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Collector's Edition: Bill Scully, MSR, and Pain (Part II)

And here we have part two to the distinct madness of Bill caught up in MSR whompfic observations-- Season 7 AUs and onward~.

Loose chronological order below~

Alelou's (Alt. Tumblr, Xanadu) Beyond Conception

AU-- Bill and Tara offer their embryos to Scully if she (and Mulder) wants to give parenthood a shot. 

@numinousmysteries/numinous_mysteries's Legacy (Ao3)

AU-- There is no baby, only Mulder and Scully growing closer after the IVF failure during a tenuous Colonization, a happy family, and her mother’s decline. 

MD1016/md1016's (Alt. Tumblr) Sins of the Father (FFN)

AU-- Post Sein und Zeit Bill and his family push Mulder for answers after Scully, withdrawn and unwell, won't explain herself. 

@kyouryokusenshi/Kyouryokusenshi/Kyouryoku Senshi/Char Chaffin's (Annex) Deliverance from Evil (Annex)

AU-- Colonization, but with Bill, Tara, Skinner, twins, and a surprise villainous visit from Krycek.

Chiefchopstix's Let's Settle This Like Men

AU-- S7 Bill and Mulder fight and are taken to the ER after Scully announces her pregnancy to the family.

T. Griffen's Faith

AU-- Post Requiem Bill supports his sister after she reveals her illness is actually a miraculous pregnancy.

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa) Absentee Father

Post Without Bill's rampage is checkmated by Maggie's good sense. Every baby, after all, needs a father.

jeri's (mulderscreek) "O Brother . . .

Post TINH Bill wants to think God will exempt Mulder for his sister's sake.

Dryad's (Ao3) Country of the Crepescule - Do You Like Our Owl?

Post Three Words Bill tries to patch things up with Scully: flubbing their dinner together, caring for a sick Mulder overnight, and meeting her new partner over breakfast the next morning.

Paige Caldwell's Regrets and Resolutions

AU-- Bill's attitude tore his life apart; but, like he and his sister and Mulder, learns to make do and move forward (and even helps freshly returned Mulder scrounge together an outfit for the baby's birth.)

Suzanne Feld/WildwingSuz's Going Solo (Ao3)

AU-- Post Existence Bill empathizes with newly single dad Mulder.

Girlie_girl7's Man to Man Talk 07

AU-- S9 Bill starts being nice after Mulder holds down the sick kid fort.

@mollybecameanengineer/Sareki's Is This It?

AU-- After S9 Mulder, Scully, and William escape CSM's compound with the help of their friends, Bill backs off from his tirade and begins to connect with his oft-hated, sort of brother-in-law.

@drbedeliadumaurier/heartsfilthylesson's fanfic prompt scully has bruises/isolated systems - Chapter 1

Post IWTB Maggie and Bill drag Scully into an intervention after seeing the bruises on her skin.

@suitablyaggrieved/ScullyLovesQueequeg's Holiday Apologies

Post IWTB Bill buries the hatchet after observing a drooping Mulder.

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66's For Worse

Post IWTB Bill fights then accepts Scully's decision to stand by her depressed partner. 

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk’s (Ao3) iclet; if only in my dreams

Pre-Revival Bill gives his sister some much-needed perspective after her separation from Mulder.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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Stars Bright, Fading Away by @wildwingsuz

Read by @msrtheatre0223

Please leave the author a comment if you enjoyed their story 😘

[mulderscreek]

Abandoned "Baby" Halloween Challenge

As you might know, Bump In the Night is The Nursery Files' sister site. Let's give one the their Halloween challenges a Nursery Files spin by adding one simple requirement to the original: add the offspring of an X-Files character(s) to your tale too.

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Your challenge:

Write a story set on any Halloween night that is about a case of mistaken identity. Specifically a person has called the police, claiming to have seen or heard an abandoned baby. The X-Files crew are called in to assist the police when it turns out not to be a human infant. Instead it's [insert one of the beasties featured on Bump In The Night]. Was it a case of a simple mistake on the part of the reporter, or something more sinister? And more importantly, what was it, and what do the X-Files characters do with it?

