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brave-clarice · 4 years ago

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“Clarice” Liveblog: Episodes 5 & 6

Since these are extraordinarily late, I tried to keep them more concise/focused than before. I’m sorry for how long it’s taken me to (almost) catch up. And to the handful of you who’ve enjoyed these and encouraged me to do them: thank you!

Episode 5, “Get Right With God”

the music at the beginning of this episode might just be in the maintenance guy’s headphones(!) but it was still a…Choice.

there’s something so tragic about watching Clarice be unable to use her legs… :’(

this whole scenario feels like a twisted parallel universe version of the end of Hannibal.

glad to see Ardelia finally has her priorities straight and is going to fight for her best friend! let’s forget her Episode 4 subplot ever happened.

good: the warrior finding a weapon even in the direst of circumstances!

bad: those damn moths are back. at least this time they might be drug-induced.

“she worked Bill alone” no, she didn’t. not really. (Hannibal: I’m right here.)

stop trying to make Likable Paul happen, it’s never going to happen!!!

I HATE the “Reesey” nickname, y’all. HATE. IT.

plus, we know that her dad called her “Baby”?

her father’s appearance doubles down on the end-of-Hannibal vibes...Not Sure If Want.

wow, Clarice is being literally tortured? thanks, I hate it!!!

really doubt that Clarice’s Pinto used to belong to her father (who drives a truck in the books??)... weird flex.

and how would she even have gotten it? her mother would either have driven that car into the ground out of necessity or else have sold it for the money the Starlings needed so desperately.

Pintos also weren’t super high-quality cars and were definitely not built to last ~20 years.

Clarice already being able to chat with her father whenever she needs to really undermines the therapy Hannibal will eventually give her, but…I guess they’ve already accepted they’ll never make it that far?

“you’re trying to get in my head” yeah, and she’s doing it, too–’cause she learned from the best!

“you get an answer, I get an answer, Felker.” she’s Hannibal’s girl all right.

this episode’s had flashes of brilliance before diving back into…whatever tf watching one of your favorite characters of all time being tortured is.

I really wanted Ardelia to say that no, but Clarice was like a sister to her.

it took FIVE episodes to get some lamb imagery, but we’ve been looking at moths for the entire season?!

oof, Clarice voicing her own insecurities about her childhood abandonment and using them to twist Felker’s arm...painful but smart.

HANNAH!!!

I would die 4 baby Clarice

after all that, Clarice is going to apologize to Ardelia about last week? this episode SUCKS.

Good: Clarice playing mind games with Felker like Hannibal did to her; Ardelia going to bat for her bestie, lamb flashbacks, baby Clarice, and HANNAH!

Bad: So much. Clarice being medically tortured multiple times, moth hallucinations, the several-years-premature (imo) Daddy-as-Guardian-Angel plot device, “Reesey”...did I mention Clarice getting repeatedly tortured?!

Ugly: Krendler backstory + making out with his wife. Ew.

Wow, this episode was a hot mess, and I kind of hated it. I loved Clarice’s really Hannibalesque approach to Felker, and I’m so thrilled that Hannah got mentioned at all (tho...did they need to be so heavy-handed with the helmet and gun and everything?) Also nice to see Ardelia behaving much more in-character. That said, it was sickening and imo totally unnecessary to further traumatize Clarice the way they did. To make her almost helpless.

Clarice, and by extension Rebecca Breeds (who is fantastic and deserves better), has been given very little range so far. She’s frequently been shown as miserable, afraid, desperate, traumatized, angry, resentful, but I also want to see her joyful, laughing, silly, relaxed...something else that will give her depth. Her life wasn’t miserable 24/7, 365. It was just unfulfilling. We got glimpses of this in the first two episodes. PLEASE bring it back!

And rn I’m questioning how Clarice’s career can possibly drag on for another six years after this. Her apparent PTSD is already interfering with her job performance as it is--this experience is only going to make it worse. Her “body count” in Hannibal was around five, iirc, and that was enough to slap her with the “Death Angel” moniker. In the show at least four people have died in close proximity to Clarice in the space of like...a week. How does she come back from that, even as the savior of Catherine Martin? It’s a PR nightmare for obth Clarice and the FBI.

They’ve also sort of forgotten that the Martins existed while continuing to flesh out Krendler’s (?!) character? It’s weird.

I almost don’t even want to watch Episode 6 after that. But here goes...

Episode 6, “How Does It Feel to Be So Beautiful?”

the freaking MOTHS again, I hate them!

frankly, yeah, Clarice should be on leave.

Clarice’s nondescript monochrome suits and constant ponytail are just so boring. in the book she’s described as never having to put effort into making her hair look good--so why is it always pulled back in this show?

I’m not sure it’s very in-character for Clarice, at this point in her career, to go over her boss’s head to get out of admin leave (one she really needs to take tbh) even for the sake of solving a case

lol what the actual hell @ AG Martin guilt-tripping Clarice, who was very recently tortured and almost died, for not calling Catherine back? Clarice is not Catherine’s therapist!

THIS is what my Vogue-reading heroine with burgeoning great taste wears for a night out? so disappointing.

never in my life did I think I’d be sitting through Krendler’s personal drama in a show ABOUT CLARICE STARLING.

her costume sucks and her hairstyle’s from years in the future, but dang does Clarice look gorgeous.

and I love thinking of her getting a taste of the luxury she’ll enjoy with Hannibal. :)

you know what? I think I was actually fine with them forgetting that the Martins were in this show.

whyyy is Krendler being made so sympathetic?!

now Catherine Martin “loved to sew” just like Frederica Bimmel? hmm. (tbf, maybe this is in the novel, and I’ve just forgotten.)

her gift for Clarice is sweet, though.

so beautiful, indeed

Christ on a cracker, that confrontation between the Martins was painful to watch (not a criticism). this show’s AG and her daughter are very much two of a kind in terms of emotional manipulation.

