Of course, now was the perfect time for Peter to be calling. He'd just finished up a case and had felt the need to follow through on keeping in contact.
"Well, there's a fine hello," Peter said, shaking his head. He smiled a bit, though. "Sounds like you're having a much better day than I am. Did I call during some sort of... storm of candy?"
"Better! Explosion of science," Scully said, smiling as she recognized Peter's voice. "There's a meteorite down at the campsite. Or possibly an alien egg. Or an alien egg meteorite. We were doing tests on it all day." Breath. "And how are you doing?"
Keys clicking might be just audible in the background.
"Well, the day we prevent another woman from turning into a radioactive bomb is pretty good day," Peter said, though his tone wasn't exactly cheerful. "This meteorite egg thing, it didn't... burst up from the ground, did it?"
"Mmmm, more like campfire sized. It broke the surface and took out the main campfire at the camp," Scully said, taking another slurp of coffee. "They roped it off, but brought it to the science lab for testing. It's weirdly squishy. And warm! I really do have to wonder about alien dinosaur eggs."
Peter breathed a short sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Not what I was thinking it was. We had something come up out of the ground a few weeks ago, it was an absolute nightmare. Really glad it's not that. But... you've touched it?"
It sounded like Scully was... acting like Walter, really.
"Ooooo. What was it?" Scully asked, interested. "I had gloves on."
Waaaait for it.
"Except for yesterday. When I was taking photos. And getting Claudia to poke it with a stick. But we used a stick!" Which she then touched. With the shiny gray water on it.
"...you poked it with a stick," Peter said, a little incredulous. "I thought you only looked like a rash teenager. As for what we had, that's a bit of a complicated question. It was a bullet-shaped metal cylinder, about two feet long with spiral groove along it. It also has some tie to a hairless man who owns some sort of sci-fi stun gun. All I can really say is that it's trouble."
Scully resisted saying 'she started it' because, well, Claudia had. With her fingers. Scully had thought the stick was smarter, in her fascination with the find.
"No, this isn't a cylinder, definitely more rock-like and -- I wouldn't say 'natural', but much less manufactured." She paused, considering. "It wasn't a one-armed guy who speaks Russian really well, right? And we took all precautions today." Sounding more mature. Really.
"No Russian," Peter said. "More... otherworldly. He left me with a lot more questions and no answers. Hopefully you have more luck with you squishy-rock. I trust you not to let things get too out of hand."
"Oh, there's a whole group of us working on it," Scully assured him. "We're all taking the standard precautions. Although it largely just seems inert. Fascinating, and unique. But it doesn't react. That's part of what makes it so interesting."
"That definitely has me curious," Peter said. "But given that if I dropped everything and portaled out there I'd probably end up missing something equally weird and dangerous, I think I'll have to let you all handle it."
So, her phone rang that evening.
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Perky, caffienated, Scully.
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Keys clicking might be just audible in the background.
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OOOOOOOOOO.
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"Forget the bomb," he said. "How big is it? Like... artillery shell sized?"
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It sounded like Scully was... acting like Walter, really.
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Waaaait for it.
"Except for yesterday. When I was taking photos. And getting Claudia to poke it with a stick. But we used a stick!" Which she then touched. With the shiny gray water on it.
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"No, this isn't a cylinder, definitely more rock-like and -- I wouldn't say 'natural', but much less manufactured." She paused, considering. "It wasn't a one-armed guy who speaks Russian really well, right? And we took all precautions today." Sounding more mature. Really.
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Just... not all of them. They were HERS HERS HERS.
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