#*scared for mulder noises*

[california-112]

TRUST NO ONE???

[inhonoredglory]

Defining Ineffable Love (or, Aziracrow Learn the Rules of Romance)

(In response to this ask about ineffables and asexuality)

One of the major threads this season was Aziraphale and Crowley asking themselves what exactly is their relationship. Not what it is in terms of how much they love each other. (That's a given.) But what it is in terms of the human implications of their love.

Crowley and Aziraphale definitely come at the relationship with different perspectives, in terms of what they’re willing to admit to the relationship being. I don’t think we can entirely interpret it in human terms. –David Tennant (source)

For 6000 years, they’ve never put a name on their relationship. They didn’t, because they’re inhuman, genderless, sexless beings and they didn’t grow up (as it were) with labels. And even when they did learn them, they couldn’t say it was love, because admitting that was a death sentence.

All of Aziraphale’s heart eyes and pining could live comfortably in his mind if he never admitted what that said about him as an angel (trauma compartmentalization). Crowley tries desperately to be cruel and nasty to add white noise around the blatant reality of his constant loyalty to Aziraphale. If you don’t put a word to it, it’s not real and they can’t punish you.

After the Not-pocalypse, for all rights and purposes, Aziraphale and Crowley chose humanity as their identity. We see Aziraphale “playing house” in various human roles (as a landlord, a private eye, a magician).

We even see Crowley intentionally taking on human behavior to handle emotional issues: “Just breathe, that’s what humans do.” They’re slowly and intentionally enculturating themselves into the world they want to belong––earth.

Yet it’s setting up Maggie and Nina that makes Aziraphale and Crowley start thinking about their relationship as a human construct.

Because fundamentally, Aziraphale and Crowley are not human. Like Neil Gaiman tells us constantly, they can’t be defined in human terms when it comes to gender and sexuality. They can shift and move through each and any of those markers at will, purely for the pleasure of the thing: “angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort.”

IMO that makes them originally asexual, in the sense they were created without the need for sex. And it makes them fundamentally transgender and genderfluid, because while on earth, their sexless, eldritch spiritual bodies take on human, gendered forms and clothing. What gender (and sexuality) they identify with while on earth varies through the eras. Crowley definitely has a fluid gender identity, while Aziraphale appears to have settled on gay man (aka THE southern pansy) for his internal typology (although all of these identities are subject to change).

In the midst of all this fluidity, it’s no wonder Aziraphale and Crowley haven’t thought of their relationship in human terms before. There’s just so much different in them and their bodies than what they see in humanity. And there are no books and songs that show the kind of love they have, in the malleable, sexless bodies they have, with the background they have; it’s all ineffable.

Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t start out thinking they were in a romantic relationship. Whatever feelings they had were long repressed, redefined, and shuttled away. But they did love each other, without question. And it was that love which scared them, because it was bigger than anything they saw among humans, a love that was beautiful and blasphemous and unfathomable.

Kinda like what David Duchovny said about Mulder and Scully in The X-Files, “I don’t know if they’re in love. In a way, their relationship is deeper than that, because they cannot live without each other.”

Now take this profound, ineffable love and drop it into the little boxes and labels human culture has created for itself.

Full disclosure: I’m an asexual demiromantic person in a queerplatonic relationship, so I’ve done a fair bit of research on what romance is and how the rituals of romance are, in many ways, social inventions that vary from culture to culture. There’s love and then there’s romance, and they don’t always overlap. So my interpretation of Aziraphale and Crowley comes through this lens and the fact that Neil Gaiman has affirmed the validity of an ace-spec reading on our ineffables.

Which brings me back to my thesis: That only now are Aziraphale and Crowley thinking of themselves as a romantic couple, precisely because they are interfacing with humans and taking on their social rules.

I like this one asexual person’s description of their experience, which feels very much like our ineffables (from a very good article, I def recommend):

If there is a border between friendship and romance, then in my internal landscape, it goes right through a misty forest where no one has ever bothered to place signs.... Neither of us had intended to start anything even vaguely romantic, but the activities we did and the intense kind of immediate connection we had was coded as romantic in our culture.

That’s what Crowley realizes when Nina confronts him about his relationship to Aziraphale.

“It looks like that from here.” What Crowley and Aziraphale share is beyond definition, but Nina cannot imagine the anything beyond the human labels she was taught. The tragedy of an everlasting love is that it can only be conveyed properly to other humans if it is cast in such small human words––partner, boyfriend, husband.

Because when Crowley denied those human roles for Aziraphale, Nina slid down the path of thinking Aziraphale was just his “bit on the side,” because there were no labels left she could imagine for them. If you don’t put a word to it, it’s not real.

That’s the purpose of labels, to culturally validate a person's identity. Labels, of course, DO NOT create reality; people's experiences are always real, in all their varied ineffability. But labels allow a space for culture (ie other humans and political and legal society) to recognize formally your lived reality.

So Crowley started really thinking about him and Aziraphale, about the ineffable love between them and realized that in human terms, those would be the things he’d call Aziraphale, because those were the words that gave Aziraphale that place of importance in his life.

But with that realization comes all the human trappings and behavioral patterns around those words (the candlelit dinners, dramatic rescues, drinks at the Ritz, etc.) which Crowley had never thought of before, and yet… maybe romance is what he and Aziraphale have been doing all along.

That’s why this season centered so much around Aziraphale and Crowley using cultural artifacts (film and literature) to understand romance, because romance is so deeply socially-defined.

Aziraphale himself has been leaning hard into the romantic social cues (he’s more well-read in the cultural trappings of romance than Crowley is), especially post-Blitz. But when he watches Maggie and Nina dancing, he works up the courage to do something with Crowley that’s even more explicitly loaded as “traditionally romantic” than anything he’s done up to that point.

Because while risking their lives for each other and defying everything for each other is love in its purest form, dancing (specifically in Jane Austen’s world) is a public performance coded for potential marriage partners. It's an intimate ritual of the entire body. (And in British slang, dancing has been used as a euphemism for sex.)

Crowley's "We don't dance" is really telling, because it shows Crowley’s awareness of the unknowable devotion between them vs the human roles Aziraphale is asking him to fill, specifically its physical aspects. Aziraphale is asking to make their relationship more public, more physically explicit, more coded as romantic in a setting specifically intended to couple individuals.

While Maggie and Nina inspired Aziraphale to progress their relationship into a publicly physical direction, Maggie and Nina inspired Crowley to think of the emotional implications of their human roles: the commitment, security, and monogamy of a husband, a partner, an us.

That’s what he decides after Maggie and Nina confront him in the end. “You never say what you’re really thinking.” He wants to codify his relationship so they each become responsible to one another. Aziraphale has always been his soulmate, the one he could always rely on. But he wants to place a word and a role to their love that will bring with it Aziraphale’s commitment and dedication to him.

And that's another reason why Crowley kisses Aziraphale, because he knows Aziraphale was willing to make their relationship physical, and he wants that, too. To consummate this bond in the way humans do.

But Crowley doesn’t really know how to kiss; he’s not as worldly as he makes out to be. (It’s Aziraphale who owns the gun, and Crowley who’s never fired one.) He uses the kiss as a tool to get across to Aziraphale what he wants for them, in the physical language Aziraphale has been using, because "one fabulous kiss and we're good," right?

But it doesn’t work, because real life and real emotions don’t work like that; life and love don’t follow a script, despite the novels and plays and songs.

Aziraphale and Crowley spent this entire season trying to figure out what their relationship is and what they wanted out of it, trying to make sense of the unfathomable thing they share and the human implications of it, and not quite landing on the same page.

Part 2 of this Analysis, covering a correction in Crowley’s statement (“You don’t dance”) and the further implications of dancing/sex.

[cecilysass]

When I Think About You, I Touchstone Myself: Fic Recs for the Biogenesis/ Sixth Extinction/ Amor Fati trilogy

I thought it was time to do some fic fixes for these important episodes for a few reasons.

First, Amor Fati is an episode I can’t ever stay away from; I both love it and have big issues with it. I love the tribute to Last Temptation of Christ, a film I admire, but I also find the identification of Mulder as a Christ figure to be problematic, or at least to raise questions the show doesn’t really address. I love the touchstone speech and the boy on the beach sequence; I find a lot of the real-life dialogue (e.g. between CSM and Diana) to be clunky.

And honestly, I find it kind of irritating that Diana's death happened off screen, too. Deep Throat, Spender, X, CSM, Well-Manicured Man, Blevins — their deaths were all dramatized onscreen, so it seems weird that Diana’s was not, doesn’t it? Anticlimactic and odd. To me, it's the straw that broke the camel's back for the Diana arc, really raising the question of whether she was ever really written intending to be an important character to the mytharc plot at all ... or whether she just really was a cardboard cutout character there to generate jealousy.

But I digress. What I mean to to say is: I always want to talk more about Amor Fati.

Second, I particularly enjoy me some psychic Mulder fic, and there are some great examples below. How well does he read minds? Does he read Scully’s? Her every thought? How long does it last? Readers want to know.

Finally, if you believe season 7 was the season of secret sex, or even if you just hold to season 7 as the “sometime consummated” season, these 3 eps have to be a crucial turning point. Some people maintain that Mulder got the affirmation to move ahead with MSR when he heard Scully's thoughts. Possibly. Either way, though, by the end, through the events of Amor Fati, they both validate the other’s point of view in a way we don't really see before. Plus, you know, maybe you heard? They’re one another’s touchstones. So this is a crucial MSR trilogy, too.

So I have a (NO DOUBT INCOMPETE) selection of fic recs below. I’m mixing up the fic recs for all three episodes, but I try to note if a fic is really more about one ep than another.

Fic Recs:

Before the White Noise - Nimz12peekaboo Scully goes to see Mulder inside his padded cell in Biogenesis. This is sweet and canon-attentive, if not quite compliant.

A Less Certain World - Sarah Segretti This is really only post-Biogenesis and goes AU after that; it’s the author’s AU Sixth Extinction, I suppose. Mulder is much more affected by the trauma to his brain and body than in the show, and Scully is scared for him. Amazing fic.

Temporary Shelter - Gwendolyn Also a Biogenesis post-ep, this fic imagines that Scully springs psychic Mulder from the hospital and then takes him back with her to the Ivory Coast. They stay in a cabin (with only one bed!) that was once occupied by another couple affected by the artifact. This is rich in plot (and in MSR.)

Stunned - Vickie Moseley This is, by description, what happens in the commercial breaks in Biogenesis. And let's just say that it’s kind of a lot. This fic focuses on Scully coming to calm Mulder down at the hospital, on their trust between one another. There is a little Diana wrap up, too.

All the Places - Ambress A lovely, lovely take on Mulder’s ability to read minds. I cannot recommend this highly enough.

Out of Our Minds - Sarah Segretti and haphazard method This is specifically post-Biogenesis, written before season 7 began. It focuses on the rather realistic idea that Scully would be freaked the fuck out by Mulder being able to read her mind—like, existentially freaked out. Both characters’ POV here; both characters have your sympathy; angsty and extremely true to character.

Disonance - suilven This piece is kind of a classic in my own little personal world. It just such a satisfying concept. It delightfully doesn’t take the canon implications of Mulder’s telepathy seriously, like, at all, which is why we love fanfic. Mulder, Scully, and Diana get stuck on an elevator just as Mulder’s starting to realize he can read minds. Delicious set-up.

the things they say in the dark - MonikaFileFan Missing scenes for Amor Fati, this piece helps us see the two moving closer and closer together while still having the invisible line between them. There is hurt/comfort here with Scully caring for Mulder, and a little light mind reading. So sweet and well done.

how to tell your lover you’ve seen all their secret gardens - 0666666 While Scully is taking care of Mulder after the events of Amor Fati, he tries to think of how to tell her he heard her thoughts. Very good.

Woven Deep by Maureen B. Ocks This is a really smart little Amor Fati post-ep with sharp dialogue / banter throughout. Mulder is in recovery, and they have a chance to talk about his experiences. It’s Mulder POV, but Scully is written very well here.

up and down the east coast by skuls When he’s still supposed to be recovering from Amor Fati events, Mulder asks Scully to go on a road trip to look for Sasquatch. She agrees. This one isn’t about psychic Mulder so much as the little guarded steps the two take towards acknowledging their feelings. Extremely sweet.

Synesthesia by haphazard method On a case shortly after the events of Amor Fati, Scully is still coming to terms with the role she plays in their partnership. An excellent conversation.

Petrichor by Aloysia Virgata. A lovely gem, a fandom classic. A one-chapter case file set directly after Amor Fati. Mulder and Scully’s relationship is offkilter and unsettled; Mulder is troubled by dreams with messages from a familiar ghost; the plot riffs on Anglo-Irish folklore. The spot-on banter and exquisite writing one expects from this author.

Eli Eli by Marguerite Mulder is recovering physically post-Amor Fati while Scully tries to cope with the crisis of faith her experiences in the Ivory Coast provoked in her. Skinner sends them to a beach house in Galveston to rest and heal.

Silence Waiting by JET Scully is struggling to cope with the implications of what she saw in Africa as Mulder heals and worries about her. This is intercut with the story of another telepath, Gretta, who grows up only reading the thoughts of one boy in her town, Frederick. This fic is lovely in every way and makes me weep.

The Boy on the Beach - me me (cecilysass) Yeah, I include my own fic. I just know it best, you know, lol? I include this one specifically for this theme because it was really written in part to engage with Amor Fati, specifically with the implications of Mulder’s Last Temptation of Christ-inspired dream sequence. But I'm the author, so you know, grain of salt.

Let me know what I missed!

[scullysexual]

Time Can Heal Rewrite

A canon divergent/Irresistible fic. What if Scully’s post-abduction trauma was actually dealt with. What if Mulder realised that his quest for the truth was costing too much?

A/N: A Time Can Heal rewrite because 25 year old Powder is gonna have a better way of telling this story than 20 year old Powder. Also it will most likely have a different title but I haven’t decided yet. It has been inspired by Jean Helm's And Death Shall Have No Dominion (since the two fics were recently confused for each other; highly recommend you read that fic, it's my favourite) And also the scene in Irresistible where Scully sees Pfaster morph into a bunch of different people. I also just wanted to write a fic that addresses Scully's trauma. The original was never completed, I got to 10 chapters but I've decided to rewrite it since it was such a long time ago and me and my writing have both matured since then. You'll find similiarities between this one on and the original, obviously, but I'm hoping this is the better version.

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Chapter One

They put her apartment up for sale. Good.

Her mother promised her she would try to get it back.

“You were gone for three months,” her mother says, justifying her actions. “We didn’t know when you would be back. We thought…” Her mother glances towards Melissa, her sister materalising for the first time in a year and a half, unable to say the word.

“You were dead,” Missy answers softly.

Scully was dead. She had floated up to that white room, laid on a table, a man standing over her; her father, who had forced her back down.

Between the bright light that had blinded her atop of that freezing summat to the hospital room she lays in now, she had been dead.

“I’m sorry,” says her mother.

There was nothing to be sorry about. Scully didn’t want her apartment back; it's lonely, soundless rooms made for one. Scully wanted noise, the presence of another person, the knowledge that somebody might be there to protect her. 

She chided herself. She is supposed to be the protector. But how could she ever protect others if she couldn’t even  protect herself? 

There was an ever-present fear. Her stomach twisting as she lays in the bed of her mother’s guest bedroom. It keeps her awake. Watching shadows twist in the dark as she tries to remember anything but there is nothing, just the sense of time missing, something lost. Maybe that is what scares her; memories of time that she will never get back.

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She has her first nightmare a week after she returns. 

