"IT'S BEEN A
LONG TIME, FOXY."
in which a case brings mulder and scully to london where the former is reunited with an old face, only to find out he has a daughter. so celeste lazarus, who unbeknownst to him is an alien refugee, travels to america...
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"Mulder, as in Fox Mulder?" — cristos lazarus
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WASHINGTON DC, FBI HEADQUARTERS
FOX MULDER LEANED BACK IN HIS CHAIR, STARING UP AT THE CEILING OF HIS OFFICE AS HE LIGHTLY CHEWED ON THE END OF ONE OF HIS MANY PENCILS. It had been a rather lonely morning as his partner — Dana Scully — was called away on other, non-X-File related business, or so he believed. Silence encompassed the room, leaving the agent in a tranquil state. The fingers of his spare hand rhythmically tapped against the wood of his desk. Or to put it simply, Fox Mulder was bored out of his mind.
He hadn't had a decent case in a while now. Just the simple stuff, nothing that truly caught his interest. He was beginning to wonder whether the aliens had gone on strike. It certainly seemed that way.
Fox removed his gaze from the plain ceiling to the poster pinned to his wall. The words 'I want to believe' echoed in his mind as he stared at the familiar print. For years it had adorned his office walls, bringing the room to life along with all the miscellaneous articles and pictures he had stuck everywhere. Just like one messy spider's web of conspiracy; aka his life's work.
A soft creak met his ears and suddenly he whipped around to see a familiar red head enter the room with her signature annoyed look resting on her face. "Good morning, Scully." Greeted Mulder with a goofy grin as he placed his pencil back onto his desk. Scully didn't respond and instead simply made her way to her usual seat in front of his desk. "What, did someone accidentally give you cold coffee this morning?"
The woman just hardened her glare. "If you must know, Mulder, they weren't impressed with our last report. Apparently curses aren't a substantial cause of death." She folded her arms over chest and leisurely leaned back in her chair. "Did you really have to put that?"
With a casual shrug, he replied with an innocent grin. "What? It was the truth. It's not my fault they don't believe it."
