[oom: The X-Files: Ancient History]
May. 11th, 2010 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
she_questionsDana has a cup of coffee precariously balanced on the edge of a desk she commandeered from his ever encroaching pile of paper work. She's bent over a stack of yellowing manilla folders, each one with an X file number meticulously hand-typed on a label and affixed above a brief description.
After their encounter with Eugene Tooms, she still isn't sleeping through the night, finding herself checking and rechecking the vents and windowsills, trying to catch a whiff of bile on the air. Her solution as always, is to throw herself into her work.
"Mulder, how far do these files go back, anyway?"
After their encounter with Eugene Tooms, she still isn't sleeping through the night, finding herself checking and rechecking the vents and windowsills, trying to catch a whiff of bile on the air. Her solution as always, is to throw herself into her work.
"Mulder, how far do these files go back, anyway?"
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Date: 2010-05-13 11:58 pm (UTC)He tries the button again, then another, but the elevator doesn't move.
The emergency phone offers nothing but static.
"Well that's spooky."
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Date: 2010-05-14 12:15 am (UTC)"Great. Just great."
She pulls the alarm button and the elevator lurches. There's a metallic DING! that she's never heard before.
"That's weird."
And then the doors slide open.
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Date: 2010-05-15 01:19 am (UTC)"Scully? I might have to call a rain check on that Mu Shu pork."
Because what's on the other side of the door sure isn't the Bureau. (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/23154510.html)