@midncghtrcin for Samantha
Scully thought she might be staring. But it was a little difficult to take in seeing someone standing before you that had, basically, been nothing more than hypotheticals, that she'd only really learned about through stories and conspiracy theories.
"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I just, after working with Mulder for so long, hearing what he believed happened to you, trying to find you, he, uh--" Scully paused, biting her lip, a little embarrassed by the only phrasing she could think of. "It almost made you something of an urban legend. That as much I might hear about you, see your photos, that we might...never actually meet."
And yet, here she was, returned-- from wherever it was that she was taken, and by whom-- stood in front of her. Even though she knew it wasn't true, it felt almost like her mere presence meant the X Files were over, that every case would be somehow automatically closed.
"Were you, uh, were you looking for Mulder?" she asked, not entirely sure what other reason Samantha would have for coming here, to their office. "He's with the assistant director right now. I mean, it could be a while." His telling offs usually were.