#jewish mulder

[leiascully]

Fic: who shall rest and who shall wander

980 words; post-revival; g for gentle; soft and Jewish

Mulder doesn't remember the last time he celebrated Rosh Hashanah.  He doesn't go to the synagogue, but he sits Gracie on the counter as he peels and cuts apples.  She kicks her little feet against the cabinets and he passes her apple slices.  Enough will make it into the cake.  He likes feeding his child.  She grows and thrives, all auburn curls and inquisitive green eyes, and it soothes just a little of the ache Emily left.  He never had the chance to nourish his other children.  If William - Jackson - survived or thrived, it wasn't on his account. But Grace's cheeks are round and her limbs are strong and he is so grateful he doesn't know what to do with all that he feels.

He could go to the synagogue.  He's sure there are any number of them in the greater DC area, maybe even a congregation that would take in a lapsed atheist whose memories of services flicker like a havdalah candle.  No doubt his therapist would tease out some thread woven deep into his consciousness: an image of his mother with her hand cupped over her eyes, the rich smell of challah and the taste of wine.  A moment of peace, a moment of fear; letters on a page he traced but could not read.  Maybe that's the root of his love for the mysterious and the unknowable.  

Gracie asks to get down.  When he complies, she scampers off with a basket of books to tuck herself into her favorite Gracie-sized chair, her own little rocker on the front porch.  It's a pretty day.  He watches her through the window as she flips through her books and chatters to herself.  It is a perfect moment, wholly beautiful.  Holy.  Beautiful.

He pulls out his phone and brings up a recording of the only prayer he can remember.  Avinu Malkeinu plays, tinny and thin, his phone's speakers not doing justice to the timbre of the singer's voice.  It is mournful, soaring.  The tune sounds familiar, as if it's been in his dreams or his bones all these years, half-remembered.  Something about sin, something about forgiveness: the same song he's sung all his life, transcribing himself into a minor key.  Mulder chops the apples small, tips them into a bowl with lemon and honey and cinnamon, leaves them to sit.  Let them soak in the sweetness.  He has been allowing himself the same luxury, these past few years.

For the first time, he opens a recipe for challah.  The dough is soft and sticky.  He calls Grace back in, gives her a blob of it, teaches her to knead as if he didn't learn it from a YouTube video five minutes ago.  Under her hands, it transforms into a mess that covers the counter, her face, and her hands.  But the dough in the mixer bowl becomes round and taut, a thing all its own.  He believes that it will grow and transform in the bright warmth of a sunbeam.  He believes that he has made something good and nourishing.  He believes that he can, now.  It took years.

They leave the dough to rise and he takes Gracie down to the creek.  They gather pebbles on the way.  He cups his hands to receive Gracie's selections, and she fills them.  There are enough pebbles for her to fling four little fistfuls, with a few left over for him.  They patter on the water.  Tiny fish flicker away.  He doesn't know what to say or how to explain it to Gracie, but he feels lighter, after.  L'dor v'dor: a small gift from the grandmother Grace will never meet.  He is free to rewrite his parents' legacy for her, to give her only the wheat and let the chaff blow away.  She will inherit a stranger world, but she has her mother's good sense.  He consoles himself with the notion that they did all they could to make sure there was any world for her at all.  When she gets tired, he hoists her onto his shoulders.  The tall grass in the field has gone from green to golden when he wasn't looking.  It shifts in the wind with a hissing like the sea, and Grace watches the horizon, beyond and beyond.  

When they get back to the house, he listens to Leonard Cohen.  They have been through fire and water, through high ordeal and common trial.  Gracie colors at the table.  Apple cake, in its nascent state, holds no interest for her since she isn't allowed to eat the batter, but she likes plunging her fist into the quivering mass of the challah dough.  It consumes her arm almost to the elbow; she laughs and makes a face and both things remind him so much of Scully that his heart squeezes.  The mixer whirs, whirling the cake batter together.  Mulder braids the challah the way he used to braid Samatha's hair and coils it into a round loaf.  He leaves it to rise again under its tea towel.  Good things take time.

The house smells amazing by the time Scully gets home.  The brisket emerges from the slow cooker in shreds, dripping jus.  Mulder serves it to his beautiful girls alongside a tangled wedge of potato kugel.  There's a kale salad for the adults, accented with more apples and some pickled beets, and peas for Grace, which she picks up one by one with her little plastic fork.   

"What did we learn today?" Mulder asks.

"Shana tova!" Grace declares through a mouthful of challah.  They didn't say the right words over it, but Mulder feels like he prayed.  The flames of the candles on the table are as steady as Scully's gaze, as steady as the warmth that blooms inside him.

"We're going to have a sweet year," Mulder promises, and that's a prayer too.  

Scully tilts her head.  She sips at her wine.  "I believe you," she says, and takes his hand.  