Note I: Crossovers are allowed

Note II: While normal human babies are not allowed to be the "baby" that inspired the call to the police, your creature can be a baby whateveritis

Please submit your story or the link to it to nurseryfiles@mulderscreek.com or post here on our submissions Tumblr by the time the clock strikes midnight your-time on October 30. Wips okay for linked stories. No word count requirements.

Challenge fics to date

Something by Frangipanidownunder Written for the 2018 Abandoned “Baby” Halloween Challenge.

Halloween Howlers by WildwingSuz Though no longer with the FBI, Mulder finds out about a Dogman in northern Michigan and you know he just has to drag Scully along to check it out.

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“The Host” Fan Fiction Reading List

"High Stakes" By Apostrophic 

That’s the way their games went, high stakes and wild bets, all debts absolved at the door. It’s poker night at the Lone Gunmen’s. Mulder needs to kick back and let loose. Scully might get involved. Hijinks might ensue. Circa “The Host” and “Sleepless,” early season 2.

"Moments in the Dark" by @baronessblixen

Scully ponders the shift in their relationship now that they're no longer working together. 

"The Host: Offspring" by Pattie [archived by spookyawards_archivist] 

In this Post-Ep. to The Host, Mulder and Scully once again investigate the appearance of Flukeman. 

"The Host" by @scullywolf

“I know that it’s your decision, but I that hope you know that I’d consider it more than a professional loss if you decided to leave.” 

"The Host" by @30xf 

The Host One Shot 

"The Host" @leiascully

"Maybe you'll find some kind of monster alligator while you're down there," she teased. "The New Jersey Nessie." 

"Dealbreaker" by @wildwingsuz

Mulder leaves the X-Files after The Host/Flukeman case, and a few months later gets an unexpected surprise from his ex-partner. 

[kyouryokusenshi]

Micaela Part 1/2

Ok ok, I’m finally getting to posting fics on Tumblr.

Post MSIV. Just a ton of fluff after Scully has the baby. And maybe a little surprise.

Tagging @today-in-fic

Many thanks to my BETA, WildwingSuz!!! :)

Mulder looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms. Their little miracle was fast asleep. She was already worn out from her big day as was her mother. He looked over to see that Scully was fast asleep. "You may not know it yet, but your mother is the most amazing person I know," he whispered as he thought back to how difficult and challenging Scully's pregnancy had been due to her age. He would never be able to thank her enough for making him a father to this tiny being. As if on cue, the baby's eyes slipped open and she mewled. "You are our little miracle," he whispered as he smoothed down the tuft of copper hair and lifted her to kiss her head. "We love you so much."

Mulder looked over to catch Scully gazing at them sleepily. He rewarded her with a wide smile and moved to hand the fussing baby to her. She sat up in the hospital bed as she received the baby. The hospital gown she was in was growing uncomfortable. Tiny arms waved about to indicate her dissatisfaction at being moved from her father's arms. "Hey there, baby girl," she whispered. The infant quieted instantly at the familiar sound of her mother's voice. Mulder and Scully had talked to the baby a lot while Scully was pregnant. She had explained that babies could make the distinction of their parents' voices fairly early while in utero.

"Have you decided on a name?" Mulder asked. Scully gazed down at their daughter who began rooting for the source of her food. Gently, she moved the baby's mouth towards her chest as she exposed one of her breasts and helped her latch on. It was another one of the many ways his partner was amazing. Not only because she was a doctor, but she had done this before. Even if it was many years ago.

"How about Micaela?” Scully asked. “My mom said if she’d had another daughter, she would have named her Michaela, because it means “God’s gift” and well, she is. Sometimes, I still wake up wondering if this is real.”

Mulder nodded. “It’s beautiful, just like her.”

“There are so many ways to spell it nowadays though,” Scully laughed.

“At least it isn’t Fox,” he smiled.