I stan one (1) doofus

now either Catherine’s gaslighting Clarice...or Clarice’s trauma (over BILL! again with this!) is so pervasive that it’s twisted her memories. either way, I hate it.

so Krendler’s lawyer is dirty and that’s why he’ll (probably) turn against Clarice? but WHY? why can’t Krendler just suck?

Good: Clarice looking gorgeous, Ardelia continuing to fight for Clarice, female characters in positions of authority everywhere

Bad: Clarice’s underwhelming costumes, Clarice’s primary/worst trauma apparently STILL being Buffalo Bill & having Clarice break down crying again (and NOT over what happened last week, which would tbh make a lot more sense).

Sad: Shaan’s backstory about his wife, everything involving Catherine

Ugly: Krendler subplot. Ugh.

I just don’t know how I feel about this installment. Wish I cared more about the overarching conspiracy plot, but I’m really only here for Clarice and Ardelia. And while no show can stand on the shoulders of a single character, for a show about Clarice, there seems to be quite a bit of screentime devoted to her bosses, Martin and Krendler, and even to her team members. And all without Clarice herself getting much character development. They don’t seem to be exploring much of her character other than her traumatic backstories, and I’m no longer very hopeful that she’ll be much more fleshed out in the last four episodes, either. It’s a bummer. I really think Rebecca could shine like Jodie did if she were given a chance.

Most of the scenes with the Martins were visceral and felt so real that it was hard to watch. That said...the AG Martin/Catherine content all strikes me as being somewhat detached from the rest of the show, as if the writers are making it up as they go along with no real end goal in mind.

Man...these two were rough going. Very little humor or warmth and absolutely no joy. Of course the source material is dark, so a somewhat dark crime drama is to be expected, but I really think the show needs a slightly less intense, bleak and (dare I say it?) unpleasant episode. But they writers have really dug themselves into a hole by zeroing in on Clarice’s PTSD. And unlike in Hannibal, there’s no love interest with whom she (and by extension, the audience) can flee her misery and pain.

I'm cautiously optimistic about the rest of the season. A lot of the ingredients are there, and despite my many criticisms, it’s been great to spend time with a character I love. Fingers crossed that they finish strong!

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romeodubois · 4 years ago

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since liam is the biggest cop out to ever cop, who do YOU ship your sister and cousins with?

I always love the opportunity to one-up @liamdvbois, fuck yeah.

@crisdubois: Deserves somebody great, even if she didn’t give me anybody like the hater that she is. I’m trying to think of guys in her grade that don’t suck. Maybe @javierchvez! He’s not a dick and he can cook, and good food is important to this family, let me tell you. I think his looks wouldn’t bring down the family average too much either.

@liamdvbois: With absolutely nobody because he hasn’t earned the right to be shipped, as someone who refused to play the game. I’ll say this though, it’s not who you’d expect.

@eveningstardubois: I’ll say @khalid-basara. Again, someone who isn’t a dick and won’t bring down the family average too much, and he’s got a playful personality that’ll liven shit up once in a while. Or @jaynassar, whichever she’d prefer. What can I say? Gamma Chi guys are the best.

@reese-dubois: I think Reesey-baby has been too sweet on the goody-two shoes types and would want to see her more with someone like @gastonlegume3. As his frat bro, I can vouch for his personality, which is awesome, and he’s super ripped and not at all a pushover. This is the kind of guy someone like my little cousin deserves.

honesty hour!!

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lyndsaybones · 6 years ago

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Love’s Labor

For the Labor Day Fic Challenge. Post MSIV @marinafrenzy

They spent the Labor Day weekend enjoying the last sweet days of summer and the final weeks of Scully's pregnancy. Sunday called for rain, lots of it, so they opted to make the most of Saturday. She spent the majority of the afternoon floating in the middle of the pond on an inner tube shaped like a flamingo. Jackson found it a couple weeks before at the drugstore and insisted that she had to have it. Mulder didn’t have the heart to tell him that his Scully was far too practical for something so...tacky. But she broke into a wide smile and started to laugh as she leaned in and kissed her son’s cheek.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she chuckled as she looked at the box. “I love it.��

She’d been more comfortable in the water than anywhere else in the last few weeks, getting the pressure off of her hips and back. She’d been swimming laps and lazing on their little dock most evenings. She gave up on the maternity swimsuits and opted for her black bikini most days, which Mulder loved. “You’re barely contained,” he’d remarked with glee.

Mulder beckoned her back to shore once he and Jackson managed to fill the fire pit with blocks of wood. The sky had gone cotton candy pink and blue with wispy clouds and blazing shades of orange and yellow. She rolled off of the the floating monstrosity and towed it in as she made her way to the dock.

The final trimester had her moving awkwardly, bumping into things, stumbling more easily. Her whole center of gravity out of whack. But in the water, she was graceful, smooth and unencumbered.

He offered her a hand when she reached the ladder.

“Come on my little selkie,” he said as he took her hand.

“I don’t know about little,” she grunted as she climbed, the water spell broken as she stepped back to land.

Jackson had already set about getting the fire started, namely by spraying an entire bottle of lighter fluid on the pile and dropping a match. It exploded with a “whoof!” like a universe being born.

They grilled hot dogs on sticks and sweet corn wrapped in tinfoil. They made s’mores and Jackson wrinkled his nose when he watched Scully set each and every marshmallow aflame before consuming them, flaky black ashes and all.

They sat around the fire together long into the night, until thunder started rumbling in the distance and fat, warm raindrops began to slap against them. They trod in a line back the the house, both of them watching Scully waddle tiredly across the yard.

Jackson kissed her cheek and wished her a goodnight before she headed upstairs. Mulder snuck him a beer and the two of them sat on the front porch together watching as the thunderstorm rolled in.

“Not long now,” Jackson remarked quietly.

“Hmm, yeah, couple of weeks,” Mulder concurred.