Trapped inside the trunk of her car, she bangs against the roof to no avail. There are people around her; she can hear their voices speaking in a language she can’t understand, someone laughs, there’s the sound of a gunshot, and the undeniable stench of cigarette smoke.

Scully wakes in a panic. There’s something over her head, her body. Hysteria takes over her as she truly believes she is in that trunk still, that she had hallucinated her survival and recovery.

But the top of the trunk is soft, the material lays against her body and when she kicks her feet or moves her unbounded hands the material moves with her.

She kicks the duvet off her body, hears the sound of it falling onto the floor in a heap. The November chill seeps through the cracks in the windows and Scully shivers yet she can’t bring herself to pull the duvet back over herself. Instead, she curls into the foetal position and gently closes her eyes, willing the nightmares away.

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A nightmare doesn’t wake her. In fact, Scully is unsure if she even had a dream last night but the duvet is over her again and that is enough to send her heart beating rapidly and her breaths quickening. She kicks the material right off.

“Scully?”

Scully opens her eyes to find Mulder staring at her with puzzled concern. The sight of him immediately calms her, temporarily banishing her fears to the corners.

“Hi, Mulder.”

She hadn’t seen him in two weeks. Those first couple of days she couldn’t get him away from her but over time, once she was moved and settled in her mother’s house, his visits had decreased exponentially. It had been a week since he last visited not that Scully had minded, she understood life and work took precedence and with the X-Files having been reopened she knew better than most how busy Mulder must be right now. 

Still, that hadn’t stopped her from missing him and seeing him here now fills her with as much joy as it does comfort. 

“You doing okay?” he asks.

Scully shrugs. Head down, fingers fidgeting with each other she doesn’t want to burden him with her nightmares and worries.

“As well as I can be, I suppose,” she answers.

Mulder looks unconvinced.

“Your mother tells me you haven’t left this room since you got here,” he says not buying it.

Scully frowns, feeling defensive. Were Mulder and her mother judging her? Surely they must understand. Besides, she was still healing, the pain in her abdomen still hadn’t gone away, it hurt to even walk over to the ensuite bathroom some days.

But they were excuses, she should get out of this bed, soon she will be back at work.

Scully looks towards the window, curtains drawn open so she could see the light dusting of frost outside. Mulder must’ve opened them when he came in because they were closed over last night and all day yesterday. Scully didn’t want to see outside let alone be out there. The thought of leaving this bed, of facing the world and the monsters that inhabited it made her stick to the sheets like glue. Her mother and Melissa had both tried to coax her outside to no success, Scully would just shake her head, say she was tired. Eventually they gave up and left her alone.

Mulder, she knew, would do no such thing.

“You can’t stay in bed forever, Scully.”

She closes her eyes at his words. She knew that but still…

“Come on,” he urges, holding out his hand. “Let’s sit outside, we need to talk anyway.”

Scully looks at his hand then back outside. Just to the porch, she tells herself. That wasn’t scary, that was still her mother’s property where the monsters couldn’t hurt her. (She had thought that of her own home but they had still found her there) No, that wasn’t the same, this time she had Mulder, this time he would protect her.

She takes his hand and eases herself out of bed for the first time in two weeks.

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It’s cold on the porch. The chilly air nips at her cheeks, bites at her fingers that she wraps around the mug of tea her mother handed to her and Mulder. Scully sips at it slowly, tasting the hot bitterness of it, letting it burn her tongue slightly, it feels good.

Mulder is silent beside her despite his insistence on talking. She wonders if it had just been a ploy to get her out of her bed but when she looks over to him she can see him thinking, his face crunching when he doesn’t like a thought, pausing when he thinks he is onto something. It’s fairly interesting. It also fills her with dread. What could he possibly be wanting to say that is taking this long?

“Scully,” His voice cuts through the silent air and makes her jump slightly. “I handed in my resignation to Skinner.”

Scully frowns. She knew this already. During Skinner’s one and only visit- one that had surprised them all- he had recounted the tale of how Mulder had handed in his resignation but Skinner had refused to accept it. It had been told with humour, as if to try to add some light to the situation, and Scully had smiled along but when she looked at Mulder to gauge his reaction he had been sombre, lost in thought, somewhere far away.

“Yes, Skinner told me, remember in the hos–”

“This morning.”

It cuts through the air like a knife. Cold ice runs straight through Scully’s body that has nothing to do with the temperature. Her back straightens, tea forgotten.

“Excuse me?” she asks quietly because maybe she heard wrong, maybe he’s got it all mixed up.

“I’m leaving. My final day was yesterday.”

No, no he can’t…

“The Bureau?”

“The X-Files. I asked Skinner to close them, lock the basement door if he has to, burn the filing cabinet. Anything to…”

It’s a sucker punch to the gut, everything he is saying. She was back, they could work together again, everything could go back to normal but instead he had made decisions without her.

“And you did all this without talking to me first?” She makes sure he can hear the betrayal, the anger she feels.

“Scully–”

“And what about Samantha? What about discovering the truth? You’re really just going to leave all that?”

“Yes! If I must!” he says, his voice rising. “Don’t you see? It’s all too much risk. I’ve already killed Deep Throat because of this cause, I almost lost you…It’s too much.”

“But I don’t blame you for that, Mulder, you know that.” She tries to explain it, to make him see, why can’t he see that he’s all she has, her anchor. “We knew the risks when we signed up. This is why you should’ve spoken to me first.”

But Mulder shakes his head. “You can’t change my mind on this, Scully, I’m sorry. I leave tomorrow. I’ve handed over my apartment keys, my things are all packed into a van. This is the end, I’m sorry.”

Keys? Van? What? A panic grips her as she tries to make sense of the words.

“Leaving? Where are you going?”

“Just… away,” he answers, revealing nothing. “There’s an opening in one of the Field Offices, I’m transferring there.”

“Well, which one?” She fishes into her pockets for a notepad and pen so she can write it down, remember it, but of course she is wearing a robe, she had no notepad and pen. “Maybe I could see if they have another opening–”

His hand reaches out to touch her forearm, halting her movements. “Scully,” he says, his eyes pleading. “Don’t you understand? This is your chance to get away from me, to live a normal life.” 

Scully shakes her head. “I don’t want to get away from you.” Maybe it’s the cold or her fatigue but she can feel tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” is all he says and for some unknown reason it makes her angry, angrier than she was before. Suddenly she can’t stand to be around him.

“Go then,” she says, standing up abruptly it makes Mulder jolt backwards slightly. “No point wasting time here.”

“Scully–” he calls to her, standing up himself.

“I don’t care anymore, Mulder, okay? If you want to go then just go.” Her hand is on the doorknob, ready to push it open.

“Please understand, Scully, I’m doing this to protect you because I care about you.”

If he gave even one shit about her he would stay. Scully’s hand pauses on the door handle, she turns her towards him slightly, eyes and voice cold as she tells him, “I don’t need your protection.” She rips the front door open and slams it shut behind her, it vibrates through the house like a gunshot, killing them both.

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Mulder packs the last of the boxes into the Gunmen’s WV bus, pulling the door shut after himself and heads up to the driver’s seat where Langly, Frohike, and Byers sit together up front.

“You sure you don’t want a lift?” asks Langly.

Mulder shakes his head. “Nah, I’ll follow you up there.”

Langly nods, twisting the key in the ignition.

“So what’s up in Minneapolis anyway?” asks Frohike over the hum of the old engine.

Mulder shrugs. “A fresh start, I hope.”

“And what about the enigmatic Dr Scully? Will she be joining you?”

Mulder falters. His argument with Scully was still an open wound. For his last interaction with her to end that badly made him want to throw up. He had stood on that porch for a while after she had gone inside, until he had caught the attention of Mrs Scully who had wondered what had happened.

He had had no words for her, just silently handed the half-drank mugs of tea back to her and left, resisting the urge to look up towards the second floor where he could feel Scully watching him.

“That remains to be seen,” Mulder says, not wanting to tell the exact truth. “She might even go back to medicine.” A blatant lie but one he wishes to be true all the same.

“Well, we’ll certainly miss you,” Frohike says, an agreement made in mutters by Langly and Byers.

“Good luck, Mulder,” Byers wishes him.

Langly holds out his fist and Mulder bumps him. “See you around,” he says. He puts the bus into gear and with Mulder’s belongings takes off down the road.

Mulder watches them go, his eyes trained on them until they disappear around the corner, then he pulls out his cellphone, dials a number he knows off by heart now, lingers above the call button for a second, then presses it. He puts the cell to his ear and listens to it ring.

And ring.

And ring.

And ring.

It goes to the answering machine. To Mrs Scully’s soft, kind voice telling him she wasn’t home and to leave a message. Mulder buttons it instead, placing the cellphone back into his pocket. What was he even expecting?

When he gets to Minneapolis he’ll delete the number. And the two others. It won’t matter, he could recite all three in his sleep but he needs to try to cut her off, from his life, from his entire world if he even stands a chance at keeping her safe.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 16 “chimera” thoughts

i may have missed easter by a few days, but!!! here i am, watching the episode that says it takes place “over the easter holiday”

how is everyone doing?? honestly, i’m really excited to get to the next episode. but the last 2 have been super good, so hopefully we’re on a winning streak. 

look, i can recognize patterns, though- the streaks never last too long on this show. god love it. bless it, even. but it’s just the way it works. that being SAID, i have heard a few things about the next episode, and i am SO excited to see what happens.

so! mulder is hunting for a creature!! i hope there is scully time, too, but maybe she’s busy with her family doing easter stuff. 

post-episode thoughts: not a bad episode at all! it had some VERY cute moments, and some of the most blatantly wrong plot predictions i have ever made, which is always fun to read back, LMAO. screw that adderly guy for real though. and shoutout to mulder's vague definition of "significant other" for getting me to make a squealing noise akin to a baby animal in distress.

let’s see what this episode will bring!

it’s easter sunday in vermont. and this brunch looks crazy. michelle found some eggs, and also the easter bunny is here #yassss! this looks so expensive. although, i’m scared of people in holiday costumes after the killer santa episode, but still. i can appreciate the effort that went into this. the kids will remember this forever, says one lady, later revealed to be named ellen, to the host of easter brunch. “i hope there are some things they won’t remember” says the host (martha) with a pointed look at a new woman approaching… what is their tea…?

ohhh, this woman is named jenny. and ellen tells martha to be nice- but jenny does NOT say hello to her, LMAO

michelle is hunting for more eggs, yay, i love an egg hunt!! but i’m scared she’ll find some sort of beast or ghoul. she’s wandering into a wooded area… careful, queen…. she hears some birds and finds a raven. and it flies at her!!! when the bird scares her and she runs, jenny is right behind her!!! LEAVE MICHELLE ALONE??

the poor girl drops all her eggs and runs away :( why is this GROWN WOMAN chasing a child into the woods?!

at night, martha says it took two hours to put michelle to bed because she was so scared!!! and while martha personally didn’t see a bird, whatever michelle saw spooked her. she wants to be with her dad. who cannot come home early. 

the window is open and the curtains are blowing. ellen shuts them. but a bird got in the house!!! and it’s cawing!

and then… the window or a mirror smashes or something?? it’s hard to tell. and someone is IN THE HOUSE. GIRL. IS IT JENNY???????

oooooo….. now i wanna know why jenny and martha have such a fight going on!!

the hawk outside my window is back :) everyone say hello!!

intro tiiiiiime!!!! spooooooooky!

is mulder staking out a strip club? what’s he doing all that for? while popping bubblegum. 

(he chews bubblegum? is this a new alternative to seeds? we must analyze this development!)

oh, scully is here too!!! bringing some coffee. it’s 8:42 pm and they’re looking for… someone. he is sure she will come.

AWW, look at scully sitting… she's so cute

LMAOOOO “well, i hope you realize there’s no evidence whatsoever that this mystery woman of yours has even committed a crime… although her wardrobe comes close” <- i’m howwwwwling. get her, scully!!!!

oh, i think she actually has tea, not coffee in her cup :,) as she lounges here. mulder explains that 6 people were seen with this mysterious individual at the strip club and then never seen again. he thinks she might be a serial killer (a female one! very rare!), AND twice police have raided the club to arrest her. 

but scully points out that twice the police turned up empty handed. so, hmm.

NOOOOO, scully is talking about how depressing this whole thing is when he gets a phone call and just… GETS UP AND LEAVES. WHERE IS HE GOING?!?? leaving her in this strange and dirty room with a half-eaten sandwich and a bunch of photos of the suspect!!!

well, it was skinner who summoned him, so it must be pretty important, and i guess i can forgive him for ditching her. skinner has a photo of martha on his desk. why doesn’t he want scully here to accompany him????

martha disappeared two weeks ago, and no one has seen her since. mulder points out that he is already on a case, and skinner replies, no, you’re on a stakeout, and scully can handle it.

(suspicious mulder look) “why, what did i do?” <- awww, he thinks he’s in troubleeee. makes you wonder how many times he has gotten put on weird sounding assignments as skinner punishment. (obviously the stuff with kersh doesn’t count- that man was torturing them both!)

LMAOOO, skinner says it may play to his “strengths as an investigator” and then asks about the significance of ravens in mythology. when the boss requests that you infodump… you comply.

michelle claims she was attacked by a raven earlier that day and then heard one again before her mother disappeared. “no really, what did i do?” mulder asks again <- LMAOOOO. punishment of birds be upon ye

skinner says it’s the only lead that hasn’t been explored! and also, martha’s father is a federal judge- it has been made clear that finding her is to be skinner’s top priority. so off you go, raven boy.

i’m always so sad when our agents get separated. 

mulder has arrived to vermont to meet a sheriff named phil adderly. he’s using a newspaper as an umbrella. king!! that seems really ineffective and like it will make a soggy mess, but he has to protect that perfect hair. mulder seems apprehensive about if he can be any help to the case. 

so adderly’s wife is ellen, who we saw at the brunch before the disappearance, and she is martha’s best friend- and also the one who told her to be nice to jenny. martha is admired in the community. adderly assures mulder that martha’s husband howard has nothing to do with this. suspicious!

mulder is staring at howard and michelle. “what do you know about a raven?”, he asks adderly. mulder says it won’t be necessary to talk to michelle. i wonder why…. does he think he’ll be in and out that fast? or does he just not wanna talk to a traumatized child today?

oooo, but he does find some weird marks in the house. “how many talons would you say a raven had?”, he asks. the sheriff cannot have expected to be asked that question upon waking up in the morning, LMAOOO. mulder realizes the error of his ways and quickly throws in a “never mind”

and also, there was a mirror that was broken at the scene. so keep that in mind.

howard comes in, meeting mulder and admitting he wonders if this whole thing is a waste of his time- the police have been coming and going, which is not great for crime scene investigation. is howard a suspect? hmm… 

and he says he found something. hands it to mulder to investigate. “uh, birth control pills?” <- that’s really funny out of context.

make mulder react to uncomfortable family secrets more often. i always enjoy it.

it’s not a laughing matter for howard, though, who says he thinks martha was having an affair. well, that’s a pretty big jump…

howard is telling mulder about his vasectomy and he’s just nodding along. listening. ohhhh, poor king… dealing with this…. separated from his scully and listening to a random guy talk about his marital problems.

listen, i’m sticking up for martha here, though: i have read FAR too many stories of people managing to have children after a vasectomy to EVER feel comfortable believing that a simple surgery can take care of all risk. HORROR stories. mostly on reddit. things that will send a shiver down your spine. team martha.

and then howard hands mulder a key, saying he found it in martha’s favorite coat, and he doesn’t know where it goes to. nah, howard is def sleeping with jenny, and martha’s mysterious disappearance is to cover up what’s going on there. i’m onto your tricks, howard. you may fool the sheriff, but you won’t fool me.

howard thinks that maybe martha ran away with this affair partner she must have, and that is why they haven’t found her. ummm… if she wanted to leave, she could do that without breaking the mirror and screaming and faking evidence?? unless she wanted to make it look like a kidnapping, i guess. howard seems to be jumping to a lot of conclusions and i do not trust him.

ellen is sticking missing posters on cars as she pushes the baby in a stroller. and she hears a raven…. when jenny approaches!!! “cute kid”, she says.

ellen asks jenny if she wants some posters to put up on her side of town, which… yeah… doesn’t sound great, even if she just really innocently meant they live in opposite geographical areas. she then apologizes for how that sounded. “no, it just naturally comes out that way when you think you’re better than everyone”, jenny spits back. DAMN. 

and then she stalks away. 

ellen sees this HORRIBLE ZOMBIE IN THE CAR WINDOW??? and then the glass SHATTERS

what is jenny doing….?

adderly is fully on board with the “martha was having an affair” theory and tells mulder as much.