[therealsaintscully]

[singeart]

what if Mulder had a bar mitzvah as an adult and invited Scully <3 <3 <3

the kippah by itself bc i think it’s cute :)

[randomfoggytiger]

(Credit to @i-still-want--to-believe -- her edits here.)

I just noticed a parallel between Anne Frank's diary and Samantha Mulder's recovered journal.

Was it intentional? Because, if so... yeah, that's dark.

[mostunwantedfbi]

@handgiven liked for a sentence starter!

"So about the book of Revelations thing: how much of it is actually going to come to pass? Do you know?"

[cicadaboybat]

fox spooky transsexual mulder is my favorite reason to be autistic and watch all of xfiles from the beginning over again to comfort myself

[gingerteaonthetardis]

can i say something. i am so bored of the writers going it's a scully episode guys what do we do and then answering themselves with talk about her catholicism again of course. like it is the part of her character that interests me least and every time it comes up i wish i was learning something else about her instead of rehashing her religious guilt again

[sleepyscully]

When do you think Mulder and Scully first started dating?

this ask has been sitting in my ask box for over a year because when i got it simply couldn't answer it because i'm shit at remembering timelines. but now that i am getting along in my rewatch i think i have an answer

the short answer is: i think mulder and scully started dating in season 6

but this is the internet so you're gonna get the long answer as well

I think that during the season 4 cancer arc they both realize that they have feelings for each other

throughout season 5 they become aware that the other has feelings for each other but they don't address it. i think that explains a lot of the flirting and a lot of the awkwardness.

Then we have fight the future and i mean... their feelings for each other are basically an open secret now, one that they not necessarily talk about (yet) but they almost kissed for gods sake (or actually kissed if you believe the alternate version ;)

I've been trying to pinpoint the exact moment/episode where they started dating but it's haaard! (on that note i wanna add that i'm not sure they actually went out on dates, it doesn't seem like them. when i say they started dating i mean that some things developed that were more than friendship and that they maybe also talked about their feelings and everything)

however, i think i narrowed it down to a time between Triangle and Dreamland. Mulder's love confession at the end of triangle wasn't really successful but maybe mayyyybe it changed something in them. Also the kiss in triangle makes me believe that he wanted to kiss her AT LEAST ONCE in his life. On the other hand, that kiss could be interpreted as "i kissed you before and it was so good that i need to do it one last time before we might never see each other again"

Dreamland then we have the moment where Scully says "I'd kiss you if you weren't so damn ugly" and it gives me definite vibe of them being more than friends. I think that maybe they are not exclusive yet, or haven't talked about it but it was implied. I base that on Scully's reaction when he sees Fletcher flirting and hooking up with the assistant. Idk the whole ep, especially the evening in Mulder's apartment makes me believe that something happened between them.

Once we get to Rain King i am 100% sure they are dating even though they deny it to the others. They might not be sleeping with each other yet, because they seem to be very adamant about that but their relationship has definitely changed and i think they are exclusive by now.

anyways, that's my theory about their dating timeline!

thanks for asking :)

[deathsbestgirl]

txf fandom: we're all insane here

[freckleslikestars]

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"It was the right time. The right place. Peace had fallen." All Things ficlet

302 words, read here on AO3

Rain taps on the pane of his window, the occasional rumble of thunder or rush of a car churning through the wet street below. Across the bed, light scatters through the leaves of the tree blustering about outside, casting dancing shadows across her hand as it traces patterns up and down the bare shoulder beneath.

As the clock on his nightstand flicks over to five, she unfurls herself from his coiled embrace, slips from the musky warmth of his bedding into the cool air of his apartment. She finds her sweater and skirt with relative ease, but her bra and panties are more of a challenge to find, and she gives up on the search for her hose altogether.

His faucet leaks, a regular drip that syncopates with her heartbeat, a meditative rhythm that reminds her of him in a way: a constant. She thinks she should be panicking, that the raw ache between her legs should have her chest clenching with anxiety as she worries over the impending future and the potential that it will all blow up in their faces, but she’s eerily calm, settled, as if she knows, deep down, that they were waiting for the right time, and now they’re there, and everything’s going to be okay.

She leaves a note, short and sweet, loopy cursive telling him she’s gone home to shower, that she’ll get coffee and breakfast for them and see him in the office. She signs it with an S, and before she can second guess herself, she scrawls a little heart in the corner. She leaves it on her pillow, and presses a kiss to his temple, runs her fingers through hair that’s finally starting to grow out after his ordeal months ago.

It was the right time. The right place. Peace had fallen.

Tagging @today-in-fic

Send me one word prompts to get my creativity jump started

[jessiesjaded]

seeing someone slander mulder as a toxic catholic man and i really really, really want to know if they're from an alternate universe where mulder was the fucked up catholic and scully was.... free.

[teiasviago]

completed the brainrot transformation (for now)

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Fight the Future Fics (Part II)

No intro needed part 2, I suppose.