On Sunday, the prophecy came to pass and the rain came down hard and heavy for hours and hours. The front yard started to resemble a moat. Scully shuffled around in her robe and slippers most of the day. He could still smell woodsmoke in her hair as she dropped to the couch with an oof.

She arranged her nest of pillows and settled in with a book and a mug of raspberry tea.

“Can we get some take out?” Jackson asked.

“Sure,” Scully answered, albeit absently as she was engrossed in whatever she was reading.

“What’d you have in mind?” Mulder asked.

“I dunno, I could go for a calzone,” he said with a shrug.

“Peppers and onions for me, please,” Scully chimed in.

Mulder nodded and handed him the credit card. Jackson smiled and grabbed his jacket as he headed for the door.

He was back not ten minutes later, sopping wet, his thin t shirt clinging to his skin and his boots emitting a squishing sound with every step.

“No good,” he said stripping out of his jacket and shoes. “The road’s completely flooded.”

“Get him a towel,” Scully said as she attempted to extricate herself from her pillow fort.

He gratefully accepted a couple of towels, but still dripped through the house and into his room to change.

“I didn’t realize it was that bad out there,” she said, looking a Mulder with a concerned lilt in her voice.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of elevation and reserves. I think we can make it,” he reassured her.

“Right, but I have a doctor’s appointment day after tomorrow. And every other day until the baby comes.”

“It’ll dry up,” he said with a nod. “Can’t rain forever.”

His cell phone chirped and he smiled as he looked at the name. Their neighbor up the hill, Theresa, who, when they first moved in, brought them several jars of wild honey and informed them that family called her “Reesey,” and that neighbors are family. She was a retired nurse who’d taken up a pretty impressive apiary. She made honey and beeswax candles and all sorts of soaps and salves that she hawked every week at the farmer’s market. Scully declared early on that they’d moved in next door to a Disney character, but a very tolerable one, she decided.

“Ya’ll warshed out down there?” she asked.

“Yeah, for now anyway. Jackson’s drying out as we speak,” he said.

“The barometric pressure dropped, how’s Dana?”

Unsure as to how those two things were related, he shook his head and shrugged.

“Oh uh, she’s fine. Curled up with a book and drinking that tea you brought her,” he said.

“Keep an eye on her,” she said. “Labor and delivery was always full to the gills when the barometric pressure dropped. Puts those babies on spin cycle or some damn thing, who knows.”

“Huh, I’d never heard that,” he said, eyeing Scully for a moment, who was slowly nodding off, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose.

Reesey made a noise that sounded like thinking, or concern, or both. “Maybe I should just come down there.”

“Oh no, Reesey, it’s pouring out there. We’re fine, I promise.”

“If you’re sure,” she said cautiously.

“I am, Dana’s half asleep anyway. No excitement here.”

They went to bed that night with rain still pattering on the roof. He drew himself around her, feeling her breathe and shift, feeling the baby move and wobble under his hand.

When he awoke, the thin light of early dawn painted the room silver, like a tintype photo version of itself. It took him a minute to orient himself, but when he did, he realized that Scully wasn’t there.

Her side of the covers were thrown back, which wasn’t that unusual as she was often up and down during the night without him even noticing. The dark smudges under her eyes were always a dead giveaway as to how little sleep she got.

He closed his eyes and waited for her to come back from the bathroom or the kitchen or wherever she’d wandered.

He opened his eyes again and it seemed like it had only been a few moments, but the room was much brighter and he realized that he must’ve fallen back to sleep.

“Scully?” he called, sitting up awkwardly and trying to disentangle himself from the sheets.

No answer. Nothing but the sound of rain.

He got up and scuffed down the hall to the bathroom.

“Scully?” he whispered, trying to to disturb Jackson.

“In here,” she answered, her voice soft.

“You okay?”

No answer.

He didn’t think twice before opening the door. She was on her knees, elbows resting on the side of the bathtub.

“Did ya get stuck?” he asked with a chuckle.

“My water broke,” she whispered.

He seemed to realize what he was seeing then, her soaked pajama pants, the sheen of sweat on her brow.

“Are you having contractions?” he asked.

She nodded and gritted her teeth. He dropped beside her, trying to catch her eyes and assess the situation.

“How long have you been in here?”

“I dunno, an hour maybe?” she said in a breathy whisper.

“Hang tight, I’ll be right back,” he said as he got up, his achy early morning knees protesting.

“Don’t wake Jackson,” she sighed, dropping her forehead against her crossed wrists.

“Jack! Wake up!” he bellowed.

Muffled teenager noises emerged from his room.

“Jack,” he said as he opened the door, more gently this time. “Your m-...” he stopped himself. “Baby’s coming,” he corrected.

Jackson came fully awake and sat up. “Oh shit, the road!” he said.

“Yeah, I need you to sit with her while I go check it out,” he said.

He nodded, scrubbing his hair away from his face. He turned a quick circle in his room and threw on the nearest hoodie.

“Your room?” he asked.

“No, she’s in here,” he said as he directed him to the bathroom.

“I told you not to wake him,” Scully sighed between labored breaths.

“Honey, I gotta go check the road and see if we’re going to be able to drive outta here,” Mulder responded, palming her shoulder blade.

Jackson plopped down on the floor, pressing his back against the side of the tub.

“I’m already up, might as well be up in here,” he said with a shrug.

Scully sat up a little straighter and eyed the both of them.

“Hurry,” she told Mulder. “They’re about five minutes apart.”

Mulder visibly blanched at this revelation and Jackson seemed to register the urgency. He nodded and took off down the hall at a jog. There was a scuffle of clothing being dragged, shoes being shoved into untied and a drumbeat down the stairs and out the front door.

“Do you need anything?” Jackson asked, watching as she resumed her position resting her head against her arms.

“I’m okay,” she said, her voice soft, but slightly pained.

