Fic: AU Crossover: "The Second Coming" Chapter Four
Crossover: The X-Files/House M.D.(mainly Cuddy)
Disclaimer: Don't own X-Files nor House.
Rating/Warning: PG-13. Strong violence. Character death. Destruction.
Summary: It's 2012. The takeover. The world as we knew it is over. It's not chance, it's fate. Your integrity is challenged and you will learn who you are.
Catch up: Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
IV. Relocation sans isolation. Still nothing feels like home.
She could hear the boy breathing beside her. Cuddy shifted her position slightly, everything hurting from the beating. She thought about this young boy and who he was. There was something about him that was different and it was obviously important enough that she was chosen to be his keeper.
But she didn’t understand why. He was only a little boy. A little boy that should have been in school, playing with his friends, hugging his parents at night.
Instead, he was here, with her, and possibly going to meet a fate that so many children had already met. As Cuddy knew, they were some of the first to go.
He stirred beside her and let out a cry. Cuddy reached into the darkness and found the boy’s head. She gently stroked his hair.
“No... no!”
“William...”
Cuddy shook his shoulder slightly, waking him from his nightmare. William sat up, breathing heavily. He wiped the tears from his face.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I had a bad dream,” he said.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
William rested back down beside her. He reached toward her, needing comfort. Cuddy painfully put her arm around him and he was careful as he rested against her.
“They’re going to do more bad things,” he told her. “This is just the beginning.”
“It was just a dream, William,” she assured him. “As real as it seemed, you’re okay now.”
“I know I’m okay, but other people won’t be,” he replied. “It’s going to happen, Lisa.”
He began to cry and Cuddy held him tighter, despite the pain it brought to her from the pressure against her wounds.
“I know I did something wrong,” he went on.
“William.”
“I know I did!”
“William,” she spoke gently. “You did nothing wrong, okay? You’re a very sweet boy. I can’t imagine anything you could have done to deserve this. It’s not your fault.”
He drew in a few shaky breaths and sniffed. “I’m scared.”
“I’m scared, too.”
Bright light suddenly filled the room. Cuddy quickly shut her eyes against it. William sat up, terrified. The door opened and a single soldier walked in.
“You have an order to put these on.”
He set a stack of clothes on the floor and walked out. The door slid shut behind him.
Cuddy squinted against the light, waiting for her eyes to adjust. William walked over to the clothes and picked them up. He brought them back over to Cuddy.
“They’re clothes,” he told her.
She sat up painfully, finally able to see better. William held out a pair of pants and a short sleeved shirt that resembled a pair of scrubs. They were a dark red color.
Cuddy took the clothes from him and he helped her to her feet. She examined the two items further as William did the same with his smaller sized pair.
“I guess we should do as he said,” she instructed.
William, a little self conscious, turned his back to Cuddy and quickly began to change. She turned slightly herself, wanting to give him some privacy.
However, the pain made it difficult for her to change quickly. She struggled with getting the shirt on and bending to get the pants on made her involuntarily whimper.
“Do you need help?” William asked.
Cuddy looked over at him, but he still had his back to her. She tightened her pants with the drawstring and tied them in the front.
“No,” she answered. “I’m finished.”
William turned and walked toward her. He looked at the cuts and burns on her arms, finally being able to see them with the light on. He raised his eyes to her face, still examining her, and smiled suddenly as he held back a laugh.
“What?” Cuddy said, a little self consciously.
He pointed a small finger up at her. “The scar on your forehead makes you look like Harry Potter.”
“Does it?” She raised an eyebrow.
William’s smile widened. “Yeah.”
“You like Harry Potter?” Cuddy replied.
“The books.” He nodded. “They were better than the movies.”
The door slid open, startling both Cuddy and William. She protectively pulled the boy closer to her. The same soldier entered as before.
“Follow.”
He turned and walked out of the room. William looked up at Cuddy and she smiled weakly, trying to give him reassurance. She took his hand and led him into the hallway.
The alien soldier led them down the hallway and to the door at the end. It opened and they stepped into a circular room. The door closed behind them and suddenly the room began to shake.