Loose chronological order below~!

**Note**: I will edit later-- got to get this out now.

David Hearne's Nine

""13:12

Of course, could you say that time really exists in this world as well? I mean, time is a form of measurement, not a tangible element. How we use it changes from era to era. Five hundred years from now, people might employ a twelve-hour day instead of a twenty-four-hour one. And there's the theory of relativity to factor in. Time is really a face we paint over the universe in the hopes it might tell us something.

12:37

Right now, it's saying that me and everyone else in this building has less than thirteen minutes to live. It's telling me that I'm helpless to do anything except watch it happen.

12:05

All I wanted was a soda....""

Mulder stares down the bomb.

@unremarkablehouse/Surajtare's Pizza

""Earlier that afternoon they had stood among the smoldering debris and settling ash, amid the scream of fire trucks and ambulances and pedestrians, as those least concussed from the blast attempted to sort of the kind of error that causes a building to explode in downtown Dallas. The SAC was dead, that much was clear, and the advisory agents who helped lead the search in the misidentified building took no time at all to decide that Agents Mulder and Scully could be chargeable scapegoats.

It was almost fifty minutes after the explosion that Mulder was able to press a bottle of water into her dusty hand and nearly two hours after that that they were finally dismissed.""

Scully is concerned over the bombing; and all of Mulder's joking and teasing can't pull that anxiety from her.

Suzanne Schramm's Falling

""Only in my nightmares do I fall. Mulder has spent over twenty years in a free fall. I've always realized that I was his life line but tonight it no longer seems like such a burden. I acknowledge to myself, at last, that I need him just as desperately. He, too, makes me whole. Tonight he is the one who's grounded and I am falling. My eyes fill with tears and I cannot find the words to express my overwhelming love for him.""

Scully has lived with 'falling' nightmares all her life; but she and Mulder live it for real after the bee stings.

goodgriff's 15 Minutes

""Mulder!”

His eyes flew open and he inhaled a gust of wind. “Cold,” he echoed her words from earlier.

“Don’t sleep.” She kissed his brow, his eyes. He had never felt so loved. He had never been so cold. “Don’t sleep. Look at me—I need you to open your eyes and look at me.”

“Scully,” he whispered hoarsely, and forced his lids to rise.

“Hi,” she smiled, her eyes filling with frozen tears. “Hi,” she whispered again, reverently.""

On a timer for survival, Scully power drags Mulder to the Snocat, soothing him along the way and CPR-ing him back to life.

@jewish-mulders/@anders-hawke/@iwtbscully/BananaChef‘

We Always Reveled in the Pain - Chapter 6

""Come on, Scully,” he insists, desperation wrapping its fingers around his throat. “Please. We can make it back.” He pulls her with him for a few steps, but every time she moves her legs, white-hot pain shoots up from her foot and she whimpers. “Scully.”

He acquiesces and sits down again, pulling her back onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her as she presses her forehead against his. “I’m sorry,” she breathes into the warm, stinging air between them.""

Mulder tries to rescue Scully after he wakes; but the two collapse poetically in the snow, together even in death.

A First (Ao3)

""They’re both weary even a week after Antarctica—him from being shot in the head, her from the bizarre effects of the Africanized honey bee, and both of them from the beginnings of frostbite. Still, Mulder sneaks out of bed one night and knocks gently on her door three times to announce his presence. Scully opens the door and ushers him inside with a furtive glance into the hallway....""

AU--Post FTF Mulder sneaks to visit his under wraps gf Scully to celebrate having survived their newest adventure.

Girlie_girl7's and FoxfireX's

Reflections in the Reflecting Pool

""Can you get out of the pool Mulder? I can't carry you."

Mulder looks at Scully dejectedly, "I carried you the length of a buried space craft. The least you can do is carry me to the car."

"Come on Mulder." <grunt> "And it was NOT a buried spacecraft."

"Ouch, ouch, careful. Was too."

Post FTF Mulder trips right into the reflecting pool, sprains his ankle, and drags Scully in with him.

Susanne Barringer's Awakening

""I've never seen you sleep," he says gently, once again reaching out to brush away that same strand of hair that has dropped onto my cheek with my movement toward sitting up. I look at him curiously.

"What are you talking about, Mulder? Of course you have." He nods his head in the negative.

"No," he responds.""

Post FTF Scully wakes from an impromptu nap; and is surprised that Mulder had-- despite his own burdens-- enjoyed watching her blissfully sleep.

GingerAlchemy's Static Codes

""Trying not to look. Looking anyway. This is mostly what they do these days, if she’s being honest with herself. Scully sometimes feels like her whole life is spent trying not to see things for what they are.

But today, she’s in the driver’s seat and he’s reclining in the passenger seat with his lanky limbs all stretched out and a tabloid magazine in his hands.

...From where she sits, there’s not a thing wrong in the world.

