Christmas fic for elliotsmelliot
Title: Oceanic 815
Summary: Lost/X-Files crossover: The discovery of the flight’s survivors lands on Mulder and Scully’s desk.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine. If The X-Files were, seasons 6-9 would not have happened.
Merry Christmas to:
elliotsmelliot , who requested this in a fic exchange. Hope you enjoy it.
Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Author’s note: I have played somewhat fast and loose with the canonical timeline of The X-Files in order to align season 7 with Lost. Back in my days as an X-phile, Fox’s Malcolm in the Middle promos made me wonder, “Is that little Samantha who’s playing that girl Malcolm likes?” (It wasn’t.)
“…a single picture, from her ninth birthday. Sabine was right at the edge of the frame, looking like she didn’t know she was being photographed as Alex blew out the candles with Dad holding her hair back from the flames.” - "Sharper (In Gratitude)"
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The girl in the photograph looks like Samantha. If nothing else about this case attracted Mulder’s attention, Scully is halfway sure he’d have them on it just for that. A girl with sharp features and a pale face, the same thick, dark hair tied back in ribbons. She found herself doing what she’s insisted Mulder do so many times - When did that start, Dana? - and forcing herself to focus on the differences: the nose, the way her hair falls, the shape of her mouth. The picture shows the girl who is not Samantha with a man who both is and is not her father.
They stole the children. Scully doesn’t know why that bothers her more than everything else she’s come across in these files. You know that isn’t true, Dana. She closes her eyes and counts to five.
The girl is with her mother now, the only woman who could make that claim. She’s aged almost a decade since the photo was taken. Unlike Samantha, frozen at eight. Unlike - No.
Scully goes back through the file on the only person left alive to prosecute for any of it. Juliet Burke. A nice girl. A research-minded doctor. She’s handed in her license to practice medicine and confessed to being responsible for the deaths of nine women over the course of experiments in human fertility. That was different, Dana. Those women knew what was going on the entire time. In part. Maybe. Those women, healthy and cancer-free for reasons other people would like to know too. Scully’s never stopped wondering what happened during her illness, what Mulder and Skinner have never told her, what they refuse to acknowledge even exists to tell. The years have taught her which battles to pick.
She hasn’t told Mulder that she’s glad the island is difficult to access, and dangerous; that the only investigative teams being sent are specialized beyond all ordinary reason. Otherwise, she knows, she would go. Either she’d let Mulder persuade her that a tropical interlude was just what she needed, or he’d let her persuade him that she was up for it. That it was something she needed to do, even. Neither one of them would really believe it.
**Image credit: Hanne at lost-forum.
Summary: Lost/X-Files crossover: The discovery of the flight’s survivors lands on Mulder and Scully’s desk.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine. If The X-Files were, seasons 6-9 would not have happened.
Merry Christmas to:
elliotsmelliot , who requested this in a fic exchange. Hope you enjoy it.
Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Author’s note: I have played somewhat fast and loose with the canonical timeline of The X-Files in order to align season 7 with Lost. Back in my days as an X-phile, Fox’s Malcolm in the Middle promos made me wonder, “Is that little Samantha who’s playing that girl Malcolm likes?” (It wasn’t.)
“…a single picture, from her ninth birthday. Sabine was right at the edge of the frame, looking like she didn’t know she was being photographed as Alex blew out the candles with Dad holding her hair back from the flames.” - "Sharper (In Gratitude)"
***
The girl in the photograph looks like Samantha. If nothing else about this case attracted Mulder’s attention, Scully is halfway sure he’d have them on it just for that. A girl with sharp features and a pale face, the same thick, dark hair tied back in ribbons. She found herself doing what she’s insisted Mulder do so many times - When did that start, Dana? - and forcing herself to focus on the differences: the nose, the way her hair falls, the shape of her mouth. The picture shows the girl who is not Samantha with a man who both is and is not her father.
They stole the children. Scully doesn’t know why that bothers her more than everything else she’s come across in these files. You know that isn’t true, Dana. She closes her eyes and counts to five.
The girl is with her mother now, the only woman who could make that claim. She’s aged almost a decade since the photo was taken. Unlike Samantha, frozen at eight. Unlike - No.
Scully goes back through the file on the only person left alive to prosecute for any of it. Juliet Burke. A nice girl. A research-minded doctor. She’s handed in her license to practice medicine and confessed to being responsible for the deaths of nine women over the course of experiments in human fertility. That was different, Dana. Those women knew what was going on the entire time. In part. Maybe. Those women, healthy and cancer-free for reasons other people would like to know too. Scully’s never stopped wondering what happened during her illness, what Mulder and Skinner have never told her, what they refuse to acknowledge even exists to tell. The years have taught her which battles to pick.
She hasn’t told Mulder that she’s glad the island is difficult to access, and dangerous; that the only investigative teams being sent are specialized beyond all ordinary reason. Otherwise, she knows, she would go. Either she’d let Mulder persuade her that a tropical interlude was just what she needed, or he’d let her persuade him that she was up for it. That it was something she needed to do, even. Neither one of them would really believe it.
**Image credit: Hanne at lost-forum.