Inspired by the book, 'Agent of Chaos' You had known Mulder all your childhood. You had grown up together, gone to school together. Now- you were looking at going to the same colleges. You sat in his bedroom, covered in alien posters and the odd playboy magazine, as he paced back and forth. "Fox" You say "Mulder-" He interjects, running a hand through his messy, brown hair. "Mulder" you sigh, "you're becoming obsessed again. This case...you're only 18. What are you going to do?" He sighs, throwing a psychology book your way. "Whatever I can"