“according to your audubon book here, a raven has four talons”, says mulder. STOP!!! again, that is so funny out of context. adderly wants to know if martha was hurt and he’s like no, let’s have some bird facts.

now he’s going into what ravens and broken mirrors mean in a spiritual sense like it’s the most natural thing in the world- it’s true, i love this man!

ellen comes home with the daughter. and also, they’re letting mulder stay in their house. has that ever happened before?? staying with a family instead of booking a hotel? and he agrees to it. to be fair to him, though, they didn’t offer much of a choice

so now he’s sleeping in the guest room, i guess. dinner is fancy as hell and ellen is like “oh this is typical for us :)” <- she’s trying to flex on him

his phone rings! is it scully? OHHHH IT IS, AND SHE WANTS TO GO HOOOOME :( the furnace broke in that weird like stakeout room and she’s cold!!! and she doesn’t want to think about the things she’s seen staking out a strip club!!!

LMAOOO “hey scully, tough it out; whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? (turning to ellen who is serving him dinner) no, no, no, no, no capers, thank you” “i’m sorry, what?” “i said ‘what… a crazy caper’, i’ll talk to you later, and keep warm, bye”

AWWWWW, POOR SCULLY :( LOOK AT HER POUTY FACE, OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOD I’M GOING TO YELL!!!! she is COLD, damnit!!! get her a blanket!!!

look at this fancy new england boy mulder putting his napkin in his lap as they eat this… meat creation. what a gentleman.

back at howard and michelle’s place, michelle won’t eat dinner because mommy didn’t make it. and dad offers to get hamburgers instead. but she is terrified and says “it’s back”. she is so scared!!!! someone help her!!! the bird is right at the window cawing!!

he leaves to go scare it off, but i’m scared he’s not coming back. there are soooo many birds in the yard…. eating something….. A HAND??? HELLLLL NO. 

mulder is on the scene. the ravens were eating martha. so was she in the garden the whole time? how did they not notice her there?!

adderly is refusing to arrest howard, saying he didn’t do it, even if the body was buried in his backyard and all signs point to him. he didn’t do it. which makes me think adderly might be covering up for howard. ellen comes and starts crying seeing her friend's body. and she confesses to seeing the beast earlier. 

she thinks the claw marks on martha’s face could have been from the creature. mulder believes her. adderly basically telling him to stfu about the spirits. mulder thinks someone summoned this creature, and asks if martha had any enemies. 

they go to talk to jenny, who viciously denies the claim. OHHHH, she’s shading adderly right there in front of mulder… something about a town secret. but she fesses up to hating martha and how perfect she thought she was, and she heard that she was stepping out on her husband, so look into THAT.

so she has a criminal record. adderly says he thinks she didn’t do it- he sure has a lot of opinions on this case- but why did she lie about her alibi, mulder asks. “i got that vibe pretty clear” <- OHHHH!! is adderly cheating on ellen with jenny?!? this is so messed up

LMAOOOOOO, SCULLY CALLS: “mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up, staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you… and how i’d like to kill you” <- tell him how you FEEL, sister!!!

she sounds like she has a cold :( poor thing!!!

he’s talking about how there’s the same seedy underbelly in this fancy vermont town as there is in that strip club in DC.

she keeps seeing a van with writing about jesus on it, and this distracts her from hearing mulder’s autopsy request. HIS EYE ROLL, LMAOOOO... these two deserve each other.

ravens!! at the adderly house!!!! ellen is vacuuming. finds that key from martha's pocket stuck in her vacuum thingy!! and there is lots of cawing!!!

the raven got in the room with the baby!!! and then she sees the scary face again in the mirror and it shatters!!! AUGH, it gave me the CREEPS! she takes the baby and runs, hiding in a closet from the scary person who seems to be right outside. and then her husband bursts open the closet door and she’s sobbing. so is HE the beast...?

mulder will investigate. he looks so handsome. sits down to ask her what happened. adderly glares at her when she says "it" chased her. and then tells mulder to stop encouraging this. he thinks she broke the mirrors. but! mulder finds the key that was on the ground!

mulder sits next to ellen and her very large baby and asks about the key. she hasn’t seen it before that morning. adderly takes the key to figure out where it goes to. so if she found it and then was attacked….? and then ellen found one….  

the question is who will find the third copy of the key and be attacked, if the pattern is to be followed. and also, where is adderly going as he leaves ellen in bed at night?

OH, off to see jenny? who lives at house 6? she hugs him and he says he can’t do this anymore. and then they’re kissing. oh. okay. there are mirrors on her ceiling as they hook up. 

ellen is making mulder breakfast. and he ironed his shirt! saying it relaxes her to do housework. is she hitting on him or just very nice? and adderly is, of course, not here. 

OH, she is hitting on him, i do believe. “do you have a significant other?” “um, not in the widely understood definition of that term” <- QPR MSR WRITES ITSELF 🥰

(gosh, my heart is still melting from this...... i need to go sit down. he doesn't say NO. just "not in the way you normally would think to use that word" OHHHHHH... i love that MSR blurs all boundaries of romantic vs platonic- it is just Love all the way down)

she's assuring him the right woman will come along and change all that, and that he shouldn’t miss out on home and family life, and he nods… apprehensively… when in walks adderly, who claims he was doing paperwork. at night. and then tells mulder that they’re short handed, got a deputy out, and yes, it lasted all night.

OHHH, this is juicy…. mulder shares the news that martha was 4 weeks pregnant when she died. he asks who the father might be while taking a bite of bacon. “just say what’s on your mind, agent” <-he KNOWS mulder is onto his ass...

mulder wants the key back!!! he says it is evidence!!! see, here i was thinking it was a “a key shows up before the raven monster eats you” thing, but maybe it was just one key to jenny’s place all along. 

mulder is mad as fuck at this adderly guy, who runs off to the shower, leaving mulder the very awkward situation of “do i tell this woman her husband is cheating on her?”

jenny is buttoning her clothes back up, calling a child, saying mommy had to work a double shift and she’ll be home real soon. when she hears the ravens!! they’re fighting outside her place. and then all her mirrors on the roof shatter!!! and the demon thing grabs her!!! swipes her with it’s terrible claws!!!!

mulder is here at the crime scene. is adderly responsible for this demon??? adderly was having an affair with jenny AND martha? and they knew about each other!!! but ellen doesn’t. “but even if she did, she’d find a way to rationalize it” <- OH!!!! what a horrible thing to say about the person you are married to

he claims ellen baby trapped him so he couldn’t get a divorce, and i think this guy is just a sleaze of the highest order. also, mulder needs to shave, but… i don’t hate it.

oh, NOW adderly wants to hear about the ravens and the broken mirrors. HE THINKS HE MIGHT BE THE REASON THEY ARE HERE AND NOT EVEN KNOW! that is actually a very interesting concept

back at the house, adderly calls, saying he needs to talk to ellen, and mulder is on his way over to discuss whatever it is that is going on. but where is she??? she's just getting home, saying the baby needs a nap.

so she didn’t hear the phone……

creepy music plays as she puts the baby to bed. OH SHIT!!! SHE HAS A STAB MARK ON HER NECK!!! FROM WHERE JENNY GOT THE DEMON THING WITH GLASS!!!!!!

not gonna lie that plot twist got me. gaaaaaaaaag!

ellen is getting in the tub. is mulder still on his way over? oh! she didn't know the wound was in her neck!!! but she gets flashbacks of being stabbed as the scary wild beast???

NOOOO, mulder comes home while she’s getting in the tub. oh god. his phone rings. it’s scully. she solved the stakeout mystery!!! the mystery blond is a guy named mark who is taking the 6 missing people to a halfway house! “a wolf in sheep’s clothing. or i guess in this case, a sheep in wolf’s clothing” <- a happy ending for all involved. except for mulder. who is stuck here while this lady who was hitting on him a few hours ago is in the bathtub.

scully may now shower for 8 or 9 hours and sleep until spring- her words <3 i am very happy for her

but this makes mulder realize things…. 

he knocks on the door of the bathroom. ellen asks him to go away. he tells her that jenny is dead and her husband is in custody- but he doesn’t think adderly did it. he’s asking her where she went that morning. she says it can’t be her. 

ohhhh, he thinks that if she can’t face her other side, that would explain the mirrors being shattered… 

she’s crying. if she comes out, everything she thought she had is over. and her eyes are all black. he’s gonna get attacked!!

aaaand sure enough, she comes out swinging at him in full demon mode, slashing the mirror with her talons. dunking him underwater and drowning him!!!! but then she’s gone??? bro is very wet, fully clothed in the tub. 

oh. she’s in the corner panting and shivering. 

at a psychiatric hospital, mulder is sitting with ellen, then gets up and leaves. he comes out to see adderly. allegedly, she has a split personality. maybe ellen’s changes were far more extreme than the typical case. and mulder thinks she had to rationalize adderly’s cheating somehow- she was trying to protect her family.

ohhhh. that makes her words to mulder about family being a refuge all the more terrifying.

she sees a raven outside the hospital and approaches it, placing her hands on the windows.

the end

woaaaaah. 

okay, well that plot twist got me, LMAO. i didn’t see it coming even if it seems obvious in hindsight. ellen, i was rooting for you!!! we were all rooting for you!!! martha, i defended you!

adderly is evil. 

not a bad episode! it’s not an instant classic for me or anything- hard to get that when the agents aren't together- but not a bad one at all. the drama of people who are well off is always gonna be interesting to me. rich people problems and such!

interesting to get scully as comedic relief!!! this has been wildly underused in this show, but we should get that more often, because it does work well <3 poor thing!!! she was so cold!!! he just left her!!! i was so mad at first, until we learned it was because skinner told him he had to!!!

their little stakeout was so funny, too. makes you realize that they must have so many boring cases like that we simply do not get to see in between all of the exciting ones we watch. it makes you think about long hours in a small room, nothing but hot tea and each other's company, conversation absentmindedly treading into vulnerability... swapping stories of high school classes, bad dates, favorite books... there are fic ideas everywhere for those with the eyes to see them.

oh, mulder. you can tell this man desperately wants to have some sort of peaceful life, but then this sort of thing happens to both of our agents and it’s like, well... maybe domesticity is just another front for evil. 

if you need me from now until eternity, i will be thinking about his unconventionally significant other <3

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 12: The Sweetest Tune

Prompt: "Did you hear that?"

It's late at the Hoover building and Mulder hears a noise… Rating: T, wc: 1,013

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“Did you hear that?” Mulder whispers, putting her hands on her shoulders. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday and they’re on their way out of the Hoover building. Any noise they might hear won’t be good news.

“Hear what?” she asks, not lowering her voice.

“This,” he says, pointing up.

“Mulder, it’s late and we’re-” he silences her, putting a finger on her lips. He keeps it there, willing her to listen. All she can hear is Mulder’s breathing and her own heartbeat. It drowns out everything else. Her other senses are at high alert; Mulder’s finger is salty and the feel of it against her lips makes her thirsty.

“Do you really not hear that?” His voice is low, his face close to hers.

“I don’t,” she replies in a whisper.

“Someone is singing.”

“You’re imagining things,” Scully says, stepping forward, her heels clicking on the floor.

“Take off your shoes.”

“Excuse me?” She stares up at him.

“We need to investigate,” he mumbles, helping her slip out of her shoes. She can’t believe she’s doing this. As crazy as he might be, she’s not much better. “Let’s go.” He steers her as they make their way through the abandoned hallway. Scully glances up at the ceiling, wondering if any security cameras are catching this. If so, they will surely become water cooler topic number one again.

“There,” Mulder says. Before now, Scully hasn’t paid attention to where they are. Her focus has been on getting out of here. Who works until 10 p.m. on a Friday night anyway? Only Agents Mulder and Scully.

“This is Kersh’s office,” Scully hisses, and Mulder nods, his eyes huge.

“It’s coming from inside.” She can only watch as Mulder presses his ear against the door. His open mouth transforms into a smile and if she wasn’t so scared of getting caught – by Kersh, of all people – she might think of Mulder as adorable.

“Mulder, we need to leave.”

“He’s singing, Scully. Come here.” She shakes her head, not moving. “You want to hear this.” He holds out his hand to her and it’s his smile that wins her over in the end. Doesn’t it always? She takes his hand and lets herself be drawn to his side. There’s no reason for them to stand there tangled together, both with their ears pressed against the door. At first, Scully doesn’t hear it. She’s this close to calling Mulder out for hearing things that aren’t even there when she catches the voice.

“There.” Mulder’s mouth is against her neck and his voice is a low murmur, sending goosebumps all over her body. “Do you hear it?” She’d hear it better without his proximity distracting her. But there it is again. A man’s voice. Unmistakably their boss, A.D. Kersh. Now she understands why Mulder is smiling. She turns, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Hearing him sing is one thing, but hearing him belt out a cheesy ballad in perfect pitch is quite another.

“And you thought I was crazy.” Mulder is grinning from ear to ear as they continue to listen to Kersh’s surprisingly smooth voice. Scully tugs at Mulder’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Let’s go.”

“We’re almost at the great finish,” he mouths. “Listen.” Scully does listen, but more than that, she’s watching Mulder, unable to hide her giggle as he closes his eyes, mouthing the words along. Who would have guessed that Mulder knows the lyrics to “I Will Always Love You” by heart? Kersh hits all the notes behind the door, but out here, Scully is mesmerized by Mulder. His eyes pop open again, twinkling with warmth and amusement. The song ends, with Kersh still humming along. Scully doesn’t have Mulder’s bat-like hearing, but it distinctively sounds as if their boss’s voice is coming closer to the door.

“Mulder,” she insists, tugging at his sleeve again.

“We need to run,” he says and a moment later, they do. One of her shoes slips out of Mulder’s hands on their way to the elevator and he sprints back to retrieve it. Meanwhile, Scully is giggling, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Stairs,” Mulder says when the elevator takes its sweet time. Scully groans, but follows him into the stairwell. They’re standing there, both out of breath, grinning at each other.

“Do you think he knew anyone was listening?” Scully asks, trying to catch her breath.

“No. He was in the zone. Who knew, huh? We only ever hear him bark at us and here he is putting Whitney Houston to shame. What about you, Scully?” He hands her her shoes back, but she’s not putting them back on. Mulder raises an eyebrow but says nothing. They make their way down the stairs.

“What about me?” she asks.

“Are you hiding a singing talent?”

“Mulder, you’ve heard me sing,” she reminds him. “I can’t carry a tune.”