“I was thinking of Micaela, but without the “h”, that way people don’t confuse it with “Mitch”.”

“It’s perfect, Scully.”

Mulder smiled as she watched his daughter suckle hungrily at her mother's breast. He looked up at Scully. Her free hand was stroking the tiny arm that rested against her chest. "You told me you had wanted another child, and then told me in that church that you wanted another chance to start over and make things right. I lit that candle not because I believe in God, but because I believe in you. And then you told me a week later that I was a father," his voice broke. "But you know me, I want to believe, and I believe our daughter is a gift from God," he added with a teary chuckle. "I'd never thought I'd say this, but her existence makes me believe."

Tears welled in Scully's eyes as she looked back down at her daughter. She had beautiful eyes and only time would tell if she would have her or Mulder's eye coloring.

"I just wish my mom was here to see her. She had always wanted a granddaughter," her voice broke and the tears spilled over her cheeks. It was difficult holding back. Technically Emily was her granddaughter, but she died before Scully could be a mother to her.

"I know. She’d love her. She does. The dead aren’t lost to us,” he reminded her.

Scully imagined that her mother would say the baby was a gift from God. Especially since she was infertile and pregnant at fifty four. Her mother had told her about St. Rachel when she was much younger. A saint that was infertile and became pregnant late in life. The name of that motel they stayed in. She couldn’t believe she didn’t realize it sooner.

Mulder leaned down and kissed Scully’s forehead. He reached out and stroked the baby’s tiny cheek as she nursed.

Scully missed the close bond she had shared with her mother. The same bond she’d desperately wanted to have with Emily before she passed. It was the connection only a mother and daughter had. She hoped she would have that same bond with their daughter.

"I want to be able to give her everything that Mom gave us."

Mulder sat down on the bed next to Scully and their daughter. “We will. Age isn’t going to change how much we love her.” The baby had stopped suckling and Scully pulled the top part of her hospital gown back up as she moved to burp the baby with expertise.

"How about Micaela Margaret, after your mother?" Mulder suggested.

Scully pulled the baby back once she finished nursing and gazed down at her. "It's perfect. She's perfect."

"Just like you," Mulder smiled. "You still got it goin' on," he teased.

Scully narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm going to kill you if you say 'scoot in your boot' one more time, Mulder. That's what got us into this situation," she said knowing full well she'd do it all over again.

She’d had mixed feelings when she first found out she was pregnant so late in life, but she loved and wanted this child no matter how impossible it was. She knew Mulder did too.

The newly-named Micaela watched her parents as Mulder moved in to kiss her mother with a fierce passion. She mewled and tiny hands reached towards their faces.

Mulder pulled back a bit and they both stifled their laughter at their daughter's protests. That was when a nurse came into the room to check on Scully.

"I'll be right back, I need to use the boys’ room."

Scully nodded. "Okay, don't be long."

Scully looked down at her daughter, her eyes full of love. "I love you so much, I need you to know that." William had told her that he knew she loved him, although it was when he was disguised as Mulder. She still felt the need to make sure her child knew every day, even if she was never great at verbalizing her feelings. The baby cooed in response. When she first found out she was pregnant, Scully had no idea how she was going to do this again at fifty-four. She was in utter shock, yet she felt an immediate connection to the tiny being growing inside of her. Despite a difficult pregnancy, Scully yearned for this moment. "I'd do it all over again, just for you."

Micaela crooned in agreement.

Mulder returned in less than three minutes. "Hey,"

"That was fast," Scully said.

"Can't stay away from my girls long," he chuckled.

Scully's arms were growing tired. "Could you take her?" She needed to stretch desperately, as much as she didn't want to move her sleeping daughter.

Mulder gently took her into his arms and rocked her. "Hey there," he whispered. . The baby opened her eyes and mewled. It was a scene that melted Scully's heart.

He rocked the baby for a moment and then looked up suddenly as if he forgot something and handed the baby back to Scully, who looked at him curiously.

"I'm going to grab some coffee, I'll be right back.”

