#jeffery spender

[vampirewalterskinner]

Look, this isn’t an argument about whether a character is hot or not. By “unfortunately” I mean that, for whatever reason, you find this character sexy and/or fuckable despite how much you do (or should) despise them and it makes you hate yourself a little for it.

[cutemothman]

i have thoughts and feelings about jeffery spender. i feel like we don't talk about him enough

[xf-cases-solved]

(this is clearly v unbiased. reblog for larger test pool ✌🏽👽)

[x-files-polls]

Monday Funday

[unremarkablehouse]

I always thought it made more sense that Samantha was CGB Spenders kid not Mulder. It explained why other abductees were returned and she ended up living with him on the base.

From a story perspective it’s way more compelling if William Mulder impregnated Cassandra Spender and when CGB found out he has been trying to get revenge transferring the feud onto Mulder…

Also, should Jeffery Spender have been more upset about losing a sister as well? They were living together for a long time it’s weird he would have no empathy for Mulder.

[jodithann827]

Pretty Woman 5/11

Rating: Explicit /posted on AO3 / tagging @today-in-fic

Chapter Summary: an awkward dinner and sex on a piano… yes please!

Waldorf Astoria

Lobby

Saturday

7:45 pm

Mulder strides confidently through the lobby, a man on a singular mission.

Gentle music is playing in the background, patrons milling about. He’s been going over different dinner scenarios since he left the office. Dressed in a sharp gray suit, he makes his way to the concierge desk and asks the attendant if he has any messages. He looks around, slightly concerned that he doesn’t see Scully. He checks his watch again, making sure the time is correct.

“Excuse me, Mr. Mulder.” A voice interrupts his thoughts. Looking to the right, Mulder sees a man about his height but broad-shouldered, sporting glasses and a bald head. He picks up the phone on the counter, intending to call the room to hurry Scully along, when the bald man continues speaking. “My name is Walter Skinner, and I’m the manager of the Waldorf Astoria. I have a message for you, from your niece.” Mulder, looking vaguely confused, lowers the phone, giving the man his full attention. “The woman who is staying with you, your niece,” Skinner insists.

Mulder holds his hand up, signaling Skinner not to continue. “Mr. Skinner, I think you and I both know that she isn’t my niece. The reason I know this is because my sister never had the chance to have children.”

“Yes, sir,” Skinner relents. “Ms. Dana asked me to relay a message. She is waiting for you in the lounge.” Mulder turns to head in the direction of the lounge and hears Skinner add, “Captivating young lady, she is. Something about her…”

Nodding his head in agreement, Mulder makes his way into the lounge area, a darker room filled with soft chatter and faint music playing. He turns his head from side to side, looking for Scully, but he doesn’t see her. Thinking the message was wrong, he turns to leave but stops in the doorway to take one last, quick look around.

Scully, seated at the bartop, swivels her chair as Mulder turns back to face the bar a second time. Their eyes meet and for a moment, Mulder is too gobsmacked to speak. His mouth then curls into a smile. She is dressed in a black, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress that hugs her curves and falls to her knees. Her wine-colored hair is pinned up on one side, letting the soft curls fall loosely over her shoulder. She stands and slowly makes her way over to him.

“You’re late,” she informs him, her eyes never leaving his.

“You’re dazzling,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She walks in front of him and his hand falls to the small of her back, escorting her out of the bar and into the night air.

The Voltaire

8:15 pm

Mulder and Scully approach an impeccably set dinner table with crisp white linens and grand china, where two men are already seated. As they near, the two gentlemen stand while the host pulls Scully’s chair out and she sits. Only then do the men take their seats. Scully regards the scene. Fancy music, elaborately dressed individuals, and divine smells wafting from other tables. She glances at the mysterious men sitting across from her, one old and one young. Unbeknownst to the reason, she shivers. She senses the older gentleman’s eyes on her, studying her with a predator’s unwavering attention. Something makes her uneasy. She snaps out of her trance at the sound of Mulder’s voice.

“Mr. Spender, it’s very nice to meet you in person.” He introduces himself to them with the same charm as he did Scully, though much less flirtation.

“My son, Jeffery,” Spender introduces after shaking Mulder’s hand. Mulder turns, introducing Scully to the men. When her slim fingers make contact with the old and wrinkled hand, she tenses ever so slightly.

