Fox Mulder | Not a Green Man (basementman) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-01-13 00:03:00 |
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The past month and a half had been one of the more interesting of Fox Mulder's life. Since he was a young boy he had believed that there was extraterrestrial life in their galaxy, or others, and since coming here he'd been proven correct over and over again. Despite all of this, and the sort of giddy excitement that had come with that realization, he found himself now feeling oddly let down by everything that had happened. The part of him that could engage in psychological profiles was telling himself that this wasn't unexpected outcome, but even the knowledge of that didn't mean that a drink and dinner alone didn't sound appealing. So he found himself at Sam's Bar & Grill perusing a menu and trying to decide which of the items on it he might want to order. It was taking him longer than it might have at another time, and part of that was the fact that he was thinking through everything that had happened to him. There was a part of him that didn't trust S.H.I.E.L.D. and never would. Mulder was certain that there were government organizations that operated outside the regular regulations and purview of the U.S. government, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was simply proof of that - even if they were proof of that in an alternate dimension. And if it wasn't an alternate dimension, then it was a trick that was pulled from the top. As best he could tell everything about him had disappeared from the F.B.I., or any government organization. He'd tried every trick he could come up with to get someone to recognize his badge number, but nothing had been uncovered. The television fictional angle was something he wasn't certain how they could have falsified it and so it had him stuck. An alternate reality was an X-File he hadn't run into before, but that didn't mean that it wasn't an X-File and as Fox stared at the menu in front of him he realized that he should stop dancing about getting to know people from other world's and planets and start trying to come up with answers. It was what he and Scully were best at, after all, and if they could do it in their own reality surely they could do it here - even without the F.B.I.'s resources. He finally ordered a burger and fries - a seemingly simple and cliché meal for the time it had taken him to make that decision - and realized that he ought to sit down with Scully and have a conversation about this. She'd been working on their gun permits, and - as usual - had everything in order. He might have to convince her to look into it, but he thought it was likely he could convince her to do so. It might just take a bit of arm wrestling. Nothing particularly new there... |