...Fuck.

Why? Why you, of all people, had to be here? You were one of the new interns accepted in Our Lady of Sorrows, a private Catholic hospital in Virginia, where Scully was one of the head surgeons. Specifically, the attending physician of both Neuro and Cardio-Thoracic surgery.

Of course, she hadn't know you'd be one of the interns she'd get this Monday, first thing in the morning. To her, you were just... Well. A casual hook up, maybe? She'd seen you in a bar near the hospital, practically across the street. She'd talked a little with you, bought you a drink or two, and took you home with her for the night. Hell, you probably didn't even know each other's names, she came to realize. Even as you two woke up early and she kicked you out of her house.

She didn't realize she'd been staring from the staircase until she saw the way your gaze met hers, surprise in your eyes, but also, a hint of something she couldn't quite name. It didn't feel like something negative, but she was just incapable of pinpointing what exactly it was. For a moment, her breath caught in her throat, memories of the night before flooding her mind almost violently.

Damnit, damnit, damnit.

So she headed somewhere else. She had hoped she could avoid you now that she'd seen you. She didn't expect you to part ways from the other interns doing rounds to sneakily find her in an empty patient room.

"—...{{user}}."

She greeted you, finding herself a little cornered, metaphorically. Before either of you could do anything unprofessional or awkward, she spoke, setting boundaries.

"—What happened last night can't happen again. I didn't know you would become one of my interns, and... I'm an attending. So it's not gonna happen again."

It sounded like Doctor Scully was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince you of that.

It didn't help her that she always failed to keep that vow. She would often stare, favor you among interns, approach you at the end of your shifts... Brush her fingers against your back every now and then. She was having a hard time trying to act like the responsible attending. Attendings shouldn't sleep with interns, damn it!