Working at Quantico was all that kept Scully from going crazy. She'd cut herself off from the FBI completely, to her they were the enemy, they were the ones who let her down and failed to protect her and her family after everything she sacrificed for them. So now she devoted her life to training the next set of poor souls who's lives would become consumed by their work, their whole worlds devoured by late nights, early morning and no life outside the job.
But Scully was lonely. She hadn't spoken to Monica since she was discharged from the hospital and given a clean bill of health, she'd spent a lot of time at the hospital – making sure Monica was ok had given her the chance to mother somebody again. And she hadn't spoken to John since leaving a message on his machine that Monica was being sent home, which he didn't reply to. The three of them had never been further apart.
Scully would never forget the phone call she received from Monica in floods of tears saying she'd done something terrible. Scully's gut instinct had been something much worse than having slept with John, but she could see there were deep feelings between the two of them and to have slept together but not been in contact since was something even she wasn't sure she could deal with. When she and Mulder had crossed that line from friendship to lovers it had been a long time coming, but they had stayed professional for their work. Clearly there was nothing professional going on between John and Monica right now.
Right now Scully sat in her empty classroom that in ten minutes would be full of cadets all eager and ready to learn. When the door opened she turned around ready to tell whoever it was to come back later, what she didn't expect was the welcome wagon at the door.
"What the hell's going on?" she looked from one face to the next, Monica to John, John to Frohicke, Frohicke to Langley, and then Langley to Byers. The five of them simply stood there looking right back at her. This could only possibly lead to something bad.
"Dana, you got a second?"
"I'm about to teach a class, what are you all doing here?" they walked into the classroom and closed the door behind them. Monica stood beside Scully protectively, she knew that this wasn't going to be easy to hear.
The Lone Gunmen had been against this from the start. When they had told John and Monica what they knew about M F Luder the last person they thought should be bought in was Scully, not until they knew what was going on and if it was really him, but they had been overruled by John who had insisted they take this to Scully immediately.
"Dana, I got a message on my computer last night asking me to get a secure line fixed that no one could intercept so I could talk with this guy in private."
"John, I don't care about this, I don't work on the x-files and I don't care what your message said."
"I appreciate that, but I think you should hear me out." Monica couldn't help notice John's use of the word 'me' he was a one man show now and didn't need her help or anyone else's for that matter.
"I don't wanna hear anything you have to say on this. It's over, don't you think I've been through enough." Scully was losing her temper and Monica placed a friendly hand on her shoulder.
"It's ok Dana, we shouldn't have come to you with this." The Lone Gunmen looked relieved, they could leave now and not have to worry about Scully having some kind of panic attack. But John wasn't prepared to let things go that easily.
"We're not going anywhere until you hear about this, about who this is from."
"I don't care who it's from!"
"Not even if it were from Mulder?"