Scully nodded and smiled. "You better."

The baby started whimpering once Mulder left. "Hey sweetheart, it's okay. Daddy will be back soon, okay?"

As if on cue, Mulder walked back into the hospital room. Without the coffee.

"No coffee?" Scully asked curiously.

Mulder stopped and looked at her. "No, I'm good. Just had to use the restroom. Why?"

Scully's mouth opened slowly in startling realization.

Mulder grew worried. "What is it, Scully? Was I supposed to get you coffee? I'm sorry--"

Scully looked back at him in shock. "Mulder, he was here!"

"Who?"

"William... Jackson," she said as she gently rocked the baby.

Mulder gave her a puzzled look.

"He was here, Mulder. After you left... you came back and held our daughter and then said you had to go get coffee." She started to get up.

"No, Scully. You can't, he reminded her. Her recovery would take a while longer since she had a C-section.

Before she could protest, he ran into the hallway outside the hospital room and looked around. Even though part of him knew it was futile, he hurried down the corridors, much to the surprise of the staff.

He finally gave up after several minutes of looking.

In the distance, Jackson, while disguised as a nurse, watched as Mulder returned to join Dana in her hospital room. That had been very close. Mulder had nearly run into him, so he had to make the visit with his sister fast. She was beautiful and looked a lot like their mother, and he could see Mulder in her eyes and skin tone.

One thing was clear, they were dead set on finding him. Even now. He had wanted them to believe he was dead so that they could move on, but he still couldn't control all of the visions that he knew connected him with his mother. She knew he was alive.

He assumed that Mulder knew by now that Jackson, or William as they called him, wasn't biologically his child, but that didn't stop the man from chasing after him.

He knew they both loved him, but how much was hard for him to contemplate at times. No one else had cared that much, other than his adoptive parents, the Van De Kamps. They had already died because of him and he was determined that no harm would come to anyone else he loved.

The danger seemed to be over though, at least for now. The man that called himself his creator was dead.

Maybe he could go home to them someday.

END Part 1

[foolishheadstronggirl]

I need some help, please! I'm looking for a fic I read probably a year and a half ago; in it, S and M have started sleeping together, supposedly JUST to blow off steam, but they both feel stronger about each other than they'll let on. It opens with Scully talking to her shrink, I think. And Mulder is keeping a journal or such, that Scully ends up reading when everything starts to go to hell. Lots of angst. It's not One Time Deal by WildwingSuz; I thought that at first so I reread that. Can anyone help me??

[allyinthekeyofx]

Perpetual Motion 1/1

I planned on writing this anyway but decided to kill two birds with one stone. Written for a fanfic challenge on Facebook for @wildwingsuz and her group in response to a photo prompt (A swing by a pond/lake) but also included is conversation prompt #19 for the anon who said the prompt “I’m okay”……..”You don’t look okay”……..”Well stop fucking looking then” sounds ‘totally Scully-esque’.

I agree wholeheartedly and this is the result.  

Set during Revival and also recounts events pre IWTB

PERPETUAL MOTION

We had first discovered this place when we had already been living in the farmhouse for several months, happening upon it one fine Spring day when we finally began to properly explore the land that surrounded us on all four sides; the warmth of the weak sunshine tempting us to walk farther than we had during the frigid winter months where really,  we had been far too preoccupied in trying to find a way to heal the wounds we had inflicted upon each other  amid the confusion and uncertainty of our time on the run, than in venturing outside to map out our domain.

We knew there was a lake somewhere on the property – the real estate deeds had spoken of just such a thing – rather grandly called ‘Pioneer’s lake’- I’m guessing it was a man made relic of times gone by.

I’m not sure I would have called it a lake though because although large enough to house a small wooden dock which creaked ominously even under Scully’s slight weight, to me it was nothing more than an over-sized pond complete with a family of fat brown ducks who squawked an indignant warning amidst much ruffling of feathers at the pair of interlopers who had disturbed their quiet sanctuary.  And sanctuary, as it turned out, was a pretty good description for this cool green oasis because from the minute she set eyes on it, Scully fell instantly in love.

