"Scully, in your professional opinion, do you think a flesh eating virus could mutate so much that it could cause a zombie apocalypse?"

The Supreme pressed her lips together and thought to herself for a moment, yes many have heard about her, after all she was the supreme of her coven.

Yet, good things? Cordelia wasn't evil by any means but she wondered who was saying such good things about her. A small smile then formed on her lips as she picked up her cup of tea. "Is that so?" She asked then placed the cup down onto the table. "And who has been saying such things about me?" Cordelia asked softly. "I have heard many things about you as well. Though none of them were about your beauty. It's a shame that was left out."

Dionysia had been in this universe for some time now. Every now and then, she left her own. As an immortal being, sometimes she needed to simply allow the current population of humans to die and new ones to be born in her absence, so that when she returned, no one knew who she was. Though there were always memory spells if someone recognized her. Plus, she had been bored and wanted to see what else was out there.

Apparently what was out there was other witches. In her own, almost all witches had been wiped out by hunters, witch trials, everything. But not in this timeline. Here, witches were thriving, and had a multitude of numbers. Of course Dionysia wanted to find out everything she could. Especially about their leader.

"Some witches of yours I've met." she murmured. Dionysia could tell a witch from a human by smell. Whenever she had met someone in the recent weeks that smelled like a witch, she insisted upon talking to them. "They've said how lovely you are. How strong. How fantastic of a leader. Or, as I've heard it called, a Supreme? Is that the word? I don't have a coven, so I'm still learning these things."

The night was quiet, even as they left the building, and there was something peaceful in the air. If she didn't know better, she'd say it was as if the world itself knew that it was Christmas Eve, that everything in the world should be still and calm, if only for a little while.

Shivering a little at the winter breeze that rushed around them, she turned to look at her partner, seeing him framed by the street decorations of red sash and faux foliage. Her eyes caught sight of a particular tradition hanging directly above them, placed with almost devious precision in the doorway. As she looked up at the mistletoe, she saw Mulder's eyes follow the direction and catch sight of it too.

"I imagine there's more than enough people who've been made to regret going through that door together tonight," she joked, thinking back to former co-workers who had been less than appealing. No doubt other women had the misfortune of their festive company right now. "Well, I was always told it's bad luck to break tradition," she said before reaching up onto her tiptoes and placing a light kiss on Mulder's lips, her hand gently cupping his face.

"Merry Christmas, Mulder," she whispered softly.

"Yeah, you," Scully confirmed, looking at him quizzically, a smile starting to pull at the corner of her own mouth. "Is there something about my report that's amusing you?" Admittedly, her lengthy reading of her view on the case had been a little convoluted, and it was hard to find anything logical, any real sense, in this phenomena at all, but she had tried her best to make some sort of scientific theory.

"What something? The part where I mention the hallucinations of dancing elephants, or where I refer to the man who started swatting an umbrella at you as though it were a sword?" Okay, so this case hadn't been normal even by X Files standards, and short of declaring the entire town insane, Scully didn't have much of a theory.

Giving into the absurdity, she laughed a little along with her partner, nudging him playfully when he put on a clownishly serious persona. "Mulder," she protested through her laughter, "come on, stop it. We have to sign off on something, and I don't think Skinner's going to accept lunacy as an explanation. Or," she added, remembering one particular 'witness' account. "maybe we should just blame it on the invisible circus animals."

"Perhaps I'm not, but I'm not the one who decided to march in solo, metaphorical guns blazing, into a scene you weren't prepared for," Stella countered calmly, her expression knowing as she looked at him.

"I understand a need to prove yourself," she continued. "To justify your decisions with results; I've been in that situation myself, though my cases have rarely, if ever, been as...unpredictable or as strange as yours." She doubted anyone's had. "And while being a man might spare you some of the reprimands if your methods are as unorthodox as your cases...it won't spare you from getting hurt, or damaging your chance at evidence, if you rush in without thought."

As she spoke she picked up the folder of information she'd perused and handed it back to him.

"If you really do want proof, I suggest taking things more methodically. If you steady your pace, lay out a plan, you're much less likely to leave a stone unturned."

Oh, this was so tragic wasn't it, the immortal didn't care about souls, he would have felt pity if he was more capable of it. “Such a shame Mr Alexander. Such a shame! What do you care about? If you don't mind me asking, you could always lie you know. Would make things a little more interesting, don't mind my curiosity too much my dear, it will get me killed one day or it won't. Yet wouldn't everything be utterly dull if no one asked these questions? I do wonder though, can you taste someone's soul? Imagine having to taste all of that” he said with distaste clear in his voice, although he wasn't completely opposed to the idea, he wasn't keen on having to taste the same thing over and over again, to him most people and even other beings were the same.

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"Only if you accept that I have outgrown it too, Dee. So tell me, what happened?"