Author's Own Favorite Lines (Favorite lines from an author's own story) + indicates that this story has been added since the last update __________________________________________________________________ And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Jean Helms (Mulder is speaking) "Like hell," he said, and now his voice was shaking. "That's a goddamn low blow, Scully. If you're angry, fine, but for Christ's sake, stop mindf***ing me, all right?" __________________________________________________________________ Blood Ties 7: Gaining Some Perspective by Dawn My mama, rest her soul, always said that still waters run deep. That's Dana. Compared to Fox, who broadcasts his feelings and emotions in letters ten feet tall, she is reserved, almost aloof. Her eyes, however, give her away. She watches him. Not when he'd notice, of course. Behind dark glasses as she suns herself while he's swimming and splashing in the surf. From the corner of her eye when she's supposed to be reading a book as he wanders along the beach hunting shells. Only when he's sleeping, sprawled out on his towel like a little boy worn out from play, does she indulge herself in observing him openly. Her eyes go soft and liquid, her mouth curves, and she lets her fingers smooth the tousled hair from his eyes. And that's when I can no longer watch, my throat clogged with tears and the hollow feeling in my heart nearly unbearable. A love like that comes along once in a lifetime, if you're very lucky. Dios mio, I miss you, Waldo. __________________________________________________________________ Chapped by mimic117 Yee *beep*ing ha. __________________________________________________________________ Communication by Wintersong (Bill Scully internal POV) "I do not believe is ghosts. I do not believe in goblins. I do not believe in monsters. But the next time my sister has to take down a werewolf, that bastard is one dead puppy." __________________________________________________________________ Crisis of Conscience by Cybill and Xfilesopus "Maybe I do over-analyze things," she says and I succeed in squelching my impulse to nod. I don't think agreeing with her on that point would help my cause. "It's just ... this is so important." I do nod at that. This is the most important thing ever. "We'll have to have ground rules of course." Oh, no. Ground rules. I don't do well with those. "Can we work those out later, Scully?" I ask, knowing it's not going to be that easy. "Mulder, this is serious and non-negotiable." I nod again, but I'm having trouble being serious at this point. "There is to be no romance." No romance? I want there to be romance. I look at her, puzzled. "I repeat, no romance at the office." Oh, at the office, I can do that. I nod and she continues. "We're going to have to keep this pretty quiet." I don't think I'll have a problem not telling people about the new aspect of our relationship. I've never been one to share. "We don't want to run the risk of being separated, do we?" I vehemently shake my head. No, we most definitely do not want that. "I don't have a problem with any of those rules." I say quickly. "What else do we need to do before we go upstairs?" I say. I'm so excited right now. She doesn't have any rules I hadn't already planned to adhere to. "Have you drawn up a contract stipulating those conditions, Scully?" I joke, half expecting her to pull a document out of her bag. "Nope, but that's a thought." She looks like she's seriously considering the idea, but I know she's playing. "I think you can be trusted." She nods approvingly at me and pushes back her chair. "Right now, you should be concerned." I freeze as I'm getting out of my chair. What the hell? "Concerned? Why? I don't want to be concerned." I look at her and she is smiling teasingly at me. "I want to get lucky," I remind her. "Concerned, Mulder, because you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into, or will be into shortly, that is," she replies coyly. __________________________________________________________________ Crossroads by bardsmaid (Teena Mulder recalling the night Samantha was taken) She remembers that there was so little time. She remembers a foghorn moaning in the night. She remembers lying in the empty darkness afterward, too fatigued to sleep, thinking it’s over, it’s over, it’s over while another, darker voice whispered, No, it’s just beginning. __________________________________________________________________ Defining Normal by DDIS2Hot Scully: "Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? Settle down and live something approaching a normal life?" Mulder: "This *is* a normal life." Scully: "You call this normal? Since when is eating out of a vending machine every night, driving endlessly down long stretches of highways so late into the night that you get highway hypnosis, staying at no-name motels, getting kidnapped, drugged, and shot up with what *supposedly* is an alien virus considered normal?" __________________________________________________________________ The Distance Between Us by Mulder42 "It hasn't rained here since the day I had my accident." "Oh, Scully..." "No, let me finish this, or I'll never get it out. It was raining just like this, and I had decided not to let this get me down on my first day here. I got in the cab, and everything was going right, until that car came out of nowhere. When the