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Blinded by White Light, by Dasha K (NC-17)
Well y'all, that's all for me this month! I've really enjoyed driving the van, and I hope y'all enjoyed the recs. I thought I'd leave you with something a little more serious for the last one.
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author Website: Unknown, but her stories are archived at Gossamer
Why this story must be read: This is one of the best Post-Colonization stories I've ever read, and as the genre is rapidly becoming my favorite kind of X-Files fic, that's saying something. In this version, colonization has left the remnants of humanity without any memories of Before. Most people make new lives for themselves, and continue on relatively unconcerned. But Scully longs to know what happened before the Enemies came, despite her loving husband and daughter. Then she meets a stranger named Mulder...and well, things go on from there! It's a fascinating premise and it's flawlessly executed. If you like Post-Col stories at all, you should definitely give this one a try.
Excerpt:
That night she had a new dream.
She was making love, but it wasn't with John. It was
another man, the faceless man with dark hair and gentle
hands.
It was morning and they were in a bed that was unfamiliar
to Dana, but it smelled like home to her, like her own body
and perfume and the smell of his skin. He smelled like
sleep. God, he felt so good, touching her lazily in the
early sunshine, kissing her with lush lips. She loved him.
Oh, how she loved him. Only him.
The man held her and kissed her after they'd both come and
said, "I'll never forget this, Scully."
Strange, he called her by her last name.
She woke then, sitting stark upright, her heart drumming
away. After a few disoriented minutes, she climbed out of
bed. John, who could sleep through anything, didn't stir,
even after she stumbled over her running shoes on the
floor.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and drank a glass of
water, and stared at her reflection.
I wonder how many lovers I've had, she thought.
Blinded by White Light
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author Website: Unknown, but her stories are archived at Gossamer
Why this story must be read: This is one of the best Post-Colonization stories I've ever read, and as the genre is rapidly becoming my favorite kind of X-Files fic, that's saying something. In this version, colonization has left the remnants of humanity without any memories of Before. Most people make new lives for themselves, and continue on relatively unconcerned. But Scully longs to know what happened before the Enemies came, despite her loving husband and daughter. Then she meets a stranger named Mulder...and well, things go on from there! It's a fascinating premise and it's flawlessly executed. If you like Post-Col stories at all, you should definitely give this one a try.
Excerpt:
That night she had a new dream.
She was making love, but it wasn't with John. It was
another man, the faceless man with dark hair and gentle
hands.
It was morning and they were in a bed that was unfamiliar
to Dana, but it smelled like home to her, like her own body
and perfume and the smell of his skin. He smelled like
sleep. God, he felt so good, touching her lazily in the
early sunshine, kissing her with lush lips. She loved him.
Oh, how she loved him. Only him.
The man held her and kissed her after they'd both come and
said, "I'll never forget this, Scully."
Strange, he called her by her last name.
She woke then, sitting stark upright, her heart drumming
away. After a few disoriented minutes, she climbed out of
bed. John, who could sleep through anything, didn't stir,
even after she stumbled over her running shoes on the
floor.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and drank a glass of
water, and stared at her reflection.
I wonder how many lovers I've had, she thought.
Blinded by White Light
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I had fun rereading this. Thank you for posting. :)
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