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Arizona Highways by Fialka (NC-17)
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: Fialka's Candybox
What can be said about Arizona Highways that hasn't been said by plenty of people already? It's a masterful casefile, a suspenseful thriller, an examination into the psyche of one Dr. Dana Katherine Scully, and a stunningly imagined investigation of the Mulder-Scully relationship, combined with a thoughtful plot involving the Cloning element of the mytharc.
When people talk about the Big X-Files stories, they always mention Arizona Highways, for good reason. The characterizations are complex and believable: Mulder and Scully are flawed and interesting, resentful and captivating, moody and prickly. The plot itself is logical and sneaky, and the settings are full of the tiny gracenotes that indicate the author's familiarity with the Southern California and Arizona locations. Original characters are full of life and their own agendas.
The story itself spins off from the canon universe at Two Fathers/One Son (mid-season 6), but the plot and characterizations revolve closely around the discovery of Scully's daughter Emily in the season 5 episodes Christmas Carol and Emily. After the implosion of the Consortium in 2F/1S, Mulder and Scully are sent to Arizona to investigate a child-kidnapping, and discover far more than they'd ever expected.
While both Mulder and Scully get their time in the sun, this story is primarily about Dana Scully, her life, her choices, and her heart. It's brilliantly written, tightly plotted, and occasionally heartbreaking.
Arizona Highways, by Fialka.
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: Fialka's Candybox
What can be said about Arizona Highways that hasn't been said by plenty of people already? It's a masterful casefile, a suspenseful thriller, an examination into the psyche of one Dr. Dana Katherine Scully, and a stunningly imagined investigation of the Mulder-Scully relationship, combined with a thoughtful plot involving the Cloning element of the mytharc.
When people talk about the Big X-Files stories, they always mention Arizona Highways, for good reason. The characterizations are complex and believable: Mulder and Scully are flawed and interesting, resentful and captivating, moody and prickly. The plot itself is logical and sneaky, and the settings are full of the tiny gracenotes that indicate the author's familiarity with the Southern California and Arizona locations. Original characters are full of life and their own agendas.
The story itself spins off from the canon universe at Two Fathers/One Son (mid-season 6), but the plot and characterizations revolve closely around the discovery of Scully's daughter Emily in the season 5 episodes Christmas Carol and Emily. After the implosion of the Consortium in 2F/1S, Mulder and Scully are sent to Arizona to investigate a child-kidnapping, and discover far more than they'd ever expected.
While both Mulder and Scully get their time in the sun, this story is primarily about Dana Scully, her life, her choices, and her heart. It's brilliantly written, tightly plotted, and occasionally heartbreaking.
Mulder got there fifteen minutes early, grabbing a booth overlooking the parking lot. Glutton for punishment, he told himself, but he
wanted to see her with Kresge, before she had the chance to put her usual mask on.
He needn't have bothered. Scully's face was already set when she drove up, alone, in Kresge's car.
"You're early," she said, sliding into the booth, not quite meeting his eyes.
"So are you."
They ordered coffee and waited. The silence felt sharp as a bed of nails and about as inviting. Scully was staring out the window. He wondered if she was waiting for Kresge to arrive.
The coffee came and Mulder busied himself measuring a teaspoon of sugar, stirring, laying the teaspoon down precisely on the saucer.
"Mulder," she said at last. "Mulder, look at me."
He did. Hungry himself, he searched her face for signs of feasting. He could find none. She looked tired and strained, the same -- more or
less -- as she'd looked for weeks.
"I'm sorry that I made you worry," she said. "But you do that to me all the time. Now you know how I feel when I don't know where you are."
"At least when I disappear, I'm looking for answers."
He saw her eyebrows dip down, the first warning of anger.
"Mulder, you have no--"
"You're right," he agreed quickly. "I don't."
Arizona Highways, by Fialka.
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