Meme
Stolen from memories_child and lule_bell.
Silent as Night (I've put "working title" next to it)
Looks like an AU post- Requiem fic in which Mulder is never abducted, but Scully is still pregnant.
"I won't let you go alone."
Her voice played like a broken record over and around in his head hundreds of times on the drive there. The words grabbed at Mulder and carried him into a hypnotic trance, and with each passing minute, every repeated syllable Mulder felt Scully's cross grow heavier on his throat.
Behind
I think it's a drabble meant for thedrabblefiles Sloth prompt...
The same hands that flipped through files, that held a gun and pulled its trigger, that drove him far away without looking back, were the same hands that held William delicately as he said he could never leave them behind.
Intrepid Men
Continuation of A Distant Refrain, which I still haven't gotten around to finishing.
“How do I know… you’re not one of them coming to get me?” The boy hasn’t moved. The pitch and tone of his voice, the underlying paranoia, give away more than his youth, more than his trembling hands ever could. It’s a familiar voice, but he can’t place it.
Mulder searches for something to say that won’t sound rehearsed, that will calm the boy while giving him control of the situation. What he comes up with is simply, “I wouldn’t need this gun.”
This is the Way the World Ends
My XF Big Bang fic that I would like to finish at some point.
They eat breakfast, desperately trying to hold on to something normal, something familiar. Scully tells him about her patients, but while her voice is steady and firm he can see the nervous sheen swimming in her bright eyes. He talks about the article he's writing, the one he hasn't been able to get himself to work on in over three months. He pretends like it's coming along and she tries to be interested. Instead, they just end up pushing bacon and eggs around on their plates while the nightmare begins outside.
Untitled (rejected scene from my XF Santa fic)
Originally I think I was going to write about a year in their life post-TT, divided up into the four seasons. But I never got around to writing anything but fall. Not sure where I was going with this part, as it's quite disjointed.
Mulder drives is nearly driven mad by the endless stretches of highway, the faceless gas station clerks, the suspicions he can’t shake that they are being watched at all times. Innocent travelers become bounty hunters if they dare follow too closely for more than a few miles. Where are you headed? becomes Where can we find you? He keeps his eyes on the road, and everything else is there in the peripherals.
Every smile is a knowing smirk, every greeting a taunt. There is simply no one to trust, not anymore, and he's not going to chance it. Sometimes Mulder drives for days without stopping. Other nights, they check into cheap motels, paying with cash.
He fucks her soundlessly in the dark on the creaky beds, her taut, slick skin beneath his fingers, her teeth on his neck the only things keeping him from going insane.
I've also got a few notebooks with snippets of fic here and there, and in my WIP folder there are several titles with no fic written in them.
Silent as Night (I've put "working title" next to it)
Looks like an AU post- Requiem fic in which Mulder is never abducted, but Scully is still pregnant.
"I won't let you go alone."
Her voice played like a broken record over and around in his head hundreds of times on the drive there. The words grabbed at Mulder and carried him into a hypnotic trance, and with each passing minute, every repeated syllable Mulder felt Scully's cross grow heavier on his throat.
Behind
I think it's a drabble meant for thedrabblefiles Sloth prompt...
The same hands that flipped through files, that held a gun and pulled its trigger, that drove him far away without looking back, were the same hands that held William delicately as he said he could never leave them behind.
Intrepid Men
Continuation of A Distant Refrain, which I still haven't gotten around to finishing.
“How do I know… you’re not one of them coming to get me?” The boy hasn’t moved. The pitch and tone of his voice, the underlying paranoia, give away more than his youth, more than his trembling hands ever could. It’s a familiar voice, but he can’t place it.
Mulder searches for something to say that won’t sound rehearsed, that will calm the boy while giving him control of the situation. What he comes up with is simply, “I wouldn’t need this gun.”
This is the Way the World Ends
My XF Big Bang fic that I would like to finish at some point.
They eat breakfast, desperately trying to hold on to something normal, something familiar. Scully tells him about her patients, but while her voice is steady and firm he can see the nervous sheen swimming in her bright eyes. He talks about the article he's writing, the one he hasn't been able to get himself to work on in over three months. He pretends like it's coming along and she tries to be interested. Instead, they just end up pushing bacon and eggs around on their plates while the nightmare begins outside.
Untitled (rejected scene from my XF Santa fic)
Originally I think I was going to write about a year in their life post-TT, divided up into the four seasons. But I never got around to writing anything but fall. Not sure where I was going with this part, as it's quite disjointed.
Mulder drives is nearly driven mad by the endless stretches of highway, the faceless gas station clerks, the suspicions he can’t shake that they are being watched at all times. Innocent travelers become bounty hunters if they dare follow too closely for more than a few miles. Where are you headed? becomes Where can we find you? He keeps his eyes on the road, and everything else is there in the peripherals.
Every smile is a knowing smirk, every greeting a taunt. There is simply no one to trust, not anymore, and he's not going to chance it. Sometimes Mulder drives for days without stopping. Other nights, they check into cheap motels, paying with cash.
He fucks her soundlessly in the dark on the creaky beds, her taut, slick skin beneath his fingers, her teeth on his neck the only things keeping him from going insane.
I've also got a few notebooks with snippets of fic here and there, and in my WIP folder there are several titles with no fic written in them.