Vignettes and Short Stories

After Monday
"If I told him I remembered that day, I wouldn't be able to stop the fear from pouring out of me. He'd feel it. He would know what it felt like for me to watch him slip away."

And Back Again
"He sat back to regard the image before him. She had handed him the cardboard mailing tube as if she knew nothing about it, too nonchalant for him to believe her. And now she stood quietly in the hallway, watching him as he tried to figure out what the words meant to him now."

Broken     (Mature Content)
"The basement. It seemed like a lifetime ago since they had worked there, side by side. Scully shoved the memories of the banter, the camaraderie, aside. Things weren’t like that anymore. She focused on the space in front of her, willing herself not to sneak a glance at him."

Call it a Feeling
"And I wonder if we should learn something from this. If there's a reason life handed us an infinite number of opportunities to save ourselves from dying in that bank."

Contradiction     Mature Content
"Anger flowed within her, pulsing in her temples, twitching through her, filling every inch of her. White noise filled her mind, replacing any thoughts or tactics she'd originally intended to use in this situation, a situation she'd realized only moments ago she'd always regarded as inevitable. The energy of her rage built up in her, gathering together into a single intention borne of complete irrationality."

Dead
"The ride into work happened in slow motion. But familiar. The sensation. Like I'd done it before a hundred times just like this. And the surprise -- or what surprise could filter through the haze -- sank in. It was familiar because I'd been here before. It was almost as if I couldn't remember being any other way."

Generosity
"The person who invented the mall, she thought to herself, should be roused from their sleep at 2:30 in the morning, tortured by the best sadists the late twentieth century had to offer, and then shot. In the stomach. Twice."

Hands     (Mature Content)
"Continue the conversation? They hadn't even started the conversation. There was so much he had to know. Like, what exactly did his hands do in her fantasies? And what was the rest of him doing when they were doing it?"

Here
"Dana had been loved before. Dana had been in love before. But Mulder had created Scully and he loved her. Scully."
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Mystery
"The moon shines in the sky because it catches the light of the sun. I'm not your moon," she said, and he knew she was adamant.

Perfectly Happy
"He allowed himself one moment to indulge in his reaction, one moment in the sure, clear knowledge that he loved her. It filled him, sweet and strong, and his hand moved to take hers. He swallowed, taking in the last air he would breathe before telling her, and himself, how he felt."

Pulse
"And then there's silence. The silence saying what I can't quite say. You're safe. I felt like I was dying with you. I love you."

Quiet
"Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep, he would imagine the feel of her in his arms; an experience he didn't have nearly enough. He'd lost track of how many nights she was the last thing on his mind before sleep finally claimed him."

The Saddest Lines
"And just look at the sky. The stars, they're so beautiful. Like light reflecting off the ocean. Like the sparkle in Scully's eyes. And the wind, blowing around the house, its sound mellifluous and full. Like her voice, as beautiful when she's admonishing me as the rare and magical sound of her laugh."

She
"She pushed her way into my life at a time when things were finally slipping into place. Her mere presence had the power to shatter my world. And the fact that she would have that power made me feel frustrated and weak; weak being something I've fought resolutely not to be."

Whole    Mature Content
"Somehow, he'd have to forget the things he'd seen that night. Scully would never mention them to him again -- of that he could be sure. She would pretend, just like she'd asked him to do, that none of this had ever happened. If he wanted her to be happy, he would grant her wish."

Novel-Length Stories

Il Commendatore     Mature Content
"Nevertheless, Mulder, I doubt that even you believe that demons came and took this opera singer, playing the part of Don Giovanni, down into the depths of Hell."

"You have to admit, Scully, that's one Hell of a bad review."

In the Water     Mature Content
"All for you, Mulder. It's all been for you. It had taken her a long time to acknowledge it, that she had been used each time only to control Mulder. They didn't fear her contribution to their quest, they sought only to manipulate her partner through the things they'd done to her."

Possession     Mature Content
"Scully, would this be a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?" Mulder asked, apparently trying to lighten the mood. When the single overhead light cut out, sending them into total darkness, he added, "And that I'm afraid of the dark?"