“Do you want me to go get that exercise ball thing you like to sit on?” he offered.

She smiled. “You’re more like him than you realize,” she said. “Always trying to fix something.”

“Action feels better than inaction,” he said.

“Hmm, I know, but there’s plenty of action going on here, I promise,” she said, letting her eyes drift shut.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

“Not scared, anxious maybe?” she responded.

“You were scared when...with me, you were scared,” he said.

“How do you know?”

“When you remember it, dream about it...I can...I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” he said, shaking his head.

“I was terrified,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.”

“Of me?”

“No, never of you. Of losing you,” she said, her voice turning raspy and tight. Deep, long breaths, her entire body moving like a wave.

“It’s okay,” he said, his hands failed to find a place to land. “Just uh...he’ll be back soon and we’ll get out of here.”

Long minutes passed. He checked his phone every time her body tensed and her breathing deepened, keeping track of time as best he could.

He nearly deflated with relief when he heard the front door swing open. Mulder clomped up the stairs, his shoes sounding like they were full of mud.

“C’mere a sec, Jackson,” he called, bouncing on his heels a little in the doorway.

“You okay?” Jackson asked, leaning close to her.

“Must be bad news, you two better go hatch a plan. Go on, I’m fine here,” she whispered behind gritted teeth.

“The road’s a no go,” Mulder said as he pulled him into the hall. “I’ve been trying to call Reesey, but I can’t get through. I need you to go up there and get her. You know the back road that connects the properties?”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“I already called 911, but there are only a couple of all terrain ambulances, so they may not get here in time.”

“They’re only a couple minutes apart, that means it’s soon, right?” Jackson says nervously.

“That’s why we need Reesey,” he said.

Jackson nodded solemnly and headed downstairs.

He entered the bathroom and found her rocking side to side on her haunches, humming a long, tuneless note as she went.

“How we doing? You wanna try going back to the bedroom?”

“Yeah, okay,” she sighed, letting out a long breath.

“Okay, let’s go slow,” he said as he maneuvered behind her and hooked his forearms at her sides.

“It’s gonna seem silly,” she said as she got to her feet. “But I’m a little sad.”

Mulder helped her out of her sodden pajama pants and underwear, tossing them in the tub. Bloody fluid trickled down the inside of her thighs.

“Sad? Why? I thought you were feeling miserable and ready to get this show on the road,” he said, guiding her into the hall.

“I thought I’d have more time with her is all,” she said, a little tremble in her voice.

“More time? Something tells me you’re gonna have all the time you want with her in an hour or two,” he said, shuffling along with her, his fingers rooted to the small of her back.

“It’s...hard to explain. I felt the same way when William...Jackson was born. Something about it being just the two of us and losing that. I told you it would sound silly.”

“It’s not silly,” he assured her.

“I just thought I had more time is all,” she lamented.

“It’s okay, you’re alright,” he assured her as he helped her get to the bed.

She stopped short, doubling over as she gripped the edge of the mattress. A groan rumbled up from low, low, low. Her whole body tensed with the effort of the contraction that rolled through her.

“Let it happen,” he said, offering counter pressure on her hips. “Just breathe and let it happen.”

“I can’t do this,” she eked out. “S’ too much.”

“It’s gonna be okay, help is on the way,” he said, sounding more like he was reassuring himself.

“She’s coming,” she gasped.

“Now?” he asked, not in fear, but for confirmation.

“Now, now, now,” she chanted as she squatted low to the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed.

“I’ve got you,” he said, dropping to his knees behind her.

He got his hands under her just in time to see the baby’s head emerge with a strangled yelp from Scully.

“She’s almost here,” Mulder assured her.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” she gasped, her voice high and quivering.

“Yes you can, big push!” he coached.

She nodded, just a little and clenched her entire being, focusing completely on moving the baby down. She came, their girl, slick and grey, arms splayed wide and eyes screwed shut, into Mulder’s waiting hands.

“She’s here!” he crowed, somewhere between a laugh and a cry.

Scully sagged with relief, a soft, breathless laugh and then seemed to come unmoored, letting go of the side of the bed and collapsing to the floor. The baby let out a wet, long cry just as her mother’s temple made contact with the hardwood.

Noise seemed to come from everywhere, the back door swinging open with Jackson and Reesey’s arrival, the tiny baby howling against his chest and his own thick sobbing as Scully lay silent on the floor.

They both froze in the doorway, eyes darting from Mulder, to the screaming baby, to a deathly quiet Scully.

“Help her,” Mulder implored. “Please, help her.”

Reesey didn’t hesitate a moment.

“Jack, go get a towel for the baby. Hang onto her, Fox. I’m going to clamp and cut the cord.”

Jackson paused, only for a moment and disappeared into the hall. Reesey made quick work of the cord and assessed the infant. Jackson dashed back in with a towel and Reesey lifted her from her father’s arms and wrapped her up.

“You two, very carefully get her on the bed,” she instructed as she took the baby and laid her the bassinet waiting under the window.

Mulder didn’t wait for assistance and simply scooped her up like a bride and carefully laid her down.

“Scully? Honey?” he beckoned.

“She probably just dropped her blood pressure,” Reesey said as she tended to Scully, checking her pupils and pulse. She changed positions, pressed her knuckles against Scully’s chest, trying to rouse her.

“Call 911,” she said, alarm bells going off for all of them.

“What is it?” Mulder asked.

“She’s not responding,” Reesey said as she went to work.

Jackson fidgeted nervously, stealing glances at the baby, who had quieted to tiny, squeaking noises.

“Scully? Scully?!” Mulder gasped. “C’mon, honey, come back to us.”

He fumbled with his phone for a moment and turned away as he pushed tears from his cheeks.

“Mom?” Jackson said, the first time he’d ever said it to her. “Mom, you gotta wake up and see her.”

While the baby cried and pinked up to an almost ruddy red, Scully was pale, nearly grey.