William held on tighter to Cuddy’s hand. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. The super-soldier paid no attention to either of them.
After several minutes had passed, the movement stopped and the door opened once more. Air blew into the room and the soldier led them outside.
Cuddy’s mouth fell open at the sight in front of her. They were on a flat land that held rows of cement barracks. The entire space was closed in by a high fence with an electrical current on top. She immediately thought of the Holocaust and realized that this was the real Hell.
There were other people being taken to barracks by alien soldiers. However, she noticed they were in pink colored clothes, much lighter than the ones both she and William were dressed in.
“Follow.”
The super-soldier led them down a row of barracks, passing dead bodies left rotting on the ground.
Cuddy frowned, wanting to shield William from all the death. She wondered if he saw his parents die. She looked down at him, but his eyes were on the ground and not on anything around them.
The soldier stopped in front of a barrack with a red flag hanging on the door.
“Your quarters. Wait inside for further instruction.”
He stood there until Cuddy and William stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind them.
There were two cots on opposite sides of the room. A small window was toward the back and a toilet and sink was in the corner. It was a large space for just the two of them.
“Now what?” William asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“Let’s move the beds closer together,” Cuddy suggested. “They’re so far apart.”
“Good idea,” he agreed.
William ran to one of the cots and began to push it toward the other. Cuddy went to the other and pushed it until it hit William’s cot. He gave a small laugh and then sat down.
“Do you have any kids?” he said.
“No.” She shook her head slightly and sat down on the other cot. “I once took care of a baby for a little while. I was her foster mom. But that’s not an adoption or anything, so... her relatives wanted her back.”
“Oh.” He flopped onto his back. “I’m adopted, you know.”
“You are?” She lifted her eyebrows.
“Like Harry Potter,” William went on. “Except I didn’t live with family or anything. I mean, my parents-my adoptive parents-they weren’t mean. They were... they were the best.”
Tears flooded his eyes and he covered them with his arm. Cuddy frowned.
“Come here.”
William sat up. He crawled across the cot and into Cuddy’s arms.
“It’s okay, William,” she told him. “It’s okay.”
Chapter Five.
Disclaimer: Don't own X-Files nor House.
Rating/Warning: PG-13. Strong violence. Character death. Destruction.
Summary: It's 2012. The takeover. The world as we knew it is over. It's not chance, it's fate. Your integrity is challenged and you will learn who you are.
Catch up: Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
IV. Relocation sans isolation. Still nothing feels like home.
She could hear the boy breathing beside her. Cuddy shifted her position slightly, everything hurting from the beating. She thought about this young boy and who he was. There was something about him that was different and it was obviously important enough that she was chosen to be his keeper.
But she didn’t understand why. He was only a little boy. A little boy that should have been in school, playing with his friends, hugging his parents at night.
Instead, he was here, with her, and possibly going to meet a fate that so many children had already met. As Cuddy knew, they were some of the first to go.
He stirred beside her and let out a cry. Cuddy reached into the darkness and found the boy’s head. She gently stroked his hair.
“No... no!”
“William...”
Cuddy shook his shoulder slightly, waking him from his nightmare. William sat up, breathing heavily. He wiped the tears from his face.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I had a bad dream,” he said.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
William rested back down beside her. He reached toward her, needing comfort. Cuddy painfully put her arm around him and he was careful as he rested against her.
“They’re going to do more bad things,” he told her. “This is just the beginning.”
“It was just a dream, William,” she assured him. “As real as it seemed, you’re okay now.”
“I know I’m okay, but other people won’t be,” he replied. “It’s going to happen, Lisa.”
He began to cry and Cuddy held him tighter, despite the pain it brought to her from the pressure against her wounds.
“I know I did something wrong,” he went on.
“William.”
“I know I did!”
“William,” she spoke gently. “You did nothing wrong, okay? You’re a very sweet boy. I can’t imagine anything you could have done to deserve this. It’s not your fault.”
He drew in a few shaky breaths and sniffed. “I’m scared.”
“I’m scared, too.”
Bright light suddenly filled the room. Cuddy quickly shut her eyes against it. William sat up, terrified. The door opened and a single soldier walked in.