To see her truly happy for the first time in months twisted and pulled at something deeply primitive that lay slumbering inside me and which I had thought had been quieted forever; namely my need to protect her, to give her whatever it might take to quiet the demons which plagued her so mercilessly and which had forced me to make the decision to finally stop running before I lost her forever.

We had found ourselves in a small town in Nevada in those final few weeks;  sparsely populated, it had enough amenities to make life a little easier.  No longer moving constantly as we had right at the very beginning we had, for the previous year or so, settled – if you could call it that – in similar non-descript places for just long enough to find some paid employment to boost our rapidly declining finances; a few weeks at a time where we found something cheap to rent and stopped to catch our breath.

Scully was usually the one who managed to find work – mostly waitressing, cleaning or bar work - menial labour that reduced her faith in herself just a little more each time.  My beautiful brilliant partner with her quick mind and singular ability to rationalise the unimaginable was reduced to mopping piss from toilet floors or forcing herself to not react when the latest smarmy middle-aged yokel made eyes at her tits with barely concealed hunger as if she herself were a special on the menu.

And even though I tried to make things better for her, it became painfully obvious that somewhere along the way, the woman I had known for over a decade was steadily losing sight of herself piece by painful piece; becoming just a little quieter, just a little more insular as each nightmarish day melded seamlessly in to another.

The only position even remotely available to us where no awkward questions would be asked of us and which, more crucially paid in cash, in that shabby desert town had been a waitressing gig at the local ‘adult entertainment’ joint.

And whilst I had initially baulked at her willingness to take the job, the fact that we were literally down to our last few dollars pretty much removed any obstacle I might have laid down in her path and actually, as it happened, Scully seemed to enjoy that particular job more than she usually did, finding herself strangely comforted by the camaraderie shared by the girls who worked there and who immediately accepted her as one of their own.

She never found herself in trouble there either despite my fears to the contrary because the heavyset bouncers who patrolled the patrons did their jobs well, making it abundantly clear as to what was acceptable behaviour and what wasn’t.

Scully was floor staff and therefore strictly off limits and as the weeks passed by, I began to breathe more easily.

Until one night when she arrived back at the shabby one bedroom apartment we called home, hours earlier than she should have been, the paleness of her skin contrasting sharply with the blue black hair that hung past her shoulders and which, out of all the colours she had adopted since we became fugitives, I knew she hated the most.

She was shaking when she slammed the door shut behind her, leaning heavily on it as though she were being persued by the devil himself, blue eyes huge and darting wildly around the small room, skimming over me as though I weren’t even there.  Her breath came in huge ragged gasps, each one hard fought and obviously painful for her as she just stood there, one small step from hyper ventilating in response to her panic and rendering me almost paralyzed with fear because of course, selfish bastard that I was, my first assumption was that they had found us, had found me.

I had called her name; a question that hung suspended in the air between us, the atmosphere suddenly so highly charged that I could literally feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

She had shaken her head from side to side, misinterpreting me and assuming I was concerned for her rather than for myself, repeating over and over again in a high pitched mantra that was so unlike her that I knew then that this was something different and that whatever this was, it was about her not about me.

“I’m okay….I’m okay….I’m okay….”

Over and over again she said those words while all the time twisting her fingers together as though she was unable to still, that this one connection to herself was the only thing keeping her from falling apart in front of me.

And I think I was more frightened for her then than I have ever been before or since, because it was clear that whatever had driven her to come home in such a state of extreme agitation had sent her headlong to the edge of the praecipe and only the barest thread was keeping her from toppling right the hell over it.

I had gone to her of course, covering her hands with my own in an attempt to still her movement and to some extent it had worked, her eyes finally meeting mine with a measure of surprise that I was even there with her at all.

“I’m okay.”  She had repeated and if I had been thinking on any rational level I would have given her some space, backed right off until she had calmed down and the blankness of her expression had lifted again.  But I was so fucking afraid for her at that point that the words were out of my mouth before I could prevent them.