“You carried that tune, Scully,” he says with a wistful look and she glares at him. “You have a nice voice. I mean you’re no Alvin Kersh, but who is?” His grin returns. “Maybe you could give an encore?” They’re almost downstairs now. What a Friday night. Once upon a time, her friends would call and ask her to meet them after work, get a drink, and maybe go dancing. But how can she feel like she’s missing something when she has a Mulder? Who’s invading her personal space while wearing the world’s cutest grin?

“I only sing when we’re lost in the woods,” she says, playing along. Before entering the parking garage, she puts on her shoes again. Mulder waits for her, playing with his car keys.

“So if I find us another-”

“Don’t push your luck, Mulder.”

“Just in case,” he promises. “If we ever do find ourselves in the forest again, you’ll sing.”

“Fine,” she says, but only because she wants to go home.

“It’s a date then,” Mulder says. “See you Monday, Scully.” He jogs off and she stands there, wondering what she’s agreed to.

Did he just say date?

[darkesttimelinestuff]

Fictober Day 4

Prompt #12 - “did you hear that?” "

Camping in October on Martha’s Vineyard is a crapshoot. Foliage is guaranteed, but the chance that the weather will turn is a gamble. 

And Fox Mulder is gambling man. He opted for a cabin, rather than a tent under the stars. They had spent the day hiking, and even found what Mulder dubbed now as their “makeout spot.” It had been a perfect fall day. The sun began to set and temperatures dipped, so they had made their way back to the cozy one-room cabin to continue their makeout session. 

*****

Back at the cabin, Mulder says, “It’s freezing.” 

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Scully says, but doesn’t look up from her book. 

Mulder shudders, says, “I’m getting flashbacks to Antarctica.”

Scully is not sure how to respond. They rarely talk about Antarctica, because really, what is there to say? “Thanks for saving my life” feels trivial. Completely inadequate. And it’s all wrapped up in declarations of passion, the closing of the X-Files, and the ghost of a woman who almost tore them apart. A sore subject best left in the past. 

Instead, she says, “Oh, stop it,” and swats at his legs, perched on her lap. 

Outside the wind howls, slapping leaves against the living room window. It was an autumnal swirl all afternoon, that descended into a spooky scene with the setting sun. 

Scully reaches behind her, grabs the blanket, and spreads it over Mulder. “It’s these old, drafty windows,” she says, and resumes reading her book.

Mulder’s eyes drift closed and after a few minutes, she adds, “I think it’s actually kind of peaceful.”

Mulder cracks open one eye. “Peaceful?” 

“Well, we spent so much time in the city,” she explains. “Even on our cases, in seedy motels, there’s usually more… noise pollution that I’d like.”

“Are you still mad about that time I book us the by-hour motel? Because I told you that was an accident and -” but he stops and cocks his head. Listens. “Did you hear that?” he says, urgently.

Scully remains very still and listens. “It’s just the wind,” she says. 

“No, I heard something,” insists Mulder. “It sounded like screaming.

Scully continues to listen for a minute and after a minute shakes her head. 

Resigned, Mulder sighs and closes his eyes again, his breathing slowing. Scully picks up her book and marvels at how relaxed he’s been. 

After a few minutes the unmistakable sound of a woman’s scream tears through the night. Scully shoots to her feet, dropping the book. Similarly, Mulder tumbles to the floor, face down, panting heavily. 

He lets out a pained groan.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Scully says, bending to help him up. 

“Do you believe me now?” Mulder asks, rising to his feet.

“That definitely sounded like screaming,” Scully agrees. 

“I told you,” he says, bending to meet her at her level. “This isn’t something I’d make up.”

“You’re right. But we need to figure this out now. Someone is clearly in trouble.”

“Way ahead of you,” Mulder says, already tucking his weapon into his jeans, heading for the door. 

“Right behind you,” Scully says, grabbing her piece.

The full moon provides some light. Scully’s stomach is in knots, heart thumping hard. Dread sets in that this could be turning into a case of swamp monster or night fairies, when all she wants was a quiet weekend with Mulder. 

Their feet crunch twenty feet into the woods and they stand back-to-back, waiting. Listening. Another shrill cry echoes from behind their cabin and they head in that direction. 

“Just one quiet getaway…” Scully mutters, more annoyed than scared. 

“What was that?” Mulder asks.

“Nothing,” she relents, and they continue inching toward the back of the cabin, weapons at the ready.

In the back they stop at a rustling in the bushes. It’s darker here, the canopy blocking most of the moonlight. Mulder places a hand on Scully’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. He takes a step in front of her. “Be ready,” he whispers.

Another scream and something tumbles out of the bushes, a tangle of fur and limbs snarling. One creature rips away, yelping in pain, the other runs into the cover of night. Mulder’s arms fall to his sides. “It’s a… a…” he pants, “a…”

“It’s a fox,” Scully deadpans, lowering her gun. “How appropriate, Fox.”

The animal limps, calling behind it one last time, and scurries off into the woods. 

“Who knew a fox could sound like a woman screaming in pain,” Mulder says, sheepishly.

“Mulder, have you never been camping before?” Scully asks. 

“Uh I must have missed those Scout meetings.” And he gives her a toothy grin.

“Next time I’ll take you to camp among the Redwoods where there have been Bigfoot sightings,” Scully smirks.

“Scully, you know the way to my heart,” Mulder says, clutching his heart.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Quagmire (3x22)

She was leaving him, just like his last mommy.

There was a ringing noise followed by all the lights turning on as she ran around their home. His heart started pounding in his chest as she began grabbing all the stuff that she’d marked with her scent: her clothes, the brush with her fur, and even her shoes! What was he supposed to chew on now?!

“Don’t go!” he pled, trying to get her attention by walking in between her feet.

“Queequeg, no barking,” she chastised softly.

With a whine, he stepped back, bowing his head to the floor. He didn’t like being alone. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong. He never saw Mrs. Lowe again after he hurt her, but he’d been trying so hard to be a good boy for Scully.

He was just about to start begging again when she took his favorite toy and put it in the bag next to her favorite toy, perking him up immediately. “We’re going to go for a ride in the car, Queequeg,” she explained.

“Car!” he exclaimed, standing up so he could put his paws on her legs.

“Yep,” she nodded. “My friend Mulder is going to come get us. Remember him?”

His tail began to wag harder, almost knocking him off balance from the force. He loved Mulder! When Mulder came to visit or when he called, Scully was always so happy. If she had a tail, he knew it would be wagging too.

Mulder wouldn’t pet him if Scully was watching. He must be shy. When he was alone, Mulder would scratch his ears and rub his tummy and say how lucky Queequeg was. He was lucky! She always let him sit by her, even if she was in bed, and she always pet him and kissed him. Queequeg was loved.

* * *

“Scully… Do you really think bringing him is a good idea?” Mulder asked.

“Don’t start, Mulder,” she replied, using the same tone she used when something was in his mouth that shouldn’t have been. The command had a similar effect on Mulder as he raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll be good!” Queequeg told him while pacing excitedly at Mulder’s feet. Scully sighed and walked back towards her room, leaving them alone at the front door.

“At least one of you is happy to see me,” Mulder grumbled, leaning down to scratch behind Queequeg’s ears.

If Scully was his mom, did that mean Mulder was his dad? Queequeg never had a dad before. When he was called Scout, Mrs. Lowe never had a Mulder. She had Bald Guy, but Bald Guy didn’t look at her like Mulder looked at Scully. Mulder looked at her like he wanted to sit in her lap and lick her face, and sometimes Scully looked at him the same way. It was weird they didn’t just groom each other.

* * *

Wow! This was the best day of Queequeg’s life! He got to spend all day with his favorite people. During his walk with Scully, he even found the thing Mulder had been whining about!

All day, he kept talking about “Big Blue.” Luckily for him, blue was one of the only colors Queequeg could see. And see he did. Right when he was about to take a poo, he noticed a big, blue animal crouching in the woods.

“Look! It’s Big Blue!” he yelled, lurching forward while ignoring the leash tugging on his neck.

“Come on, Queequeg,” she replied. 

She wasn’t taking him seriously, so he tried again. “It’s Mulder’s friend!”

“Queequeg, we're not going to go into the woods. Come on, do your business. I thought you had to go.” 

He kept pulling on the leash, begging her to come with him. Mulder would be so proud of him! “Queequeg! What is it?” she exclaimed, reluctantly following him.

She must’ve been scared, but she shouldn’t be. He was here to protect her. Big Blue bared his teeth at the pair, and Queequeg felt his tail stand straight up. With a surge of anger, he rushed towards the creature, breaking free of his leash. “Don’t look at her like that!” Queequeg yelled.

He heard her yelling at him, but Queequeg was on a mission. He had to defend his family.

* * *

He didn’t know when the man in the black robe picked him up, but he was relieved. For a second there, Queequeg thought he was about to be eaten! It’s amazing how much bigger the creature looked up close.

“Where am I?” he barked, looking around.

“Home,” the man said, his face obscured by the clothes he was wearing.

Queequeg whimpered and bowed his head in shame. He knew Scully didn’t like him wandering away from her. He’d scared her, and now he didn’t know how to find her again. She was going to be so mad at him.

“Scully thinks you’re a good boy,” the man in black said. Queequeg felt his heart thump excitedly in his chest. “You were always such a good boy.”

The man set him down, but when Queequeg tried to follow him, he tsked, adjusting his grip on the large scythe he was holding. “There’s someone here who’s been wanting to see you.”

Queequeg cocked his head to the side before he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Then, a voice from far behind him called out his name, “Scout!”

His old Mom!! His legs couldn’t run fast enough, he kept tripping over his feet from the force of his tail wagging so hard.

“I missed you so much,” Mrs. Lowe beamed, holding him close to her chest while he licked the water off her face. “I’m so sorry I left you alone.”

He knows he did much worse to her, but he can tell by the way she’s kissing him that she forgives him. Maybe she hadn’t wanted to leave him after all. 

This really was the best day of his life.

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[muldermuse]

Haunted House (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Welcome to the Muldermuse October spooky writing thing!!!!!!!!

I posted a drabble earlier and here is something slightly longer. Hope u enjoy <3333

You know someone is home; the lights are on, the muppets is blaring on the TV and there are toys littered across the hallway. Dinner was halfway cooked and left simmering on the hob, there was a glass of wine poured for you, yet there was no one around.

Usually, when you returned home from work you were greeted by the stomping running feet of your 3 year old daughter with Fox shouting hello from whichever room of the house he was in. Tonight, the house looked lived in but with no sight of your small family.

“Hellooo, anyone home?” You shout as you kick off your shoes and shrug your jacket off your shoulders. By looking at the carnage in the living room, it looked like Fox and May had had a busy Friday. Barbies were sat up on the couch with colour blocks and crayons covering the floor. Blankets and pillows were displaced and it looked like Fox had attempted to make a fort, which you imagine your daughter was either completely uninterested in or destroyed in 30 seconds with a huge grin on her face.

You hear a giggle and running feet upstairs, it’s quick and you can hear Fox shushing as the movement stops. You can hear hushed voices as what you assume is your bedroom door creaks closed. You slowly head up the stairs, trying to listen out for any further noise.

“May? Fox? Is anyone home? I think I can hear a ghost” You call as you inch further up the stairs. You can hear your daughter’s muffled giggle as you make it to the top floor of your home. The only light to illuminate the upstairs is a lamp and the longer you stare at it; the darker everything seems to be.

You can imagine how excited your daughter is, your mischievous girl is probably thrilled at the prospect of terrifying her mom after a long day at work. Her and Fox had most likely planned this escapade earlier in the day with both of them counting down the hours until they could scare you. To be honest, you’re actually incredibly impressed at how quiet she’s being so you decide it’s time for the big scare.

You walk over to the master bedroom and exclaim, “I hope the house isn’t haunted!”. As you put your hand on the doorknob, a small figure wearing a white bed sheet runs out shouting BOO. You reach down to pick your daughter up and spin her around as she breaks into a fit of giggles.

“Ghost!” She exclaims as you pepper her sheet covered face with kisses. Fox is leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. Fatherhood suits him more than you ever expected. He isn’t as clean cut as when you first got together. He has more stubble, his hair is mostly a mess and his wire rimmed glasses always sit at the bridge of his nose. “I think we scared Mom, May”.

You place your daughter back on the ground as she looks up at you through the cut out holes in her white bedsheet. Her eyes are identical to her fathers and you think about how every day she looks more like Fox. “Scary, right Mom?” She says as she wraps her ghostly arms around your legs. 

“Super scary” you reply as Fox winks at you as he places a kiss to your forehead. 

“Welcome home to your haunted house, baby"

[xxsksxxx]

Shadows and Light

Summary:

Mulder and Scully arrive in a small rural town to look into a ghost sighting.

Their journey takes them to an eerie, abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest.

As they delve deeper into the mysteries of the cabin and the strange noises they hear, they find themselves confronting their own beliefs and fears.

Notes:

As a long-time reader of X-Files fanfic, I have always greatly enjoyed the captivating stories that the many, many talented writers in this fandom have written about our favorite agents.

Writing fanfic is a journey I never thought I’d take. I’m both excited and scared. But here goes nothing, so here’s my very first fanfic.

I hope reading it will give you at least a fraction of the joy I had writing it.

AO3 | @today-in-fic

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Cabin

The sun hangs low in the late afternoon sky, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of trees. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, sending a shiver down Mulder's spine. He tightens the collar of his coat, glancing at Scully, who stands beside him, her expression focused and determined.

The abandoned cabin looms before them, its weathered walls and broken windows giving it an ominous appearance.

They'd arrived in the rural town earlier in the day after receiving reports of a ghost sighting from a hiker. He'd been walking cross-country and spent the night close to an old cabin in the woods. And that's where he met the ghost, scaring him so much, he'd packed up and gone running back to town. The local people hadn’t been happy to see the FBI arriving in town, asking questions about ghosts. After Mulder had to pointedly show his badge a few times, a woman at the local diner had finally tipped them off that there had been rumors about a ghost in the woods for as long as she could remember. She had given them directions to the old abandoned cabin in the woods and sent them off.

“Do you think there's anything to this ghost story, Mulder?” Scully asks, her voice steady.

Mulder tilts his head, considering her question. “It's hard to say, Scully. People's beliefs and fears can often manifest into something they can't explain. But we won't know for sure until we investigate.”

Scully nods. The prospect of confronting a ghost adds another layer of intrigue to their already interesting case history. She fleetingly thinks about how Skinner will react to their case report later.

As they approach the cabin, the breaking of little branches on the old path beneath their feet echoes in the stillness of the late afternoon. The air is crisp and carries the scent of damp wood and earth. The cabin seems to stand frozen in time, a relic of a past waiting to reveal its secrets.

A sense of mystery and anticipation grips them both as they exchange glances. Mulder's eyes gleam with the excitement of the unknown, while Scully's analytical mind is already processing the details of their surroundings.

They step closer to the cabin, their flashlights cutting through the fading daylight. The beam of light reveals a broken down wooden door of a long forgotten, abandoned place.

“Mulder, be careful. This place looks like it's ready to collapse at any moment,” Scully warns.

Mulder smirks, giving her a playful wink. “Don't worry, Scully. And if any aberrations want to grace us with their existence, I'll make sure to not ask any dangerous questions.”

Scully rolls her eyes, but the hint of a smile lies on her lips. She knows about Mulder's habit to lighten the mood with humor.

Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past

As they step into the dimly lit cabin, Scully's heart skips a beat. An eerie hush envelops the place, and she can't help but shiver despite the layers she's wearing. Mulder, always curious, strides forward, his eyes scanning the barren space with an intensity that matches the determination in his voice earlier.

