Scully sits on the park bench with a black coffee,she wears dark sunglasses enjoying the privacy she worked for to gain her auburn hair now lengthened with time is lightly crimped and flowing loosely down her back.
She searches for her knew once she had become an fbi agent and sold her freedom it would own she never expected to meet Mulder and in someone completely defying the ideals and rukes she lived by she met her saviour.
A rogue within the institution raging against the authories like a wild animal,and like a wild animal is misunderstood the fbi ostracised Mulder.
And now she had become completely immersed in his his own accord he folllowed the paranormal without 'official' help.
He had roped her into had strictly told him however her days of chasing that light down an ever darkening tunnel were over.
She spotted her target and began to move but didnt get very far when a young boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and decided his path should collide with hers.
'oh god I'm sorry are you ok honey?' A natural reflex for her visiting her niece often.
Scully knelt down to study him when serious marroon eyes met came next shocked her even after being first witness to a levitating man once.
'I'm sure it was my fault miss mother is always lecturing me on how clumsy I am,I wasnt watching where I was going I'm terribly sorry'
Scully just stood gobsmacked.
'Oh no what a waste,I wish I could replace your coffee'
Scully was too stunned to notice her coffee now making a pattern on the simply couldnt grasp the fact that this young boy maybe seven or eight she guessed had adressed her with such a mature grace and manners.
This kid had some seriously strict parents she thought to herself or he was the new donny osmond,god she hoped it was the former.
Curious she questioned him,'well you know what if I knew your name I could thank you properly for saving me from myself,coffee is the devils drink my gran used to say'
He smiled in a way too familiar to Scully but her mind closed to the suggestion.
'My name is Liam'
'Excuse me oh sorry mam has this young boy upset you,I'm terribly sorry but he does tend to trip over his own feet'
Her accent was maybe southern possibly georgia by her dialect and the way she adressed Scully as 'mam'.
To Scully it seemed almost as if the woman was scared of her son or extremely aware of his presence and it made her edgy.
'oh my goodness just look at the mess you've made,I'm sorry mam but was that your coffee'
Completely fixated on the boy Scully only half heard the woman.
'oh no honestly it was my fault,you should know you have a fine boy there with extremely good manners,he tried to help me salvage the coffee as best he could but I'm afraid the laws of physics were against us'
She giggled at her joke although it was lost on the other woman who just stood politely and always covered for Scully's dry sense of humour saying she was a smarty pants and her jokes were just more made her feel as if she were a trophic level above the human race.
However the boy understood the joke and chuckled a laugh all too familiar to winked discreetly at the had just saved him from punishment.
'well I'm glad to have met you mam even in such circumstances as these'
'please call me Scully,and thank you Liam'
His mother hurried him away as Scully heard 'I told you not to speak to strangers in the park'
Strict parents it is had always put his trust in Scullys abilities to perceive people,he joked she could have been an empathic pscychic in another interrogating suspects many years before she only had to stare them down and they broke.
But right now she had to face her partner and tell him she had lost their lead in the telekinetic murders.
Would she be buried in a coffin or a spaceship she queried to herself?And with the dreaded apocalypse day impending would that be sooner rather than later?