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Bridge by Maria Nicole (PG-13)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: here
Why this must be read: Well-written case files with interesting Mulder & Scully interaction are a favorite story type of mine, and "Bridge" is one of my favorites of the genre. The author presents a story that takes place immediately after the Season 7 episode, "Field Trip" (the one where M&S are trapped by a giant, hallucinogenic mushroom), but is focused on a case that echoes the Season 5 episode, "Folie a Deux" (the one where Mulder tangles with a seemingly innocuous middle manager-type who is actually a giant, evil bug that turns people into zombies).
Don't you just love this show?
In addition to being a sequel to two different, fascinating episodes, the story makes clever use of the ephemeral telepathic communication established between M&S during the events of "Field Trip" and examines how two very private people deal with it.
Mike Raines hadn't been in his childhood treehouse since the age of eight or nine, he'd said, and it had stood empty until his father had come up here only yesterday.
"Harry Raines was taller than I am," said Mulder. "He must have been uncomfortable up here. I wonder why he chose this place."
"He was mentally disturbed," said Scully, frowning at the obviousness of that statement. "Who knows why he did anything?" Much less why he had come up here, folding himself into this place like a psychotic Jack-in-the-Box.
"I'd like to know," said Mulder simply. "Did you ever have a treehouse?"
"At one house we lived in, yes. When I was about six."
"What'd it represent to you?"
She sat down herself, mirroring his posture. She was against one wall, he against another, but their feet touched. "It was Bill's, really. He and his friends built it. Girls weren't allowed, unless he was really bored."
"So it represented what, the forbidden?"
"Maybe. Where are you going with this?"
"I don't know. Nowhere, probably. Harry Raines wasn't a six-year-old girl. Or a typical boy who didn't want to catch cooties from his sister."
She tilted her head back against the rough wood of the treehouse. "So why do you think he did what he did?"
"Maybe it's the light," mused Mulder. "The pattern here is suggestive, where the light falls among the shadows. But in all likelihood, if it's what I think it is, this is a small place. A safe place. The windows are small. No one--no thing--could get in here with the trapdoor closed."
"There are a lot of places like that."
"In his house? No. The windows and doors are too big. And work, work wouldn't be safe, would it?"
"You're assuming, Mulder," she said carefully. "You're assuming that Raines fits into the pattern of the other cases. Even if he does, you're assuming that Pincus was...what you claimed he was before."
"Aside from safety, this is manmade. The triumph of man over nature. He'd appreciate that. It'd be a sort of metaphorical victory over nature, over the perils of nature."
She shook her head. "Even allowing for the moment that you are correct, Pincus wasn't natural."
"Insects come from nature."
"Not insects that go to work as telemarketers and wear three-piece suits," she said. "And we don't even know that this is related to Pincus. Much less that Pincus was what you claimed he was. You're making assumptions."
He rubbed his face against his shoulder, his voice muffled. "You're not going to give me an inch on this, are you?"
Bridge by Maria Nicole
(Note: there are no headers on the text reached by this link, just the story itself.)
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: here
Why this must be read: Well-written case files with interesting Mulder & Scully interaction are a favorite story type of mine, and "Bridge" is one of my favorites of the genre. The author presents a story that takes place immediately after the Season 7 episode, "Field Trip" (the one where M&S are trapped by a giant, hallucinogenic mushroom), but is focused on a case that echoes the Season 5 episode, "Folie a Deux" (the one where Mulder tangles with a seemingly innocuous middle manager-type who is actually a giant, evil bug that turns people into zombies).
Don't you just love this show?
In addition to being a sequel to two different, fascinating episodes, the story makes clever use of the ephemeral telepathic communication established between M&S during the events of "Field Trip" and examines how two very private people deal with it.
Mike Raines hadn't been in his childhood treehouse since the age of eight or nine, he'd said, and it had stood empty until his father had come up here only yesterday.
"Harry Raines was taller than I am," said Mulder. "He must have been uncomfortable up here. I wonder why he chose this place."
"He was mentally disturbed," said Scully, frowning at the obviousness of that statement. "Who knows why he did anything?" Much less why he had come up here, folding himself into this place like a psychotic Jack-in-the-Box.
"I'd like to know," said Mulder simply. "Did you ever have a treehouse?"
"At one house we lived in, yes. When I was about six."
"What'd it represent to you?"
She sat down herself, mirroring his posture. She was against one wall, he against another, but their feet touched. "It was Bill's, really. He and his friends built it. Girls weren't allowed, unless he was really bored."
"So it represented what, the forbidden?"
"Maybe. Where are you going with this?"
"I don't know. Nowhere, probably. Harry Raines wasn't a six-year-old girl. Or a typical boy who didn't want to catch cooties from his sister."
She tilted her head back against the rough wood of the treehouse. "So why do you think he did what he did?"
"Maybe it's the light," mused Mulder. "The pattern here is suggestive, where the light falls among the shadows. But in all likelihood, if it's what I think it is, this is a small place. A safe place. The windows are small. No one--no thing--could get in here with the trapdoor closed."
"There are a lot of places like that."
"In his house? No. The windows and doors are too big. And work, work wouldn't be safe, would it?"
"You're assuming, Mulder," she said carefully. "You're assuming that Raines fits into the pattern of the other cases. Even if he does, you're assuming that Pincus was...what you claimed he was before."
"Aside from safety, this is manmade. The triumph of man over nature. He'd appreciate that. It'd be a sort of metaphorical victory over nature, over the perils of nature."
She shook her head. "Even allowing for the moment that you are correct, Pincus wasn't natural."
"Insects come from nature."
"Not insects that go to work as telemarketers and wear three-piece suits," she said. "And we don't even know that this is related to Pincus. Much less that Pincus was what you claimed he was. You're making assumptions."
He rubbed his face against his shoulder, his voice muffled. "You're not going to give me an inch on this, are you?"
Bridge by Maria Nicole
(Note: there are no headers on the text reached by this link, just the story itself.)