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The X-Files 2.14 | "Die Hand Die Verletzt"

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As she'd stepped into the pizza parlour, Scully had taken in her surroundings, from the posters, to customers, to the cold looking pizza slices congealing behind the glass. Making her order, she couldn't deny the place seemed pretty normal, as did the staff. She wasn't sure they'd pass any health code checks, but they didn't look like the kind of people who would secretly drug Mulder with his order.

Forced to wait on one of the seats while her order was made, Scully took a little more time to study everything. Which was when she glimpsed the leaflet asking for delivery drivers.

"Excuse me, has this been filled?"

"Why? You looking for a job, lady?"

"No. I'm asking for someone else."

The kid behind the counter shrugged. "Driver was only here a week before he quit yesterday. Kevin is having to do them until we get someone, so if your someone is interested, tell them they can start yesterday."

"Thank you," Scully said, offering him a smile.

When she returned to the car with the stuffed pizza in hand, she thought she might have a theory as to what was going on.

"Glad to see you're still here," she greeted Mulder wryly, holding up the box in view of the window. "I have your drug-free pizza."

In Mulder's defence, he'd ordered food from far worse places. At least this establishment didn't look like it had rats! Or, many rats, anyway. And besides, the pizza hadn't tasted too bad. It hadn't been the worst he'd ever had, but he would be opposed to eating one again.

Or, he wouldn't be opposed to it assuming that it wasn't laced with anything or nefarious in any other way, that was. Although... Magic mushroom pizza? He didn't think that was the most terrible idea in the world.

"Good luck," Mulder told Scully, smirking as he did so as if his response was somehow an amusing joke. As she went to close to car door, he quickly reached out to stop her. "Oh! And get me a pepperoni? With a stuffed crust, I reckon."

Mulder then closed the car door himself and, much to Scully's luck, did actually remain where he was while she was gone. He switched the radio on, turned the volume up, and sat listening to the first good music he managed to find. While he sat there, hands tapping on the dashboard, he kept an eye on passing traffic as if he expected somebody to be skulking about out there, but, in a rather dull turn of events, Mulder saw no such thing. Nobody stopped, or lurked around the corner, or even went near the pizza place in general. How boring!

Oh well. At least Scully was going to return with food. It was at that point that Mulder checked his watch, wondering just how long his partner had been inside. If she was gone any longer, perhaps he needed to get out after all. A rescue might be required....

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"I'd probably pick it over this place myself, even with the threat of a 'killer scarecrow'," Scully joked drily, and then paused, giving a slight shrug. "Well, almost." As long as no Halloween season worthy killer burst out of the bathroom while she was sleeping, she would probably prefer the motel. Even with questionable hygiene.

"Well urban legends are usually recorded in local archives as part of the town history," she reasoned in reply, looking around her room for somewhere to sit and decided the most sanitary place was probably the end of the bed. "Sleepy Hollow actually keeps records of claims people make about seeing a headless horseman even though the cases didn't begin until after Washington Irving's novella was published."

Except this wasn't fictional was it? Something was in there, Scully just didn't know to explain it yet. But she knew it was dangerous.

"But, Mulder, if this thing goes back generations, if locals are aware of the stories, then why is the corn maze still advertised to tourists?" She asked, the implications of the question only just occurring to her. "Maybe we should look into land ownership records as well."

A sudden shudder passed through Mulder's body at the idea that there may be cockroaches behind the picture frames. It was true - one look around the motel room was enough to see that - but did Scully really have to point it out? She knew he hated bugs!

The brief thought that her words may be petty revenge did pass through Mulder's head. Scully had been less than thrilled when they'd investigated the case in that cockroach infested town. He called her seeming especially catty during the investigation, so perhaps this was simply her way of bringing her dislike of it back up.

Probably not, though. Scully was many things, but she wasn't spiteful. More likely, she was just having a little fun to try and make their horrible rooms a little more tolerable - just like he'd been doing when he'd suggested the owner may be spying on them through the walls.