They're surrounded by the remnants of a life left behind—a broken chair, an old rug, and dust-covered books strewn across the floor. Scully carefully scans the room, her keen eye looking for any evidence that might shed light on their case. The surrounding silence seems to intensify, as if the cabin itself is holding its breath, waiting to reveal its long-buried secrets in the waning light of the late afternoon.

“Looks like someone's been here recently,” Mulder remarks, his eyes fixated on the old mattress lying in one corner. Scully follows his gaze and nods thoughtfully.

“It seems like they sought refuge here,” Scully observes, her voice loud in the silent room. The blanket draped over the mattress is faded and worn, but someone had taken shelter under it, seeking solace from what she can only imagine.

Mulder's gaze falls upon the flashlight resting on a dusty shelf. His fingers graze over its surface, and he raises an eyebrow as he examines it closely. “This flashlight looks newer than everything else in here,” he points out, a hint of intrigue coloring his words.

Scully slowly walks around, the old floorboards creaking beneath her feet. Her eyes dart around the cabin, taking in the sparse belongings and the book on mythical creatures lying open on a small table. It's a curious mix of objects.

They continue their search, their movements cautious yet purposeful. As they search through the dusty shelves and worn objects, a faint sound resonates through the air, like the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. Scully's senses go on immediate alert, and she exchanges a puzzled glance with Mulder. It's a strange noise, one that isn't immediately explainable.

“Do you hear that?” Scully asks, her voice hushed, as if afraid the sound might vanish if she speaks too loudly.

Mulder's brow furrows in concentration as he listens intently. “Yeah, I do,” he replies, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

The cabin's walls seem to absorb the sound, making it challenging to pinpoint. They both take cautious steps, trying to follow the faint echo, only for it to disappear and reappear as if it's teasing their senses. Mulder's brow furrows, and he reaches for his flashlight, hoping to shed some light on the mysterious noise.

“Mulder, this is strange. Let's go back to town and try to find out who is spending the nights here,” Scully suggests, her eyes never leaving his face. As she speaks, Mulder shines the flashlight around the cabin, revealing nothing but dusty corners and forgotten furniture.

He nods in agreement while taking a final look around. Reluctantly, they decide to abandon their search for the mysterious noise and head back to town.

Leaving the cabin, they find themselves bathed in the cool evening light. The distant calls of birds and rustling leaves fill the air, lending an almost surreal atmosphere to the surrounding woods. As they walk back to their car, curiosity gnaws at Scully, and she wonders if the locals hold any information that could unravel the mystery.

Chapter 3: Ghosts

As they stand outside the cabin, their breaths visible in the chilly air, Scully feels a tinge of apprehension. The silence hangs heavy around them. The mysterious noise has disappeared.

While Mulder pulls out the car keys to their rental and gets behind the wheel, Scully takes another look around. Her attention is drawn back to the present when she hears the car only giving a few labored sounds before falling silent again. Mulder twists the car key repeatedly, frustration evident on his face as the engine refuses to start.

Scully takes out her cell phone and checks for a signal, taking a few steps around. But the “No Service” message remains unyielding, leaving them stranded in the middle of the woods.

With a frustrated growl, Mulder gets out of the car and steps back next to Scully. The encroaching darkness wraps around them like an oppressive shroud, and Scully shivers, seeking warmth and comfort by wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

“We should probably go back inside,” Mulder suggests, guiding her towards the cabin's entrance with a hand at the small of her back.

Inside, the air is musty, and Scully wonders about the person who sought refuge here before them. Who’d spend a night out deep in the woods in an abandoned cabin with nothing but an old blanket and a book on mythical creators? Well, aside from them, that is. She throws Mulder a fond sideways glance. Only he would find an outrageous tale about ghosts worth investigating.

“Do you think we're alone here?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mulder pauses, his eyes meeting hers. “I don't know, Scully. There's something strange about this place. Maybe our mysterious visitor with the fascination for mythical creatures will come back.”

Outside, the night deepens, and the woods come alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Scully can hear the distant hoot of an owl, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Reluctantly, she sits down on the old, worn mattress and tries to get comfortable. She can feel weariness settling in, watching Mulder's flashlight cast long shadows on the walls while he searches through the old shelves.

With a triumphant shout, he holds up a big pack of long matches and walks over to the fireplace. Within a few minutes, he’s built a small fire, its crackling warmth bringing comfort to the cabin. They sit close to the flames, their shoulders touching, and for a moment, Scully forgets about the strange cabin and their predicament.

“You know, Scully,” Mulder begins, his voice soft and reflective, “sometimes I wonder if we're meant to find all the answers we seek.”

She looks at him, captivated by the contemplative look on his face. “What do you mean?” she asks, genuinely curious.

Mulder gazes at the dancing flames. “Maybe it's not about the answers themselves, but about the journey we take to find them. The people we meet, the experiences we share—maybe that’s the real truth.”

Scully takes a moment to process his words. Their shared experiences have certainly been a revelation, even if they didn’t get them all the answers. Yet, she corrects herself.

As the fire crackles before her, Scully's mind wanders back to only a few months before. Surviving cancer had been a deeply transformative experience, one that had forced her to confront her own mortality and reassess her priorities. It had also strengthened her bond with Mulder, bringing them closer together in ways she could have never imagined.

Her gaze flickers to Mulder, his profile illuminated by the flickering flames. He'd been her rock through the toughest times, never wavering in his support and belief in her.

“What do you mean,” she questions.

“Scully, I can't help but feel that we're chasing shadows, quite literally,” Mulder confesses.

“Shadows?”

“Sometimes it feels like we're running in circles. And now, with everything that happened in the past year…” His voice trails off, the memories of her battle with cancer haunting him as well.

“I just can’t help but wonder if this is really the right path anymore. There's been so much evidence that it's all been a lie, you know. Maybe it’s all really about making people believe, so they don’t question anything anymore,” Mulder continues.

“And at what price. It was just too close. If you had died…,” he trails off, looking away.

Scully carefully takes Mulder’s hand, entangling her fingers with his, and squeezes. “Then you would’ve kept looking. And you would’ve found a way to help other women who they experimented on.”

Mulder stays silent, his hand solid and warm in hers. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know if I would have. I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

Scully turns back to look into the flames, both sitting in silence.

Chapter 4: Journeys

With no option but to wait for daylight, Mulder tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “You know, Scully, if this turns out to be a ghost, we'll have to rethink all our theories about the afterlife.”

Scully can't help but smile, grateful for his attempt to ease the tension. “I'll leave the ghost theories to you, Mulder. I'm more interested in finding a logical explanation for all of this.”

He chuckles, the sound soothing to her ears. “Ah, but where's the fun in that? Sometimes, we have to embrace the unknown and let go of our need for certainty.”

Scully gives him a playful nudge. “Easy for you to say, Mulder. You thrive on uncertainty.”

He grins, his eyes sparkling with affection. “And you keep me grounded, Scully. We balance each other out.”

They smile at each other, the warmth of the fire and their shared history creating a sense of intimacy.

“You know, Mulder, I never imagined my life would turn out this way,” she admits, her voice soft and introspective.

“What do you mean?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I mean, I always wanted to be a scientist, to follow the path of reason and logic. I became a medical doctor to help people and a pathologist to get them the justice they deserve. And then I met you, and everything changed. And it's been a rollercoaster ever since,” she explains.

Mulder smiles, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. “I'm glad you’re on board, Scully. Do you ever regret it?”

Scully looks at him, her face earnest. “Never, Mulder. You've challenged me, pushed me to question my beliefs, and showed me things I couldn’t even imagine. I can't imagine my life without it.”

He turns his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers once more.

“Even when it costs you so much, Scully?” Mulder replies softly, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. “Is it really worth it for you?”

Scully nods, her gaze lingering on their intertwined fingers. “I wish it didn’t cost Missy her life. That’s my biggest regret. And I wish I’d never been abducted. It caused mom so much pain….” Mulder flinches and grips her hand tightly.

“No! Mulder, I don’t blame you for any of that. The only people responsible for that are still out there. And we will find them,” Scully continues. She ducks her head, trying to see his eyes.

“But sometimes, I can't help but wonder if we're chasing the wrong answers. It feels like we're always on the edge, searching for answers that may never come,” Mulder replies.

Scully's gaze softens as she listens to Mulder. She takes a moment to absorb his words. She's faced her own share of skepticism along the way, questioning if their pursuit of the truth will ever get them the answers to their questions. Especially in the last year, when she’d been fighting for her life. The moments of doubt had been outweighed by the profound impact they'd had on each other. Their shared journey had become more than just chasing answers; it had become a testament to the special bond they share.

“You're right, Mulder,” she responds gently, “It can be frustrating, but it's also what keeps us going. The pursuit of the truth, no matter how elusive, is what drives us.”

Scully gives Mulder’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “We may not always find the answers we seek, Mulder, but the journey itself will get us closer. It's what keeps me going, knowing that we're in this together, no matter how challenging it gets.”

Mulder smiles, his eyes warm with appreciation. Their hands remain intertwined, the fire's warmth and their unwavering connection providing comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

Scully leans her head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. “I’ve been thinking a lot since last year. The things I want to do, now that I know I’ll have the chance, the things I never pursued because I thought there was so much time and all the things I still want to prove to myself.”

He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. “I understand, Scully.”

She lets out a sigh, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. “I realized, I want to live up to everyone's expectations, including my own. There's so much pressure. I want to be strong for you, for our work, for my family, but sometimes it feels like I'm failing at everything. It can be exhausting, Mulder.”

He kisses the top of her head, his lips brushing against her hair. “You don't have to be perfect, Scully. We're human, and we're allowed to have doubts and fears. That doesn't make you any less capable or strong. You're not alone in this.”

Scully turns her head and gives Mulder a pointed look. He can’t help but laugh. “I know, I should listen to myself, huh?”

She just turns her head back and puts her head back on his shoulder, his warmth seeping through his coat, warming her cheek.

Their conversation lingers in the air, the weight of Mulder's words resonating in Scully's mind as her eyes start to droop. They settle into their makeshift sleeping arrangements. The crackling of the fire provides a soothing backdrop to their thoughts, and the warmth of their connection lingers even in the silence between them.

Mulder puts the blanket over them both as fully as possible. It’s not much, but with their added body warmth and the small fire it’ll get them through the night.

Just before closing her eyes, Scully glances at Mulder once more, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

In the warmth of the fire's glow, Scully feels a glimmer of hope for the future—now that she has one again. There may not be a ghost or an answer to what that hiker really saw and the world may still be full of questions and secrets, but she knows that she's not alone. She has Mulder by her side, a constant presence in their ever-shifting lives.

Chapter 5: Encounters

As the night wears on, Scully finds herself drifting closer to sleep, lulled by the flickering flames and Mulder's steady presence beside her. But just as she's about to succumb to slumber, a strange noise jolts them awake, their senses instantly on high alert.

“What was that?” Scully whispers, her heart pounding in her chest. The sudden interruption shatters the tranquility of the moment, and the tension returns, reminding them of the mystery they are here for.

Mulder's grip on the flashlight tightens as he sits up, scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. “I don't know,” he replies in a hushed tone. “Maybe it's a rat.” Mulder silently gets to his feet, with Scully right behind him. Both agents pull their guns.

They slowly start exploring the cabin again, their flashlights casting long, wavering shadows into the dark corners. Scully's instincts are on high alert, and every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside makes the hairs on her arms stand up.

“Mulder, do you think we're alone here?” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone—or something—to be lurking in the shadows.

Mulder's eyes scan the dimly lit interior of the cabin. “I'm not sure, Scully. It's possible that whoever sought refuge here before may be back again.”

Just then, a strange noise echoes through the cabin, causing both of them to freeze. It's the soft, almost ethereal sound again they heard a few hours ago. Like the whisper of a ghostly presence. Scully's heart pounds in her chest as she grips her flashlight tighter.

“What is that?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mulder raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “I'm not sure, but let's find out.”

With caution, they move toward the source of the sound, their flashlights sweeping over every corner of the cabin. And that's when they see him—a complete stranger, standing in the shadows near the far corner of the room.

He's an old man, hunched over with age, dressed in tattered clothes that seem to blend with the surrounding darkness. His hair is a wild mass of curly hair, and his eyes hold a depth of wisdom that seems to pierce through Mulder and Scully's souls.

Neither of them speaks, unsure of what to make of this unexpected visitor, their guns trained on their strange late night guest. How has he managed to find them in the middle of the woods, in the dead of night? And how did he get into the cabin without them noticing?

Mulder takes a step forward, his voice steady but cautious. “Who are you? Are you okay? How did you get here?”

The old man remains silent for a moment, his gaze shifting between Mulder and Scully as if assessing them. Then, finally, he speaks, his voice soft and weathered. “I apologize for intruding. I sought shelter and thought this cabin was empty. My name is Peter.”

Scully and Mulder exchange glances, uncertain about how to proceed. Peter's presence seems almost ethereal, and the circumstances are strange, but he appears to be unarmed and doesn’t really pose any danger.

“And why are you out in the middle of the night?” Scully asks suspiciously, her gun never wavering.

“I’m searching for something and the darkness surprised me,” he explains.

Peter slowly moves closer to where they have set up their blanket. Scully raises her gun and takes a step back. The old man stops immediately and holds his hands up.

“Do you mind if I sit down for a bit? It should get light out in only a few more hours, and then I'm on my way,” he asks Scully.

Scully hesitates, but then lowers her gun and Mulder follows suit.

“Yes, have a seat, Peter. I’m afraid we only have one blanket and this old mattress, but it should be better than having to stay out in the woods,” Mulder explains.

“What are you doing here anyway? This is not exactly a place for city folks like you,” Peter mumbles. He slowly lowers himself to the mattress and sighs when his knees pop.

“We’re with the FBI, and we’re here to investigate the sighting of a ghost. We’re waiting for morning as well to get back into town,” Mulder continues, watching the visitor carefully. “Did you ever hear anything about that?”

Peter chuckles. “A ghost? Well. There are many old stories about ghosts being told around here. You know, those dark woods are made for scary tales.”

Scully snorts before sitting back down on their blanket and giving Mulder a pointed look.

Mulder gives her a chagrined smile and sits down as well.

“Can’t argue with that, I guess.”

Chapter 6: Shadows

The old man moves his hands closer to the warmth of the flames but stays well away from the fire.

“So, a ghost is what you're looking for. Pretty unusual activity for the FBI, I’d say,” he gives them a sideways glance. “Well, since you like ghost stories, let me share a mesmerizing tale I once heard, of a man who was also searching,” Peter begins. “It might even relate to your ghost—and your search.

“A long while ago, not far away from this cabin and in these woods, lived a man who was burdened with the weight of life's struggles. You see, he'd been an outcast all his life, and all he wanted was to find the purpose of his life.

“He figured, if he found the meaning of life, his life would become wonderful. He'd finally have the answers to all his questions, he'd know what to do, and everything would have a purpose. So he set out one day to find this elusive purpose of his life. He met many people along the way, some of them happy, and some bogged down by their own existence. One day, fate had a peculiar twist in store for him, leading him to a mysterious encounter that would prove to change the course of his life forever.

“Amid the busy streets and bustling crowds of a big city, a figure draped in a mysterious gray cloak appeared before him. This enigmatic stranger, whom the man knew nothing about, offered him a tempting deal—one that would grant him great wisdom and answers to all the questions he'd been seeking. It was beyond his imagination.

“All he would need to do was one little thing. He'd have to sell the cloaked man his shadow. The man thought for a bit, but then decided there was no real use for a shadow anyway. And if it would get him all the answers, he'd been looking for, his quest would finally be complete. It seemed too good to be true.