Dinner proceeds as a quiet affair. The men stick to comfortable subjects: stocks, the weather, Mulder attempts to bring up sports, specifically the Knicks, but neither Spender appears interested. Scully interjects every so often, feeling the strong need to help Mulder break the ice, so to speak, but mostly she sticks to eating the robust meal in front of her, although her nerves get the better of her more often than not.

“Look, Mr. Mulder,” the elder Spender unexpectedly utters, “I know you want to buy my company, and I know I spoke with your lawyers and told them it was a done deal. However, I have changed my mind.”

His voice is casual but steady. No-nonsense, as if he were talking about the sale of a used car and not a multi-billion dollar business. Mulder sets his fork down, intent on giving his complete attention to the matter at hand.

“I knew your father,” Spender states, catching Mulder off guard. Scully sees it, the slight clenching of Mulder’s jaw.

Recovering quickly, Mulder replies, “I didn’t know.”

“I was sorry to hear he passed away. I knew him for many years. We worked together once upon a time.” Mulder gives a slight nod. Pausing before speaking again, possibly pondering something profound, Spender pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one flippantly.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.” Scully looks around, realizing the chastising came from her own voicebox. Spender gives a snide smile but continues puffing away.

“Your father was a hard worker when push came to shove. He mentioned you from time to time. Hinted at the fact that you and I should work together one day. I feel as though that day has finally come. You can buy my company, Mr. Mulder, but I would like you along with it.”

Jeffery clears his throat in an attempt to corral his father. Spender senior steals a sideways glance and puts him in his place with one searing look.

“Excuse me,” Jeffery says, standing. Scully watches him walk away, presumably in the direction of the restrooms.

“You and I could make an extraordinary team, Fox,” Spender tells him, using his given name. Scully thinks he’s trying to pack more of a punch. Unsure of what to do, she sits quietly, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and stares at her fingers.

“Why me?” Mulder suddenly asks. “It seems like you have a protege in your son.”

“Jeffery’s a good boy, but he doesn’t have what it takes.”

“And I do? You’re being very evasive. Is it purposeful?”

“Yes and no. I like your focus on social commerce, Fox. You’re one of the most skilled entrepreneurs in this area. I think you would be a great asset,” he insists.

“What do you want to sell–” he starts, but is cut off by Jeffery’s return to the table.

“What did I miss?” Jeffery questions.

“Mr. Mulder is going to seriously consider joining our team,” Spender senior shares before Mulder can dispute the claims.

Scully, watching the scene unfold, sits back uncomfortably and she knows the evening cannot end soon enough.

“Well, Mr. Spender, you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about. I’ll be in touch.” Mulder states, effectively ending the conversation for the moment.

Waldorf Astoria

Penthouse

Mulder sits comfortably in a chair backed up against the patio wall. Scully, removing her shoes in favor of her bare feet, calls out to him, “What are you thinking?” She’s met with silence so she pokes her head outside the door. “You’re quiet,” she observes. She joins him on the patio, hoisting herself up to sit on the ledge.

“I’m usually good at reading people,” he tells her. “I can’t get one on him.”

“I had a lot of feelings,” she tells him. She spent the entire car ride back to the hotel replaying the evening in her head. Something was off. Something about the elder Spender reeks of unease.

“You can’t trust him,” she says, flatly.

“I don’t have a reason not to,” he tells her. She casts her eyes downward and Mulder softens slightly. “I’ve been working on this deal for almost six months, Scully.”

“I get it,” she expresses after a minute. “You can’t make it personal. It’s like me and the no kissing. It’s why I have that rule; it’s too personal. When I’m with a guy I compartmentalize. I’m like a robot. I just do it,” she tells him, realizing a second too late that she had, in fact, had sex with him the previous evening. She looks down for a second, cheeks tinged with pink. Then looking up at him she corrects herself, “Well, not with you.”

Mulder smiles and waves his hand gently, stating, “Of course not.” Scully smiles back at him. Mulder, remembering the previous evening, comments, “So the whole no orgasm thing…”

Scully looks at him, slightly shocked by his brazenness. He’s waiting for her to elaborate.

“It’s simple, actually,” she explains. “Sex for men and women is different. For men it’s physical. For women, it’s emotional. They’re johns: guys I pick up who pay me. I will not, cannot, become emotionally invested.” She turns her head sideways, taking in the view.

They are both quiet for a moment. Mulder, still seated, is lost in his own thoughts when Scully suddenly announces, “I’m sorry about your dad.” Mulder looks at her, giving her a slight nod of acknowledgment. “Were you close with him?” she questions. Mulder stares past her, pondering the question.