headlights flashed in my face, the first thing I thought was, 'I'm going to die.' And I wanted it to be over. I didn't want to be injured, so you would have to see me in another hospital bed. I wanted to be dead, so you could mourn, and move on." "Scully, how can you say that?" __________________________________________________________________ Dreamers by dtg Watching you sleep is a sweet addiction, one born of seven years spent sharing connecting rooms, endless stakeouts in dusty rental cars, hospital bedside vigils and Friday night video viewings on your couch. You're a handsome man, Mulder, but in sleep you have this almost ethereal beauty that takes my breath away. The planes and angles of your face, the strong line of your jaw, those long dark lashes resting against your cheekbones, that enticing lower lip... __________________________________________________________________ Embracing Eternity by Rhetta "Are you saying we might be stuck in this parking garage for the rest of eternity?" I look around at the concrete walls. "I don't even like parking my car here." __________________________________________________________________ False Requiem by Vivien It was Samantha all over again. Almost. The truth was that this woman who he'd known relatively for so short a time, had taken up a huge space in his life. One day she was standing there, shaking his hand and smiling down at him like he'd done something unexpectedly right, and another, she was gone, but not without leaving him the sound of her voice begging him for help. That's the one thing he can't quite surmount with sex or alcohol. No matter where he is or in what condition, he'll hear her, and remember that he didn't get there in time. __________________________________________________________________ Fractal Images by Diana Battis There was something dead in the closet. The body was lying on the floor, still stiff from rigor. Eyes unblinking, staring into nothingness. No blood or other obvious signs of trauma to indicate the cause of death. Crouching down, Mulder examined it with a critical eye. It was a sad sight. A poor field mouse, looking for refuge from the still-cold English April, had found its destiny instead. Now the little body was stretched out in the corner, its tail curled like a question mark. Even dead rodents were skeptics. __________________________________________________________________ Fragments of Fire by AnnaK But when he closed his eyes he saw flames, passion so fierce he thought it would blind him. He saw the woman he’d loved for nearly five years. And part of him ... part of him wanted it to be over, wanted that blinding vision to forever be burned upon his retinas, and never erased by another vacant stare, another heaping of ash across the bed of bones that was her body. __________________________________________________________________ Further to Fly by Michelle Kiefer (Skinner's POV) Sometimes, he feels like a great bird flying across the ocean. His wings ache, and his heart thuds in his chest from the exertion. He is weary beyond words, but there is no place to rest. __________________________________________________________________ The Good Stuff by Char Chaffin "You know. You can tell - can't you? How I feel, Mulder." "Yes, but tell me, anyway. I want to hear it coming from that gorgeous mouth of yours." "Mulder... I'm far from gorgeous -" "You're breathtaking. If you don't believe me, just ask. I'll tell you no lies, Scully. If you like, I'll show you, while you tell me. Sound fair?" "Mulder, come on... ohhh. You're NOT playing fair, oh God..." "All's fair, baby. Now, tell me. Put your mouth up against my ear, and whisper it to me." "Ohhh... love you, love you..." "Again." "Mulder... I love you..." __________________________________________________________________ Habit-Forming by Noelle Leithe His tongue unfolded into her mouth, stroking the tender skin inside slowly, firmly, sending waves of sensation out along every nerve ending in her body. __________________________________________________________________ Insight by Joann Humby Stubbornness was a madness shared by two. __________________________________________________________________ The Last Goodbye part 4 by devout2David "So, you wanna tell me what happened with your lady friend or not?" she asked him, almost making him choke on the beer. "You sure are direct, aren’t you?" he stated matter of fact. "I guess you could say that," she smiled again sweetly. "No, I really don’t want to discuss her," Mulder said politely. "Okay," Paula said. Pausing for a moment to take another sip of her beer she then blurted out, "So, then do you wanna make love to me?" This time Mulder really did choke on his beer and coughed hard enough to bring up a lung. "Christ! Where did that come from? We don’t even know each other!" he protested once he caught his breath again. "And your point is?" she said, mildly irritated. "Is that why you brought me here?" he asked her. "No, but I was hoping maybe we’d end up somewhere doing it in a nice soft bed. But I can do it anywhere actually," she said bluntly. Mulder shook his head in disbelief. She was definitely NOT like Scully. Paula may have been the same height and build as Scully but her mannerisms and long blonde hair were about as anti-Scully as could be. But sitting there drinking beer and taking in her hardened nipples poking out from behind