“He agreed to the tempting proposition, unknowingly sealing his fate. The man in the gray coat smiled, and before the man could think any further about what he'd agreed to, the stranger was gone. And all of a sudden, everything seemed clear to him. Every question he'd been wondering about immediately had an answer in his mind as soon as he thought about it. And suddenly it all made sense. With newfound wisdom at his disposal, he decided to finally return home, hoping to escape his past hardships and live a perfect life from now on.

“But, as we often find in life, every choice has consequences. His decision led to an unforeseen circumstance—instead of being welcomed with open arms, people still avoided him. He now might have all the answers, but time and people had moved on. And no one really cared about his answers anymore. Even his own family just wanted to forget about all the old questions and hard times of the past. Some had even already passed on, and he hadn't been able to say goodbye.

“Instead of the wonderful life he’d hoped for, he became an outcast for a different reason than before. He didn't have a shadow, and people quickly avoided him and considered him an object of fear and curiosity. And he lacked any purpose. Everything seemed unimportant and trivial now, and he spent all his days walking around the town and the woods to find something that could return the purpose to his life, his quest for answers had been.

“The emptiness of his existence weighed heavily on him as he tried to find a place to belong. And he realized that all the answers could never give him the closure he'd really been looking for. Instead, they'd turned him into even more of an outcast.

“In his desperate need to understand, he set out to undo his plight, and so the man embarked on a new journey to locate the elusive figure who had changed his life forever. And once again, he encountered people who both hindered and helped him on his new quest.

“One day, he came face to face with the enigmatic stranger once more. At that moment, as he sought redemption, he discovered the true value of his own identity and the significance of embracing oneself. He'd sold himself for his quest for answers. And so the man found that nothing could replace the essence of who he was. In the end, it's all hollow. His quest for purpose and finding answers was all nothing when he had to pay with his own shadow.”

The old man pauses and stares into the dying flames of their little fire from his spot at the far edge of the old mattress. Mulder and Scully watch him silently, Mulder fascinated, Scully thoughtful and a bit skeptical.

“You may wonder why I'm telling you all this. Well, we're in this man's old cabin right now. This is where he used to live many, many years ago. Deep in the woods, seeking his purpose and later, after his return until the day he died,” Peter continues.

Scully raises an eyebrow. “And he didn’t have a shadow.”

Peter smiles and the skin around his eyes crinkles as he looks at Scully. “That’s how it’s told, yes. It’s said that he’s appeared to several people over the years, that have been lost, looking for their purpose in life.”

The cabin is eerily silent. Suddenly, the last flames flicker and die, plunging them into complete darkness except for the still-glowing ash.

“Well, as exciting as that was, I think we're out of light and shadows now as well,” Mulder jokes uneasily. “Let's try to get some sleep, and we can discuss this some more in the morning.”

*** A/N:

The story Peter tells Mulder and Scully is based on the 1814 novella "Peter Schlemihl's Miraculous Story" by Adelbert von Chamisso. I've adapted it slightly to make it fit better with Mulder and Scully‘s experience.

Chapter 7: Light

As dawn breaks, Scully and Mulder awake to find Peter gone. The soft rays of sunlight filter through the trees, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor.

“I can't believe he disappeared like that,” Scully says, her voice tinged with a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.

Mulder nods, his gaze distant as he contemplates the possibilities. “It's like he was never really here. But I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than meets the eye.”

“Maybe he left early and didn’t want to wake us,” Scully says, and Mulder nods slowly.

“Please don’t tell me you think he was your ghost!” She exclaims.

Mulder keeps looking at the trees, trying to find any trace of their midnight visitor. “What did you think about that story he told us? About the man who sold his shadow?”

“I think it’s an old ghost story people tend to make up when it’s cold and dark outside and there’s not much to do except entertain each other,” Scully answers while turning around, eyeing her cellphone in disapproval.

“Still no signal,” she sighs. Mulder checks his phone as well and nods. “Mine neither.”

They gather their sparse belongings and prepare to leave the cabin. The air is cool and crisp, hinting at the approaching autumn. The leaves rustle softly in the breeze, creating a soothing background to nature's sounds.

“Let’s try the car one more time. Maybe it’ll start now,” Mulder suggests. He pulls the keys out of his pocket and gets in the driver seat.

The car starts without any issues.

Mulder stares at Scully through the windshield, his implications clear. Scully raises an eyebrow, her scientific mind seeking a logical explanation. She gets into the passenger seat, more than ready to leave this strange place behind.

As they’re slowly making their way back, Mulder's mind races with theories, and he can't resist sharing his thoughts with Scully. “You know, I've been thinking. Peter never stepped into the light last night. I don’t remember seeing his shadow either.”

Scully snorts and crosses her arms. “Mulder, there’s no such thing as an object without shadow when there’s light around them. It’s simply not possible.”

He hesitates, his eyes searching hers for understanding. “I know it sounds far-fetched, but think about it. We never saw his shadow, and now he's gone without a trace. It's like he was never really here.”

Scully considers his theory but remains skeptical. “Mulder, there has to be a rational explanation for this. That man was there last night. And since there are no such things as ghosts, he most certainly also had a shadow.”

Mulder stays silent, contemplating the events of last night. He can't shake the feeling that Peter's presence has something to do with their conversation earlier. About the purpose of his quest and the meaning of life.

Scully is just as silent, staring out of the window, deep in thought. She squints her eyes against the morning sun. The encounter has stirred something deep inside both of them, leaving them once again with more questions than answers. But this time the questions may be answers as well. Only to different questions.

As they get closer to town, Mulder turns to Scully and grins. “Hey, Scully, why do ghosts make good cheerleaders? Because they have a lot of spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, but can't help a small smile. “Only you would make a joke like that, Mulder.”

“Well, you know me, always trying to keep things entertaining,” he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Entertaining is one way to put it,” she retorts playfully.

“Ah, come on, Scully, where's your sense of adventure? You've got to admit, life with me is never boring,” he says with a grin.

“That's true,” she admits, her smile growing more genuine. “You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting.”

Mulder winks at her. “And you have a way of getting me back down to earth. We make a great team, don't we?”

“We do,” Scully agrees, smiling at their familiar banter. “Even when you lead us into some of the most bizarre situations.”

“Hey, it's all in the name of the truth!”

They smile at each other, both comfortable in their car in the middle of nowhere, as they continue their journey. The cabin with its open questions fades slowly behind, but they’ll keep finding comfort in the journey itself, even if the destination remains ambiguous.

The End ***

Thank you so much for reading. You can also find this fic on AO3.

[oohnotvery]

Wherever Is Your Heart (Chapter 10)

PART III

Scully

Several Months Later

Scully wakes to a sharp chill all around her. Down to her bones, she is cold, miserably so. The only sensation in her body seems to be frigidity. There is no smell, no sight, no touch, no memory.

All she knows is that she is very, very cold.

Slowly, though, her mind starts to sharpen and she begins to take in things around her. Upon opening her eyes, she notices a bright, blinding whiteness all around her. It burns her sensitive retinas and she squeezes her eyes shut until tears leak out and down her cheeks.

When the pain passes, she realizes she is cocooned in something—a blanket or a jacket, perhaps—and wherever she is, she can hear the sharp, howling noise of the wind. It is a fierce, rip-roaring sound and it scares her.

And then, with a start, she realizes that she is naked. Not just down to her bra and underwear, no. She is as naked as the day she was born. Horror and terror mix in her stomach and she sits up quickly as bile rises to her throat. The brilliant white around her is less painful this time when she opens her eyes and she leans over to retch—but nothing comes out. She ends up dry heaving violently until she feels a warm hand at her back and fingers moving to pull her hair away from her face.

“Scully, Scully,” she hears, the sound of her name patient and persistent even over the raging winds outside. “It’s me, you’re okay.” The voice repeats like a metronome, steady and patient and calm.

When she’s done coughing, when her system seems determined not to spontaneously and violently throw up, she takes a long breath in, wincing at the frigid air entering the lungs. That patient, waiting hand on her back begins stroking soothingly down her spine, its movement encouraging her to keep breathing slowly.

“M-mulder?” she eventually whispers past chapped lips and a dry throat. Her body shakes violently and goosebumps trip down her arms and legs. She feels strong arms encircling her and pulling her back down, down, down into something warm—the blanket, maybe, or, no . . . it’s a sleeping bag.

“I’m here,” he confirms quietly, and his voice is so calm, so sure of itself. She trusts, just for a moment, that even though she doesn’t know what’s happening, she is safe with him.

It is as she lies down into the cradle of his arms that she realizes he is naked too. Fully, completely naked.

She goes rigid as her thigh slides across his genitals, shocked by the unfamiliar sensation and terrified by the memories she doesn’t have. 

Briefly, she wonders if she’s dreaming, but the cold is too realistic for that.

“I’m sorry that we’re, uh, sans clothing,” he jokes timidly, and she waits nervously for some elaboration. Were they robbed? Captured? Kidnapped? Attacked? Or did they strip down willingly?

“Mulder, I need more,” she eventually croaks out when he doesn’t seem like he’s going to continue.

He sighs heavily and she blushes as her body moves up and down with his exhale. “You were dying,” he says, “from the cold. This seemed like a medical necessity.”

She takes it in, closing her eyes as memories awaken in her mind. She is starting to remember, but what she remembers horrifies her.

He shifts them slightly and she realizes that she has not even dared to look at him.

“Where are we, Mulder?”

A pause. “Antarctica.”

She swallows past the dryness in her throat. “And more specifically?” Her eyes rove over the space around her. She sees windows above her covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, but apart from that, she can’t place herself.

Another pause. “Inside a Sno-Cat.”

“Does anyone know we’re here?”

She feels him swallow. “I called for rescue. There was no reply.”

“No gas?”

“Not enough to get us anywhere. I burned through most of it trying to get you warmed back up. You were hypothermic for a while, not even moving, which is why I resorted to . . . this.”

She takes a second to collect herself, to face the reality of their situation, and then she shifts onto her shoulder, facing Mulder. She ignores the way her thigh once again brushes his genitals and the way her belly presses against his firm torso. She ignores the way his body starts to respond to her closeness and props herself up on her elbow to stare down at him.

He looks up at her, his green eyes dark and somber, his bottom lip protruding slightly. If their situation weren’t so dire, she would hate this a lot more. She would despise being this close to him after all they’ve been through. Yes, he’s made it pretty clear that he wants her sexually, but love never seemed to cross his mind. And love is what she needs from him.

After their conversation at the coffee shop, she half-expected him to do something crazy. To go all-out trying to win her over. He had said he wanted her, for God’s sake. But nothing happened. Life continued as usual—cases, travel, field work, autopsies, monsters, Tyler. And Mulder drew back; he pulled away. They didn’t talk about their personal lives, and they never again brought up what happened that night in her apartment. It very nearly broke her heart.

“Well,” she finally says, shaking herself of her gloomy thoughts, “this seems like an appropriate way for us to die.”

His mouth twitches slightly. “I somehow always knew we’d die together,” he tells her.

She rolls her eyes. “That’s touching, Mulder.”

They fall silent but their eyes stay locked. Something in his expression changes and he reaches up to push a lock of hair out of her eyes. The tenderness of the gesture coupled with her physical exhaustion brings unexpected tears to her eyes.

“I tried to save us, Scully,” he whispers, his brows pulling together painfully.

Her throat thickens with sudden emotion. “I know you did, Mulder.”

She leans down and presses her face into his cheek, trying to enjoy the scritch of his stubble against her skin and forget that they’re dying. He turns and their noses bump, and then he dips his lips to touch hers. The kiss is so soft, so tender, just a closed-mouth press of his lips to hers. When he pulls away, he is watching her with a sad, tender expression. Her heart beats in triple time. Why is he doing this?

“Was that just because we’re dying?” she breathes.

He huffs a quiet laugh and shakes his head. “No, Scully, it’s not just because we’re dying.”

She quirks an eyebrow at him and he returns to her, kissing her a little more firmly as he strokes her windburned cheek with the back of a hand. He is so gentle with her, like she’s made of glass. There is no lust here, no desire, no yearning. It is pure affection, and it melts her.

Moved, she opens her mouth slightly and presses back into him, letting him kiss her and taste her, letting the tears that start to fall mingle in their mouths.

If this really is the end, maybe it’s all she can hope for to die in Mulder’s arms. Even though he’s never felt for her what she feels for him, this is the only person she wants to be with at the end of all things. Love or not.

Eventually, the cold, her physical exhaustion, and what she suspects is the onset of a fever start to make her feel drowsy. Unable to keep her eyes open, she lets her lips slide to Mulder’s cheek, where she rests with uneven breathing. He continues stroking her cheek, his lips traveling up and down her face until eventually, he too stills.

“Scully, I love you,” he breathes into the Sno-Cat.

Her heart stutters in her chest, all thoughts and feelings sliding to a complete stop. “You what?” she manages to whisper.

A noise sounds in the back of his throat, low and painful. “So much, Scully. You are the great, great love of my life.”

All she can think is that if he is being honest, there have been a thousand missed moments. A thousand heartbreaks. A thousand wounds.

“How long?” she whispers.

His nose shuffles in her hair. “Always,” he murmurs. “Always, Scully. Since the night you came to my room with mosquito bites.”

She thinks back to the Christmas party, back to the mysterious blonde woman, back to his tongue between her legs, back to the coffee shop, back to the million moments in between. Why now? Why not then?  

“You told me you wanted me,” she reminds him through tears. Her heart twists in agony. “Want is not love.”

“Want is not love,” he agrees, running a thumb across her breastbone. “But I thought it was so obvious. I thought you knew.” His breath ghosts her cheek. “Scully, I thought you knew.”

Stunned into silence, she shakes her head. She is angry and enraged and relieved and surprised, but she is too tired to tell him any of this.

“You never said anything,” she mumbles into his chest. She doesn’t understand, but she can hardly keep her eyes open. “Why did you wait? All this time, to tell me only in death.”

“I should have told you,” she hears him whisper, the apology ghosting across her face.

He kisses the moisture from her cheeks and then returns to her lips, parting them with his tongue, pressing her deeper into their sleeping bag.

She wraps her arms around his neck and lets him continue to kiss her, to love her. He is gentle with her, his lips and tongue and hands steady, sweet, and so, so tender. He loves me, it makes her believe.

When she finally gives in to the exhaustion, she doesn’t expect to wake.

[cowboyhatesithere]

hi fox mulder i’m not sure if my story will be very useful to you but i figured i’d send it anyway just in case it might help with your research. when i was very young my grandmother took me to visit my family’s gravestones across multiple cemeteries and by the time we were done visiting them all i still wasn’t ready to go home so my grandma agreed to take me to one more cemetery. at the other cemeteries i wasn’t scared in fact i was having fun looking at the different gravestones and was fascinated by a married couple deciding to be buried alongside their three cats. but at this final cemetery that was located in the middle of the woods things felt different. it was a circular cemetery filled with tall grass and surrounded by trees. the only thing of note was an old shed off to the side that was slowly crumbling with age. all of the gravestones were early 1900s and older but my grandfather was still determined to read each gravestone that was still legible in order to see if a long lost relative happened to be buried there. with each gravestone she looked over i was beginning to feel more and more anxious and the world around me started to feel less real. i distinctly remember seeing tiny blue butterflies i had never seen before and that was the thing that set me off and caused me to start begging my grandmother to take me home. there were noises coming from the woods and she was claiming not to hear them. i felt like we were being watched but nothing i said would stop her from reading gravestones and she ended up reading every single one before she finally decided to take me home. i told my parents this story when i was 15 and after we went out to dinner a few weeks later they drove to this same cemetery without warning me and it made me cry from anxiety all over again. i guess im asking you mulder do you think there could have been something paranormal in the woods? or was it all a part of a young kid’s overactive imagination?

