prompt + the x files!klaroline au that nobody asked for: conspiracy theorist klaus and realist caroline as fbi agents forced to work together and investigate unusual cases the us government would rather deny. (i don't know if you've watched txf but this needs to be written.)
It has been eleventy billion years since I’ve watched The X-Files so hopefully this suffices!
Caroline waited for a beat, mouth open and blinking, certain that Klaus had to be messing with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone out of his way to wind her up. Their partnership has been… bumpy, especially in those first few weeks when they’d been feeling each other out. He’d been close lipped and reluctant to trust her, she’d taken his long silences and clipped answers to her questions as proof that he was yet another condescending asshat who underestimated her. She’d thought things had been going pretty smoothly lately, that they’d built up a certain amount of respect, developed a camaraderie. Maybe she’d been wrong. Because seriously. Aliens? That was his explanation?
He seems perfectly unruffled, however. Calmly sipping his drink, the pencil he’d been sketching on a bar napkin with tapping out an even rhythm as he waited for her to gather her thoughts.
Caroline did the only thing she thought appropriate. Her laugh is practically a cackle, her head falls back and she sways on her stool. It ends abruptly, with a cough, when the wine she’d been nursing went down completely wrong. There’s a waitress clearing tables in a corner but the bar’s otherwise deserted so at least she’s not disturbing anyone with her loud incredulity and appalling manners. Clearing her throat she finally says, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Klaus observes Caroline with a placid expression, not a flicker of humor to be found. He leans down the bar to pluck a handful of napkins from a holder, offering them to her with a faint smirk, “You dribbled a bit, love.”