“Scully, you’d never believe this. This woman claims she’s the reincarnation of Elvis.""

Post FTF Scully ruminates on purposefully not seeing as she and Mulder bump along companionably on a dead-end Kersh detail.

marasmus's (Xanadu) Life During Wartime 06 - Stand by the Window (Or, Things to Do in Dulwich When You're Dead)

""Once they had tracked him down, only his threatened cascade of disclosure kept them at a distance, growling and snapping.

A few years ago he might have fought them, might have tried to disappear for good, or else oust Strughold. Now he was simply tired of it all.

And so he was finally forced to live the life he had pretended to have all along.""

Post FTF Well-Manicured Man didn't die in the car bomb, living in retirement until the events of Two Fathers/One Son.

FabulousMonster's Hair Wars

""Despite my dislike, I thought the Hair served its purpose over the past year. It provided some levity, albeit to the wrong people. I knew The Gunmen--mavens of style--had been merciless in their critique.

But I think the Hair was Mulder's way of taking control of our roller-coaster existence last year. It wasn't lost on me that the Hair underwent renovations during high moments of stress. While we were off the X-Files, the Hair stayed consistently shorn. It was spiked to the heavens everytime we met with Kersh. When the ghost told Mulder that he was prone to paramasturbatory illusions, the Hair's sideburns virtually disappeared. I could almost hear the Flowbee being fired up after his drug-induced declaration of love in Bermuda.

I looked over at him again.... The Hair stuck its tongue out at me.""

Finally: an explanation for post FTF Mulder's horrendous buzzcuts and Scully's tragic S7 hair-- and TLG celebrating their friends' liberation. (I adore this fic with everything in me.)

Ten's (The Salvation Archive)

Laid Bare (Alt.)

""I knew he wasn't THAT far gone.

"Okay, here's the deal. Every few feet you manage, you rack up another kiss, to be delivered when we're settled in the snowcat. Reaching the snowcat will give you the bonus prize of some heavy necking, and a guarantee that when we get home, you'll get much, much more."

He blinks and gapes....

We make it to the snowcat. Now I know how to keep him from ditching me in the future... I should have worked out long ago that incentives are much more effective than threats...""

Scully threatens then wheedles Mulder back to the Snocat, helping to insulate him with alien goo, bring down his temperature, and reassure him he rescued her necklace as well. And after their release, she refuses to let her partner distance himself.

Sliding Doors

""Doors were opening along the hallway, neighbours sticking their heads out....

Mulder suddenly let out a strained choking noise. It abruptly ceased.

"Mulder?" Scully froze, then checked his vitals. His pulse was beating...

He wasn't breathing.""

AU-- Mulder accidentally squashes the bee on Scully and gets stung on his palm. getting stung on his palm. Between calling for help and trying to keep him alive in the hallway, Scully doesn't see danger until it-- literally-- smacks her in the face. But, of course, she's NOT letting her partner perish in Antarctica, stealing her mother's clothes and chastising herself all the forlorn way.

Beneath the Surface

""I couldn't hear the voices anymore. Whoever it was had probably gone to get help or security or something. Mulder would probably keep moving the car forward at the same pace, just enough to force me inexorably backwards until he had enough room to get the car out of the space. I couldn't let that happen. So I took a deep breath and pushed myself sideways, falling so that I lay directly in front of the left wheel. Leaving no room for him to manoeuvre except over me.

I'd left a metre between me and the bumper bar, but it was still scary to see the tread of the tire before me and hear the engine running.""

AU-- Scully thought Mulder had died in FTF, and vowed to make a confession once and more all. But he starts shoving her away, making rash decisions in The Beginning, and becoming shorter tempered and angrier at her. She realizes his hard-headedness has more to do with his actual head than their relationship.

@scullysexual/PostApocolypticAlien’s

Safe Now (Ao3)

""You were in the middle of nowhere, miles away from Bureaucracy and rules. Out here you were just Mulder and Scully- two people who witnessed and survived the impossible.""

Mulder wakes, holding Scully while a kind, random stranger hauls them back to safety.

100 days of 100 word dialogue prompts - Chapter 20

""Did you think I wouldn’t?” Mulder asks.

Unconscious, Scully hadn’t thought anything. In that tube, seeing him there, she thought she had died.

“It was irrational,” she says shaking her head.

Mulder smiles. “Would you expected anything different?""

Mulder brushes off Scully's shock that he'd followed her.

50 Days of Prompts - Chapter 19

""Why did you do it?”

Why did he go all the way to Antarctica.

“To save you,” he answers almost bewildered himself that she was really asking her that. “Because they shouldn’t have taken you, it’s not fair.” He shakes his head. “None of it’s fair.” All the pain he’s caused her; the abduction, death of her sister, the cancer, this. It all just keeps adding and adding and he can’t anymore, he won’t.

Scully sighs once more, looks to be defeated, and sits down beside him.

