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Cunegund's Restoration by Livia Balaban (PG-13)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Livia's Ink Spot
Why this must be read: The alternate title for this fic is "The Best of All Possible Worlds, Really", which it is. It takes place post-Requiem, it's the ultimate in feel-good fic, and I figured I might as well end my month here with a fic full of happy endings for almost everyone.
However many times I read this fic, it never fails to make me grin. It was written before the utterly depressing ninth season, but Livia acknowledged up front that, given The Powers That Be's propensity for torturing Mulder and Scully, there was no way that the show was gonna end like this. But this story was about trying to make everything turn out the best way possible, and it succeeded admirably, but still without going overboard. Everything isn't sweetness and light, and it's as realistic as it could be, given that there was pretty much no way Chris Carter and 1013 was going to let Mulder vindicate himself before the entire world by taking over and publicly landing the spaceship he was abducted in. Which is really too bad, because Livia proves that that scenario, along with many other good things, can make the characters happy while still being in the spirit of the show.
Surrounded by cameras and lights, nearly suffocated by microphones, we began the transmission in front of the media.
"Mulder? You can go ahead. You're on the air."
Silence met us. I was afraid we'd lost the signal, or that the ATRD had finally clued in and was taking over, but then I heard him breathing.
"Mulder, can you hear me?"
Then I heard him chuckle. "Yeah, Scully, I can hear you. I'm just trying to think up something pithy to say. First statements from outer space are supposed to be profound."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd of reporters and crew people.
"Too late, then," I told him indulgently. "You already blew it."
More laughs. Then everyone quieted and just listened to him.
Cunegund's Restoration
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Livia's Ink Spot
Why this must be read: The alternate title for this fic is "The Best of All Possible Worlds, Really", which it is. It takes place post-Requiem, it's the ultimate in feel-good fic, and I figured I might as well end my month here with a fic full of happy endings for almost everyone.
However many times I read this fic, it never fails to make me grin. It was written before the utterly depressing ninth season, but Livia acknowledged up front that, given The Powers That Be's propensity for torturing Mulder and Scully, there was no way that the show was gonna end like this. But this story was about trying to make everything turn out the best way possible, and it succeeded admirably, but still without going overboard. Everything isn't sweetness and light, and it's as realistic as it could be, given that there was pretty much no way Chris Carter and 1013 was going to let Mulder vindicate himself before the entire world by taking over and publicly landing the spaceship he was abducted in. Which is really too bad, because Livia proves that that scenario, along with many other good things, can make the characters happy while still being in the spirit of the show.
Surrounded by cameras and lights, nearly suffocated by microphones, we began the transmission in front of the media.
"Mulder? You can go ahead. You're on the air."
Silence met us. I was afraid we'd lost the signal, or that the ATRD had finally clued in and was taking over, but then I heard him breathing.
"Mulder, can you hear me?"
Then I heard him chuckle. "Yeah, Scully, I can hear you. I'm just trying to think up something pithy to say. First statements from outer space are supposed to be profound."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd of reporters and crew people.
"Too late, then," I told him indulgently. "You already blew it."
More laughs. Then everyone quieted and just listened to him.
Cunegund's Restoration