Based upon this post by @enigmaticxbee. I read it and my brain started rolling. Hope you donāt mind :) Click the title for the ao3 link.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface
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Metamorphosis
She catches a glance at herself in the mirror and for a moment, she doesnāt recognise who stares back at her. She knows itās herself, there an unmistaken sense of familiarity in the reflection, a likeliness that never really changes even if there are other, more prominent changes.
This person isnāt who Dana expected to see. In many ways, she still expected to see the starry-eyed, green field agent with her poofy hair and oversized clothing but who stares back at her is very much the opposite of that.
Like a caterpillar, she metamorphosed, went through a transformation, but she turned into no butterfly. She turned into something much darker, her clothes darker, her hair darker. Once bright and colourful brought too many onlookers, too many people noticing her. Now shadows are her camouflage, the darkness hides her trauma. If she canāt be seen, they canāt choose her. She can be safe.
As the elevator dings for the 5th floor, and the crowd of grey people filter out in chunks, Scully is left, a person she doesnāt know anymore stands in the mirror, her only companion as the elevator descends.