“Is that all you did it for?” she asks quietly.""

Mulder reiterates his dedication to and love for Scully over Diana.

Karen Rasch's

Fate, Chance, Kings and Desperate Men

""Oh well, that's what you get for visiting Antarctica out of season, he now silently mused as he padded stiffly across the tiled floor towards his partner, treading as quietly as he was able. Way too much unwanted attention. As far as he could tell, Scully and he were the only two full-time patients the facility had. So, together, they bore the brunt of the staff's zeal. Much to Mulder's dismay. He had repeatedly assured the medical personnel attending to his wellbeing. I'm fine, he told them. A little tired. A little crispy around the edges. But once you got past that and the assorted aches and pains throbbing along the length of his battered form, he really didn't have much to complain about. Nothing that a few hundred ibuprofen couldn't cure.

He wished he could say the same about Scully.""

Scully slowly recovers after being rescued.

Erin M. Blair's (Ao3)

Leaving My Love

""I can't let them divide us. I won't let it happen. If I leave him, who will protect him? Who will help him find the truth? Who will....? Don't go there, Dana. You know he loves you; you could see it his eyes.

I can't leave him.""

Scully leaves OPR determined not to let Them break the partnership; but she is unresolved on confessing her feelings or clinging to Mulder under the guise of professionalism. She knows he loves her; but....

As I Wait

""None of this make any sense to me at all. How could it make any sense? If it made any sense, Scully and I wouldn't have to appear at the Office of Professional Review.""

Mulder, excused from OPR, wallows in his confusion over being blamed for the tragedy... and almost dying without telling Scully he'd loved her.

The Conversation of Love

""Mulder and I were at the reflecting pool after my meeting with the Office of Professional Review. He wanted me to quit and to become a doctor. I know why. He didn't want anything to happen to me. He was scared of losing me. He was scared that I might die.

I would never leave you, Mulder. How could I leave you after everything that we had been through? It's impossible for me to leave. "If I quit now, they win." I gazed into his hazel eyes with a smile on my face. I love him. I know I love him.""

AU-- Post FTF Scully purposefully picks up the threads of their hallway conversation back at her apartment.

The Reunion

""I hope the bee doesn't sting me again," Scully murmured as she watched Mulder turning the key to open his door to his apartment....

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Scully.""

AU-- Post FTF Scully and Mulder pick up where they left off.

If the Bee Hadn't Stung Scully

""When Scully and I got back from Antartica, I was wondering what would happen if the bee hadn't stung her.""

AU-- Post FTF Mulder is oddly grateful that the bee stung Scully, since it did help them validify the reinstatement of the X-Files and brought to light their unspoken feelings.

Returning the Cross

""The cross necklace symbolized many things for both Mulder and I. For me, it symbolized my faith. My faith in God. My faith in Mulder.

As for Mulder, my necklace symbolized me. When I was missing, he finally told me that he wore the necklace to be close to me. He told me while I was in the coma that I had the strength of my own beliefs to pull through. I think that he wore it to feel my strength to pull him through.""

AU-- Post FTF Scully mourns the loss of her cross. Mulder drops in, gifts it back to her, and picks up where they left off in his hallway.

Discovery Of A New Hope

""Why are you calling?"

"This has something to do with that bomb," Erin answered, in a professional manner.

Scully saw her husband's impatient expression and decided to end the conversation. "Erin, we'll talk later.""

AU-- Mulder and Scully are married and expecting their third baby; but that, of course, doesn't prevent him from almost dying trapped with a bomb. Despite Scully's fears that their partnership will be broken up, her cousin (of all people) help the duo pull through.

Pattie's

Then, Let's Go Home

""Penny for your thoughts, Scully?"

"Hmm? Oh, I was just wondering where we go from here. You do know, of course, they'll destroy, cleanse, sanitize each and every thing we've said and written, everything we knew as evidence, and think they've broken us. But they haven't. I think you know that as well as I do." She patted his arm and smiled slightly, weariness showing around her eyes.""

Post FTF Mulder is shocked that Scully is staying by his side-- she even admits the spaceship, for his sake.

And Then He Kissed Me

""For our efforts to expose something dangerous and frightening, I was kidnapped. experimented upon twice, and now everything we accomplished has been for nothing. We have to pick up the pieces, pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and get on with things. Things? THINGS will never be the same.""

AU-- Post FTF Scully sticks by Mulder more than ever; and is deliciously happy that he slowly picks up where they left off.

jordan's Alligator Moon

""Edgar Ray Terran was dead. The wet parts of him seemed to have ended up on Scully, or splattered among the leaves, or in a long furrow filled with blackish blood and gore. There were patches of skin and hair on the tree trunks on the path, and fragments of clothing torn in pieces on the ground. The scene looked like the aftermath of an airplane crash with only one passenger and no plane....

