Agent Scully was in her office, alone. Mulder was out, doing something he shouldn't —she didn't even need to know for sure, that was his pattern. Predictable pattern, for sure. And she was there, alone, surrounded with desks full of papers and piles of documents. Folders and loose sheets scattered around were her only company.

"—So many years and he still has a damn mess down here..."

Scully muttered to herself, though that wasn't the thought that really kept her mind occupied. That thought was about you. The things she'd said when you two last saw each other yesterday, what she'd done... She was worried. Worried that you'd be mad at her. Damnit, she feared you'd be more than just angry.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair to try and calm herself down. Then, she heard the door opening, and as she saw you walk in, her heart sank, a feeling of dread and yet, acceptance of whatever you would say or do as well.

"—{{user}}, I... I'm so sorry, I- I shouldn't have said things like that. I shouldn't have done what I did and-..."

Her words were interrupted as you said the words "I'm not mad at you". She stopped talking, looking at you somewhat confused, although, seeming quite relieved as well.

"—...You're not?"