her blouse and noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, Mulder was getting turned on. Paula was tanned and seemed healthy-looking with her shapely legs and toned arms and her flawless skin and... "Besides," she continued, "I like you. You’re good-looking and sexy and I’ve wanted to **** you since the day you walked into the restaurant." She reached over and caressed his thigh all the way up to his hip. __________________________________________________________________ Leaning I & II by FatCat "Would you care to describe the evils of 'leaning' to me, Mulder?" __________________________________________________________________ Letting Go by kudra Mulder suggests ibuprofen, but she no longer believes in numbing herself. For so long she has masked her pain through work, routine, strength, and conquered her fears through categorization, analysis and disbelief. That life has passed away. Now there is nowhere to run from herself, only a succession of four motel walls in small towns off the beaten path throughout the land. And the dread of a future she cannot control. And Mulder. Now she lets the melancholy wash over her in shades of crimson and scarlet, waves of pain signifying all that she has had and all that she has lost. Ahab ... Melissa ... William. William. Her being vibrates with the loss of him. All that she sheds monthly cannot erase the memory of his absence. All she can hope is that he will not live the half-life his mother lived, a model of self-denial and duty. Instead of duty, she chooses life for her son, and hopes fervently that fate will grant him that. __________________________________________________________________ Little White Lie by Mimic117 "I think the heater has been called home to Jesus, Scully." __________________________________________________________________ The Long and Winding Road by Kyle Mulder cringed. He knew that tone and his face seemed to sag as he looked uneasily away. he berated himself. Rubbing his eyes, he finally confessed the fears that had brought him here. "Have you ever been so deep in a nightmare that you didn't know it was a nightmare? Not even after you woke up?" Scully let out the breath she'd been holding. She had been imagining any number of horrifying reasons for Mulder's behavior, but not this. "A nightmare," she said, taking hold of his hand. "I'm sorry. Was it Samantha?" She felt bad for him; no one should have to relive an event like that over and over again. Mulder shook his head. "No - not Samantha." he thought frantically. But he knew he couldn't back out now. He took a breath and plunged ahead. "You were dead, Scully!" he blurted out. "I saw it with my own eyes. I walked over there and you - you were at the top of that pile. I could actually feel your skin: it was icy cold. And the blood. There was blood everywhere." His hands gestured wildly as he relived the horror. "And the smell. God, the smell. I could smell death, decay, and the blood. I really did. And your neck. The skin was ripped away, bones were sticking- " he abruptly shut up when he caught sight of Scully's face. Her hands were at her mouth; her eyes wide and filled with shock. She looked like she might faint - or get sick - or both! "Dammit - I'm sorry, Scully! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so graphic," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm sorry..." Scully waived him off, "It's okay - I'm okay," she said weakly. Mulder sighed. "It was so real. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn't get back to sleep until I saw with my own eyes that you were all right." His voice dropped. "You probably think I'm a complete idiot," he heard himself whisper. Scully stared at him in amazement and confusion. She didn't think so, but then again, sometimes -usually - she'd pull away. She could never think less of him for sharing his fears. She didn't stop to think that the reverse might also be true. All of a sudden she remembered her own nightmare. Life without Mulder. Life without the man who meant more to her than life itself. It was like an epiphany. Before he could go on, she suddenly launched herself at him, holding him tightly. He nearly fell backwards before regaining his balance, his arms automatically wrapped around her slender waist and held on. "Mulder, don't say that!" she cried, unable to look at him. "I do not think you're an idiot! I - I dreamed it was you! I dreamed you were killed - that someone thought that you had an implant!" She drew in a tortured breath and bit down on her bottom lip. " I did your autopsy." She buried her face in her hands, helpless to go on. Mulder was aghast and too stunned to say anything. For several minutes he sat there with an armful of a trembling Scully until she tilted her head up. Her voice tickled his ear, sending goosebumps down his arms. __________________________________________________________________ M. Luder 2 by Livia Balaban "Shut up, you. Don't discourage the fan base." __________________________________________________________________ Neither Here Nor There by Tesla "You'll need stitches," Henderson said. "Emergency room, or do you have a regular doctor who patches you up?" His voice and expression indicated that he was quite accustomed to senior agents going ape-shit in the restroom. __________________________________________________________________ O is for Obfuscate by