Then almost without any thought at all, she had the Sig in her hands and Mulder was holding his automatic in a two handed grip and they were facing away from each other, turning in a slow circle. Whoever or whatever had done this was still out there. Scully felt her back come up warm and solid against his. They stopped for a moment, their breathing exactly in synch.""

Trapped in a cabin surrounded by either cocaine or sugar, Mulder and Scully are forced to pause long enough to address some of the frustrations of their stalemate after FTF-- and hopefully survive a particularly vicious wendigo.

EllieL/Ellie's Between Two Truths

""Mulder's words struck a chord with me. I was raised to believe that there was no greater democracy that American, but my work on the X-Files has challenged this belief. I now know this government keeps secrets from their people. And they do not do it alone. These secrets are the truth we seek.""

Post FTF Scully sits in the dark on a stakeout, thinking over the Antarctica adventure, Mulder's truth, and her new faith.

Canon-Divergence/AUs

Taverl's Arlington

""As the cab pulled away from the curb, he tried to calm his thoughts, to focus on the night ahead and the anticipation of seeing her again. Even though it had been a while since he had shown up on her doorstep he knew she wouldn't turn him away. But he also knew her acceptance would change nothing. 

Mulder mulls over Kurtzweil's hints, slowly coming around to investigating them with Scully (who he'd often dropped in for "late night" visits before.)

insouuuuf’s this is not going to end well.

““Her heart is racing ; a sudden feeling of uneasiness is settling into her.

Not because she doesn’t know who it is.

Oh no.

She knows.

That’s what’s making her feel that way. Him. At her place.

Three loud poundings in the middle of the night ? After what happened this afternoon ? : this is not going to end well.””

Mulder is not tipped off by Kurtzweil but winds his way to Scully’s anyway. She finally addresses their relationship, as well as her thoughts, goals, and fears. 

RebeccaRusnak/Anonymous‘s (mulderscreek) Small Blessings

""I didn't realize you were that big of a Sox Fan."

"It's not that. It's the principal of the thing."

"There's principal in a ballgame?"

"Normalcy, then. Think about it. It's about as far from here as you can get. The quintessential American moment.""

Mulder and Scully fantasize about warm summers and tropical vacations while waiting in the Snocat; but she doesn't let them brush off another genuine moment, leading up to an "I love you."

Jennifer Stoy's Somebody's Goodnight Kiss

""I remember the hallway very well. Her eyes ringed with tears, and a flicker that I swore was desire. My very own corner of beauty in the world, and she was gone. So long, Mulder. I'm leaving and that's that. I couldn't let it go.

"You were gonna kiss me," she murmurs. "But I was gonna kiss you right back at the same time."

My mind slips away from that and to the ice. Always the ice.""

Post FTF Mulder, hazy and discouraged in DC summer sun, asks Scully how she can keep going. A little tune and words of love help restore his spirits.

Anne Haynes's (Gossamer)

Package Deal (Alt.)

" She blinked, as if finally realizing that he was confused. "You haven't listened to ANY messages today?"

He shook his head.

A slow smile spread across her face, lighting it up from within. "Mulder, there's a message on your machine from Skinner. The FBI is reopening the X-Files."

Mulder felt something curl into a hot, tight little knot inside him. He sank to the coffee table in front of where she sat.

"Skinner said that Cassidy couldn't dispute the need to look into the possibility of a terrorist plot to spread a virus for which we currently have no cure. Based on our findings in the Dallas bombing case, they had no choice but to arrange for the reactivation of the only unit in the FBI qualified to pursue such investigations." Scully's ended her explanation with another mega-watt smile.

He couldn't help but smile back. "You did it, Scully."

AU-- Mulder and Scully are overjoyed: their trip to Antarctica bolstered their case, earning them an expansion for their office. They both start to solidify their own personal relationship as well.

(Follow up to this might be Chin Music/chinmusi.txt... I think.)

@im-a-goddamn-cat/Owlfrost1's (FFN) One Man Not Alone

""She begins walking down the hall, looking at all the containers and realizes that they're cropods of some kind. She goes over to one and wipes the snow off it so she can see inside. Inside is a man.... She wipes more of the snow away towards the bottom and sees something else in the cryopod with him. It isn't human and it isn't an animal of any kind.

It can only be described as alien.""

Mulder is stung instead of Scully; and she moves heaven and earth with fury to get him back.

stellar_dust's (Ao3) Heaven's Ashes (Ao3)

""Mulder turned the knobs wildly on the remaining oxygen tanks, praying he was turning them the right way, breathing with relief when he heard the telltale hiss, shoved Scully inside the transport bed and climbed in after her, pulled the top closed just seconds before something that was all claws and teeth and eyes and slime slammed into the side -

Mulder held his breath. The seal held.

Two more crashes - three - the vessel still held, and the thing slunk away after easier prey. He breathed again.