“I hadn’t seen him in a really long time. We weren’t close. I wasn’t there when he died,” he confesses. Scully looks at him, this smart, capable, kind, and apparently sensitive man. She wants to wrap him in a hug and never let go. She understands a thing or two about pain, about losing a parent. She hops off the ledge, walks to him, and bends down so she is at eye level with him.

“How about we veg out in front of the TV tonight? Stuff our faces with ice cream and watch old movies?” she suggests. Mulder stands and moves towards the balcony door and Scully moves to follow him.

He stops, gently touching her chin, and says, “I’ll be back in a little while. We can do that tomorrow night.” He walks in from the balcony without another word.

She follows, watching him go to the front door and leave.

Hotel Lobby

3:00 am

Scully, dressed in the white terrycloth robe, face scrubbed free of makeup, exits the elevator. Her eyes roam the deserted lobby of the hotel. After Mulder left she had changed out of her dress, washed her face, and watched TV for the better part of three hours. Understanding his need to be alone, she wrestled with herself on whether to go after him or not, finally settling on tracking him down.

She hears the sound of soft piano music drifting from the ballroom. Wandering over, she pokes her head through the door and takes in the sight. The hotel staff is cleaning, organizing, and moving tables and chairs. There is a man sweeping behind the bar. Mulder is sitting at the piano, playing a song Scully doesn’t know, but she is in awe of his talent. She drifts over to him, staying out of sight behind him, not saying anything for fear he will stop. Mulder continues to play, finishing out the song. The staff around them applaud and Scully clears her throat, making herself known.

Mulder turns to see her and smiles. “I only play piano for strangers,” he informs her.

She walks around him and leans against the piano as she counters, “It was beautiful.” After a pause, she declares, “I was getting lonely.” His eyes meet hers, understanding both meanings of her words.

Mulder turns towards the employees and instructs kindly, “Gentlemen, would you please leave us.” Scully looks on as the men begin dispersing. She pushes herself away from the side of the piano. Mulder is still seated on the piano bench. She moves to stand in the small space between him and the keys.

“Do people always do what you tell them to?” she asks, though they both know it’s a rhetorical question.

Mulder reaches up and grabs her around the waist, pulling her towards him. “I guess so,” she whispers seductively.

Mulder confidently picks her up and places her on the grand piano, her feet hitting multiple keys, the sounds not nearly as pleasant as Mulder’s smooth playing. He steps into the space between her thighs, his hands on her waist and his mouth hovering over hers, tempting her to break her own rule. Their breathing speeds up.

The room is so quiet Scully swears Mulder can hear the pounding in her chest.

He parts the robe to reveal a black negligee, sliding it up to expose her belly. He leans over and kisses her stomach, and Scully lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She feels herself being gently pushed down, laying against the smooth wood of the piano top. Mulder nips, licks, and glides his tongue over her toned stomach. He spends time moving his tongue in, out, and around her belly button, paying special attention to the hoop that pierces it.

Scully breathes in sharply. It has been a very long time since someone bestowed her with this type of regard.

Satisfied with her stomach for the moment, he moves his mouth lower as his hands run over her thighs, reaching around to where the back of her legs connect to her ass. Knowing where he’s headed, Scully sits up on her elbows, breathing heavily. “Mulder, you don’t need to. I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she tells him breathlessly. It’s not that she doesn’t love having a man’s lips on her, but he is paying her, and this shouldn’t be happening.

Mulder pauses and looks up at her, his eyes pleading in a strange way. “Please let me, Scully,” he requests, almost begging. At that moment she knows she can’t deny him anything.

She gives a little nod and he moves his mouth back to the top of her panties. He breathes out, his breath hot against her sex. His fingers slide over the creases of her thighs and slip into her now-drenched panties. He gently pulls them down and off her, discarding them on the floor next to the piano. His mouth descends upon her, and at the contact, she yelps softly. He begins licking up and down her slick folds, combining his wet mouth with her slick juices. He tongues her in a rhythmic motion, up and down, occasionally slipping his tongue into her.

“Oh,” she mewls. The sounds she’s making tonight are a stark contrast to what came out of her mouth the previous evening. After a few minutes of Mulder gliding up and down and back and forth he takes her clit between his lips and sucks.

“Oh my!” she shouts unexpectedly. Needing something to do with her hands, she tries grasping downward but only makes contact with the smooth surface of the piano. Instead, she finds part of her robe and clasps it tightly. It seems like forever that he is doing this.

