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crack_van2006-08-14 06:35 pm
embroiderama) wrote in crack_van2006-08-14 06:35 pm
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Wisdom is Better than Strength by quercus (PG)
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: quercus/Lemon Drop
Why this must be read: This story has an odd narrative voice, somehow detached and passionate the same time. It's written from Scully's POV, and it focuses on the ways that she and (as the story develops) Skinner relate to Mulder. When the story opens, Mulder and Scully have been sent on a profiling assignment, but Mulder is falling apart. I hesitate to describe the plot from there because it ends up sounding very pat and boring and overdone Muldertorture-y, but this story has an entirely different feel to it. It's short and, IMO, very much worth reading.
I'm watching him now as he works. It's late at night; we're in the field office in Indianapolis. The air conditioning is set too low and I have to wear a sweater even though it's the middle of a hot and humid midwestern summer. No one else is around right now, although I know other agents are in the building. Mulder sits at a long table, drawing up lists. I sit in a battered sofa, brought here who knows when or how, and watch my friend.
I love Mulder. Or perhaps not. My love for him is not a type I can classify. We're not lovers, although at times I have considered the possibility. He's not old enough to be a surrogate father. A brother, I think; he's like a brother, although certainly not like either one of my brothers. Perhaps some other culture has a name for our relationship, but I don't believe that western civilization does. I think of him as a brother of my heart. Sometimes he breaks my heart.
Wisdom is Better Than Strength
(This is going to be Scully week for my CrackVan recs.)
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: quercus/Lemon Drop
Why this must be read: This story has an odd narrative voice, somehow detached and passionate the same time. It's written from Scully's POV, and it focuses on the ways that she and (as the story develops) Skinner relate to Mulder. When the story opens, Mulder and Scully have been sent on a profiling assignment, but Mulder is falling apart. I hesitate to describe the plot from there because it ends up sounding very pat and boring and overdone Muldertorture-y, but this story has an entirely different feel to it. It's short and, IMO, very much worth reading.
I'm watching him now as he works. It's late at night; we're in the field office in Indianapolis. The air conditioning is set too low and I have to wear a sweater even though it's the middle of a hot and humid midwestern summer. No one else is around right now, although I know other agents are in the building. Mulder sits at a long table, drawing up lists. I sit in a battered sofa, brought here who knows when or how, and watch my friend.
I love Mulder. Or perhaps not. My love for him is not a type I can classify. We're not lovers, although at times I have considered the possibility. He's not old enough to be a surrogate father. A brother, I think; he's like a brother, although certainly not like either one of my brothers. Perhaps some other culture has a name for our relationship, but I don't believe that western civilization does. I think of him as a brother of my heart. Sometimes he breaks my heart.
Wisdom is Better Than Strength
(This is going to be Scully week for my CrackVan recs.)