“You don’t look okay.”

And that was enough to send her fleeing from me, snatching her hands from mine before pushing me roughly away, her expression so wretched, so hopeless that I don’t know how I managed to even stay standing, the pain radiating from her almost tangible and only equalling the venom which laced her response to my slightly clumsy assertion.

“Well then stop fucking looking.”

I winced at the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut behind her as she sought to distance herself from me, and winced all the more when the sound of her desperate weeping filtered through the flimsy barrier she had put between us, ignoring my every effort to get through to her until finally, I had simply kicked the door inwards, the force of my concern literally ripping it from its hinges and sending me headlong into the small room. The sight of Scully, naked and shivering, curled into a protective ball on the cold linoleum floor had literally stopped me in my tracks for a moment, until finally, she lifted her tear streaked face and held out her arms to me as though she were a small child in need of comfort.

It had taken hours to get the full story out of her but finally, finally, I had understood the events that had led to her arriving home in a state of such extreme distress.

A baby, brought to work by one of the girls when her sitter let her down.  A request that Scully watch him for a while, stay with him, hold him. A baby boy, around nine months old and his name…his name was William.

I had almost thrown up as she explained, in between anguished cries and hitching breaths, how she had simply walked out of the club with him cradled in her arms, the feel of his solid warmth evoking such painful memories within her that she didn’t stop even once to think about what she was doing, because right then, at that moment he was William….her William and she just wanted to take him home where he belonged.

The rest of her account disappeared beneath the force of her distress, lost in a haze of tears and snot and desperate clawing of her hooked fingers against my skin and I had rocked her in my arms, whispering nonsense to her as my own tears scalded me like acid and the shame I felt for every wrong I had ever wrought upon her bubbled up inside me and blocked everything else out.

It was right at that moment I knew that this had to stop.

So the next morning while Scully still slept exhausted and heartsick, I placed the call to Skinner that I probably should have placed months before, giving him permission to access bank accounts that had been dormant for almost two years and to set the ball in motion that would eventually lead us to a simple farmhouse in rural Virginia where we could at least start to try to heal ourselves.

We never spoke of that night in Nevada again although for a while I hoped Scully might talk more about what had prompted her to walk out of that club holding someone else’s baby; but she never had and frankly I was just too afraid of what I might reveal if I scratched at her wounds too fiercely.

So with a disavowal so typical of us both we simply pretended it had never happened at all.

But that first Spring, the Spring we discovered the pond, was the start of a few years of simple pleasure that began to make us both believe that maybe, just maybe, we could actually play the game and win this time.

I had built her a swing in response to her assertion that the old oak tree that stood tall and proud at the edge of the lake was just crying out for one, that she had always wanted a swing when she was a child but had never lived anywhere where there was a tree big enough to support one.  Plastic playground swings for Scully just didn’t cut it.  She wanted a swing made of rope and wood, one which would weather the seasons and with care, would last for a lifetime; something constant and reassuringly solid in a life that, thus far for her had been anything but.

And of course I had obliged her, risking life and limb to knot the thick rope around the ancient bough, not quite ever managing to get both sides completely level no matter how many times I tried.  But that was okay because it seemed slightly fitting somehow that it wasn’t quite perfect because God knows, we weren’t perfect either.

She had loved it of course just as I knew she would and that first summer she had spent hours just swaying back and forth as the sun warmed her skin and the soft fragrant breeze lifted her hair off her shoulders, hair that was now back to its natural colour and which seemed to lighten with each day that passed.  And somehow, as she spent so much time in a state of perpetual motion, her feet barely grazing the grass beneath, propelling herself gently back and forth she began to heal,allowing both of us to enjoy a few blissful years before the darkness came once again – not for her this time but for me; consuming me from within and reducing everything we shared to a paranoid mishmash of hurt and pain and recrimination. 