Up, down, side, back, suck, nip, tongue. She begins writhing under his mouth, so close to the brink, unsure if she should let herself take the plunge.

Deep down she knows that in about thirty seconds or so, she won’t have much of a choice.

“Oh Jesus, Mulder,” a needy whimper escapes her mouth. This spurs Mulder on, willing to do anything to take her over the edge. Mulder takes one hand off her thigh, lowers it, and pushes a finger into her slowly, then adds another. He roughly moves in and out of her a handful of times and suddenly she is flying, not holding back. “Holy hell, oh my god, Mulder,” she cries, shuddering.

He keeps up his motions, though he slows them considerably until she comes down from her high. He withdraws his fingers, looking her in the eye as he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. Scully’s chest is heaving, her forearm draped over her forehead. He begins kissing back up her stomach, over her chest, and to her throat, sucking desperately on her neck.

Scully’s head is swimming. She cannot believe the feelings she’s experiencing. It feels backward and selfish; she should be pleasing him. She shakes the thought from her head as Mulder does amazing things with his mouth.

Mulder, giving her a minute to catch her breath, unbuttons his shirt, leaving it on but open. He then unbuttons his pants and pulls them down slowly, watching Scully intently as he does. He pulls a condom out of his pants pocket and rolls it onto his manhood.

Mulder pulls her onto his lap as he sits on the piano bench. Scully slides down on his engorged sex and he lets out a guttural moan. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Scully starts gliding up and down, moving her head in closer to gain access to Mulder’s neck. She begins nipping and licking. Mulder, meeting her thrusts, grips her hips tightly. He so badly wants to hear Scully shout his name again. Licking his finger, he maneuvers it between their bodies, hitting the jackpot when he hears her shriek.

She turns his head so she can reach his ear. She sucks on his earlobe before insistently hissing in his ear, “Yes Mulder, yes, just like that. Make me come again.”

“Fuck, Scully,” he manages to choke out. With one more swipe over her clit, she is coming again, this time pulling at the short strands of hair at the nape of Mulder’s neck. An instant later he erupts into her, calling out her name and any god who might be listening.

Leaning into him, soaked with sweat, she smiles into his neck. He made her feel all the feelings, and it had been a long time since someone did that.

“Is it just me,” Mulder gasps, attempting to slow his breathing, “or are we exceptionally good at that?”

Scully picks her head up and lets out a laugh, shaking her head. “You know what Mulder, it’s not just you.”

“Well,” Mulder states suggestively, “what do you think about taking this party up to the room and maybe working up to round two?”

Scully gives him a flirtatious smile and replies with a wink, “I think that’s the second-best idea you’ve had all evening.”

[autistic-crypt1d]

The X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 7

Ok so I may have not realized I finished Season 6 until episode 7 and had to go back and take all my notes from that and put them here, ANYWAY

Seasons: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 1998 movie, 6

Updates:

- The Sixth Extinction

- ow ow ow, Skinner visiting him ow ow ow

- oh???

- this lore is getting wild

- Skinner acts like Scully and Mulder's dad no one can tell me otherwise

- I do not like those sounds wtf is that

- PFFFT LET'S GO SCULLY

- oh what the hell

- wtf is this woman on about

- I forgot about the whole Krycek having the ability to kill Skinner at any time thing

- The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati

- ow 😭

- so he is his father??? We're getting confirmation???

- he's alive?!?!?!

- wtf is happening

- Scully he warned you wtf are you doing

- wow that old man makeup is ROUGH

- what is he doing?? Wtf is this surgery??

- "you were my touchstone, my constant" "and you are mine" AHHHHH

- Hungry

- asshole

- wtf is this dude

- WTF

- this is so sad y'all, he doesn't wanna hurt anyone :(

- Rob no, please buddy don'ttttt

- ah man :(

- owie :(

- ya know, i feel like I've seen this episode before, maybe it came on tv when i was a kid or something

- Millennium

- sir why are you taking off your clothes

- wtf

- huh???

- so is this a thing where the members committed so the couldn't be a part of something but now this dude is resurrecting them to finish it or something?

- ah ok nvm they did it to go with the plan

- uh oh

- HUH?!?!?

- AHHHHHHHHH THEY KISSED THEY KISSED THEY KISSED

- Rush

- interesting

- ahhhh he's got super speed

- oh shit

- oh not dead!

