Summary: You never know what dreams hold.

Disclaimer: The X-Files, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, CSM, Margaret Scully, Bill Scully, Bill Scully,Jr., Samantha Mulder, Tina Mulder, Bill Mulder, and all the other Characters that are involved in the X-Files and not mentioned her and are mentioned on my web pages, I would like to remind you that I do not own or am making a profit in any way from this. Please do not sue me. The X-Files belongs to 1013, Fox, and CC. I do not own any of the songs in this story either, sorry too many to count.

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Quebec Airport

3:30pm

"Are you sure this is where the flight was supposed to come in, Allie?" Allison looked at the sheet of paper she held in her hand, and double-checked it. And looking up to glance around the empty seats of the waiting area.

"Yeah mom. This is it. Maybe we should ask someone."

Sam walked up to the small booth beside the boarding entrance, "Hello?"

"Yes, may we help you?" the short blonde flight attendant asked. God Sam hated Blondes.

"Yeah the flight from Newark International, when did it get in?"

"Newark? Oh yes, they arrived about 45 minutes early."

"Fucking shit" Sam said. She spun on her heal and walked back over to Allison. The girl stared at her mother.

"What?"

"We lost her." and she walked away, headed towards the front of the airport.

"Carol, what was that about?" The blond flight attendant looked at her friend.

"I don’t know, she demand to know when the Newark flight got in, then when I told her, she cursed at me. God I can’t wait to get back home, Ash. I really hate these Canadians, all of them think they’re better then us." Carol shook her head and went back to work.

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A back road 13 miles outside of Quebec City limits

4:45pm

Scully watched the woods fly by and she couldn’t help but feel a small amount of anxiety at what they where about to do. Hell she could hardly believe she was just a few minutes from coming face to face with the man that had ordered her dead. Scully wanted to punched that dash at the though of being able to get the man that had had her abducted, given her cancer, killed her sister, killed Mulder’s father, and stolen Mulder’s sister from him. And hurt Mulder.

"Scully, well get him, and then well make him pay for all that he’s done, I promise." Mulder reached over and squeezed her hand. Scully turned her head away from the window and looked at him. She smiled and turned her hand so that their palm’s touched and squeezed back.

"I know Mulder. But not until he tells us where Samantha is."

"There!" Mulder exclaimed as he turned almost on a dime and pushed the gas pedal harder. "She’s here Scully. I can feel it. She’s here." Mulder was practically bouncing in his seat. Scully couldn’t help but smile at him for his excitement.

They came to the top of a hill and at the bottom sat a little house. It was a small one-floor ranch, with green shutters and a one-car garage connected to it. Mulder stopped the car in front of it and got out, as did Scully. Slowly they climbed that stairs to the front door, Mulder gently guiding Mulder with a hand on her back.