That moment when your 12 y.o. tells you about this website their friend recommended, and it’s ff.net, and you have to explain that, look, different families have different rules but in this house we read AO3...
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Anonymous asked:
Finished your In Between series again for second time and the WORK you put into it, the love, the details! Amazing!!
Thank you! :) It's always really nice to hear that people have enjoyed it. I don't know if you're the same person who just went through the series on AO3 and commented on just about every single fic, but if so, thank you for that as well! :D I sort of got sucked into a re-read of my own as a result, and I've got some renewed motivation to try and finally finish the darned thing this year. (Life's awfully busy these days, but finding writing time isn't completely impossible.) ;)
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Providence
“Listen carefully, Agent Scully. You want to see your son? You come alone, and you follow my instructions to the letter.”
Scully’s pulse pounds in her ears, and the room seems to sway around her. William is alive.
“Go immediately to the airport. There is a flight leaving Dulles for Calgary in two hours, and if you want to see your son, you will be on it. When you have landed in Canada, I will call again with further instructions.”
“Wait, Calgary? Who is this, how do I know–”
There is a rustling sound, and then, faintly, she can hear a baby crying. Her heart leaps into her throat.
“You bastard! If you hurt him, I swear to God…”
“He is safe here with us. We will not let any harm come to him. You have my word on that. But unless you do exactly as I say, we will hide him so thoroughly that the next time you see him, he will have grown up without you, and you will be strangers to one another.”
A tear slips down her cheek, and she brushes it angrily away. A thousand curses stick in her throat.
“The clock is ticking, agent.”
The man hangs up before she can say anything more.
Scully only barely resists the urge to hurl her phone against the wall in frustration. She nearly jumps out of her skin when a hand touches her shoulder; she’d forgotten Reyes and Doggett were there in the room with her.
“I have to go,” she says tightly.
“No, Agent Scully, please listen to me.” Doggett strains to sit up. “You can’t–”
“Trust them. I know.” She turns to Monica. “That’s why I need you to go back to my apartment and get the Gunmen. Tell them to bring whatever equipment they need to track a vehicle, and then get to Dulles as fast as you can. The man on the phone said the flight leaves in two hours, so we have to hurry. I’ll call you with the flight details once I get to the airport.”
Monica nods. “I’m on it,” she says, giving Doggett’s hand a last squeeze and hurrying from the room.
Scully starts to follow, but Doggett reaches for her.
“Damn it, wait,” he says. “How do you know you’re not being led on a wild goose chase? Or worse, right into a trap?”
“I don’t,” Scully admits. “But Agent Comer crashed at the Canadian border, and this man on the phone said to go to Calgary. And I heard…” Her throat tightens, and the rest of the sentence comes out as a whisper. “They have him, John. And this may be my last chance to get him back.”
Doggett’s mouth tightens, but he nods. “Just be careful. Watch your back, and don’t let your guard down for a second.”
“I won’t,” she promises.
***
#and here's part 2#which had to necessarily include some magically-fast and problem-free air travel#because chris carter refuses to acknowledge that#like#countries are big?#and getting from dc to freaking calgary in the middle of the night with no notice is not exactly trivial?#i am not sure the man has ever consulted a map while writing#or a calendar#heh#but anyway#i've done my best to make sense of the ridiculousness#txf#holy crap i wrote a thing#ranting into the void at chris carter
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Provenance
“Lone Gunmen.”
“Frohike! Thank God you’re there. I need… I need your help. You’re the only ones I can trust.”
Frohike straightens in his chair. Truth be told, more than a few of his fantasies starring one Dana Katherine Scully begin with her saying something very similar to this.
But in none of them does she ever sound this scared.
“What’s going on, Scully? Are you hurt? Is Mulder… Did something happen?”
“It’s William,” she says, her voice cracking. “A man tried to kill him yesterday, and now–”
“Wait, what?”
“Look, I’ll explain it all later but right now I need to get him somewhere safe. You guys helped Mulder hide, and now I need you to do the same for William. Just for a little while. Just until I can figure out why they want to hurt him.”
Frohike has about a thousand more questions, but he closes his mouth around them and nods. “We can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Not here,” Scully says quickly. “I’ll meet you, um… you know the pizza place on the waterfront?”
It’s a code, established shortly after Mulder went off the grid. They set up a number of pre-arranged drop sites just in case Mulder needed fresh fake identification documents or something like that. Each location is coded as a different type of restaurant, and the “pizza place” happens to actually be a dry cleaner in Adams Morgan.
“Yeah, I know the one,” he says.
“I’ll meet you in the alley behind the restaurant.”
“We’ll be there.”
Byers and Langly have both stopped what they were doing and are looking at him with worried expressions when he hangs up the phone.
“I don’t have a lot of details,” he says, pushing back his chair and standing, “but Scully needs us to take William somewhere safe. I don’t know for how long, but we’d better plan for at least a few days.”
“Wait, William? As in baby William?” Langly asks, his eyes wide.
“No, her jackass brother Bill,” Frohike deadpans. “Of course baby William. Someone’s after him. She said a man tried to kill him yesterday. That’s all I know,” he adds, holding up a hand to forestall the shocked outbursts he knows are about to come from the other two, “but I say that’s all we need to know, right? So let’s move! Grab half a dozen burners and the go bags. I’ll throw some food and water into the cooler and meet you out at the van.”
