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Small Lives Awake by Jessamie's Evil Twin (R)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ:
jetfic
Author Website: JET has moved all fic to the
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Why this must be read: Most any story by JET is comfort fic for me (no matter howstrange spooky it might be). This story is at the top of the list. Set at Thanksgiving in the small, Midwestern town where Charlie Scully makes his home and featuring the whimsical touches and delightful description JET is famous for, this story gives Mulder and Scully some badly needed down time. In turn, it gives the reader multiple delights, including snappy M&S dialogue, a fond portrait of Small Town U.S.A. at both its most down-to-earth and eccentric and a delicate examination of what makes a family, and how Mulder and Scully deal with that exotic phenomenon.
"It's one week. You need to get away, see your family."
"You're my family too," she said in a rushed breath, as though they were arguing.
He seemed slightly startled. "I just think... You see me every day."
"Yeah, but how often is pie involved?"
He sighed a little.
"Look, if you don't want to go--"
"I do want to. That's not the point."
"What is the point?" she said, thinking it would maybe be less hassle to strangle him.
After a pause, he spoke, fiddling with a dinner napkin. "You want me to go?"
The inflection in his voice was something she tried not hearing for years. Years.
The answer was always simple. "Yes," she said.
Small Lives Awake, Part 1
Small Lives Awake, Part 2
A sequel set in the December following this memorable Thanksgiving is here.
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: JET has moved all fic to the
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Why this must be read: Most any story by JET is comfort fic for me (no matter how
"It's one week. You need to get away, see your family."
"You're my family too," she said in a rushed breath, as though they were arguing.
He seemed slightly startled. "I just think... You see me every day."
"Yeah, but how often is pie involved?"
He sighed a little.
"Look, if you don't want to go--"
"I do want to. That's not the point."
"What is the point?" she said, thinking it would maybe be less hassle to strangle him.
After a pause, he spoke, fiddling with a dinner napkin. "You want me to go?"
The inflection in his voice was something she tried not hearing for years. Years.
The answer was always simple. "Yes," she said.
Small Lives Awake, Part 1
Small Lives Awake, Part 2
A sequel set in the December following this memorable Thanksgiving is here.
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