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Possessions by R.J. Anderson (PG-13)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
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synaesthete7
Author Website: Mystic Wild Parabola
Why this must be read: This is a case file much like those episodes that were fan favorites during the show's run: Mulder and Scully are part of the X-File, not just investigating it. When Mulder loses the memory of who and what he is, he and Scully must solve the crime as well as deal with the fall out in both their professional and personal relationships. The story is well-written, the suspect is creepy, the narrative is tension-filled and takes some unexpected turns. A few XF fic clichés are brought up and dealt with in an interesting way, as well. Possessions was recommended to me by a friend years ago, and I've always been puzzled as to why it's never been more frequently recommended.
"Mulder." Her tone was flat. "You don't seriously--"
"No." He pushed himself up to a sitting position, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes. "Not unless Satan does all his shopping at bad garage sales. So where are we?"
"You really don't remember." There was a tremulous note in her voice. "Mulder, look at me."
The sunlight which had once seemed so cruel was, in reality, barely enough to see by. Heavy with dust motes, it filtered through a pair of semi-sheer yellow curtains, painting the room in sepia tones. He gazed at it a moment, letting his eyes adjust to its scant radiance, then turned to regard his companion.
She was kneeling beside him, a slender figure in a tailored jacket and dress slacks liberally streaked with dust. Hair bright as molten copper curved about delicate yet individual features, a smooth oval face with wide-set eyes and an aquiline curve to the nose.
"Fox Mulder," she said, with deliberate emphasis. "My name is Dana Scully."
"Is it? Well, what do you know. Hello, Dana Scully. I have two ridiculous-sounding names and you only have one. Did my parents actually hate me, or were they just too stoned to know better?"
Possessions by R.J. Anderson
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ:
synaesthete7Author Website: Mystic Wild Parabola
Why this must be read: This is a case file much like those episodes that were fan favorites during the show's run: Mulder and Scully are part of the X-File, not just investigating it. When Mulder loses the memory of who and what he is, he and Scully must solve the crime as well as deal with the fall out in both their professional and personal relationships. The story is well-written, the suspect is creepy, the narrative is tension-filled and takes some unexpected turns. A few XF fic clichés are brought up and dealt with in an interesting way, as well. Possessions was recommended to me by a friend years ago, and I've always been puzzled as to why it's never been more frequently recommended.
"Mulder." Her tone was flat. "You don't seriously--"
"No." He pushed himself up to a sitting position, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes. "Not unless Satan does all his shopping at bad garage sales. So where are we?"
"You really don't remember." There was a tremulous note in her voice. "Mulder, look at me."
The sunlight which had once seemed so cruel was, in reality, barely enough to see by. Heavy with dust motes, it filtered through a pair of semi-sheer yellow curtains, painting the room in sepia tones. He gazed at it a moment, letting his eyes adjust to its scant radiance, then turned to regard his companion.
She was kneeling beside him, a slender figure in a tailored jacket and dress slacks liberally streaked with dust. Hair bright as molten copper curved about delicate yet individual features, a smooth oval face with wide-set eyes and an aquiline curve to the nose.
"Fox Mulder," she said, with deliberate emphasis. "My name is Dana Scully."
"Is it? Well, what do you know. Hello, Dana Scully. I have two ridiculous-sounding names and you only have one. Did my parents actually hate me, or were they just too stoned to know better?"
Possessions by R.J. Anderson