Yesterday left my head kicked in // I never thought I could fall like that
Characters: Dana Scully, Spencer Reid
Rating: G for now
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Curator Room --> The castle halls & grounds in search of Mulder.
Relative Date: The morning after the dance. (after this)
Status: Open. Finished!
Scully had taken what was quite possibly the longest shower in the history of showers. Afterwards, her hair curling around her face, she had fallen into bed and slept deeply, dreaming of everything in her life in a twisted, nightmare fashion. Her mind was still swirling around her past when she woke up the next morning. Wandering into the bathroom, she did a double take in the mirror and quickly remembered why showering at night had never been a good idea for her. Doing the best she could, she flattened her hair before meandering to the kitchen.
She picked up a quick breakfast before returning to her room. She didn't have her phone, that was true, so she couldn't piece things together with it's help, but she could use her own memories to figure out what had happened. However, her memories seemed to be eluding her as well, and snippets of thoughts and memories that did not seem to be her own also continued to float in and out as she tried to remember what had happened.
Sitting on her bed, she took out a pen and paper and began to write, trying not to dwell on the horrible memories churned up by her nightmares from the previous night.
Rating: G for now
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Curator Room --> The castle halls & grounds in search of Mulder.
Relative Date: The morning after the dance. (after this)
Status: Open. Finished!
Scully had taken what was quite possibly the longest shower in the history of showers. Afterwards, her hair curling around her face, she had fallen into bed and slept deeply, dreaming of everything in her life in a twisted, nightmare fashion. Her mind was still swirling around her past when she woke up the next morning. Wandering into the bathroom, she did a double take in the mirror and quickly remembered why showering at night had never been a good idea for her. Doing the best she could, she flattened her hair before meandering to the kitchen.
She picked up a quick breakfast before returning to her room. She didn't have her phone, that was true, so she couldn't piece things together with it's help, but she could use her own memories to figure out what had happened. However, her memories seemed to be eluding her as well, and snippets of thoughts and memories that did not seem to be her own also continued to float in and out as she tried to remember what had happened.
Sitting on her bed, she took out a pen and paper and began to write, trying not to dwell on the horrible memories churned up by her nightmares from the previous night.