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Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Reviews: 92 - Published: 06-08-16 - Updated: 12-27-16 id:11988179
Mr Spooky and Ms Starbuck
Woodrow Wilson High School
The air was thick with anticipation and she was excited because this was going to be a good year; she could just feel it already.
She had her class lists memorised ever since they had been given to her by Vice Principal Skinner and she has her lesson plans in a neat orderly stack for the week. Dana Scully was always the kind of person who preferred order in her life where possible and her first day as a Science teacher in Washington High was certainly no exception.
The crisp autumn air was still a twinge warm as she gets out of her car, gathers her few teaching essentials and heads toward the doors of the large ash coloured building that is Washington's largest public high school.
She arrived early and the hallways were pretty much empty as she made her way through the building and down the stairs toward the science labs.
Washington High is about average size for a public American high school; the classrooms are large and the corridors are long and winding, each room assigned to a different teacher with a different subject.
Scully's classroom was quite a bit away from the rest and the corridor was, for now, nearly silent.
She unlocked her door and walked inside, immediately hit by the smell of paper and disinfectants, barely masking the telltale smells of the chemicals and Bunsen burners.
The sight and smell of the high school laboratory brought her back to when she first realized her love of the subject. Even then she appreciated how science organised one's curiosity and hunger for rational answers. Even then she had believed that science helps people to understand more so they can fear less.
Just then Scully heard a crashing of books and a jumble of choice curse words from the class room adjacent to hers. It appeared that she wasn't the only teacher to turn up ridiculously early that morning.
She made her way toward the other classroom, the door covered in a poster of the human brain (a diagram about which thoughts emit from where) and for some random reason, blurry UFO knocked even though the door was already half opened.
A deep voice called out from the inside, the same she had heard cursing earlier. "Nobody in here but Washington High's most unwanted."
Scully wasn't sure from this side of the door whether the guy was joking or not but enters anyway.
The man looked up from the mess that had become of his desk. The papers he had dropped a jumble on the floor, covered in ink from the photocopier.
On his desk was a large pile of sunflower seeds out of the packet and in the corner, a TV was on mute, displaying some documentary about insect swarms.
She could tell even from him sitting down that he was very tall. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, wore a cream shirt and a ridiculous tie (patterned with aliens) probably worn more for the amusement of his students than for anything else.
All in all was easy on the eyes for certain but she didn't do co-workers or colleagues. It was just too messy, complicated and painful, something she had learned the hard way.
His classroom was only slightly smaller than hers, and in its current state of disarray, it seemed even smaller. One wall was covered in what seemed to be a notice board, and over his desk hung a large poster with the slogan 'I want to believe' written in block letters across the bottom.
"Hi, I'm Dana Scully. I work across the hall from you.", she said formally, offering her hand for him to shake.
He grinned slightly and shook her hand. "So you must be the new science teacher."
She nodded. "That's right. What do you teach..." she asked, trailing off as she didn't know his name.
"Mulder. Fox Mulder. I teach Psychology. Been here for the last two years," he said before changing the subject back to her."So what made you want to teach science, Scully?"
"Well", she said thoughtfully,considering his question. "I've always been interested in the hard sciences ever since early high school. I guess it was just natural to become a teacher."
"I've never been one for those branches of science. I have a slightly different outlook on world around us, you might say," Mulder said with a grin, knowing it wouldn't take long for her to pick up what he's insinuating.
"Are you religious or something?" she asked as she herself had a strict catholic upbringing thanks to her mother who had rounded up the Scully children every Sunday and marched them to their local catholic church.
Mulder chuckled, thinking of his own faith. He pretty much believed in everything but a higher power but If the crucifix around her neck was anything to go by, she did believe in a higher power in spite of her scientific background.
"Not quite. I much prefer to turn to the fantastic as plausibility.", he replied with a smirk.
Scully looked at him slightly confused before the poster on the wall finally made sense. Even though she didn't really want to start a debate with a colleague on the first day, something about him made her lose the etiquette she usually had in these situations.
Well, to be honest, I find it hard to believe that any answers exist outside the realm of science. The truth is there. You just have to know where to look, Fox.
Mulder shook his head at the name that was more of an infliction given to him to by his parents than anything else. It had been a real pain when he was younger but in his teenage years, he insisted on being called by his last name, and it had been the same way ever since.
"Even my parents call me Mulder,"
He gestured towards the poster on his wall, returning to the subject at hand. "Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?"
She frowned, deciding that he was being perfectly serious now.
"There's no hard evidence that there is extraterrestrial life and, personally, I see it as impossible."
He looked at her in disbelief. "Scully, I know you're a scientist but plenty of people in your line of thinking believe that it's possible. There have been hundreds of documented cases where people say they've been abducted and god knows what the government is hiding down in Area 51. The universe is so vast, Scully. Surely there has to be some intelligent life out there apart from ourselves."
"Exactly Mulder, the universe is huge. Therefore if these aliens had the technology to travel to Earth why would they just use it to abduct unsuspecting humans for testing rather than take over the whole damn planet? If they are a civilization so advanced that they can build spacecrafts of that standard, what can they possibly learn from us?. And as for Area 51, it's supposed to be just a military base. They're probably just testing new stealth planes or something. If the government wants to keep their projects under wraps from the public, they have a right to do that."
Mulder smiled despite himself. Could a person be more skeptical? Either way, he had already decided that he liked her. A simple conversation between them had turned into an educated battle of wits. He liked how she challenged him. She kept him on his toes.
They both fell silent. He stared at her and she stared back, both silently challenging the other to speak first.
The room seemed to be surging with energy from their interaction. Their eyes never left each other's. The natural electricty between them crackling and sparkling.
It was then that they realised the hustle and bustle of the school day was commencing. Their conversation must have gone on much longer than it felt.
At the sound, they tore their eyes from the other's to face the door. Scully stepped away to head back towards her classroom as she still had a lot to organise before her first class of the day.
"I better go, Mulder."
"I'll see you around, Scully."
He chuckled as he settled back into sorting his test papers, smiling slightly. This was definitely going to be an interesting working relationship.
She rolled her eyes before taking one last glance at her colleague and heading for the door.
'He seems like a good guy,' she thought. 'A little strange, a little eccentric, but good.'
She wouldn't admit it to herself then but she liked him; she liked the electricity of their conversations. She liked the side of herself that talking and arguing with him brought out. They were total opposites.
And she liked it.
I have fire in my fingers and I want to believe in this,
In me, in you and the way your eyes burn when they look at me
And remember why the world spins and the atoms collide
Because of Fate.
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