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A Thoroughly Modern Kitchen by Ashlea Ensro (R)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Teena Mulder/various
Length: 4,400 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Know Your Exits
Why this must be read: The show never really gave us a chance to get to know Teena Mulder. Oh, she popped up here and there, slapping Mulder, yelling at CSM and pretending not to remember, and then there was the random suicide which would have mattered more if viewers had cared.
This story makes me care. It focuses on Samanatha's abduction, possible variations on that situation, and the consequences, with excellent multiple characterizations of Teena Mulder.
"It will happen tomorrow."
Teena Mulder leaned against the polished stove in her thoroughly modern
kitchen.
"I know," she said.
The man standing in the shadows lit a Morley. "Gimmie one of those,"
Teena said. He hesitated a moment, held out the box to her. A flicker of
emotion crossed his face at the brief physical contact; then it disappeared.
"You're asking me to choose," she continued, "And I'll tell you now, I
can't choose. I *won't* choose."
"Teena..."
"Don't 'Teena' me," she snapped, "If they wanted someone to rationalize all
this to me, they wouldn't have sent *you*. You're here because you want
to save your son. I can't blame you. Bill wants to save his daughter. And I
don't want either of my kids to be taken." She drew in a long stream of
smoke, blowing it back out in his face. "You just don't understand, do you?
I've put up with your games long enough."
"I have no say in the matter..."
"I know what's going on here." She laughed bitterly. "Do you think you
can keep me in the dark? Do you think I don't *know*...?" She stepped up
to him, her hazel eyes flashing. "I know enough. There were three choices -
and you and Bill neglected to inform me of one of them."
"Teena, I..." He took a drag of his cigarette. It was easier than talking. "I
don't know what you're talking about."
She grabbed his wrist, rough, her nails digging into his flesh so deeply as
to draw blood. "Bullshit." Her other hand dropped her cigarette and almost
with the same motion, knocked his cigarette out of his mouth. He looked
startled only long enough for her to place her lips where the smoke had
been.
For a moment she felt him surrender, his fingers smooth back her hair,
holding her tightly - and then she pulled away violently, sending him
sprawling against the wall.
"There were three choices," Teena repeated.
"Fox, Samantha..."
He cringed involuntarily.
"...Or me."
A Thoroughly Modern Kitchen
Pairing: Teena Mulder/various
Length: 4,400 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Know Your Exits
Why this must be read: The show never really gave us a chance to get to know Teena Mulder. Oh, she popped up here and there, slapping Mulder, yelling at CSM and pretending not to remember, and then there was the random suicide which would have mattered more if viewers had cared.
This story makes me care. It focuses on Samanatha's abduction, possible variations on that situation, and the consequences, with excellent multiple characterizations of Teena Mulder.
"It will happen tomorrow."
Teena Mulder leaned against the polished stove in her thoroughly modern
kitchen.
"I know," she said.
The man standing in the shadows lit a Morley. "Gimmie one of those,"
Teena said. He hesitated a moment, held out the box to her. A flicker of
emotion crossed his face at the brief physical contact; then it disappeared.
"You're asking me to choose," she continued, "And I'll tell you now, I
can't choose. I *won't* choose."
"Teena..."
"Don't 'Teena' me," she snapped, "If they wanted someone to rationalize all
this to me, they wouldn't have sent *you*. You're here because you want
to save your son. I can't blame you. Bill wants to save his daughter. And I
don't want either of my kids to be taken." She drew in a long stream of
smoke, blowing it back out in his face. "You just don't understand, do you?
I've put up with your games long enough."
"I have no say in the matter..."
"I know what's going on here." She laughed bitterly. "Do you think you
can keep me in the dark? Do you think I don't *know*...?" She stepped up
to him, her hazel eyes flashing. "I know enough. There were three choices -
and you and Bill neglected to inform me of one of them."
"Teena, I..." He took a drag of his cigarette. It was easier than talking. "I
don't know what you're talking about."
She grabbed his wrist, rough, her nails digging into his flesh so deeply as
to draw blood. "Bullshit." Her other hand dropped her cigarette and almost
with the same motion, knocked his cigarette out of his mouth. He looked
startled only long enough for her to place her lips where the smoke had
been.
For a moment she felt him surrender, his fingers smooth back her hair,
holding her tightly - and then she pulled away violently, sending him
sprawling against the wall.
"There were three choices," Teena repeated.
"Fox, Samantha..."
He cringed involuntarily.
"...Or me."
A Thoroughly Modern Kitchen