Donnilee (Said by Scully) "Come over here, Mulder, and bring that big guy with you." __________________________________________________________________ Ordinary Mansions by Philiater "If we both saw it, then it can't be a hallucination." "Then it's mass hysteria." "Agent Doggett two people do not constitute a mass." __________________________________________________________________ Out and About Again by L C Wilson "FIONAAAAA! ... THE BLOODY DOLLIES HAVE ESCAPED FROM THE BISCUIT TIN AGAIN!" __________________________________________________________________ PFL 18 by Wildafox0619 "What do I want, Mulder? Honesty, trust..something that you've asked from me but never considered giving back! You believe that Melissa Riedel is your soul mate? Okay, fine. What about me? I don't want to be second best, Mulder!" she said harshly, her eyes sending daggers. "You aren't second best! I love you, Scully, more than I'm able to express or show. I let myself get carried away during the case. Melissa was a lost soul and maybe I just wanted to save her." (...) "We have to put some distance between us, to reflect, to be sure that we still want to do this. We need to save what can be saved, Mulder. I still love you. I'll love you until the end of my life.." I love you too and I'll never be able to stop," he whispered. "I don't want to stop either but maybe we aren't meant to be. We have to take a breather and make the right decision. We owe it to ourselves." The dam broke and tears rolled down her face. __________________________________________________________________ Pulse by Folieadeux Swirling strobes, too loud laughter, wicked fun. All pulsating through my space suit of skin. __________________________________________________________________ Resonance by Alexa Doggett arched his eyebrows at the woman. "Agent Taylor, you're tellin' me some invisible thing pushed you down your stairs last night?" "Yes, Agent Doggett. I am," the woman replied wearily, settling her head back on her impossible-to-fluff hospital pillow. "You sure you weren't seein' things?" "The thing was *invisible*, John. How the hell *could* I have seen it?" __________________________________________________________________ Santa Claus, North Pole by OKayVal As he rifles through a stack of Christmas cards, a small white envelope slips out, and the child's handwriting on the front catches his eye and stops his heart. __________________________________________________________________ Sec30Row6 by mish His temper these days had all the razor sharp edge of his new haircut, with half the length and twice the honed finesse. __________________________________________________________________ Shooting Star by einini "You matter," Ben said, and Mulder looked at him intently again. "You matter to everybody." "Do I matter to you?' "Of course you do. You're my father." "What if I'm not?" Ben felt like he was about to cry, and he said quietly, "What's a father, anyway? It's just biology. You're my dad, and that's what matters." __________________________________________________________________ Take Another Breath by mountainphile Leaning over you, I draw my hand across your brow to feel your warmth. A few deep scratches, no fever. Your body temperature seems stable after the shock of injury, though your skin still retains some of the clamminess. Your hair is satin against my cheek and, taking advantage of your slumber, I breathe in your rich, musky odor of dried sweat, of maleness and Mulder-scent. I feel the rim of your left ear, cool against my lips, and part them to warm this salty, little slice of you. A moist touch, a whisper on your skin. Perhaps it will feed a dream. "Whazzat?" You mutter, shifting against my body, craning your head back, towards me. "Scully... you okay?" "Shhh, go back to sleep, Mulder. Everything's fine." "Your ass numb yet?" I smile. "If you hadn't mentioned Tailhook last night, I might be inclined to share." __________________________________________________________________ These are the Clouds by bcfan Thoughts drifted to an old saying - snow on the roof, a fire in the furnace. To his immense relief, his furnace was able to fire quite nicely these days. __________________________________________________________________ Things That Darken You by Rowan Darkstar "Little girl on the sidewalk in a dress like Missy's and suddenly she is trying to remember a time when the taste of blood in her mouth brought only memories of the tooth fairy." __________________________________________________________________ Watched by Cratkinson He was asleep. __________________________________________________________________ You're the One I Love by Erin M. Blair We never knew what our life together would bring when we held our bundle of joy in our arms in the early morning hours. Why do we keep running, never getting out of the car, never embracing life to the fullest? No one's coming after us anymore. Why are we afraid to come out of the shadows even for one moment? Why? We're always on the move, thinking they'll come and get us. __________________________________________________________________ *A fic currently in the works by shri In the calm of the night, her ghosts come alive. Fragments of memories and wisps of dreams, long lost, flit past by her. __________________________________________________________________ You are here: http://lostandfoundfaq.xphilefic.com/