- :(

- The Goldberg Variation

- I keep wanting to call him Murray because of that Stargate episode where Teal'c is going by Murray

- this episode is really cool

- I love this guy

- IS HE DEAD???

- ok not dead thank god

- awww it worked out!!!

- Orison

- not this dude again

- ugh

- GET HIM GIRL, BEAT HIS ASS!!!

- bro just kill him!!!

- OH WHAT THE HELL

- GIRL GET YOUR GUN

- GET HIM SCULLY

- YEAH SCULLY LET'S GO!!!

- FUCK, MULDER GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS

- MULDERRRRRR

- GIRL WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO WITH A GUN IF YOUR HANDS ARE TIED GET FREE!!!

- YES SCULLY

- SHOOT HIM MULDER

- SHOOT HIM

- YES SCULLYYYYY

- finally omfg

- The Amazing Maleeni

- oh dear

- huh???

- Signs and Wonders

- ah yes, stay in the car with the snakes. Don't get out or anything, just shoot them in close quarters

- get your hands off Scully!!

- this guy is a fucking monster

- WHAT THE FUCK

- oh what the hell

- Sein Und Zeit

- oh wtf

- I am very confused

- WHAT?!?!

- I'm really confused. Wasn't she taken by the dudes from that organization to be given to the aliens?

- ow :(

- oh god is this actually what happened to her? This is horrible:(

- Closure

- ow ow ow

- this dude is giving me major creeps

- oh???

- who's Jeffery? Is that Agent Spender's first name? I feel like it was but I can't remember

- ahhh ok yeah it was

- what the fuuuuuck

- OW OW OW

- BRO OWWWWW 😭

- guys stop I'm gonna cry

- GUYS, GUYS HELP THIS IS SO SAD

- GUYS SHE'S DEAD 😭

- GUYS 😭

- X-Cops

- wow hello tone shift!

- WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

- this is so funky I love it

- PFFFT SCULLY DUCKING BEHIND THE DOOR

- aw Ricky :(

- pffft I love those gay dudes

- aww Mulder shielding her :(

- ahhh this thing takes the form of people's nightmare creatures??

- oh what the fuck XD

- "oh god, more of you??" PFFFT

- that look XD

- oh fuck

- uhhhh ok I guess

- First Person Shooter

- oh what the hell

- why is there a fucking dominatrix

- bro is gonna die isn't he

- yup

- different lady this time

- it's a video game, can't they just delete the code?

- eew, way to be professional.

- Mulder stop being gross

- uh oh

- omfg Mulder

- Mulder don't be stupid

- what the fuck

- Mulder you look so damn stupid in those glasses

- "no fair picking on a girl" Scully. Girl. Not very feminist of you.

- LET'S GO SCULLY!!!! SAVE HIS ASS!!!

- Theef

- PFFFT THAT TITLE

- this is so cute and wholesome I'm scared

- uh oh

- aw man :(

- the title is less funny now that it's written on the wall in blood

- he's not allowed to cook in his apartment??

- uh oh

- oh god her body is in his apartment isn't it

- ah hell she's gonna find it and he's gonna kill her isn't he

- yep aaaand yep

- hey you better leave Scully alone mf

- En Ami

- you've gotta be kidding me

- interesting

- oop Mulder figured it out already

- uh oh

- 118????

- uh oh

- WHATCHYA DOIN

- WHAT THE FUCK

- I can't tell what cancer man's intentions are and it's stressing me out

- Scully looks beautiful tho

- I DON'T UNDERSTAND HIS INTENTIONS I'M SO CONFUSED

- he switched it didn't he

- ALL THAT TO THROW IT AWAY?!?!?!?!

- Chimera

- what the fuuuuck

- PFFFT Scully XD

- OH?

- I feel so bad for this woman :(

- oh fuck he was sleeping with the first woman too???

- oh shit it's not her????

- IT'S HER?!?!?!

- All Things

- OH???

- I'm confused, do we know him?

- oh gross they had an affair didn't they

- wtf is going on

- ????

- THE HAIR TUCK OMFG

- what a strange episode

- Brand X

- YUCK

- pfffft I love Mulder's sass

- gross part 2, somehow grosser!

- god I hate this guy so much

- BRO WOUND HIM, SOMETHING!!!

- thank you!

- ?????

- Hollywood A.D.

- wtf

- BRA'TAC?!??!?!