Dear citizen,

I'm now arranging a side quest episode for Scully and I to explore this area, as I do believe something paranormal lives not just in your woods, but all woods. There's always something in the woods. A child's imagination isn't even much more perceptive to these things, but it is generally more open to the possibility of it. As you grow up, be sure not to lose your sense of trust for things you see, or as the kids say these days: hold on to your whimsy. You'll need it.

[soberfructosecornsyrup]

X-Files, Season 1, Episode 20: Darkness Falls

I shit you not, this episode opens with the eagle noise lmaoooo .This show is after my heart.

Night bees? I hope it's night bees.

Being lost in the forrest at night terrifies me. What's even more wild, Blair Witch Project did not scare me in the least bit. I hated that fucking movie.

This Steve fellow looked familiar, but I didn't know where I saw him from so I googled it, and he's been in a bunch of SVU episodes. While typing this, I was thinking "Maybe I should do this with SVU" But there's 539 episodes and counting...nah I'm good on that. I've seen everyepisode though.

Another eagle noise, I'm starting to think I'm hallucinating them now.

They are touching this cocoon with no gloves. I would be throwing up and crying touching a corpse cocoon.

Another eagle noise lol. I should probably figure out what it's actually called.

The way Steve is hurling around monkey wrenchers makes it seem like a slur.

Sometimes I wonder if I could hotwire a car.

RIP Steve, being eaten by glowing bugs.

The large denim shirt/vest combo Scully is wearing is peak 90's fashion. Shit is atrocious.

Homie came back, good for him.

And fell victim to his own traps lol dummy

And now his ass is dead too.

And they're saved by men in white hazmat suits...

Mulder got some ashy ass lips.

This episode was alright, kind of a weak ending though.

Next will be Tooms, looks like our boy from Squeeze is back.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 20 "jose chung from outer space" thoughts

dare i say it, once again… new favorite episode??

okay, my previous favorite episode was an ENTIRELY different direction from this one, but i’d say there should be one best episode for serious stuff and one best episode for the silly!!! and this takes the silly crown!! and tbh i can't make an actual hard and fast rating anyway because there are so many great things to choose from- but this is amongst them, for me, in terms of legendary episodes!

please, join me on this ride, which i enjoyed each second of, and will need to someday rewatch without pausing every 0.5 seconds to jot something i noticed down. the live experience begins beneath the cut.

it’s been 84 years…. (3 days since i’ve seen an episode)

ooo, this sounds interesting! is scully going to work with an author?? are we gonna learn more about the things that she reads?? this is prime content to a person like me

stars…. space ship….. filled with tubes and wires and other such things…… just kidding!!! it’s a guy working on some electrical stuff. whilst two people drive by!! i thought they were mulder and scully at first but they are not

“um, i don’t want to scare you, but i think i’m madly in love with you” says this guy who is not mulder but actually named harold to this girl who is not scully but is actually named chrissy. OH! and this is the first date. so that was a weird thing to say. i thought it was quite sweet at first but that changes things for sure.

GASP! UFO be upon them. creatures are coming out to get them. she asks what they are and he says “how the hell should i know?” ooo ooo i know! they are aliens 👽 and then the two fall on top of each other like they are knocked out… and the aliens drag them away???? 

until a king kong looking fellow rolls up. very puppet-y. and the aliens don’t know what this creature is either!!! and also ask what that thing is and the response is “how the hell should i know?” haha i see what you did there... out aliening the alien

bum bum bum bum…. (<- my attempt at recreating the noise of the intro)

now, what was that? i'm stuck on the king kong and godzilla love child puppet….

scan up on mulder’s iconic poster!!! and a guy is here who is yet again not mulder. his name is mr. chung and mulder will NOT talk to him… oooh, what is their beef…?

mr. chung is saying he always felt alienated on this planet, who can even imagine actual aliens! and he has a point there.

oh! scully is a big fan of this fellow, which is why she agreed to talk to this guy!!! he calls her beautiful, which is true, but time and place 

so he isn’t even interested in aliens, but his publisher said he should write a book on the matter. he is going to create a NEW genre: non fiction science fiction, a gimmick that will give him money. this seems somewhat disappointing to scully, who must be a believer in artistic integrity, but i find his honesty refreshing.

she wants him to tell the truth, but apparently he spent 3 months in kass county where all this stuff went down, and NO ONE could tell him what actually happened. the truth is just as subjective as reality. which sounds like something i learned in history class. and, it helps explain why everyone with an alien story starts with some variation of, "i know this sounds crazy, but"...

so he wants HER version of hearing of the case. also he touches her arm and... let's slow down a little there, mr. chung.

OHHH we are seeing a story told in flashbacks!!!! narrated by scully!! how wonderful!!!

this girl is suffering from “missing time”, a phenomenon we have come to know well here on this blog. also her clothes are inside out and she has signs of abuse. not looking great for her.

apparently mulder prefers the term “abductee” to “experiencer”, which mr. chung has valid disagreements with. we go on, however.

this poor girl is seeing aliens that are not there and her nose is bleeding. WAIT! it’s the guy from before! harold and chrissy! he comes to her window to say he did everything he could but she rejects him, thinking he had drugged and assaulted her. yikes.

harold is testifying that he was abducted by aliens, but no one believes him. he stuck to his story UNTIL our agents arrived!

(MULDER SAYS SOMETHING VERY OUT OF POCKET HERE ABOUT GOING TO PRISON BUT LET'S KEEP MOVING)

despite this announcement of presumed prison time, mulder brings chrissy in for questioning. asking her if she has all the symptoms of “post abduction disorder”, which she confirms, while scully rolls her eyes with great force in the background. and he talks the girl’s parents into letting her do hypnosis.

“what is your opinion of hypnosis?”, mr. chung asks scully, which is something i also have been dying to know! i mean, we saw her do a little bit before, but it didn’t seem to be a positive experience. she says it has therapeutic value, but has never been proven to enhance memory; it even makes memory worse. a very balanced and doctor-ly answer! 

LMAO scully is so cute… mr. chung mentions another book he wrote and she proclaims it “one of the greatest thrillers ever written” <- STOP I LOVE HER SHE IS SUCH A NERRRRD 😭😭

mr. chung said the FBI knew nothing about how hypnosis worked back during the MK ULTRA days… and he is fascinated by the idea of a person’s consciousness being transformed by listening to words. admittedly very fascinating! you could probably say the same about meditation, no?

(but he speaks to the power of storytelling, i realize now in hindsight! how we find ourselves wrapped up in the tales of things that never happened, how it fills us with sorrow or joy! how fascinating! i see what you did there, writers!)

cutscene to hypnotizing chrissy. who is seeing aliens. she is on a space ship wearing a fit that looks very similar to a lady gaga chromatica era performance, but it has tubes attached to her. harold is in a very similar contraption!!!!

she says the aliens are arguing without moving their mouths and she hears the lead alien in her head saying it’s for the good of her planet. and he is stealing her memories? um. for what purpose...

scully is serving looks in the corner while this goes down, looking mad as hell and very good. she says chrissy's abduction story seems a little TOO typical… and i have to agree! but mulder says no, there are TWO people with the same story! they can't both be lying, surely!

LMAOOOO they play with censoring the dude who comes in and yells at them… “well, of course he didn’t actually say ‘bleeped’” 

(BAHAHA i’m loving this insight into how scully’s memories operate. so this angry man is named detective manners)

“you still gonna hold the boy?” “oh, you bet your blankety-blank bleep i am” <- i am a simple woman, and an actor delivering these lines with a straight face whilst surrounded by other actors keeping a very straight face is going to make me cackle. look at her looking so bored while he says that. i’m howling!!!!

anyway, harold has a very different story on what went down that night, that did not seem to involve gaga-inspired fits, but instead they were both placed in electrified cages. while another alien in a nearby cage smokes a cigarette. he seems to be what i would call “an unbothered king”

in this story, harold claims that he will protect chrissy and never let anything happen to her, and of course something immediately happens to her while he hides in the corner like a baby. lmao.

and this alien is talking in english! not telepathically! he keeps repeating “this is not happening” until harold ALSO gets taken by the thing that took chrissy. 

mulder is trying to figure out what is going on, but his predictions aren’t lining up with what happened to harold. scully is pacing and looking pissed, and again, very pretty.

“you know when you’re a kid, and you tore the legs off a bug for no reason?”, asks harold (cutscene to mulder’s face with visible confusion) LMAOOOOOOO

scully getting to business: did you engage in consensual sexual intercourse that night? she is not messing around! she's had it up to here with the shenanigans of harold and chrissy!

harold is very very quiet until he says that her father will kill him if he finds out!!! gasp!!! confirmation!!!

so is this whole story just… a cover up??? for fornication???

scully vs mulder time. “so what if they’re having sex?” he asks, which is funny coming from him; and anyway, he claims it happened BEFORE the alien stuff went down. but she thinks they’re traumatized, and that is more likely than alien abduction. 

until detective manners bursts in and claims he has an eyewitness to what went down! he used more blanks and bleeps and again the straight faces killllll me

and ALL OF THEM telling their stories start with “i know how crazy this all sounds” just as mr. chung had described LMAOOO. now who tf is this dude who says he was an eyewitness?

(i’m taking soooo many notes because i keep laughing and noting things. which is a good problem to have!)

this dude, named roky, spent 48 hours straight writing down what he saw, and said that by looking at this, they are putting their lives in danger. so okay. better be juicy.

he says his garage door opened up, a car pulled in, and a man told him some facts about venus. he says they put him in a trance! and that they were in all black……

mr. chung says that myths of men in black garments are nothing new!!! so take THAT, men in black legends, you are one of many.

back at roky's place, the other dude in black says jimmy carter thought he saw a UFO once, but it was just venus. roky is scandalized, grabs his paper, and states that he is a REPUBLICAN.

(omg jimmy carter is going to be 100 in a few months god willing…..)

this man in black is saying that roky saw VENUS and nothing else, just VENUS. and not to tell anyone he saw anything but VENUS or he will die. and then the car drives away. 

so after that build up, he gives mulder the manuscript, and says he is packing up and leaving. bye bye roky. hope you find some peace.

mulder is reading this story to scully who is sprawled on the bed, looking, again, angry and hot. it seems he is describing that earlier puppet-y action.

oh! roky was the electrical guy from the very beginning!!! he hides in his truck but the king kong looking fellow says “be not afraid” and that he is needed for the good of the earth? what is with the good of the earth here.

cutscene to a very baffled looking scully laying in bed as mulder continues to read LMAOOOOOO

AND ROKY’S STORY SAYS HE WENT NOT TO OUTER SPACE, BUT INNER SPACE HELPPP!!!! now, inner space is towards the core, if you, like me, were unaware. also, king kong godzilla dude’s name is Lord Kinbote, so jot that down.

mr. chung says he has a copy of roky’s manifesto- which was sent to his publisher? and LMAOOO the story is disturbing both for its soul orgy scenes and the fact that it is written as a screenplay 

well, surely your partner didn’t believe any of it, mr. chung states! “mulder’s had his share of peculiar notions” is scully's carefully worded reply... LMAOOO 

cutscene to her sitting up from the bed and calling him nuts <- LMAOOOOO but HE says that whatever roky saw may have triggered some delusions, and that the only story that doesn’t add up is chrissy’s, so he is calling to get her re-hypnotized, much to scully’s indignation!

so back to the hypnosis. and chrissy is now mirroring harold's story exactly. oh! she says the people who took them are from the air force?? so where did the gaga slay outfits go... 

the air force men are arguing in front of her. and then they say to “rinse her out”. saying it is for the good of her country. and stealing her memories!

so WHO is doing the real memory stealing here….. the aliens or the government?? an age old question!!! one that is at the heart of this series.

scully and mulder fight over what is going on, and he thinks that this might have nothing to do with aliens, until detective manners shows up with news that a crazy blankety blank claims to have an ALIEN BODY!!

(what if it’s a raccoon with mange…)

again, the man recounting this story begins with “i know how crazy this is going to sound”, but then says he wants to be abducted by aliens. well! i’m sure that’s a sexual thing i don’t care to unpack.

cutscene to mr. chung interviewing this same man, who wishes to go where finding a job is not a requirement. he was looking in a field for UFOs. and when he called the authorities upon spotting one, the agents show up!!

he says that scully was a man dressed as a woman but not pulling it off??? RUDE AS HELL! jail for 10,000 years. "HER HAIR WAS A LITTLE TOO RED, YOU KNOW?" LMAOOOOO and mulder was the “tall, lanky one” with a blank expression. well yeah that is an accurate depiction.

AND ACCORDING TO THIS GUY'S ACCOUNT, WHEN MULDER SEES THE BODY, HE SHRIEKS LIKE A STARTLED SQUIRREL I’M CRYINGGGG. so scully says to wrap this body up!

BUT THEN SHE GRABS HIM AND SAYS TO NEVER TELL ANYONE HE SAW THIS I’M CRYINGGGG... that had to be such a silly scene to film 

okay, seeing the part about subjective truths now. this is so funny... why is this loser making scully a hater in his version!!!

she’s PISSED to hear he claims she said this LMAOOO and that is ridiculous!! they even let him view the autopsy!!

so mulder takes this weirdo’s camera and records the autopsy?? scully cuts his brain open. and the tape ends up on late night television LMAOOOO

SCULLY IS SO EMBARRASSED THAT SHE IS ON THIS ALIEN HOAX AUTOPSY TAPE... I’M CRYING SOMEONE SAVE HER!!! and the host of whatever show they end upon is STUPENDOUS YAPPI FROM THE CLYDE BRUCKMAN EPISODE!!!! i'm howlingggg

she’s mad that whoever got the film edited out all the important scientific findings!!! like the two layers of skin!!!

wait. it’s a zipper. this is a dead guy in an alien suit. LMAOOOOOOOOO

the weird UFO cameraman kid is ill after realizing it was an ordinary dead guy, and scully looks deeply pained as he runs away to get sick LMAOOO

so: who is this dead guy? he was in the air force! and his name is robert. but who arrives but more people from the air force!! are they here to bury him?? or question the agents…

the folks from the air force want robert back, so she has to break the news that he is dead, and being kept for investigation into kidnapping. can they see him? scully is like yeah sure but mulder says no!!! but you CAN talk to the other AWOL guy we brought in. GASP!! a bluff!!! and it works!! from this they learn there is another missing guy!

LMAOOOO except it doesn’t go as smoothly as intended, and mulder is all “hmm he was here a few minutes ago… guess he’s still AWOL… anyway wanna see the body?” I’M CRYING THIS MANNNN IS SO RIDICULOUS 

but bad news: the body is gone. 

cameraman UFO guy is sitting on his floor watching the autopsy tape. when in bursts… the men in black from the earlier garage scene!!!! they knock him out. 

he claims mulder slapped him back to reality. and that he ALSO threatened him... me when i lie.

so mulder doesn’t have the tape. but when he drives home a fully naked man is walking about in the woods. it’s the other missing lieutenant, jack!! he is repeating “this is not happening” in the same voice as the alien as before!!!!! HUH WHAT IS GOING ON?

mulder takes jack to eat. he claims to have piloted the "UFO", and that all the abductions are military stuff, and at the base the abductees are messed with mentally, until they come out convinced they were probed by aliens. 

well okay, if its all the government, than what abducted YOU, jack? he isn’t sure about anything at all anymore, even if he exists. until who walks in... but the military!!

wait, mulder points out, it can’t all be fake- who was the third alien? jack seems to know him by name- lord kinbote. HUH?

and mr. chung heard a story about that same night from the cook at the restaurant! apparently mulder ordered sweet potato pie? huh, that’s interesting. and he kept ordering more and more pies with each question he asked the chef. LMAOOOO I just KNOW that scene was hard to film!!!! scenes where people eat always make me wonder how many times they had to have that damn bite of pie. 

but he claims there was no jack, nor any air force personnel at all. just a hungry mulder. again, so what is the truth...

mr. chung points out that scully doesn’t seem too phased to learn about all the contradictions in this story, and she says well no, not after what happened next. because when he got back to the motel, the men in black were in her room, going through her stuff! they claim she went to get some ice. he’s got 'em at gunpoint, screaming WHERE IS SHE!!! all protective, okay i see you. but she really did go to get some ice???

okay… man in black says that some alien encounters are engineered by the government and then exposed to discredit truth seekers. and mulder counters, well, people say the men in black also do purposefully strange things, so that anyone describing them sounds crazy! they proceed to… try and hypnotize him?