He drew close and looked her over, his mother, the face he’d been seeing in his dreams since he was just a little boy. He’d dreamed this too, the moment that she stopped and left behind these two strangers alone, trying to figure out what to do with a newborn.

He pushed the feeling down, the fear and the sadness and pressed his palm over her forehead, looking for it...the thing that had done this to her. He’d never put someone back together before, only torn them apart. But he knew he could, he knew he could fix her. He closed his eyes and looked hard.

“Yes, Jack, pray for her,” Reesey said.

Maybe it was a prayer.

He pushed, deep, deep, deep. His head throbbing and his blood singing with the chant wake up, wake up, wake up.

Mulder was pacing, arguing with a 911 operator. “Send a fucking Med Evac then, we have plenty of space to land a helicopter! We’ve got a premie and an unconscious woman here, please.”

The room is chaos, Mulder’s pleas over the phone, Reesey murmuring as she worked to revive Scully, the baby, the rain, the sound of his pulse in his ears. He can’t lose another family. Not again.

“Jackson? Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked.

She asked.

He opened his eyes and saw her staring up at him, her eyes wide and clear, full of motherly concern.

“Am I okay? I’m fine,” he choked, holding back something between a laugh and a sob. “Are you okay?”

“What happened?” she asked, trying to sit up.

Mulder spun with relief and dropped the phone on the floor with a crack.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Oh thank God,” wrapping his arms around her.

“Where is she?” Scully murmured, her voice raw and raspy.

“She’s right here,” Reesey answered as she carried the baby to her. Jackson and Mulder parted like the Red Sea and watched as the baby was laid in her mother’s arms.

“Oh my God, she’s so little,” Scully marveled. “What happened?” she asked again.

“We thought we lost you for a second there and then you just…” Mulder trailed off.

“You woke up,” Jackson completed.

“She’s okay?” she asked, looking up at Reesey.

“She’s little, but her lungs sound good,” Reesey assured her.

Mulder dropped his arm over Jackson’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest.

“Thank God,” he murmured. “Thank God for you.”

“Me?” he responded, confused.

“Yes, you,” he whispered.

Jackson relented to the embrace, something he’d struggled to do since he crossed their threshold for the first time. He tentatively wrapped his arms across Mulder’s back and breathed it all in.

“Look,” Jackson said, catching sight of the view out the window. “It stopped raining.”

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glenncoco4 · 7 years ago

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Surf’s Up

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me?” Five year old Reese Deeks says running to her mother with her father trailing behind her.

“Yeah, baby girl. You did amazing!” She beams at her daughter. “Come give me a hug.”

She sets her pink Channel Islands surfboard down and runs to hug her mother’s neck.

Kensi kisses her cheek and releases her embrace, when her husband walks up.

“Hey! I helped, don’t I get a kiss?” Deeks pouts.

She smirks and waves him over. “You did good too, babe.” She stretches up and gives him a loving kiss and then turns her attention back to their daughter. “Reesey, why don’t you grab your board and stand next to it so I can take a picture to show your grandmas?”

“Okay, mommy.”

Meanwhile her husband comes up behind her and sits down, pulling her back to his chest.

“Ready?” She asks, holding up her phone.

“Ready.”

Kensi snaps the picture and puts her phone down.

“Mommy…Daddy. Can I go play in the sand?”

They both nod. “Sure, baby. Just stay where we can see you and don’t get to close to the water.”

“Okay!” She says running towards her toys.

Deeks stares at their daughter playing in the sand. “She’s gonna be a heart breaker.” He looks down at Kensi’s lap. “And so is he.” He says, talking about their two year old son laying in his mother’s lap, sleeping.

“I told you before that we had to face the fact that we are very attractive people with very attractive children.” She smirks, turning around to look at him.

He laughs, leaning down and kissing her neck. “I love you, wifey.”

She rests her head against his. “I love you more, hubby.”

“Not possible.”

“It is possible.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

All of the sudden they hear their daughter screaming. It’s not a scream of terror but of excitement. So they’re not startled.

“Mommy! Daddy! Dolphins! Dolphins!.” The little girl says running up to her parents, pointing towards the ocean.

“Yeah, baby. Aren’t they beautiful?” Kensi tells her.

“Uh, huh. Daddy….can we go pet them?”

Deeks turns and looks at his wife, smiling, then turns back to look at his daughter.

“No, baby girl. I’m sorry, but by the time we get there they’ll be gone.”

“Aw, nuts!”

Her parents laugh.

“How about we go to the aquarium next weekend and you can pet some. Maybe just maybe you could even swim with some.” Kensi looks at her husband for confirmation. They have a friend that runs the aquarium in Malibu that has told them to come and bring the kids, that they’re always welcome.

Reese’s eyes are gaping. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. Is that something you would like?”

“Uh….yes mama.”

“Okay then.”

The little girl runs up to her parents and hugs both of their necks, which startles her little brother from his nap.

“Well look who’s up.” Deeks says turning his attention to his son.

“DONNIE!” She moves from her parents to her brother. “Donnie! Mommy and Daddy are taking us to the aquarium next weekend!”

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Aquarnium?”

Reese smiles in excitement. “Yeah. They have dolphins, fishes, sharks….”

“Sh-sharks. I….I no want to go.” The little boy says holding tight to his mother.

Kensi hugs him. “No, baby boy.” She says, kissing his head. “They’ll be in a giant tank. You know like the fish tank at home.”

“Yeah, buddy, they won’t hurt you.” Deeks reassures his son, but he still sees the worried look in his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey! Do you know what else they have?”

The little boy is intrigued, but doesn’t let go of his mother. “What?”

“Turtles.” He sees his little boy’s eyes light up.

“TURTLES?” Donnie can’t contain his excitement, but he also wants to make sure. “Like Crush and Squirt?”

“Exactly like Crush and Squirt.”