Outside the tiny capsule of sanity, he could hear raucous screams and cries, loud, cloying wails as though a soul was torn asunder from its body, muted through the walls of the isolation chamber. Mulder shivered, and the entire huge structure shuddered almost in perverted empathy.""

The vaccine malfunctions the ship, killing all the alien lifeforms and skyrocketing Mulder and Scully to space before they can escape. There is no hope of return; and Scully wrestles with anger and fear before resigning herself, returning to Mulder determined to spend whatever life she has left with him.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3)

Seeking Warmth (Ao3)

""Aren’t we a pair of ragamuffin Eskimos.” Mulder says the words quietly, just loud enough for me to hear over the crunching cadence of our feet as we trudge across the ice towards the hulking mass of a C-130 aircraft. Despite the geographic faux paux, his words are oddly encouraging, and I do my best to ignore the curious stares of the well-insulated, hale and hearty passengers who stream by us. Compared to them, we do make for a shabby duo: Mulder’s parka is ripped in several places, and the duct tape he used for patching only draws attention to that fact. My jacket isn’t much better....

We’re far behind the rest of the group, now. I’m still weak from dehydration and exposure, and have difficulty maintaining my usual “brisk pace,” as Mulder describes it. The over-sized boots aren’t helping, either. I have to stop and catch my breath for a moment. Despite the thick layers I’m wearing, I can feel the pressure of Mulder’s hand against the small of my back. He hasn’t left my side since my release from the Station's sick bay, and he clearly won’t leave me now.""

Scully, though a little wear and tear, feels better the closer she gets to DC, giving back some of Mulder's mother-henning and hallway gesturing when he returns her necklace.

 Violetta_Valery's The bee in the room

""They spend the next couple of hours turning the office upside down, in search of the vial. The smell of the smoke hits and stirs the air with every cabinet opened, every drawer rummaged, and it dilutes the heavy fragrance of Diana. Suddenly neither remembers the woman had even been there, too involved in the task of digging the truth.

It feels just like their golden days, and as they steal gazes at each other, both can tell there’s almost a thrill to it, a joy only them can truly grasp. But the vial is nowhere in their office. There is no stone left to be turned there, there’s no sign of it, and the search ends like countless of their cases: with a sense of bitter frustration, closed, but with a loose end to it. Only this time, they feel it in their bones. This time, it is personal.""

Post FTF Mulder and Scully burrow their hallway frustrations into righteous anger over Diana Fowley's betrayal (a heavily redacted OPR report)... and then decide to avoid their unspoken no longer.

Amatia's One Man, But Not Alone

""I don't even get a thank you?" he asked, reaching out to wrap his long fingers around her arm as she turned to place the glass back on a card table to the left of his bed. Beside it was another cot, the blankets rumpled.

He may be only one man, but he was not alone.""

Scully confesses her own feelings when Mulder finally wakes.

Paper and Amber Liquid

""Mulder's cell phone rang. "Mulder."

"Well, well, if it isn't Fox Mulder," came an unmistakable voice.

Mulder immediately tensed. "Is it true?"

"Yes it's true, you idiot," Alex Krycek snapped.

"Why?" Mulder asked.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you give it to me?""

After Mulder and Scully scrabble back to the Snocat and are rescued, Krycek decides to do them a solid by mailing them a little more vaccine. Scully takes the cure, doses up Mulder, and starts working on making more.

Nascent's

MetaRomance

""I sigh, considering a sarcastic remark but instead seeking refuge in the enigmatic. "That 'Whoever reflects on four things, it were better he had never been born: that which is above, that which is below, that which is before, and that which is after.'"

A normal woman would've remarked on how depressing that is, or thought of some intellectual reply, but Scully just scrunches up her face for a moment and then says, "The Talmud, right?"

With Scully, never assume.""

AU-- Post FTF Mulder ruminates on the on-again/off-again relationship he had with Scully since S3; and the agonizingly slow climb to this moment where he can finally say "I love you." with Scully, their tender relationship and hard times that led them to this moment on the couch, waiting for her to wake.

Pillar of Salt

""The chanting stopped, and as Mulder's vision cleared, he identified its source--Arthur von Deer, eyes and mouth wide in a cartoonish mask as he gaped at the resurrected agent. In his hands were two defibrillator paddles, but Mulder could see the machine attached to them wasn't charging. The endless, electric wail was coming from the heart monitor near Scully's head.""

AU?--Post FTF Mulder and Scully investigate a casefile that brings them both to death and face-to-face with losses that refuse to leave. Dreams and visions and double realities help them confront the one that they've brushed under the rug.

Said the Spider to the Fly

""Skinner hadn't given her pictures of the bee sting, or what came after.

"I'm only urging you to be careful," her supervisor had told her fiercely.

As if on cue, Mulder spoke roughly, a catch in his throat. "Who gave you these?"

She wet her lips. "Skinner." The older man's voice still rang in her mind: _I'm on your side, Scully. I know how this looks, but you have to trust me.""

