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Rolling down the car window, Mulder stuck his arm out of it and let it move with the oncoming breeze, a smile creeping onto his face. "Don't you feel so relaxed?" He turned to Scully momentarily, whose eyes were fixed on the road in front, her glasses slowly slipping down her nose. She hadn't worn them in ages, but now when secrecy was key, she wore them all the time, hoping to disguise herself slightly.
"What, when were on the run?" She asked, pushing her glasses back up and then returning her hand to the steering wheel. "Not really. The constant fear of someone recognising us, of being caught."
"No, just being away from everyone and everything, just us." He rolled up his window now, trying to pull his hair back into some semblance on his head.
She shot him a sideways glance, with the tell-tale eyebrow raised. "Do I find being alone, with you, relaxing?" She snorted a laugh shortly and answered, "There are plenty of words I can think of, but relaxing isn't one of them."
"Hey," He now shot her a look, his face feigning hurt, "I'm thoroughly offend-" His words were cut off as the car came to a squealing stop outside of a quaint little home. Scully's knuckles were white on the wheel and her glasses had flown off her face. Mulder was braced against the dashboard whilst turning to Scully, confusion on his eyes. "Why did you stop?"
Her mouth opened and closed several times before she could finally answer, "I didn't, I never touched the brakes." They both sat dumbstruck for a moment, a grinding bringing them back to reality. The gear stick in their rental car was sliding out of drive and into park. Much to their amazement.
Mulder looked up at the house that they had stopped at, saying shortly, "I think we're here." A man left the house and came over to their car, fear on his face.
"Are you two okay…" His voice drifted off as he recognised the man in the passenger seat, offering a weak, "Mr Mulder?"
"Morning, I see we're about on time." Mulder smiled cautiously, sneaking a glance at Scully who still remained shocked in the driver's seat. "Scully?"
She looked over at him, before picking up her glasses and putting them back on, offering her hand to the stranger outside the car. "Dana Scully." He took it warmly, his hand slightly shaking along with hers.
"Neil Horner, but you can just call me Neil." The man withdrew his hand and moved back, allowing them both out of the car. "It's been a real busy night."
"I gather." Was all Scully could say as she moved towards the house, her eyes taking in it's small stature. "Does this sort of behaviour happen often?"
"Yes and no. It sort of picks and chooses who to stop outside of the house, I guess it knew you two were coming." Neil turned and made his way back into his house, leaving Mulder and Scully to exchange quizzical glances.
…
They all sat around the small coffee table, cups in hand and glances all over the room. Neil's wife, Jane, was standing at the bottom of the stairs by a stair gate, testing it's strength.
Scully noticed the behaviour and put down her coffee cup, joining Jane. "Why do you have stair gates?"
"Well, things have a tendency to come down the stairs or even push us down so we have one here and at the top. Hopefully to minimise the damage." Jane smiled weakly and Scully could tell she was tired. Noticing the stranger's glances, Jane rubbed her eyes and added, "Long night."
Scully smiled at the woman and made her way around the house, her eyes taking in as many details as she could. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she turned swiftly, to find a girl leaning around a cupboard, watching her. "Hi." Scully offered, approaching the figure, who backed away and dashed off. Making her way back into the living room, she asked, "Do you have a daughter?"
"Oh yes, her name's Serena." Neil answered, shifting his position on the sofa.
"How old is she?" Scully asked, sitting back down next to Mulder who knew where she was going with this.
"Just turned 14 last week. Why is that relevant?" Jane now answered, her voice laced with worry.
"It's nothing serious, it's just have you heard of PK?"
The couple looked at each other and shook their heads, their eyes questioning.
"Well it stands for psychokinesis," Mulder filled in, moving to the edge of the sofa and placing his cup on the table. "It's a technique of the mind, an ability to move objects using the unconscious. Usually when it occurs in a private home, such as yours," He gestured, "It can be seen as a case of a poltergeist."
"And what has this… PK, got to do with Serena?" Jane asked, sliding forward also to match Mulder's position.
Scully answered this time, "This sort of psychokinetic behaviour is more prevalent in adolescents. Especially females."
Neil stood up and towered over them, hands on hips, "So you're saying that our Serena is behind all of this?"
"No not at all," Mulder stood up and faced the man, his demeanour passive, "We're just saying it's a possibility. And compared to a poltergeist, this possibility is a lot nicer."