The little boy jumps out of his mother’s lap and joins his sister in the sand, jumping up and down. “AQUARNIUM. AQUARNIUM. AQUARNIUM.”

Kensi leans back in her husband’s embrace as he pulls her closer, hugging her. They start to laugh at their kids antics. While Reese is dancing yelling dolphins, her brother is running circles around her yelling turtles.

They both give a content sigh, when Deeks brings her out of her thoughts. “Did you ever dream we’d be here?”

“No…but my dad always said, ‘God’s plan for your life is better and greater than any dream you could ever have’.” She turns and gives him a kiss.

“You’re dad was a wise man.” He laughs. “Get it? Cuz…Wise Men.”

She smiles and turns around so that she’s facing him, bringing her forehead to his. “I really love you. You know that?”

“I do.” He smirks. “But I may need some convincing when we get home.”

Suddenly the air becomes hotter around them. They share a look and that’s all it takes.

“Kids! Time to head home.” Kensi tells them as she starts putting all of their towels and toy in the beach bag.

Deeks runs over to their surf boards, gathering them up and putting them in the bed of the truck.

“Boards are all packed up.” He runs back to his family, telling his wife and wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She smiles. “Everything’s packed up here. Let’s go!”

They each take a kid and buckle them into their car seats. Then they both hop into the truck and take off towards home.

As soon as they pull out on to the highway Deeks puts his hand out palm up on the center console. Kensi is about to lock their hand when she has a better idea. She takes her fingers and runs them up and down his hand seductively.

The tingling sensation in his hand gets more persistent. They’re stopped at a red light two blocks from their house when Deeks turns his attention to his wife who’s already staring at him. “You take Reese. I’ll take Donnie. We’ll clean them up and then…”

Kensi is biting her lip, leaving him speechless. “And then. What?”

His licks his lips. “Uhh…”

“Green light, baby.” She smiles.

He gives her a questioning look.

“The light turned green.”

“Right.” He says as he floors it.

They make it home and put the kids down for their naps in record time.

Meeting in the hallway outside their room, Deeks grabs his wife’s hand and pulls her into their room, shutting and locking the door in the process. They make their way to the bed and work up their own need for a nap.

#densi drabble #densi #kensi blye #kensi blye deeks #marty deeks #reese deeks #donnie deeks #deeks' family #4 weeks #ncis la

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gbcworldwide · 5 years ago

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It’s a Family Thang! Reesey got accepted into KSU! My baby going to the same school as her proud Papa! https://www.instagram.com/p/B5-V3hznjxS/?igshid=1eih2kyyecmyn

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coffeeaddictedauthor · 7 years ago

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(2/2)I should pretend that when I think green I see trees and grass but I just see your eyes. I should pretend that when someone asks the most beautiful thing I've ever seen I should think the sky or sunset but all in think is your smile. I don't see the ocean I see your hair flowing and wavy I don't see the night sky I see your face lit up by the moon. I can't see anything hear anything feel anything but love for you. your under my skin what can I do? ~ Minho

Oh my lord Minho my baby I love you and I love you Reesey thank you so much for taking your time to write this ❤️😊😘 THANK YOU

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writerscraft01 · 6 years ago

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CONVERSION PART VII

(May 8th 1968)

Reese is standing there with his eyes widen, and his face as bright as a tomato. His eyes are screaming with disappointment as he has been rooming with a liar for a month.

“What is this shit?” He screams.

“Okay Reese please.. Calm down I beg of you!”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? How the hell can I calm down James or Michael, or whatever your freaking name is!”

“Uh.. I think this is a matter you both need to handle.. I think momma is waiting for me, I’ll cya soon Mikey.”

James then gets up and hugs me tightly. He looks over at Reese and nods at him with his head down, avoiding eye contact with him and walks out of the room.

“You better explain to me what is going on and now, before I get Andrew in here to finish with ya!” Reese threatens.

My eyes widen as I stare at him. I have never seen Reese so angry, I am actually frightened that he will tell Andrew everything and my plan will be in complete shambles.

“Okay, I will explain everything to ya, can you please sit?” I ask him, voice beginning to tremble.

Reese nods as he sits down on his bed and looks over at me, “talk!”

I sigh as I look at him, “before I say anything, you better swear on ya mother that ya won’t open ya big mouth! Understand me?”

He nods at me, “I swear on my mother, now speak damn you!”

“Well, I’ll start off with that I’m not James Arthur Vance, that’s my twin brother, I’m actually Michael Jonathan Vance. I’m in here to protect James from this hellhole of a camp because he’s so freakin’ vulnerable, sensitive and so innocent for this world, he wouldn’t of been able to survive this. He never asked for this to happen to him, hell I know ya never did either Reese. Anyways, because I’m the complete opposite, I took his place when my daddy enrolled him in here to make him into me, strong, independent, and a bit of an alpha male. There! Now ya know everything! Happy?”

Reese’s stares at me with tears in my eyes.

“S-So… You’re only in here to protect your brother?” He says.

I nod at him, “yes Reese, he deserves the world. When I met you, I thought of him and how much of a good guy he is, you don’t deserve this crap either, which is why I said when I get out of here, I will get ya out of here to Reese! It’s goin’ to be ya and I against this entire camp!”

He gets up and hugs me.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at ya Michael…”

¨No, its my fault for not tellin’ ya Reese. I do trust ya, but this is just a big secret, please I beg of ya, do not tell anyone, if not for me, then the sake of my brother, I know he´d be very grateful about it.¨

Reese looks at me and nods as he sighs.

“That doesn’t explain why ya so nice to Leon’s daughter. She’s the daughter of Satan!”

I smile slightly and put my head down.

“Michael? Hello?”

A blush starting to creep up onto my face, “no reason…”

His eyes widen, “oh good lord ya have a hard on for her? HER?”

I cover his mouth and glare at him,

“Are ya crazy? Can ya not yell that please? Who knows who is behind that door!”

