as the last of the bugs

But he knew that was all ridiculous to wish for. He had only recently started sleeping in his bed instead of his couch... and that was only because the guy he had body swapped with decided to clear out all the boxes he had piled up in his bedroom. Not because he was suddenly marriage material and a good romantic partner for Scully.

When his phone rang, Mulder turned down the volume on his TV before getting up from his couch to answer it. He knew it would be Scully since she was the only person to ever call him this late. He didn't exactly have a long line of suitors keeping his line busy these days. Not since Scully and him had gotten closer. He hardly even noticed most days that it had been months, almost a year even, since his last date. "Aw, Scully... were you so distracted by domestic bliss that you forgot to write that in yours notes?" He couldn't help but chuckle, always proud of himself when he got the opportunity to tease his partner.

"Are tulpas created to make sure no one puts a flamingo in their lawn?" The community still found itself ranked highly despite all the strange occurrences, and even though she grew up on bases where the neighborhoods all looked the same, that place still felt off. Being undercover always brought mixed emotions, living a life that wasn't yours. "I'm shocked you lasted so long with all those rules."

Avery refused to give up more than she’d already been made to. Her hand forced into worlds, situations that were made for the big screen, and they lived through them. She never meant for this to be her starring role. At least having Wynonna made things easier. If this were truly the hand she’d been dealt, Avery would do everything to win it. Was there even a way out? Was there any winning?

"But they also make me run on my toes, so I'm like way more agile." That wasn't entirely true, but Avery wouldn't be convinced otherwise. She'd been designed to be beautiful, not survive murderous monsters, though the blonde lived to prove both could exist. "Exactly, we don't have a say in anything. At least I get to pick a cute pair of shoes, and these are wedges anyway," she argued one last time before dropping into a sigh. "Because they want to give us as few resources as possible, like why should we have a good night's sleep, because screw us, right?" The girl concluded with a small hmph, her arms folding.

'How about we scope that out and see if we can get out of sleeping on a hard floor tonight?" Tilting her head, she took careful steps to the door, keeping in mind every trap that had caused her demise in earlier attempts at whatever the hell this was. It aggravated her to no end to be so unable to keep herself and Avery safe.

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On the outside, she appeared calm and collected, but as they spent more time together, it was clear, though, that Milo had her unraveling. Biting her lip, Wynonna looked at the other, cursing the color that spread into her cheeks at the image of them settled on the back of a bike, arms wrapped around their waist, no space left between them. With her breath hitched in her throat, she finally nodded. "Yeah, I'd uh really like that, but I have to admit I've never done this before. Do you need to get on first?"

it's weeks spent healing, and, limbs taped back together, ribs set back into place, the gash that had cut itself across her skull left looking less aggressive now. the bruises having faded into something yellow, purple, RAINBOW BRIGHT. wesker had demanded the g-virus the moment she'd been settled down, as if the ride he'd provided hadn't been second rate to begin with. but she was alive. and fuck if that didn't feel good the morning she woke up, her bank account having been leveled up by a healthy 7 figures.

this was what it was all about, right? only it doesn't feel as good as she thinks it will, and there are things that she'd seen that stick to the soul. it's better to pretend as if you DON'T have one, of course, but... alas. what can you do? box that up, into another box, and shove that away for now. there's a time, a place, and in the moments she was ready to face the unburdening of her soul, perhaps she'd revisit the topic then. but for now? she's been keeping busy. albert has been keeping busy since she'd returned, and there was still, yet, so much to do for this mysterious organization of his. at least the matter of doubtfulness towards her had faded, since she'd come through in the end.

now. to the PRESENT.

the US government covers it up. of course they do. nobody talks about zombies, or what happened to the city that's NUKED off the face of the earth, and the narrative that they want settles into the crevices of the public. she settles into a space far outside the perimeter of the city ; her assignment here, simply a matter of circumstance, outside beneath the shade as her fingers skimmed through the recon files that she'd been handed as to her next assignment, when a familiar voice cuts right through. a tilt of her head - oh. the girl. the one from the sewers, the one connected to a member of S.T.A.R.S., she believes. "... claire." her name landed on with a sense of finality. a brow raised ; a smirk, settling. "if you want to touch, i usually ask for dinner first."

It was always thrilling to be in Ada's presence; the mix of confidence and cockiness kept the S.T.A.R.S. agent on her toes. The feeling was similar to being on a rollercoaster right before the drop, and Claire welcomed anything that went against the fear and anxiety she normally felt. "I want to ask what you are doing, but I'm sure you'll just tell me it's top-secret." If anyone knew where Chris was, it was probably the woman before her, and yet she couldn't ask the question. What if she confirmed her worst fears? That despite all this hard work, she wouldn't get her brother back.

Instead, she took a seat on the nearest chair, the metal hot against her thighs as she settled. "I haven't seen you since Raccoon City, that feels like a lifetime ago."