Room 317, Tuesday after classes

[notmyownage]

Other than a break for class -- and one to move to another room to make sure she didn't keep Quinn awake -- Claudia had spent all her time since seeing Stan off discovering just what, exactly, Stan had accidentally given her the password for at the Warehouse.

It wasn't much -- pretty much just surface level access to the database -- but it was a door, and once through it, Claudia managed to work her way in deeper, snagging current locations of "agents" (two, apparently, other than Artie, who apparently stuck pretty much to base-camp) and schematics for what proved to be an absolutely enormous electrical grid. The weird bit was, she couldn't track down the source for all that power. The Warehouse had a big enough drain to need its own private nuclear power plant, but it seemed to be almost entirely self-contained.

IRS paperwork warehouse, her ass.

A plan forming, she put out a few phone calls.

She was getting so close to getting her brother back, she could practically taste it.

[ooc: mostly establishy, but the room (and the phone) are totally open.]

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[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked. She had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.

"You mean, before the djinn . . . like maybe it, like, reset you?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Scully was almost afraid to check now, and find out if she was right. "I mean, the whole point of Mulder's stupid wish was that I be in the best health I ever was. Which was apparently when I was fifteen. And I... the problems developed later." She chewed on her lower lip. "So. I wonder, if I break the spell now... if it would go back to what it was. But if I stick it out, and grow up normally-- maybe kids would be possible."

[notmyownage]

"Kids're always possible," Claudia said, with all the wisdom of the sixteen year old she was. "You don't have to . . . you know . . . to have a kid you really care about."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully gave her a sideways, awkward smile, and said, "It's a moot point right now, anyway. But. I feel like I have to think about it." She tilted her head. "I could always adopt, I suppose. Even though-- the last time I tried, Social Services was very... difficult, over my job, and single status." She made a face. "Not at all fair."

[notmyownage]

"Social services sucks." Claudia could speak on that one with some authority. "Maybe you could do a surrogate or whatever. Social services doesn't decide those, right?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"No, they don't." Although the problem had been her ova, not carrying a baby, but-

"Oooo." She could donate for herself. Right now. If things were okay, she could have some of her eggs extracted at the age she was now, freeze them, and then, maybe... "Oh, that could work. That could work."

[notmyownage]

"See? So maybe you don't . . . have to choose that way."

Not that Claudia would mind getting to grow up at the same time as Scully.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

It was a huge load off her mind to realize that; to not think that she had to choose between a Melinda or a William, without having any idea how William was possible, or if his dad was approaching sixty now.

Scully grinned blindingly at Claudia, and said, "If I were a hugging kind of person, you would be getting crushed."

[notmyownage]

"Well, I totally am the hugging sort, so I might end up insisting on being crushed."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Well then." Scully held out her arms, relief and affection making her giddy. "Mutual crushing!"

[notmyownage]

"I can get behind that!" And Scully was glomped.