The Park [Tuesday evening]

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Triela still hadn't manage to get up the energy to reclaim her weapons from Rosalind. In fact, she was feeling positively dreadful. Dizzy. With a terrible headache.

She stumbled slightly over... nothing. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the heels today. Because clearly they were to blame for... everything. She should... sit down for a quick break. There wasn't anything convenient nearby so she just took a seat on the grass.

In a couple of minutes she'd be just fine. That's all she needed.

[Open if you want to deal with a very woozy cyborg assassin. And you know you do.]

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Part of the problem was that Triela was, clearly, scared; part of it was that she had no reason (as she saw it) to tell Scully anything.

And she'd let this go, if she thought Triela was getting help from someone, somewhere. Or if it weren't serious. Hard to tell which, right now. So. Don't try to scale the wall. Try to lower it to step over.

"I'll go away, if you promise me something," she said, voice much milder.

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"Not to shoot you?"

Not that she was armed at the moment, but...

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"That if you still feel like this, you'll come into the Clinic on Thursday. When I work." Scully was being as dogged as terrier after a rat. But her voice softened anyway. "Let me help. Or try. What have you got to lose?"

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"Time," Triela pointed out. And time was important.

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Keep lowering that bar. "An hour of your time, for an hour of mine," Scully bargained. "Reassurance that I'm not letting someone walk-- or stagger-- around when I could help, for... well. An hour of whatever you want to do. When you can do it. Or need me to do, instead."

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"You'll owe me a favor?" Triela asked, actually beginning to think about it.

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"Yes." What she'd be asked to do, Scully had no idea. She'd draw that line if she had to, when they got there. Probably nothing she couldn't deal with. She hoped.

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"And what can you do that would be useful?"

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Scully blinked, then quirked a smile. "Scientific investigations. Umm, data analysis. Dissections. Medical assistance." She added some emphasis there. Saying she was a good shot who could cover Triela's back might not help either of them, in the circumstances. Besides, Triela knew what kind of shot she was. "I have friends who are very good hackers--" For 1999. "Anyway. They owe me several favors, if we get to that." More flippantly, she added, "I can wash dogs. Cook. And provide legal testimony, if you need it."

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"Dissections..." She could imagine that being useful some day.

"Fine."

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Finally relaxing, Scully got back to her feet, feeling only slightly relieved. "Get some rest. Drink a lot of fluids. And if I don't see you on Thursday, it better be because you're completely fine again." That sounded a little too threatening, so she added, "Maybe at the gun range?"

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"We'll see." No promises.