All of a sudden there’s a knock on the door. I look over at Reese who gulps hard.

“Mr.Vance! Mr.Malton! Open up it’s Dr. Leon!”

My heart begins to beat fast as Reese opens the door and his eyes meet with Satan himself.

“Ah! Mr.Malton, I haven’t seen you since your treatment, how have you been since then?”

Reese’s eyes widen as he begins to remember what happened that day during the electric shock, but then begins to smile.

“I have been doing well Dr.Leon, thanks to you and your team.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear Reese! If only James Arthur could be more like you hm?”

“Yes if only, but he is his own character Dr.Leon.”

Reese then turns around to face me and gives me a quick wink as he proceeds to face Dr.Leon once more.

“Suppose you are right Mr.Malton! Now I was wondering if James Arthur would like to take a walk with me to my office. It will only take about five to ten minutes.”

I get up from my bed as I walk up to face Dr.Leon, “lead the way sir.”

He smiles as he walks out of the room. I turn around to face Reese for a quick second, “If I am not back by that time span, send Samantha to his office to get me out of there, you understand?”

He pats my shoulder, “I understand to send your lover to get you.”

I roll my eyes as I smack his arm, “James Arthur hurry on up now!”

I run down the hall to meet up with him as he puts his key into the office door. It was as if he was opening the gates of hell and allowing me to enter.

“Go on now, sit, don’t be bashful.” He says as he goes to sit down behind his desk.

I nod as I go to sit down to face him, “so, what do I owe this pleasure Dr.Leon?”

He smiles at me and shakes his head, “I just want to know how your birthday has been is all.”

I smile at him, “it has been amazing sir, thank you for asking.”

“I would assume it was considering your family came to visit, except for your father, why is that?”

I shrug, “well, why would the man who put me in here want to come visit me? It would not make a lot of sense in my opinion. Having my mother, my sister, my grandparents, and twin brother here was enough to make up for his absence.”

“Ah yes, your twin brother, Michael isn’t it? You both look quite identical.”

“That’s why the term identical twin is there sir.”

“Hm.. Yes of course…”

I look around the office and there I spot the filing cabinet, labelled with all the years beginning with the year it opened which was 1952. I smile as I think about Andrew’s file in there somewhere.

“Is there anything else you need me for Dr. Leon. It is lunch and I am beginning to feel quite hungry.”

He shakes his head, “no, no, that is all James Arthur, you are free to go. Thank you for your time.”

I nod as I open the door to exit.

“James!” I hear as I walk down the hallway.

“Samantha?” I answer back as she runs toward me.

“Is everything alright? Reese told me my father asked for you.”

I nod, “yes, yes, everything is alright. Nothing to worry about, he did not do anything.”

She sighs in relief, “thank goodness.”

“Hey uh, is Reese still in our room? I need to tell him something before he go for lunch.”

She nods, “yes, he is waiting for you.”

I hug her, “thank you for coming to check on me anyways, brave of you.”

She smiles as she lets me go to my room to see Reese. I open the door and he jumps up from his bed and stares at me.

“Jesus Michael, I thought he killed ya in there or something.”

“Oh Reesey, Reesey, Reesey, we hit the jackpot baby!”

He raises his eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

“The files Reese! I found the files in his office! It’s time to take down Andrew!”

He begins to smile, and I realize that even in this hellhole, this has been one of the best birthdays ever.

TO BE CONTINUED

Ironically enough, I see him as Dr. Leon. If you’re familiar with Shawkshank Redemption, then you would understand the irony. :)

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cchsctv · 7 years ago

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STN 2018

I didn't write this yesterday, so here I will record my experiences of the past two days.

Day 1

I woke up at 4am. I think that says enough. The rest of the day was kind of a blur; it didn't feel like one day, it felt like an eternity. We travelled around downtown Nashville, which was pretty interesting. It made me want to visit again sometime in the future.

Although touring was fun, the highlight of the day was just bonding with everyone on the bus (forgive me for the sentimental fluff). It reminded me of how much I love and appreciate every individual here. Essentially, it was the calm before the storm. My thoughts kept wandering back to Crazy 8s. Which brings me to:

Day 2

Crazy 8s. D-Day.

The most important competition that we complete, because we complete it together. This is the day where we truly collaborate and come up with something amazing.

The position that I'm in is actually quite interesting. As president, I edit the show together. I build the "backbone" as I like to call it (the script with all of the anchor tosses). I see the stories as they are found, developed, and produced. And finally, I watch them all come together into a complete show. My point of view allows me to watch us create something from nothing. Literally.

That being said, today was brutal. You would think that with a prompt related to music ("We've Got the Beat") in Music City, it wouldn't be difficult to find stories.

You would be wrong.

Finding stories was a mess. Our group for hard news didn't get out until about 10am, by which time they should have been in the middle of filming already. Stories fell through, places rejected us, etc. But what else can you expect from the broadcast industry?

Despite all of the complications, we ended up with some of the best stories that we've gotten, including all of our past practices. I could not be more proud of what we came up with. And of course, our anchor shots were literally heavenly. Ashton, bless you and your prime lens. Reese and Melissa, I love you eternally.

The second that we turned our submission into the bin, I felt nothing and everything. Everyone around me started screaming with excitement. I'm not sure who hugged me first, or who I hugged first, but I was somehow swallowed into a sea of people.

At first, I thought Huh. I'm not even crying. This is good. Then I saw Chardo fighting back his tears while filming us all celebrating in the ballroom, and I kind of started to lose it.

Haha. He's such a baby.

Either way, we submitted. And I couldn't be happier with what we turned in. I know that no matter what happens, I will forever be proud of what we've done here. STN will remember our name.

Anyhow, Reese and I have our individual competition tomorrow. NAT PKG. Can't wait to go through all of the stress again :)

(Just kidding. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit excited.)

