Disclaimers: I don't own anybody in this story save Missy herself though CC
owns the concepts (XF concepts) that created her. The concepts of  Dark
Angel belong to the James Cameron and his bunch.

Category: AU, Crossover with Dark Angel

Feedback: Yes please. Medison@thezone.net

Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral, and I'll send the link to Spookys

Keywords: Scully/Doggett, AU, Crossover with Dark Angel (sort of)

Spoiler: um, maybe some for Per Manum, this is major AU so I don't think
there's many

Rating: G

Note: This is very much a Dipper (as in Scully/Doggett) fic so if you don't
like it don't read it. *But* its also an idea I had as to what Dana's baby
really is.

Plus, while it is a crossover of sorts with Dark Angel, there are no canon
DA characters in it.

Mucho tanks to the Wonderful Azar, my beta reader

Miracle of Mine
by M. Edison
*************
July 4, 2005
Montana
4:56 a.m.

She couldn't sleep.

It had been a regular occurrence since that fateful day four years ago when
she'd discovered the child she was carrying was...not normal.

Make no mistakes, when it came to love, there was a great deal for her
daughter. The baby was a miracle and no one would convince her otherwise.
But the pain that day had brought still wrenched at Dana Scully's soul.

Carefully easing out of bed, so as not to disturb the other occupant, the
former FBI agent slipped into her robe and padded from the bedroom. Moving
silently down the hall, Dana stopped at one door and peered in. A smile
blossomed to her face as she watched her sleeping daughter.

She didn't care what the Lone Gunmen had told her about the Manticore
Project.  Missy was no killing machine. She was a little girl...a little
miracle.

Resting her head against the doorframe, Dana recalled the day that Byers,
Langly and Frohike had showed up at her office with grim expressions on
their faces.  Apparently, Langly had been messing around one
evening--hacking into government databases just for practice--when he'd
noticed a discrepancy in the personnel of a top-secret military base.

Nutritionists, doctors, teachers . . . Not the type of people you'd find
working in a top-secret installation.

So, he'd looked into it. That had led him to a record on Dana Scully and the
child she carried. A
record proving her baby was a genetically engineered super-soldier.

Sighing, Dana moved into the room to fuss with her daughter's bedclothes.
Missy didn't need to sleep as much as other children - that had come from
her genetic engineering, along with the seizures, seeing in the dark and
other sundry skills.

The little girl shifted in her sleep and drew her teddy bear closer.

Dana brushed Melissa's glossy red curls away from her face and silently
vowed that Lydecker and his goons would never ever hurt her daughter. Thanks
to Mulder, Skinner and the Gunmen they'd managed to avoid them so far.

And of course John.

A smile brightened Dana's face as she thought of him. Without hesitation,
Doggett had turned his back on the FBI to take her and her newborn daughter
underground.

That'd been almost four years ago and they now found themselves on a small
ranch in Montana. Safe for the moment.

Melissa stirred and opened her eyes, staring through the darkness at her
mother's face. There was a hint of intelligence there that Dana knew came
from her daughter's altered genes, and not from any natural source. "Mama?"

"Its okay, honey. Go back to sleep."

"Are you okay?" Missy reached out to press a tiny hand against her mother's
cheek. "You look sad."

Dana smiled and placed a hand over her daughter's. "Just thinking."

"You think too much."

A laugh escaped Dana and she leaned over to kiss her daughter's forehead.
"You've been listening to me and Daddy again haven't you?"

"Nooooo..." Missy's solemn little face almost convinced her mother.

"Nice try, Half-pint, but I don't think your mom believes you."

Both redheads looked toward the door where John Doggett now stood, a smile
on his face.

Missy, very much a daddy's girl, jumped out of the bed to scamper over.
"Mama's sad."

Scooping their little girl up into his arms, John grinned. "We'll fix that,
won't we?"

Still clutching her teddy bear with one arm, Missy nodded firmly. "Uh huh."

Standing, Dana raised an eyebrow and grinned at her husband. "What're you
doing up?"

"Well, I rolled over and no one protested about being squashed so I woke
up."  Bouncing Missy in his arms, John put on his best innocent face.

Walking toward them, Dana shook her head. "Incorrigible."

"Yes. ma'am."

The drawled response only served to make her smile widen. "Completely
incorrigible."

"But fun!" Missy argued.

"That too," her mother agreed.

Now that she was close enough, John's free arm slipped around her waist and
pulled her close. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her temple. "How about
you two ladies come back to bed and we'll work on sleeping in a little?"

"How little?" Dana queried warily, fully aware of what her husband
considered 'sleeping in'.

"Six?"

"Daddyyy!!!" Melissa rolled her eyes and shook her head dramatically.
"That's not sleeping in!"

"What is, then?" John looked from his daughter to his wife.

"Until ten!" they chorused with wide smiles.

Having achieved the right response, he grinned and adjusted his hold on
Missy while guiding them back through the door. "Until ten it is."

The small fugitive family moved out into the hall and headed toward the
master bedroom again. For a while, they could forget about the men looking
for Melissa and about the anomalies of her genetics that were yet to be
discovered.

For a while they could just be a family and enjoy a Saturday morning where
the only concern was getting squished when John rolled over.

Eventually it would crowd in again. Either when Missy would point out a
sound she shouldn't be able to hear or she'd start to shake and need the
tryptophan. Something.  But until then, they could forget. They could
pretend their daughter was a normal little girl and that they were a normal
family. Until then.



Finis