Mulder followed Scully, sauntering into the room behind her. "It's a sorry state of affairs when a corn maze is the best option for a nap," he commented. "I guess even the unnatural likes to play farmhand sometimes."

The knowledge from the front desk was interesting. So, it had been around a long time, then?

"We definitely need to get to the library in the morning. Maybe they have some old newspapers or personal accounts that mention it. If her grandfather knew about it, who knows how far back it goes?"

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Scully quirked an eyebrow in silent surprise at the response, but she revealed nothing else of her thoughts. Instead she shifted her position, her blue eyes searching the other woman a moment, looking for any hint of what it might be, but all she saw was fear, the kind of wariness that was so common around the FBI.

"Well, I've seen some pretty unbelievable things in my life," she reasoned. "So why don't you try me?"

fuck fuck fuck. this was definitely something she didn't want to talk about due to all the trauma she endured, but truthfully, the only person she ever really told was her girlfriend and that was it. no one else. she tries to avoid the subject as much as she possibly could. ❝ if i told you, you wouldn't believe me. ❞ she exclaimed after a moment.

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"I don't know," Hilda reasoned in an attempt to be optimistic. "After the little instance with Gryla at that Winter Solstice, we had a nice little time for the rest of the season, didn't we? And you know what the mortals say, Zelds; these things are sent to try us."

@ladiesandwitches asked: “Well, this development is anything but ideal.” (from Hilda) 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"We truly cannot go a week without something going to pieces, can we," Zelda spoke with a heavy sigh. It never ends, she thought; if it isn't Sabrina, its Faustus or a demon or pagans. Zelda felt as if she had aged a century.

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I wanna write but my eyes keep watering from the insanely high pollen today. I don't even have hayfever. It's just the literal, physical pollen got on my contact lenses while I was out and now I'm feeling the consequences

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"No, we don't," Sabrina protested earnestly, although she couldn't really say if Lilith ever had. But that wasn't the point. "And even if we did, we wouldn't use it on each other because we've all each ruled Hell at least once so it's a moot point. We cancel each other out."

"Okay I do see your point, but you two really don't use that to win arguments though?"

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THE X-FILES 1.12 - "Fire"

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"Oh!" Hilda made no attempt to hide her surprise. "That's very unusual. But then again, I don't think 'usual' is your thing, is it?" she added with a smile. "I don't really watch the telly myself, but it does make for a good bit of background noise when I'm cooking or making a new potion." She paused, blue eyes looking at Wednesday hopefully. "Do I get to meet Homer then?"

"Homer is actually a female spider." Wednesday corsets the other witch. "But yes, she does like to roam and spin hence the name. That would make sense, though I have never watched that show. Pugsley and I don't really like to watch tv."

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Sabrina did her best not to grimace at her twin's partner. Or the lack of taste in choosing him.

"Because I was Queen of Hell once too," she said instead. "And so was Lilith."

"And why not? It works with Caliban."

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"Yes," Scully confirmed, cocking her head a little as she looked at the young woman. "How exactly is it that you're connected to InGen? We've seen documented history on everyone we've spoken to, but not you. Why is that?"

@ladiesandwitches. INDY & DANA.

❝ ---- you wanted to ask me something? ❞

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@hereforonce sent: After a long debate with himself, Charles eventually gave his sister a call. "Hey Dee, I know you're probably going to be busy yourself but could you do me a favor? I've got a job this weekend but it's also the one I'd have Miles over. Would you... We need a babysitter." And he wasn't willing to bother their Mom, knowing how stressful his son could be.

Dana had almost been out of her apartment when she heard her phone ring. There was a moment of debate as she looked from the landline to her door, knowing that if it was Mulder or work they likely would have called her cell. Knowing that if was her mom, she'd never forgive her ignoring her call, she'd picked it up. And been surprised.

"A babysitter?" She repeated. "Charlie, you know I'd love to have Miles anytime, but there's--" Scully stopped, as she often did, uncertain of what she should share about her work, especially when it was getting dangerous. "How much babysitting are we talking? The whole weekend? Or just one night?"

