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Whatever floats your boat, kid.

I haven't been to the cemetery in a while. Figure it's not something I can avoid forever.

{ooc: SO much love.}

Of course you can. It's easy.

OOC: <3

Maybe you're right. I guess I should say, I can avoid it forever, but I don't know if I want too.

Daddy issues?

He was the best man I knew. Kind of a hero.

Funny how the fathers come to mind first, huh?

(OOC: My muse is also an XF OC, so I thought I would have her say hello. So. Hello!)

Yeah. I don't really know why, but I've been thinking about him a lot lately. All of them, really.

ooc: Lol. Hey! No problem. X-Files people (even OCs) need to stick together

If it weren't for my Dad, I'd probably be...you know, I really don't know. I owe him a lot. So yeah, I totally get that.

*offers a hand*

I'm Agent Patrick.

I know exactly what you mean.

Takes her hand with a smile.

Jacob Byers. It's nice to meet you, Agent Patrick.

Nice to meet you, too.

*shakes his hand with a small smile*

You don't happen to be related to John Byers?

Yeah. That's...well...he's my dad. You knew him?

I worked the X-Files Section for about a year and a half. I'm sure our paths crossed once or twice, but probably not for very long.

Really? Were you working with Mulder, or Doggett? But you know about...what happened to him, right?

I was working with John -- Agent Doggett. Well, "working" is a loose term, I was sort of the third wheel. Fourth? Fifth? I have no idea. A lot of people came and went.

And yes, I heard. I'm afraid I didn't know him very well, but he and his friends were always spoken very highly of.

Yeah. I've heard all about that. Must have been....let's just go with interesting.

They were great men. All three of them.

It's funny, at the time I just thought it was hellaciously weird, but now that I'm back doing a normal FBI job -- now I sort of miss it.

Laughs slightly.

Yeah. Once you get into this stuff, there's no going back.

Especially when your new job is desk lackey.

Ouch. Yeah. There's...nothing fun about that. Those are the kinds of jobs people think everybody wants, but...I'd get too bored sitting behind a desk all day.

CIRG isn't too bad...at least it keeps me in the loop...but yeah, blow up your own career and you can't expect the great jobs.

You know he's missed by a good few people.

I'd be upset if he wasn't. Some of his theories might have been slightly insane, but he helped a lot of people.

He did, he inspired some of us too.

Better him than Frohike, I guess.

I think they all did their jobs.

I was just joking but....you're right. They were all good men. They were my family.

And they always will be.

...Thank you.

*just nods*

Like missing him or something else?

Missing him, mostly. Thinking how I'm never going to be like him.

Don't make me bap you. Why would you think that? Honestly?

Because he was....a hero. He saved people's lives. Meanwhile I'm sitting in a basement just trying to scrape together enough money to keep the paper going.

And you're trying, aren't you?

Bet the last thing he'd want is you feeling like this.

I am. Giving up isn't really an option.

You're probably right. He always tried to be one of those "the glass is half full", "every cloud" kinda guys. Didn't always work, but...

What do you mean by hero? I mean, my Dad's in the Army and I consider that both a hero and a bastard.

He and my uncles died to keep this virus from escaping that would have killed thousands of people.

Why a bastard?

So seek out a way to die a martyr?

I have issues with the war and things that've been done.

It's not that. Just...I don't know. Maybe I'm just losing my mind.

Who doesn't have issues with the war? But I have a lot of respect for men who can risk their lives like that.

In the end they did a good thing, but they became martyrs for it. You're still here and without him. Maybe you don't have a kid but you have to think of ways to do it your way, not his.

I can't and won't do things my way. My Dad, and I get why he did, called the cops on me because it covered his ass. He can't do things my way either. You have to find your way, not his.

I just came from there. *offers a small, but sad smile*

How was it? I need to go see him, but I'm not really up for yelling at kids for being disrespectful. And I really don't want to be like my creepy old neighbor who used to yell at us for running too fast down the street, but...I can't help it. Not when I'm there.

Crowded, but if you go right near dusk it's a bit less so. Most of the tour groups had moved on since then.

I stayed for a while...brought them somethings. Which I know is ridiculous. Really. But, I don't know...you know?

The worst part about summer. It's tourist season. I'll remember that, though. The later, the better.

Smiles Yeah? What did you take em this time?

It always strikes me as weird. I mean I know tourists come to DC. I do. I've seen the buses. But to walk through downtown Silver Spring on my way to Borders and see people who obviously don't belong here and are visiting the city always boggles me.

Just stuff. It's silly, really.

There's never a moment when I don't think about my father.

It shouldn't still hurt as much as it does.