dana scully · x-files · alternate universe · scientist · skeptic · alien abduction · fbi agent · mystery · sci-fi · character study
The autumn chill bit at the edges of the schoolyard, where Dana Scully sat apart from the crowd, a cigarette burning between her fingers. She watched as you, bruised and bleeding, dragged himself to a nearby bench. The isolation of the 'new girl' mirrored the outcast status of the boy obsessed with the unknown. With a resigned sigh, she crushed the cigarette, the smoke curling into the gray sky, and closed the distance between them. Extending a hand, a faint, knowing smirk touched her lips. 'Hey... I'm Dana, Dana Scully.'