The swing became her safe place I think; a place to escape from me for even a short time as she tried desperately to reach me even as I blocked her out and refused her access.

Inevitably, eventually, she could stand it no longer and she left.

Dark days in my life where I shut myself away and allowed the paranoia to take full reign of me once more.  I don’t know how I survived without her; I don’t know how I even allowed myself to and truthfully, I had almost forgotten about this beautiful little glade with its shimmering body of water where the wind whispered secrets of days past and which had become such a part of her that I think I had simply hidden it in the dark recesses of my mind, buried deep inside with the rest of the hurt I refused to face.  It had taken me months to realise that there was no one left to help me and that my only remaining option was to finally help myself; to fight for her in a way I never had before.

Thus began a painful journey for me where I finally accepted outside help, laying myself bare to various health professionals as I fought with myself to admit I needed help; that the only way to get well was to acknowledge just how sick I had become.

I discovered something I thought maybe I had lost forever - namely a sense of pride in myself and even more than that, I knew deep down that she was proud of me too.

My Scully.  Always my Scully even when we were unable be together.

And when she quietly told me that she wanted to come home, tears streaking her beautiful face that was still as exquisite to me as it had always been, the first thing I actually thought of was the swing; waiting until she had left to go back to the city and her soulless apartment before I took a trip into town, buying new rope to replace that which had aged and frayed over the years I had neglected to take care of it, laughing that same afternoon  at the small scruffy terrier who sat below me, evaluating the work I was doing before taking off after a butterfly that danced across the lake and out of his reach.

It took a lot longer to fix the swing than I had expected, but time has mellowed me somewhat and I was content to take my time, to get it right.

And when I finally led Scully along the flattened trail that led to that beautiful, timeless woodland glade, twining my fingers with hers and rejoicing at the feel of her beside me, giving her a first look at the swing that, despite my best efforts was just as crooked and inexact as it has ever been, I felt more content than I think I ever have before.

Because I knew she wouldn’t care.

That to her at least, it would be perfect.

End

[sunflowerseedsandscience]

I love that u are so willing to talk about sex! It should be normal and healthy to do so. I actually know of a fanfic thats msr with a male bi past lover of scully's that was fairly in character, I think its by ao3 author wildwingsuz? I dont remember the name sorry! x

Uhhh... yeah, I had to go look this up immediately.  It’s called Arpeggio (click to read on AO3).  Did someone mention something also involving Doggett at some point, or did I just dream that last night?  Equally possible, I suppose.

And I am ALWAYS down to talk about sex.  Very little coercion needed.

[wildwingsuz]

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Eyes Wide Open by @wildwingsuz

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Fallen Leaves by @wildwingsuz

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AFP TOP 3 Series

Skinner Fics

Sit down with @anniexami @msrtheatre0223 and @red2007 as we explore fics featuring our fearless assistant director.

What ones have we missed, what are your favs?

Promises to Keep by prufrockslove

Ruby Red Desire Series by Jennifer Oksana

Artifact by @dashakay

SN-1572 by prufrockslove

Red Valerian by @dashakay

Bystander by @raspberrycoffeecake

Seven Years in Denver by Lolabeegood

Reeling In by @wildwingsuz

Black Lace by @monikafilefan

Down Mexico Way by jdrush

What Happens in Mexico Stays in Mexico Maybe by jdrush

Stay by embright

Red Haired Flights Of Fancy by ScarletCorvid

Skinner POV Series by @wildwingsuz

Wake-Up Calls by Lapsed_Scholar

Like Baby Cats by @baronessblixen

Crash and Burn by George Hale

Difficult Decisions by AweburnPhoenix

What Happened in Bradshaw Stays in Bradshaw by @frangipanidownunder

Skinner makes a move on Scully by @sarie-fairy

[allyinthekeyofx]

Big shout out to....

@wildwingsuz who Has been tempted over from facebook. Some of you might know her for her fanfic (she has been featured on XF News) but she is also a truly gifted artist. Give her some love and maybe think about following her because tumblr is a scary place with no buddies!