#sean pendrell

Sean doubted Agent Scully saw him as anything more than the scientist who ran the tests she requested, but she made him feel seen. With her, he wasn’t an oddball kid who memorized the periodic table during his summer break. When she came to see him, he felt like he’d found a peer, an ally in the field that he loved. 

Today, it had been Agent Mulder who’d brought samples to the lab, but Sean knew, often to his chagrin, that he and Agent Scully were never far apart. And she was usually the one who came to pick up the reports. 

As he worked, Sean imagined himself asking Agent Scully to dinner. It would be casual, something that came up organically as they discussed his findings. It didn’t need to be fancy, maybe just the bar down the street, but she would agree with a smile. 

His heart raced, imagining the way he would ask her, how his voice would be confident and she would look relieved that he finally asked. He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he almost missed the small seed in the sample he’d been given. He’d logged asbestos, pollen, soil, and other unremarkable substances, but this one jumped out at him. 

His heart began to race for an entirely different reason. The thrill of the chase. 

“What are you?” he mumbled under his breath as he placed the pointed seed on a slide. One look and he knew he’d found it. What it was, he wasn’t sure, but he knew it was what his favorite agents were looking for. 

***

Two hours of evaluations, tests, computer searches, and finally a phone call to a botanist at UVN, and he was ready to give his findings to Agent Scully. He’d called their office when he’d completed his research, as was his typical course of action, and then he waited. He tried to focus on the bullet fragments lodged in tree bark that had been brought in earlier in the day, but he was only going through the motions. 

12-gauge shotgun. Buck shot. Quercus velutina, common in forests across Virginia. No sign of blood. Probably a hunter. 

He waited, looking to the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her hair. He was grateful that everyone else in the lab was buried in their work so they wouldn’t notice. 

Just when he thought maybe he wouldn’t hear from them until the next day, Agent Mulder called to say he was on his way. Sean jumped from his chair, moving to the door so he would have a clear view down the hall to the elevators. If anyone asked, he would just tell them he needed to stretch his back out after being hunched over for too long. 

As it turned out, no one asked, not even Agent Mulder, who walked towards him not five minutes later. 

“Agent Pendrell,” he said. “Thanks for turning this materials analysis around on such short notice.”

Agent Mulder patted his shoulder as he walked through the door into the lab. He was alone, no partner in sight. 

“Shouldn’t we wait for Agent Scully?” Sean asked, hoping he sounded cool and nonchalant. “Just so I won’t have to repeat myself.”

“She’s not coming.”

Sean froze in his spot. “Why not?”

“She had a date.” 

Deflated. He was absolutely deflated and he didn’t care if Agent Mulder knew it. He lumbered forward into the room, the weight of the blow pushing him down. 

“Breathe, Agent Pendrell. It’s with a dead man,” the other agent said, his hand finding Sean’s shoulders in comfort. “She’s doing an autopsy.”

Sean huffed a laugh, momentarily embarrassed until Agent Mulder got them back on track. “You said you found something?”

He had found something, and even though it wasn’t Agent Scully who’d come to get his findings, he was proud of his work. 

And who knew. Maybe next time, it would be Agent Scully who came to the lab. And maybe next time would be the time he asked her out on that date. 

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