'Homecoming' snippet
They'd come out to Seattle the weekend after Halloween, the fall of Mulder's brain surgery. The first night they'd slept dutifully in their separate rooms, and the next day after lunch Mulder had started listing off Washington's top paranormal hotspots, hunched over his laptop. Scully sprawled beside him on the bed finishing the last of her falafel.
"There's a mysterious hole in Cle Elum. Dennis Duffy found it in his basement and claims that it has no bottom and is a portal through which he has received intergalactic visitors."
He was rewarded with a chuckle, her foot grazing the side of his thigh. "Or we could go to Bellingham - they have a distinguished society for paranormal investigation. The Bellingham Observers of the Odd and Obscure." He paused. "Guess the acronym?"
"Mulder," she said. Something in her voice made him turn and look at her where she sat propped against the headboard. "Yeah?"
"I don't want to go to Bellingham. Or Cle Elum." Her expression, partly a smile and partly a question, held him completely entranced.
"You wanna just hang out around here?"
"Yeah," she said, still with her eyes on him. The first of many firsts, they had not made it out of the motel room that day.
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WHAT, snippet of impending RST.