- bruh who cast this mf as Mulder

- PFFFT SKINNER'S FACE

- seriously tho wtf is happening XD

- "sir have I missed you off in a way that's more than normal?" PFFFFT

- all I can say is thank god this dude is an idiot and not an asshole

- bruh wtf

- uhhhh that dude looks exactly like an older Mulder wtf

- BRUH, that dude asking Mulder about his dick while that woman sprints back and forth in the background is killing me XD

- PFFFT THEY'RE BOTH IN THE BATH

- "I appreciate that Skinman" "don't call me that" XD

- WHY ARE THEY ALL IN THE BATH XD

- PFFFFT

- god I love giggly Scully

- Fight Club

- wtf?

- why'd they have her turned around the entire time until that dramatic reveal as if seeing her face is supposed to mean something

- WHY ARE THEIR FACES DIFFERENT

- WTF IS HAPPENING???

- ok I had to rewind to check they never showed their faces until after she went outside

- this is already freaking me out

- they're so cute

- "they could electrocute me quicker!" XD

- she cannot seriously be so dumb that she's printing money onto regular ass paper

- THERE'S TWO OF HIM TOO?????

- I'm sorry but this was such a stupid episode

- Je Souhaite

- there's a body in that rug isn't there

- a living body???

- oh what in the sweet hell

- is that woman he found a damn genie???

- yup

- sounds about right

- Scully is so fucking funny

- god the rug being her version of a lamp is so fucking stupid XD

- poor Scully

- YEESH

- this can only go terribly

- everyone is gone aren't they

- YUP

- OH MY GOD

- ooooo they're watching a movie togetherrrrr

- YES he set her free!!!!

- Requiem

- man Krychek is really never gonna leave is he

- HER SMILE WHEN SHE ASKED IF HE HURT HIM XD

- "let's go waste some money" god this duo has become so chaotic and mischievous since Scully started embracing it and I LOVE IT

- is he fucking smoking a cigarette througha trache tube?!???!

- oh god damn it is that the speed shit again???

- OOOOH I remember him now!!! The X in the road finally made it click for me

- omfg the way Mulder is looking at Scully rn, WOW

- CUDDLES!!!!

- oh crap

- wtf is happening rn

- oh shit Skinner is seeing his first spaceship!!!

- 😭

- HUH?!?!?!?!?!?

- THAT'S THE FINALE?!?!?! BRUH

- Season 8

[silo1013]

heyyy maybe you'll be able to answer this. is krycek csm's son too/do they say or imply that in the show? (or did my brain make this up lol)

no definitely not. you might be thinking of jeffery spender

[miss-bubles]

so I have had fic idea sitting in my head for years now where Instead of dying that night something mysterious happens and Samantha and Jeffrey wake up the next morning in the middle of a field with no memory of the past week. they walk to the nearest town in their pajamas and ask for help. The police go to look up any reported missing children and come up with Samantha Mulder's missing person's file. Eventually they go to the spender house and find that CSM has taken his stuff and left. Cassandra is missing.

The Mulder's are contacted to come pick up Samantha but when they get there She doesn't want to be separated from Jeffery.

Fox would be in University by this age, so he gets contacted and eventually flies home to reconnect with a little sister that has just as many memories with a new family and a new little brother than she does with him.

Bonus Points if Fox is in a toxic relationship with Phoebe Green in the background of the story. I will probably never write any of this.

Holdup hollup. If Samantha grew up with Jeffrey for some amount of time, is it not a little fishy that Jeffrey never remembered the little girl that he used to live with went missing? Or that he wasn't aware of Mulder's Whole Thing™️ and thought hang on I used to know a Samantha that went missing? Or that he never can across her file with her picture in and thought: wait a minute? Like Dude?? Were you a bad brother, bad agent, or both?

[foxanddanapetrie]

Remember when Scully was all like “I want you to do me a favor. It’s not negotiable either you do it or I kill you, do you understand.” because I do

[vampirewalterskinner]

Spender: I need praise and attention 🥺

Scully, Skinner, & CSM: Ew. Gross. 🙄

Mulder: I need praise and attention 🥺

Scully, Skinner, & CSM: Of course 🥰 Whatever you need, king 💖

[football-in-tuxedos]

And, despite computer difficulty, I have managed to get another X-Files review up.  We're up to Two Fathers, AKA Everyone Hates Spender.

[incorrectxfiles]

Huh, this is a new feeling. Pride in someone else. Unfortunately, it’s overshadowed by all this unyielding rage.

Cigarette Smoking Man, after being thwarted by Jeffery Spender

[oldlizmargifs]

smh...