Two of a kind (Scully drabble)
Title: Two of a kind
Fandom: The X-files/House
Rating/Genre: pg/femslash
Prompt: 241, Exchange, femslash100, and 057. Strangers 100_women
Characters/Pairing: Dana Scully/Remy ‘Thirteen’ Hadley
Summary: Two women meet at a sleazy bar.
Word count: 250
Scully, who didn’t go out often and didn’t want to become too much of a ‘regular’ anywhere, was not the only one who frequented many different places.
“I’ve seen you before”, said a young woman with a glass in her hand.
It wasn’t her first drink, Scully could tell.
“I’m Remy. I kind of hate this place… maybe that’s why I like it so much.”
“Mhm?” Scully said. The girl was pretty; long brown hair and big eyes.
“You don’t talk much, huh?” Remy tilted her head to one side and looked at Scully as if to determine a diagnosis. “I can tell we’re two of a kind. You don’t like chit-chat. You’re just here to get laid.”
“And so are you?”
“Yeah”, Remy nodded and looked deeply into her glass of beer.
***
Scully never saw Remy in daylight. They didn’t ‘date’. But sometimes, they exchanged words and a little warmth.
Scully knew why. They were both workaholics. They didn’t want anything solid - Scully because she felt that her life was too unpredictable to drag someone else into it - she never knew when Mulder was going to drag her along on something fatally weird - and Remy because she knew for a fact that she was dying. She was vulnerable, but put up a hard shell. Just like Mulder disappeared into obsessions; with him, there was always that quest.
Why is it, Scully thought, that the people I care about the most are the most impossible ones to be with?
.
Fandom: The X-files/House
Rating/Genre: pg/femslash
Prompt: 241, Exchange, femslash100, and 057. Strangers 100_women
Characters/Pairing: Dana Scully/Remy ‘Thirteen’ Hadley
Summary: Two women meet at a sleazy bar.
Word count: 250
Scully, who didn’t go out often and didn’t want to become too much of a ‘regular’ anywhere, was not the only one who frequented many different places.
“I’ve seen you before”, said a young woman with a glass in her hand.
It wasn’t her first drink, Scully could tell.
“I’m Remy. I kind of hate this place… maybe that’s why I like it so much.”
“Mhm?” Scully said. The girl was pretty; long brown hair and big eyes.
“You don’t talk much, huh?” Remy tilted her head to one side and looked at Scully as if to determine a diagnosis. “I can tell we’re two of a kind. You don’t like chit-chat. You’re just here to get laid.”
“And so are you?”
“Yeah”, Remy nodded and looked deeply into her glass of beer.
***
Scully never saw Remy in daylight. They didn’t ‘date’. But sometimes, they exchanged words and a little warmth.
Scully knew why. They were both workaholics. They didn’t want anything solid - Scully because she felt that her life was too unpredictable to drag someone else into it - she never knew when Mulder was going to drag her along on something fatally weird - and Remy because she knew for a fact that she was dying. She was vulnerable, but put up a hard shell. Just like Mulder disappeared into obsessions; with him, there was always that quest.
Why is it, Scully thought, that the people I care about the most are the most impossible ones to be with?
.