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Lullaby for A Stormy Night by Raven (R)
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven
Author Website: Sleeping With Ghosts
Why this must be read:
I always have unreasonable love for stories that depict Samantha Mulder as a person in her own right, and yet this story inspires unreasonable love in so many other ways as well. It offers achingly beautiful prose and a subtle, tender look at the Mulder/Scully relationship, using alternate universes as a way to explore questions of loss and memory. Whether or not you care about Samantha, give this one a chance.
“It’s like I have a speciality,” he’s saying, and there’s a cracking fretfulness in his voice, a note of something faintly unreal, “it’s like everyone knows about it, whenever you get some perp raping and eviscerating twelve-year-old girls, they all think of me, time to bring in Spooky and his spooked-out brain, why do I always, I mean, why is it always me?”
“Spooked-out is right,” Scully tells him crisply. “I can hear your neurons misfiring.”
Lullaby For A Stormy Night
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Author on LJ:
loneravenAuthor Website: Sleeping With Ghosts
Why this must be read:
I always have unreasonable love for stories that depict Samantha Mulder as a person in her own right, and yet this story inspires unreasonable love in so many other ways as well. It offers achingly beautiful prose and a subtle, tender look at the Mulder/Scully relationship, using alternate universes as a way to explore questions of loss and memory. Whether or not you care about Samantha, give this one a chance.
“It’s like I have a speciality,” he’s saying, and there’s a cracking fretfulness in his voice, a note of something faintly unreal, “it’s like everyone knows about it, whenever you get some perp raping and eviscerating twelve-year-old girls, they all think of me, time to bring in Spooky and his spooked-out brain, why do I always, I mean, why is it always me?”
“Spooked-out is right,” Scully tells him crisply. “I can hear your neurons misfiring.”
Lullaby For A Stormy Night