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Therapy by JiM (G)
Hi! This is my first time driving the crack van, so I hope I don't screw up. My recs will be mostly Mulder/Skinner.
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Author on LJ:
jimpage363
Author Website: Coffeeslash: JiM
Why this must be read: It really goes to a great place with the characters. It's (almost) totally non-sexual slash, and it has h/c, but nothing gratuitous. It's sort of a slow, grumpy coming together of two guys who've been through a lot.
Mulder's been away for some time, but comes back when he gets a phone call from Scully.
She hadn't questioned his return and neither had he. For some time, he had become aware of a low-level hum, a vibration deep within. It came to him that he was a compass needle with no direction pulling him any more than any other—until Scully said Skinner's name. Then something inside had flickered and bobbed at that, straightening and yearning, until the pull became insistent. So he went, following the same pull out of the wilderness that he had followed into it. Only this time, the pull had a name and a face.
There's some fun snark, too.
"Chaucer? You read Middle English for fun?"
"After trying to interpret some of the reports coming out of your department, it's refreshingly straightforward," Skinner said dryly.
Therapy
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: Coffeeslash: JiM
Why this must be read: It really goes to a great place with the characters. It's (almost) totally non-sexual slash, and it has h/c, but nothing gratuitous. It's sort of a slow, grumpy coming together of two guys who've been through a lot.
Mulder's been away for some time, but comes back when he gets a phone call from Scully.
She hadn't questioned his return and neither had he. For some time, he had become aware of a low-level hum, a vibration deep within. It came to him that he was a compass needle with no direction pulling him any more than any other—until Scully said Skinner's name. Then something inside had flickered and bobbed at that, straightening and yearning, until the pull became insistent. So he went, following the same pull out of the wilderness that he had followed into it. Only this time, the pull had a name and a face.
There's some fun snark, too.
"Chaucer? You read Middle English for fun?"
"After trying to interpret some of the reports coming out of your department, it's refreshingly straightforward," Skinner said dryly.
Therapy