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"You realise you can't use that as a comeback every time right?" Sabrina countered, smiling through her words.

"Yeah yeah, and I'm Queen of Hell, literally."

Open Sabrina Morningstar starter

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"Homer," Hilda repeated, musing on the name in approval. "That's quite a fancy name for a spider; might inspire him to go on a bit of an odyssey," she joked. "I don't really name any of mine; they sort of name themselves really. Some are very dramatic, and then there's one called Bob. Personally, I think he chose that because he's a bit of a builder."

"I have spider named Homer."

@ladiesandwitches because Hilda and Wednesday bonding over spiders

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"Well you don't look like the devil to me," Scully assured them with a warm smile.

"Yeah, no little horns, no forked tongue, no pitchfork," Mulder agreed. "I mean if you were the devil, I think I'd be feeling disappointed right about now."

"Jesus doesn't punish bad people, and I don't think children can really be bad, not in the way that means God would punish them" Scully added. "But we'll speak to Cordelia about being a little better behaved. And not to steal dolls."

At the mention of keeping secrets, she and Mulder shared a look, silently sharing memories of their own secrets.

"I think you can trust us," Mulder reassured them.

"What is it you want to show us?" Scully asked.

"She does," Tannis nodded, glad Mulder at least seemed to understand. "And the nuns never punish her. They say it's because we're the devil."

"More like they are," Mica muttered. He nodded at Scully. "She always lectures us about being more Christ like."

"I told her Jesus would punish Cordelia beause she was being bad too."

The twins paused as Mulder looked at them. "If we show you, you must promise never to tell anyone," Mica said.

"Mummy said we had to keep it a secret," Tannis added. "Can you keep a secret?"

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"That's where you ordered your pizza?" Scully asked, nose scrunching in distaste. She didn't expect a takeout that you could order 24/7 for a pizza that was probably offending all of Italy to be five stars, but this was grim even by FBI takeout standards. "I'm surprised you didn't get food poisoning."

Then again, maybe he had. There were any number of bacteria that could affect the mental state, some rarer strains even mimicking certain signs of psychosis or dementia. Maybe that was all this would be; a case of bad hygiene and the only people she would have to call in were the health department.

Actually she might phone the health department anyway.

"Wish me luck," she said drily as she got out of the vehicle, silently praying Mulder was going to do as he promised and stay in the car. She didn't want to come back in thirty minutes to find he'd gone AWOL

"Yeah, okay. I'll wait."

Though Mulder rolled his eyes, he had no plan to ignore the instruction he'd been given. After all, waiting had been his idea, had it not? There was no need to be suspicious of Scully's motives...

Or was there?

Maybe she was a little too willing to go along with the idea... Hm. He would have to think on it while Scully was ordering. While Mulder didn't want to think it was all a trap, this wouldn't be the first time somebody close to him had lied to him, nor the first time he'd been betrayed. What would be her motives, though? Who would she be working for?

"It's pretty close," Mycroft said, looking out the car window. He was starting to recognise where he was and- Ah!

"Turn down this road here," Mulder instructed. "It's the one at the end of the street. The one with the dodgy clip art Italian guy in the window, next to laundrettes that clearly a money laundering front."

You know what, maybe Scully wasn't up to no good after all. This pizza place was clearly skeevy. What had he been thinking ordering from it in the first place?

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@potensreginae sent: “Do you believe in ghosts?” Relta asked Scully, wanting doctor to doctor chat about the concept.

Scully opened her mouth to answer, and then closed it again as she thought on the nuance of the question.

"I believe that people believe in ghosts, and that they see something when they claim they came across one. I don't think they're lying," she said. "But the mind is capable of tricking us, there are known phenomena that cause us to see things that aren't there, or to imagine an unnatural presence in a liminal space. It's the same reason we're unsettled by an empty superstore or a quiet airport. I think ghosts are probably a combination of our own brain's perceiving space to be something it isn't paired with our own grief and our primal fear of the unknown, of what comes after death."