fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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"No, of course not," Scully said patiently. "That's science fiction."

~~As the mun facepalms.~~

"Life itself is still the biggest mystery ever."

"You have any interest in cloning?" Tim asked.

Given the hybrid clones and psychotic clones she'd encountered?

"Ew."

Wait, where did that come from?

"I mean, I don't think that's a viable area of research at this time. Not to mention highly unethical and likely to backfire."

She had a point, but Tim still felt vaguely offended on Kon's behalf. "The theory is interesting," he said neutrally.

"Oh, in theory. In theory it could provide the basis for huge medical break-throughs, as well as preserve endangered species," Scully said, sounding mildly perturbed. "It's the applications for human cloning and the fact that too many people don't see the unique individuality in each person that makes it problematic at best, and a minefield of painful emotional developments at worst."

She paused. Oh, God, she missed Mulder. This was the point at which he'd mock her for her enthusiasm or chime in with a rebuttal.

"..or so I have reason to believe."

Pushed some buttons there. Interesting. "Point taken," Tim said, raising his hands in surrender.

Scully shot him an embarrassed look. "I apologize. I have strong feelings on the subject." She blew out a breath. "I tend to go into too much detail."

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