She hates the men for Emily, for long-lost Samantha Mulder, for her sister, and-most of all-for igniting this cold, consuming fire inside her. She feels a pang for the self-assured girl who went to Oregon, for her bad suits and worse hair. For all of the things she did not have to believe.
Scully smoothes her hand over the tangled blond bangs
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Thank you so much for your thoughts. I appreciate it.
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I am much obliged.
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It really does, doesn't it. LOL. But I think it takes a special caliber of fan and writer to stick with it all these years. :)
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I love it when a story can do this to me. Gorgeous work.
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"She'd begged Mulder to plead her case at the hearing because Christ, he'd sold her on chasing down his fantasies for five years and assumed he could talk anyone into anything. There were wounds in his come-hither eyes that bled sincerity and she, by virtue of empirical study, had faith in their abilities. She noted that he referred to her as Miss Scully-not Doctor, not Special Agent-but made her into a feminine abstraction as he dropped his bombshell about how she had been violated. And she knew in that awful moment that on the most basic level, she wanted Emily because she was hers. Because she was owed. Because it wasn't fair for anyone else to take the reins of the girl's small and terrible life."
Powerful writing, the descriptions are exquisite - brava and it's wonderful to see you writing again.
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Fuck you, Chris Carter.
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Thank you, really. The Emily arc is so horrifying to me in ways that William isn't. William's story is heartwrenching but I at least feel like she had some control over her decisions. But here, nothing.
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