she’s a med student in a leather jacket pinned with a caduceus and a venus symbol, full of high expectations. he’s a psych major who has read his share of hg wells, hp lovecraft, and sherlock holmes.
when they meet at orientation, her lips are pursed and as bright as her rocket red hair. she thinks he looks silly and somehow endearing in his alien sweater, walkman headphones hanging around his neck and sticker slapped on his chest that reads ‘hello, my name is spooky.’
her friends think he’s weird, and the ones he once had thought so too, but scully sees where they don’t and she falls into his pursuit of the truth with a captial ‘t’. it becomes alien hunting on holidays, astral projections, breaking into the university lab at midnight, her muddy boots and his predilection for shitty sci-fi films, their duo of flashlight graveyard explorations, and falling asleep during exams.
but on weekend in his apartment with those glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling, a fridge full of sunflower seeds and cheap beer, and scully dozing on his shoulder, the truth might be the second most important thing in his life.