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Past Resolution's Power I

Scully. He couldn't remember her face as a whole these days, just eyes here, mouth there: perfect recall but only in pieces.

Everlasting Part One

At a certain age, Dana Scully began to believe in fate and prophecy.

Days of Rain

She was Heisenberg's uncertainty: Mulder's skeptical disciple, a professional woman in love, a barren mother.

Uncharted Depths

"Can we once go to Florida and not discover monsters in the uncharted depths and verdant woods?" she asks out of nowhere.

The Ordinary Unbounded

A car went past in the dimming evening and Mulder flinched from the lights. He remembered the moment he'd realized Scully was in love with him.

Wasteland

How fitting, he thought, that at the end of the world it was just Mulder and Scully and the spectres of their grief against this picturesque scene of irradiated sea and contaminated breezes.

Serendipity

He realized he couldn't remember when she'd stopped smiling, or when she'd started again, but she seemed comfortable with it, like the smile wasn't something she had to work up to.

Almost

Here they were: a new beginning whether either of them were prepared.

Blasphemy?

"I can't keep up with you and your iconic faithful Magdalene anyway. You ought to learn to keep your disciples straight, boy."

A Three Fish Man

He had to remember to keep two mugs clean, and not to unbutton his shirt so far when the basement's ventilation went out in summer, and not to do all the things men do when women aren't watching, but it wasn't something new.

Least of All

A life where she wouldn't have to be a Hitchcock blonde; she'd wear old t-shirts on the weekends, cardigans to an uneventful job.

Paper Cup Aquarium

There was no place to make landfall where they were, drifting in the vast oceans of conspiracy and other theories.

There Must Be

There were some forces a physicist couldn't ignore; she wasn't sure if this was love or gravity, but it was inexorable. Written for 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

X-Mas Escapades

We're a bunch of greasy hackers dressed as elves. Don't quit your day job.

Faith, Hope, and Charity

Maybe there's hope in his apparent forgiveness, his consecration of my unforgiveable sin.