“You have an order to put these on.”
He set a stack of clothes on the floor and walked out. The door slid shut behind him.
Cuddy squinted against the light, waiting for her eyes to adjust. William walked over to the clothes and picked them up. He brought them back over to Cuddy.
“They’re clothes,” he told her.
She sat up painfully, finally able to see better. William held out a pair of pants and a short sleeved shirt that resembled a pair of scrubs. They were a dark red color.
Cuddy took the clothes from him and he helped her to her feet. She examined the two items further as William did the same with his smaller sized pair.
“I guess we should do as he said,” she instructed.
William, a little self conscious, turned his back to Cuddy and quickly began to change. She turned slightly herself, wanting to give him some privacy.
However, the pain made it difficult for her to change quickly. She struggled with getting the shirt on and bending to get the pants on made her involuntarily whimper.
“Do you need help?” William asked.
Cuddy looked over at him, but he still had his back to her. She tightened her pants with the drawstring and tied them in the front.
“No,” she answered. “I’m finished.”
William turned and walked toward her. He looked at the cuts and burns on her arms, finally being able to see them with the light on. He raised his eyes to her face, still examining her, and smiled suddenly as he held back a laugh.
“What?” Cuddy said, a little self consciously.
He pointed a small finger up at her. “The scar on your forehead makes you look like Harry Potter.”
“Does it?” She raised an eyebrow.
William’s smile widened. “Yeah.”
“You like Harry Potter?” Cuddy replied.
“The books.” He nodded. “They were better than the movies.”
The door slid open, startling both Cuddy and William. She protectively pulled the boy closer to her. The same soldier entered as before.
“Follow.”
He turned and walked out of the room. William looked up at Cuddy and she smiled weakly, trying to give him reassurance. She took his hand and led him into the hallway.
The alien soldier led them down the hallway and to the door at the end. It opened and they stepped into a circular room. The door closed behind them and suddenly the room began to shake.
William held on tighter to Cuddy’s hand. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. The super-soldier paid no attention to either of them.
After several minutes had passed, the movement stopped and the door opened once more. Air blew into the room and the soldier led them outside.
Cuddy’s mouth fell open at the sight in front of her. They were on a flat land that held rows of cement barracks. The entire space was closed in by a high fence with an electrical current on top. She immediately thought of the Holocaust and realized that this was the real Hell.
There were other people being taken to barracks by alien soldiers. However, she noticed they were in pink colored clothes, much lighter than the ones both she and William were dressed in.
“Follow.”
The super-soldier led them down a row of barracks, passing dead bodies left rotting on the ground.
Cuddy frowned, wanting to shield William from all the death. She wondered if he saw his parents die. She looked down at him, but his eyes were on the ground and not on anything around them.
The soldier stopped in front of a barrack with a red flag hanging on the door.
“Your quarters. Wait inside for further instruction.”
He stood there until Cuddy and William stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind them.
There were two cots on opposite sides of the room. A small window was toward the back and a toilet and sink was in the corner. It was a large space for just the two of them.
“Now what?” William asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“Let’s move the beds closer together,” Cuddy suggested. “They’re so far apart.”
“Good idea,” he agreed.
William ran to one of the cots and began to push it toward the other. Cuddy went to the other and pushed it until it hit William’s cot. He gave a small laugh and then sat down.
“Do you have any kids?” he said.
“No.” She shook her head slightly and sat down on the other cot. “I once took care of a baby for a little while. I was her foster mom. But that’s not an adoption or anything, so... her relatives wanted her back.”
“Oh.” He flopped onto his back. “I’m adopted, you know.”
“You are?” She lifted her eyebrows.
“Like Harry Potter,” William went on. “Except I didn’t live with family or anything. I mean, my parents-my adoptive parents-they weren’t mean. They were... they were the best.”
Tears flooded his eyes and he covered them with his arm. Cuddy frowned.
“Come here.”
William sat up. He crawled across the cot and into Cuddy’s arms.
“It’s okay, William,” she told him. “It’s okay.”
Chapter Five.