry about "girls and school." The only one who had
treated him with a modicum of dignity had been his first choice, Mr. Mulder.
Despite his reluctance, he had been patient and kind. Genuinely so. There was
something soothing in his easy manner and cool intellect. And they say always
go with your first choice.
'Well, Mr. Fox Mulder, it seems you haven't heard the last of me,' he mused.
It was late, however; it would have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime
he had some strategizing to work on. He scribbled the phone number on a piece
of paper, folded it and laid it on his desk, turned out the light and got into
bed. As he lay staring up at the ceiling, he imagined all the ways he would
sway this Mr. Mulder into seeing the light. Tomorrow was a new day.
Morning came and young William shifted restlessly as the sun peeked through his
window announcing the day. The same dull ache of emptiness shadowed his
subconscious until...'Fox Mulder.' He bolted up and jumped out of bed,
unfolding the piece of paper on his desk and glancing at the clock on his
dresser.
8:30
He might be in. Still, some people start work at eight, right? Quickly, he
dialed the number on the paper. A now-familiar voice greeted him.
"Mulder."
"Hi...Mr. Mulder...this is..."
"William," the man finished. If William didn't know better, he'd say the man
sounded knocked for a loop. But then, he himself was surprised this man would
remember him so quickly.
"You remember me."
"Yes...I do," came the gentle reply.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for the other day. You know, for what I
said."
"No, no that's all right. I understand," came the hurried reply.
"And I was hoping that you might reconsider...If you would just listen for a
minute..."
"William, when is your birthday?" The man sounded anxious.
"My birthday was yesterday. Does this mean you'll help me?" William answered a
bit perplexed.
"Yesterday," the man repeated, sounding more on edge. "How old are you now?"
he coaxed.
"I'm twelve. Hey, does this mean you're going to help me?" William repeated.
"What else do you know about your adoption?" the man continued.
"Not a lot. Just that my mother gave me up and my father never signed the
adoption papers. Oh and my mother probably lived in DC. That's all, really.
Do you think that means my dad didn't know? Maybe he's looking for me."
Another long silence. "Hello?"
"I'm here," came the shaky reply. Something was clearly wrong.
"Sir, are you ok?"
"William...how did you get this number?"
"I just looked in the phonebook. Is there something the matter?"
"Everything's fine. Listen, I live on Madison Avenue a few blocks away from the
Oaks Plaza . Is that close to you at all?"
"Sure, it's only a few miles...why?" William heard a huff of laughter before
the answer.
"I'd like to meet with you. How about...uh...Highland Park. Do you know where
that is? "
"Sure, I do!"
"All right, let's say...twelve O'clock at the baseball field. I'll be wearing
jeans and a gray sweater."
"Great! Thanks, mister. You won't regret it."
"You're welcome...son." he added in a whisper
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