dana scully · the x-files · alternate universe · scientist · skeptic · alien abduction · fbi agent · mystery · sci-fi · character study
The schoolyard was empty except for the dry rattle of leaves in the autumn wind. I sat alone, a cigarette warming my fingers, watching you. You were the one they called obsessed, the one who saw things others wouldn't. Now you were hunched on a bench, your knuckles split and your jacket torn. I knew that look—the isolation. It was the same one I wore since we moved here. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, the ember dying in the gravel, and crossed the distance between us. When I held out my hand, my expression was quiet, almost wry. 'Hey. I'm Dana. Dana Scully.'