Faint footsteps sounded behind him a minute later, and then Scully appeared at his elbow, saying, “Okay, I’ve got it, we’re good.”
“We’re all set?”
“Yeah,” she said, passing him a sealed plastic tube containing a used eye-dropper and thick, semi-coagulated zombie blood with ungloved hands. Then she paused, teetering a little on her feet. “Mulder -“ She reached out to grab his arm, stumbling, her head dropping to sway heavily.
“Scully? Scully,” Mulder said, panic blooming in his breast as he turned to face her fully, gripping her shoulders to steady her. “Hey, hey, Scully, come on, easy -“
She dragged her head up, her eyes flicking across his face like she couldn’t focus and her mouth pursed tight. Her skin was ashen. “Mulder?” she said, a note of confusion in her voice, but Mulder’s throat was too constricted at the sight of the thin trickle of blood falling down to from her nose to her lip to answer her call.
“Mulder,” she repeated, frowning. Then she seemed to realize what he was staring at, and she turned away with a quiet, “damn it.” His hands slid away to dangle uselessly at his side, gun in one and tube’o’blood in the other. When she turned back, face clean and only the slightest hint of red on the faded blue denim of her jeans where she had wiped her fingers off, he had schooled his face into complete neutrality. All he said was, “Ready to go?”
She nodded. And once the tube was safely packed away in a side pocket in his backpack, they drew their guns, and moved in sync towards the back exit. Just two agents, watching each other’s backs in the face of yet another zany X-File.
God, how he wanted to believe that.
eta: sorry for the original post, for whatever reason lj wasn't letting me reply with this so that was just a test.
“We’re all set?”
“Yeah,” she said, passing him a sealed plastic tube containing a used eye-dropper and thick, semi-coagulated zombie blood with ungloved hands. Then she paused, teetering a little on her feet. “Mulder -“ She reached out to grab his arm, stumbling, her head dropping to sway heavily.
“Scully? Scully,” Mulder said, panic blooming in his breast as he turned to face her fully, gripping her shoulders to steady her. “Hey, hey, Scully, come on, easy -“
She dragged her head up, her eyes flicking across his face like she couldn’t focus and her mouth pursed tight. Her skin was ashen. “Mulder?” she said, a note of confusion in her voice, but Mulder’s throat was too constricted at the sight of the thin trickle of blood falling down to from her nose to her lip to answer her call.
“Mulder,” she repeated, frowning. Then she seemed to realize what he was staring at, and she turned away with a quiet, “damn it.” His hands slid away to dangle uselessly at his side, gun in one and tube’o’blood in the other. When she turned back, face clean and only the slightest hint of red on the faded blue denim of her jeans where she had wiped her fingers off, he had schooled his face into complete neutrality. All he said was, “Ready to go?”
She nodded. And once the tube was safely packed away in a side pocket in his backpack, they drew their guns, and moved in sync towards the back exit. Just two agents, watching each other’s backs in the face of yet another zany X-File.
God, how he wanted to believe that.
eta: sorry for the original post, for whatever reason lj wasn't letting me reply with this so that was just a test.
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