We've got this, Reesey. I can't wait to see what we do.

Well, I need sleep, because I don't know when the next time that I'll be getting a full night's sleep is.

Love,

Casey Chapter

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tfashleybenz · 7 years ago

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Ash: and baby b is reesey poo. Unless we look at them and think differently... Naming one baby is hard enough.

Ash: no, I mean he's your best friend. You're gonna want him around. When does his tour end?

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adder24 · 6 years ago

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The Man in the waterfall

Johnathan Pine needed a run to clear his head, things had not been running so smoothly for him since Roper was caught and imprisoned. His mind had become restless as flashbacks plagued him through the night and sometimes during the day. Yet when he ran, his mind is silenced and he could enjoy the moments peace that it gives him.

As normal, at the end of every run, Tom likes to end his run at a waterfall close to the beach. He steps into the natural waterfall and allows the cool water to run over his body, like he does everyday but today was different, out the corner ofhis eye he notices a man close by lingering at the edge of the waterfall, sizing up the jump he was about to take into the plunge pool. “The man has to be crazy” He thought as he watched him back from the edge slowly

In seconds the man had thrown himself over the edge, limbs flailing as he went into freefall before making impact with the water below, Water splashing upwards before it became still once again.

It was a long few seconds before the man emerged from under the water, a smile plastered on his face as the water laps around him, blissfully content and seemingly free of all of lifes problems. He then starts to swim towards the waterfall.

Pine was always conscious of strangers approaching him and despite this mans happy exterior, he was wary. All this time he had been coming to this waterfall, he had never seen him come here, so why now? Why now did this man appear out of nowhere.

“Water’s not bad huh?” He says as he smiles at Pine “Warm and refreshing “ Pine nods his head as he watched the man enjoy the water rushing over him, shaking the water from his eyes.

“Yeah....it’s nice, allows you to wash away any tension and stress.....” Tom says carefully craftily eyeing up the mans physique “I’ve never seen you here before.....who are you?”

“Just call me Witt”

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[RF] - Toughest Love - 696 words

“Jesus Christ, Tony!” Reesey shouted gruffly, flinging his suede jacket onto the stool next to him. “What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Man, jush leave me alone Reesey. I’m jush done with thish sh--. Why...are...yuh even here?”

Reesey twisted Tony’s stool toward him.

“Look me in the eyes, Tony. Look me in my God. Damn. Eyes.”

Tony struggled to focus.

“Why the hell did you come back here? Last week you almost died, and now you’re back here drinking your ass off like a buffoon.”

“Caushe I got...nowhere elshe...to go tsho,” Tony slurred.

“The hell you mean you have nowhere else to go, brother?”

As Tony reached to grab his tankard, Reesey smacked his arm away.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“But…-”

“No. Answer my question. Right now.”

“I wush evicsad. Evicdad? Evicted. I wush evicted.”

“What the hell, Tony? Why the hell didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you. I could’ve kept the house for you. You’re like my goddamn brother!”

“You know I wush never take money from you.”

“Oh my god, you idiot. Bartender, why in the hell would you give this guy a drink? Were you even here last week? The paramedics had to drag him out!”

“I’m sorry, man. I’m new here,” the bartender said. “Should I give ‘em a call?”

“No, no, I’ll handle this. But mess up again and I will end you.”

“Pleash shtop shouting,” Tony whimpered, his knees curled to his chest and his hands covering his eyes, as if he was surrounded by horror.

Reesey instantly turned toward Tony.

“You ok, buddy? Tony?” Reesey asked frantically.

Tony continued to whimper and shake.

“Oh, man, it’s going to be all right. Stay with me, buddy,” Reesey said, slapping Tony’s back excessively hard. “No one’s gonna hurt you here, Tony, but you gotta perk and be stronger. It's all in your head”

“Shtop the noise. SHTOP THE NOISE!”

“There’s no noise, Tony,” Reesey whispered slowly. “There’s no noise.”

The whole bar had gone quiet. Suddenly, Tony burst into tears.

“I jush want it outta my head. I jush want to be done, Reesey. ‘Member Sarge?

“‘Course I remember.”

“We carried him as his guts were...hanging out of his shtomach…. What good did that do? He died anyway…” Tony sputtered, his voice cracking. “I...might as well be dead myself.”

“Stop that, Tony. Stop that. What would Sarge do? He would tell you to get your head out of your ass and keep on fighting. Don’t go out like this, man. I can’t be the only member of our squad left on this God-forsaken planet.”

“Bu-”

“No. I don’t give a damn what you think you want. I’m not going to let you die like everyone else did.”

Reesey picked up his jacket with his left hand and looped his right fingers under Tony’s collar, dragging him toward the exit.

“Shtop...it, Reesey. Leame alone,” Tony said as he stumbled wildly, pulling away from Reesey.

“I don’t think so. We’re leaving,” Reesey said coldly, hiding his emotions.

“Gruhhhhhhhh,” Tony groaned, still haunted by images and sounds of his past.

“Stop being such a baby, Tony, and sober up. You’re letting us all down. You’re letting Sarge down, wasting your life and money on cheap beer,” Reesey said, leading Tony to the police officer standing on the corner. “Got a drunk for you, sir. He was having some trouble in the bar. I think a night will do him well.”

“Ok, sir. I’ll take him in to cool off before tomorrow,” the officer said.

Reesey turned toward Tony.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, buddy. I’m gonna go get your house sorted out with your landlord tonight, and we’ll try to get you a new job tomorrow. Don’t try anything funny.

“I don wanna,” Tony mumbled incoherently, struggling to express his anguish.

But Reesey had already disappeared down the road to Tony’s former apartment. Reesey walked, hands in his pockets, thinking of the tragic memories he and Tony shared. After walking into the elevator of Tony’s building, he slipped a set of brass knuckles over his fingers.

A single tear fell down his cheek.

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I think this ending too melodramatic...any suggestions?

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