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A post-ep for Orison. Hurt/Comfort. 2032 words. Ao3 . Tagging @today-in-fic 

*tw panic attack*

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The soft thud of her duffle bag hitting the floor marks their arrival at her apartment. It’s been a little over a week since Donnie Pfaster tore through the space. In the days since, he had made sure to get everything squared away and proper, knowing that she would want to return sooner rather than later. Debris had been removed, floors cleaned, furniture moved back into place.

Even with all evidence gone, Mulder had his worries about her return to her home. He’d sometimes wondered how and if she ever really felt safe here, a space that had been violated time and time again by abductors and murderers and death, and that was before this last attack had happened. His own home had seen its fair share of horrors, but the ghosts that hung around his residence were nowhere near as personal as the ghosts that hung around Scully’s apartment.