New fic!! (lost fic with some x files sprinkled in there) 👽🏝️
i keep losing my tag list so if anyone wants to be on it let me know i guess :)). anyway, this is my x files/lost kate-centric oneshot crossover 💗🤓 hopefully if you have my brain this will bring you entertainment.
THE ACTOR OF SAM AUSTEN APPEARED ONE (1!) TIME ON THE X FILES, IN RED MUSEUM (txf s2 ep10), AS A GOVERNMENT/ALIEN-ENABLER ASSASSIN GUY, SO THIS IS WHERE THAT COMES FROM. it won't make any sense if you don't know that going in 😂🤓
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When she is eight, her daddy comes home with blood down his shirt.
Not Wayne. The good one. But he slams the door like Wayne, half-scarlet and stunned.
She is sitting straight up in the ash-dark of her bedroom, flush of eight-year-old, dinner-table fury wilting on her soft cheeks. Diane had yelled at her, eyes smudged and heavy, over muddied clothes; over knee-grazes, and tonight’s clammy meatloaf - the precise hue of Katherine’s pinkish, peeling skin, rage-kissed through the fresh rip in her jeans - cooling in a slab on her plate.
She’s started calling her ‘Diane’, how Wayne does, when her anger doesn’t fit right inside her. She got hit for that. But not tonight.
She had waited up the first ten minutes in anticipation. That her Mama would snap back into the room with sharper words and clearer eyes. And when she didn’t, she let soft hope keep her awake, lingering like an old smell: hope that she’d slip inside and mutter an apology against her hair. Like she sometimes did.
But she doesn’t.
The dark is so still she can make out the graze of Diane’s bare feet roaming the hall.
So still, she hears the blood before she sees it.