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crack_van2006-08-18 06:29 pm
embroiderama) wrote in crack_van2006-08-18 06:29 pm
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Gun by Susanne Barringer (PG-13)
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: none (or M/Sc UST)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Susanne Barringer's X-Files Fanfic
Why this must be read: This is a story that I read once or twice, I think when it was originally posted on atxc, and it's stuck with me ever since. Scully freezes during a confrontation with an armed suspect and proceeds to feel guilt and horror at her failure and its possible cost.
I see the man remove a gun from an old chest. I see the glint of metal in the dim light of the warehouse. I see him turn, strike a stance and aim. I see it all as if it is in slow motion. My weapon weighs heavily in my hand. Another agent is entering the room just behind the suspect. I don't have a clear shot. I think GUN! I yell GUN! I swear I hear the word GUN echo through the empty warehouse in my own voice. GUN! But I don't actually say it. I open my mouth but the word gets trapped in a whisper as I realize that the suspect is aiming at something behind me, at the agent who followed me into the room.
Gun
Pairing: none (or M/Sc UST)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Susanne Barringer's X-Files Fanfic
Why this must be read: This is a story that I read once or twice, I think when it was originally posted on atxc, and it's stuck with me ever since. Scully freezes during a confrontation with an armed suspect and proceeds to feel guilt and horror at her failure and its possible cost.
I see the man remove a gun from an old chest. I see the glint of metal in the dim light of the warehouse. I see him turn, strike a stance and aim. I see it all as if it is in slow motion. My weapon weighs heavily in my hand. Another agent is entering the room just behind the suspect. I don't have a clear shot. I think GUN! I yell GUN! I swear I hear the word GUN echo through the empty warehouse in my own voice. GUN! But I don't actually say it. I open my mouth but the word gets trapped in a whisper as I realize that the suspect is aiming at something behind me, at the agent who followed me into the room.
Gun