AU-- Post FTF Skinner brings surveillance photos to Scully, concerned about Mulder's mental state and warning her about stricter Consortium surveillance. She flees with Mulder to a motel, carefully prying him open about his wounds from his sister and ex-wife. Of course, not is all as it seems.

Shoshana's

Recovery 01

Recovery 02

Recovery 03

Recovery 04

""I open the door to his apartment and he's still sitting on the couch, looking as glum as can be. I shouldn't have abandoned him like that. I shouldn't have left him alone just because he asked about Diana....

Mulder has no memory of the way we've been teasing and romancing each other this summer. But I do. Nothing earth shattering. Just a lot of quiet dinners at nice little places. A lot of moonlit walks.... He probably suspects that the shooting is what crumbled my resistance, forced me to affirm my feelings for him. Yes, most definitely it shook me up, made me re-evaluate our relationship. But also there were the events of the past few months, when our caseload dwindled and we had time to relax with one another.

He can't remember those lazy summer days we spent together and I regret that, because I've never been courted like that by any man, especially a man like Mulder. I'm determined to give him some much better memories once he gets his health back.""

S7 Mulder is shot on a case, losing all of his memoires of their life post the events of Fight the Future. Scully is devastated; but finds his private journal so he can relive the past year and becomes his encouraging shadow.

Enjoy!

[beesarthur]

The X-Files, 6:2: Drive

~ Scully taking command of this investigation from inside the quarantined morgue ~

What is the plot? Mulder and Scully are in Idaho doing routine checks that people who have bought huge amounts of fertilizer are in fact using it for farming when they see a strange car chase in Nevada playing out on tv (featuring a guy played by Bryan Cranston). Needless to say, they quickly abandon their task and take a detour, incurring many costs and doing many actions that their new boss, Assistant Director Kersh, objects to in order to figure out what caused a women's ear drum to spontaneously burst, and why it happened when she stopped moving. Scully finds herself setting up a quarantine in an autopsy room with a local coroner, while Mulder finds himself in Weird Car Chase 2.0. They figure out a possible solution, but can't get it done in time. Mulder pulls off his tie and gazes out at the ocean, as Scully watches him thoughtfully.

What does this episode suggest about Mulder and Scully’s relationship with each other? They care about each other, they bicker, they're a good team. Scully tells the local cop (played by Michael O'Neill, who I primarily recognize as the head of the Secret Service on The West Wing) that, despite the wild things Mulder is saying and doing, they should take him at his word. Kersh thinks that Scully apologizes for Mulder a lot.

Where are the aliens? could the DoD project that fucked up people's eardrums have something to do with aliens? plausible, but not suggested in this episode

[yennefer]

happy birthday makilah!!!! <333333

thank you anna!! 🤍

[actual-changeling]

We don't talk enough about the fact that RIGHT after Memento Mori we get an episode where a woman's fiance is killed and she loves him so much she literally brings (a version of) him back to life.

He died shortly before their wedding, and in the end she performs the ceremony with him and then releases his "soul" and mourns him. Scully and Mulder witness most of it.

I already mentioned the parallels to DeadAlive at some point:

But when you compare Kaddish to Memento Mori the similarities are practically screaming at you. The title itself refers to a Jewish prayer of mourning and fits perfectly.

Not only is the colour scheme the same just reversed, the actions and their positioning mirror each other too. Add to that the fact that these are Jewish traditions and thus by extension Mulder's traditions and you have a vortex of pain.

The woman's father even says that she tried to bring him back with her love—but he's merely a husk, a dead man walking. I think you could say that Scully is already a dead woman walking at this point, though by Redux it's quite literal. They both know that, they both were forced to confront it at the hospital, they are both aware that there's a timer looming above them as it ticks and ticks.

Mulder and Arial cannot accept reality, so they fight it with their beliefs. Belief in the truth, in God and her traditions, it all comes down to a matter of faith.

Here are some comparisons of what I consider to be the most important shots/parallels.

My favourite part, however, is the ending.

Scully shows up and helps Mulder back on his feet (he got knocked down by said semi-revived now-husband) and then asks him about what's happening.

Saying Goodbye.

We get a wonderful shot of Mulder's face as he says it, and oh look it's familiar devastation and grief! From the moment he learns about her diagnosis, Mulder is both preemptively grieving her and simultaneously refusing to accept any of it. No matter how far he tries to run from it, he'd never run from Scully and thus cannot escape her equally inescapable death sentence.

Arial had to accept the death of Isaac and Mulder has to accept Scully's fate.

Without wanting to, Mulder is already beginning to say goodbye and preparing himself for the loss he knows will destroy him. Everything Mulder does, from looking for a cure to celebrating her birthday because it might be her last, is his personal song of mourning—his prayer directed at everyone and no one.

He invented wishing her back to life and did it over and over again, however many times it takes; he needs her more than he needs to breathe.