#txf#holy crap i wrote a thing#(for the first time in six months lol hi there)#this pair of episodes is... not good#and i am super rusty#and about so get super busy again with fall sports photography jobs#but!#i have to finish this ridiculous project eventually#if i keep chipping away at it little by little whenever i have the opportunity#right?#;)
Ermahgerd, I forgot how bad Provenance is. It’s baaaaaaad. Just... the dialogue and the complete lack of common sense displayed by anyone at any time, ever. And the typical “Ah yes, let’s jaunt all around the country multiple times in one day,” that we so often get on this freaking show. And not that I needed a reminder that GA and AG are really good at their jobs, but holy heck. Give them both all of the awards for delivering the stupidest lines with the most earnestness and pathos. (Yes, the menfolk all had stupid lines too and also did a good job.)
Gonna have to dig deep for this @scenes-in-between fic, y’all. Good grief.
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somethinginthestatic
“…all curled up in a ball in the booth of a skanky bar with your fingers wrapped around the grip of an assassin’s glock…”
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I just want to know
#finally diagnosed at age 39#(after my kids were identified and then i learned about the existence of inattentive type adhd and went 'ohhhhhhh')#just the validation of knowing it's not all in my head#has been extremely valuable#and getting evaluated as an adult is such a pain in the ass#(at least in the us)#took me over a year to find a dr who would take my insurance#(because lol $3k+ for an evaluation? no thanks)#anyway#this graphic is definitely a mood#as the kids say#adhd
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John Doe
Skinner: Sir, Agent Reyes is still in San Antonio. She was raised in Mexico. She could offer the Federal Police some on-site help.
Kersh: She can help them all she wants. But from this side of the border.
“Sir, with all due respect, that’s not–”
“My decision on this matter is final,” Kersh says, Skinner’s jaw clenches even tighter. “There is nothing Agent Reyes could do in Mexico that she cannot do from Texas. The field office in San Antonio has telephones, and they have fax machines, as do, I am certain, the offices of the Federal Police. Agent Reyes is free to avail herself of these tools until such time as we have concrete information about Agent Doggett’s exact whereabouts and condition. When that happens, I will decide on the next course of action. Is that understood?”
Skinner shakes his head, disgusted. Everything about this is wrong, but he knows that continuing to argue with the Deputy Director will get them nowhere. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. That will be all, then.”
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if you could tell someone to listen to one piece of music on high quality headphones in a cosy dark room, what would it be?
#possibly because i'm here on tumblr#(and therefore automatically have txf on the brain)#the first thing that came to mind was#teotihuacan#(the noel gallagher song that's on the ftf soundtrack)#i unabashedly love that song#and it's got all these layers#and being able to block the world out for those 7 or so minutes#and just let that song wrap itself around me#sounds really really good right now#(also hi dangerscully! hope you're doing well) :)#ETA: lololol#i completely misread the original post#and thought it was asking if *I* could listen to one piece of music#ah well
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Im curious… can you reblog this with how many people you met on tumblr and then actually met in real life?
Woot! I was lucky enough to win this in a Twitter giveaway from @xfilesnews and it is so freaking cool. :D The amount of work that must have gone into making it is tremendous. Awesome job by Paul Terry!
Fictober Day Six
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Prompt 22 - “and neither should you”
“Mulder, is this a date?” she blurts, in lieu of a greeting.
Uh oh…
“What, uh, what do you mean?” Do you want it to be? Or are you upset?
“It’s just… I thought you were just being nice, inviting me today, but then my sister said… and I’m not sure it’s appropriate if… if we’re...”
God she’s adorable when she’s flustered.
“Whoa, Scully, don’t worry. I have a girlfriend.”
(That’s a lie -- Diana dumped him a year ago -- but it seems the simplest way to ease her mind. Of course he likes her. But he’s cool with just being her friend, if that’s all she wants.)
“Oh.” Wait, is that disappointment on her face? “Well then why did you ask me and not her?”
He shrugs. “Diana hates running.” (That much is true.)
“I see.” She looks down, cheeks pink in the lamplight. “Well. I’m, um, I’m sorry for assuming…”
“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. But for the record, even though I’m your TA, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with us spending time together. And neither should you.”
“Can we just start this run and forget I said anything?”
He smiles. “Let’s go.”
Fictober Day Five
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Prompt 11 - “i told you so”
“Wow, you must really like this guy,” Missy says over the phone that evening, “because that is the absolute worst date idea I have ever heard.”
“It’s not a date!” is Dana’s indignant reply.
“Oh, so the whole class is going, then?”
“Well, no…”
“He gonna quiz you for the midterm? The world’s most masochistic study session?”
“Hey, I like running…”
“Not as much as you like sleep! And he’s buying you coffee after? Girl...”
Dana feels her cheeks heat up as realization dawns.
“Oh my God. It might be a date.”
Missy’s voice is smug. “I told you so.”
Fictober Day Four
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Prompt 24 - “are you kidding me?”
“They finally finished repaving the jogging path along the river,” Mulder says as they’re leaving recitation on Friday. “Thought I’d check it out tomorrow morning. You want in?”
Stress from impending midterms has been eating her alive, and a run might be just the thing to clear her head.
“That sounds nice, actually. What time?”
“Five-thirty?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Are you kidding me? The sun won’t even be up.”
“I like to go before it gets too crowded. Besides, the path’s well lit.”
He has a point. Still, that’s so early.
“C’mon. We can get coffee afterward. My treat.”