For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”
Timeline: Season 7, post Rush
A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…
The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.
“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”
Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”
Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.
“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”
Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”
Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.
“Do you miss it?” she asks.
“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.
“Being a teenager.”
He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”
“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”