BUT IT’S ALEX TREBEK WHO IS DOING THE HYPNOTIZING???? LMAOOOOO HAS HE BEEN THE QUIET MAN IN BLACK THIS WHOLE TIME??

mr. chung is GAGGED, and wants to know if it WAS alex trebek, but sadly scully cannot confirm, for has no memory of this!! 

she woke up the next morning to mulder in her room….? and mr. chung is also gagged to hear this. me too tbh like did he just sleep on the couch? well we know that is how he sleeps at home so i guess i'm not shocked.

mulder’s trying to explain that she didn’t just "let him in" last night, but detective manners calls and says they found a bleeping UFO.

and what is it but…. a plane!! a secret plane!! and who are they carrying away on stretcher but the missing airmen, jack and robert???? SO HOW DID THEY DIE!

mr. chung puts his pen down, baffled, and scully points out that this story may not have a lot of closure, but it’s more than some of their other cases, which is funny because it is true. and she’s playing with her earrings and it’s so cute.

cutscene to mr. chung typing at his place. until a shadow approaches and he holds a tiny gun!!!! he is ready for a showdown but it’s… mulder at the door?

WAIT how does chung recognize him… did scully show him pictures i'm crying

mulder is in chung's apartment, asking him to not write the book, because it will do a disservice to a field that has always struggled to maintain credibility. we can’t understand these alternate realities yet!!! well. compelling argument... but mr. chung needs a paycheck. 

OH! and mulder suspects that the book is a “covert agenda” of the military industrial complex. always theories upon theories with this guy...

mr. chung says the book WILL be written, but he needs an explanation from mulder: what really happened to those kids on that night?

his answer: how the hell should i know?

(it was so perfect, i thought the episode would end right here)

mr. chung says he has deadlines, and mulder looks very sad, very previously neglected shelter dog rizz, and walks out. back to mr. chung’s furious typing. 

okay, so the cameraman now works for the electrical company roky worked for. because roky moved to california, preaching on purification and the inner earth and core enlightenment. right right right makes sense.

cutscene to scully reading the finished book by mr. chung!!! she is fictionalized as “diane” who is “noble of spirit and pure of heart” but “nevertheless a federal employee” LMAOOOO

and mulder is “renard muldrake” LMAOOOOO that is such a funny name... he's watching something in bed shirtless as his fictionalized self is being described- “a ticking time bomb of insanity” AND HE’S WATCHING THE BIGFOOT TAPES BAHAHAHAHA

chrissy now is an environmental advocate and harold still loves her but it isn’t required. aww harold :(

mr. chung ends by saying that we are not alone in this universe, but in our own way, we are all alone.

NEW BEST EPISODE CONTENDER???

this feels like one of those posts where people make up a bunch of information and then it all gets proven wrong so it is described as a "net zero information gain" bahaha

but don't get me wrong, i don't fully understand what happened, but i loved it. i was laughing, i was enjoying seeing the subjectivity of one story to the next, i was enjoying scully and chung time, and despite all the silly, we still got clues on the whole "is it aliens or the government" thing. and sure, maybe it doesn't make immediate sense, but you have to ponder these matters to learn what is at their heart!

so what DID we learn? well, some alien cases might be the government! but i guess that is still a "might", so maybe we can't truthfully say we LEARNED it. we learned that scully is a big fan of mr. chung!!! we learned that mulder is fiercely protective of his line of work from all his years of being ridiculed! and that he watches the famous bigfoot tape for fun and also maybe like sweet potato pie? it was unconfirmed.

i really enjoyed the playing with perspective, seeing how one character saw things, and then another. and seeing mulder and scully threaten that dweeb was so funny because it was so out of character and had to be silly to shoot.

and i thought it was impressive how it managed to tie back to the big alien and government mystery while still making me laugh so hard. how many past episodes can be analyzed through the lens of certain things being faked for exposure? and what REALLY happened to those airmen? we still don't know if mulder's convo with jack even happened! and we never will!

i came to appreciate the company of mr. chung immensely, even though i thought he was gonna be creepy after calling scully beautiful and touching her arm, but i suppose that he was just a genuinely sweet fellow. you can't blame me for being suspicious after some of the things she gets put through, but i'm sure that if i picked one of his books off the shelf, i, like scully, would be a fan.

overall, i am deeply pleased, and would love to give this a rewatch sometime when i am not taking notes so i could appreciate the pacing in more detail. man, season 3 has really been killing it, huh? and i'm nearing the end!!

[baronessblixen]

Scully looks at her son in her arms. William appears a bit anxious, catching glances around him. They had decided to spend the afternoon at a farm in the country, knowing how much William loves animals. But he seems reluctant to leave her arms, as he is impressed by all the sheep surrounding them, and how much noise they make.

« Look at the baby, William! » Mulder says encouragingly when the farmer brings out a newborn lamb.

Scully reassures her son, telling her that the baby lamb is just like him. If there’s sudden movement, it will scare him away too. « Look how soft he is, honey ! » she coos. The farmer, holding the lamb in one arm, brings out a bottle of milk « do you want to give the bottle, buddy? »

Can you finish this small fic I started ? 🙏

William remains uncertain, his big eyes darting between the lamb and his parents.

"You don't have to," Scully whispers into his soft downy hair so only he hears it. He's becoming restless, his curiosity growing. All week long, he'd been talking about sheep and lambs and how he wanted to see them.

"Let me try," Mulder says, winking at William. With her son still in her arms, Scully watches as the lamb nestles in Mulder's nap and hungrily sucks at the bottle, droplets of milk flying around. William giggles seeing this and Scully feels him slip from her arms. She refrains from reminding him to approach the lamb slowly and just lets it happen.

The boy is careful, checking with his father and when Mulder nods, William sits next to him. The farmer and Mulder transfer the lamb over to William's arms.

"Ready?" Mulder asks before he hands William the bottle.

"I'm feeding the lamb!" He exclaims and as soon as he realizes how loud his voice is, he quiets himself. "Sorry baby lamb," he says, pressing a noisy kiss to the lamb's head. The animal is unperturbed and keeps suckling.

"Yes, you are," Scully says and her and Mulder's eyes meet. His smile is as bright as his son's; they're a matching set. Her own face must look similar. Tears of joy shoot into her eyes, but she blinks them away. She knows that as soon as they leave here, William will badger them about getting a lamb as a pet. And knowing Mulder, he will come up with reasons why it's not the worst idea. Seeing her son this happy, to see him sit still for five minutes, is worth it.

[unremarkablehouse]

What happens in Kroner

M15+ | S6 after Rain King |AO3

Summary: Part 1 of my new series. Mulder and Scully wake up together on their last day in Kroner and decide to test the boundaries of their relationship.

@today-in-fic

Sunlight peeking through the broken venetian blinds was a welcomed omen for Scully, who had been lying in bed waiting for a sign that this limbo would soon be over. The weather was clear and finally they’d be on the first puddle jumper out of Kroner, Kansas. Mulder casually rolled over to face her, groaning as his body surrendered to waking up, grumbling a ‘morning’ to a very awake Scully. The anxiety of sharing a bed with her partner was enough to keep her from falling into a deep sleep the night before and the noise from the other motel guests returning from the reunion didn’t help the matter. Somehow Mulder managed to block all of this out and fall into a deep sleep, while Scully watched his sleeping form with envy.

“Mulder, do you realize you say my name in your sleep?” Scully’s tone is inquisitive, and although Mulder knows he should feel some sort of embarrassment, he’s tired of this dance and is ready to lay his cards on the table.

“Actually, you’re not the first one to tell me this.”

Scully lifts her eyebrow, wanting to know what other bedfellows he’s had and surprised to hear that this is an established pattern.

“Just from the guys, oh and Skinner-“ Mulder answers.

At the thought of Skinner saying something Scully shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose while Mulder continues to dig a deeper hole.

“Good thing I don’t have a more active social life or my sleep talking could get me in trouble.”

“Good thing.”

The room is starting to feel more charged and Scully takes this casual comment as confirmation that Diana hasn’t been participating in any adult sleepovers. Tenderly brushing hair out of her face Mulder scoots up to make sure they’re face to face, they both know the intimacy they’re enjoying is stolen, but it doesn’t stop them from reveling in it any less. Mulder attempts to break the mounting tension by continuing his ramble.

“I guess saying your name in my sleep would probably be no less awkward than if I were to call you before bed.”

“Mulder, why would you call me if you’re in bed with another woman?”

“I always talk to you before I go to sleep-“ Mulder’s countenance is so earnest that Scully’s heart swoons with his admission. Her hand finds it’s way into his hair and she’s unable to resist scratching the hairs on the back of his neck. “I think the subconscious talking you could probably play off but the conscious choice to call me before bed would be a deal breaker for any sane woman.”

Mulder gives a laugh, “very true. I’d also have to explain why they’re getting introduced to your mother before mine.”

“What?!”

“Every time we talk Maggie asks me if there’s someone special and has made me promises to introduce her-“

“Oh God-“

The realization that her mother has been subjecting Mulder to the same interrogations over his love life is mortifying. Scully rolls onto her back and covers her face, cringing at the thought.

“Scully, now you know the real reason I’ve been single for so long. It’s not just because all womankind have unanimously decided I should be alone, but I am actually scared about introducing anyone to your mother.”

Scully can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, Mulder’s soft chuckle harmonizing nicely with hers.

“Welcome to the club. Your instincts are right, she is the worst to introduce any dates too.”

“Is this because of what happened when she met Marcus?”

Scully stops dead still at the mention of this particular anecdote, which she knows for a fact she’s never shared with Mulder.

“Mulder, just how often are you talking with my mother?”

Feeling a little defensive, Mulder quickly retorts “a normal amount!” Scully says nothing but her raised eyebrows challenge his statement loudly enough.

“Seriously, it’s not like we chat. We just talk because I call her whenever something happens to you, and she also checks in every once in a while if she hasn’t heard from me.”

“That’s the definition of chatting!” Scully is bemused by the discovery of Mulder’s relationship with her mother. Just when she thinks she has this man pegged he comes out with some new endearing facet that makes her love him just a tiny bit more. “At least you know she approves of you.”

Mulder unconsciously twines their fingers together and smiles at her.

“I wouldn’t say she approves of me. Just because I’m her adopted problem child, doesn’t mean she thinks I’m good enough for her daughter.”

“Trust me, my mother adores you.”

“You’re telling me that the very Catholic Margret Scully would be ok with us being a couple? I’m not buying it.”

“Ask her next time you chat-”

“We don’t chat!”

Scully can’t help laughing at Mulder’s exaggerated frustration.

“On that note, I’m going to shower now. You should probably avert your eyes. From my casual exterior it might seem like I haven’t noticed I’m in bed with a beautiful woman, but my body definitely knows.”

“It’s a perfectly natural physiological response Mulder. So you have little nocturnal penile tumescence.” Scully’s tone sounds unaffected but her smarmy dig doesn’t go undetected.

“Little! I’m not going to take that lying down!” Before Scully can move away Mulder has her pinned down and is tickling her ribs while Scully squirms and squeals. It only

takes a few moments before Scully demands a truce, Mulder yields satisfied his point has been made. They both stop and catch their breathe, staring at each other and shaking of the tail end of laughter. After a pause Mulder’s face suddenly turns serious as if he’s remembered something of vital importance. This is a look Scully has seen many times and assumes he will be darting out of the room any second with some vague statement, off to find monsters or chase his latest crazed theory. Instead, Mulder slowly leans over and gently places a soft, chaste kiss on Scully’s lips, retreating quickly with a sheepish smile.

“What was that for?”

Scully is surprised by this sudden move but can feel a big smile on her face, mirroring Mulder’s grin.

“I just realized we’re flying out of here in a tin can. If we go down I don’t want Sheila to be the last person I kissed.”

Scully chuckles, “well in that case.” Her hand moves to the back of Mulder’s head, he takes the signal and lets her pull him in for another kiss. The kiss is slow and tenuous but definitely less chaste. Her hands move to his cheek as the kiss deepens, while Mulder’s hand slowly strokes her hair. It is not the frenzied passionate kiss she thought they’d share when they finally submitted to their feelings but there is a gravity to this kiss that anchors them to each other with an enormity that feels all consuming. What was meant as a simple kiss has turned into one of their conversations, each taking turns to lead while the other remains fully engaged. Despite its long duration, there have been no attempts to progress things further on either side, both content to stay in the shallows of this first step but unwilling to pull away or stop.

Always in sync they finally pull back at the same time, fear and trepidation thick in the air, neither sure what to make of this turn of events. Finally, Scully looks Mulder in the eyes, she can see he shares the same fears and concerns, conflicting with want and she’s emboldened by this realization.

“What happens in Kroner stays in Kroner?”

With a huge smile Mulder agrees and moves his head back down to continue kissing her at their previously established slow and luxurious rate. He’s caught off guard when he feels Scully’s foot guiding up his calf and hooking him in so he’s forced to move closer. Mulder’s restraint snaps as he’s pulled in to Scully’s body. His tongue thrusts into her mouth while his body grinds against hers. Their hands rub and pull on each other, dying to get closer, losing themselves in each other. Each roll of Mulder’s pelvis is met by Scully’s, their bodies connected in some primal dance. Mulder’s body heat permeates through Scully as the friction overwhelms her senses. This isn’t a high school make out session, their bodies have become an extension of one another and Scully soon finds herself climbing towards release. Intuitively Mulder’s body responds to hers as he thrusts and grinds with just the right pressure to send her soaring over the edge. As her orgasm begins to engulf her, Scully pulls away from his lips, resting her forehead on his while she unravels. Before Mulder can follow suit an ominous chirping sound resonates through the room and breaks the spell. Realizing it’s Scully’s cell phone, Mulder rolls off her so she can answer it. Scully answers her phone, and he can’t help but smile to hear her voice is still affected and she sounds slightly out of breath. The call is brief and she passes on the confirmation that their flight out of Korna is scheduled to leave at 10. The phone call is like a bucket of ice water on them, each unsure how to proceed. Mulder makes the first move and gets out of bed heading for the shower, offering Scully a high five on the way. She obliged but rolls her eyes as she does it.

When Mulder reaches the bathroom door Scully calls out, “Mulder-“

“Yeah?”

“I was wrong.”

The statement hangs in the air for an eternity and Mulder panics that Scully might be regretting their earlier indiscretion. Scully sees his tortured face and laughs, clarifying her statement, “you’re definitely not little.”

Mulder has no response to this, Scully got him good. The best he can do is throw his tshirt at her face, shaking his head in amusement.

Now he just needs to work out how to make this all happen again outside of Korner.