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Paper Saints by Jill Selby (PG-13)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jill Selby Fanfic
Why this must be read: The best thing about this story is not the gripping casefile, the Mulder and Scully interaction, the desperately romantic ups and downs of their relationship, or the excellent writing style - but the original characters. Rarely have I seen such well rounded and well written OCs. They really came to life for me in this story. Other noteworthy things: jealous!Mulder, witchcraft involving body parts, Scully the boss and her new chair.
You can't change who you are.
I heard that a thousand times growing up, but it took me a long
time to believe it. A long time and a lot of painful
experiences. There was that awful near-poisoning when I tried to
paint my teeth. The Summer of Green Hair.
After way too many of those incidents, it finally began to sink
in. I'm never going to be beautiful by traditional standards.
Okay, not by any standards.
I'm never going to be a great artist or an exalted composer or a
world-class ballerina. I won't be setting any records at the
next Olympics. My brain will not be preserved in a jar after my
death so future generations can unlock the secret of my genius.
I laughed when Trent told me we were going to be a real-life
superheroes. I envisioned coming in to work wearing long-johns
and boots, with a big "S" emblazoned across my plastic-enhanced
chest.
Trent told me we're going to save the world. I told him we have
to finish updating the card catalog first. He told me I lacked
vision. I told him he was delusional.
Then he handed me this journal and told me to start taking notes.
I would be his scribe, his faithful companion, his sidekick, and
soon we would be something we'd never in our wildest dreams
imagined we could be.
I have to admit he was right about that part, because before
this, I never imagined myself as a murderer.
Paper Saints
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jill Selby Fanfic
Why this must be read: The best thing about this story is not the gripping casefile, the Mulder and Scully interaction, the desperately romantic ups and downs of their relationship, or the excellent writing style - but the original characters. Rarely have I seen such well rounded and well written OCs. They really came to life for me in this story. Other noteworthy things: jealous!Mulder, witchcraft involving body parts, Scully the boss and her new chair.
You can't change who you are.
I heard that a thousand times growing up, but it took me a long
time to believe it. A long time and a lot of painful
experiences. There was that awful near-poisoning when I tried to
paint my teeth. The Summer of Green Hair.
After way too many of those incidents, it finally began to sink
in. I'm never going to be beautiful by traditional standards.
Okay, not by any standards.
I'm never going to be a great artist or an exalted composer or a
world-class ballerina. I won't be setting any records at the
next Olympics. My brain will not be preserved in a jar after my
death so future generations can unlock the secret of my genius.
I laughed when Trent told me we were going to be a real-life
superheroes. I envisioned coming in to work wearing long-johns
and boots, with a big "S" emblazoned across my plastic-enhanced
chest.
Trent told me we're going to save the world. I told him we have
to finish updating the card catalog first. He told me I lacked
vision. I told him he was delusional.
Then he handed me this journal and told me to start taking notes.
I would be his scribe, his faithful companion, his sidekick, and
soon we would be something we'd never in our wildest dreams
imagined we could be.
I have to admit he was right about that part, because before
this, I never imagined myself as a murderer.
Paper Saints
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