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Déjeuner Sur la Déjà Vu by Ariadne (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 4,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Ariadne's gossamer page
Why this must be read: While Mulder and Scully are on a case searching for a missing boy, they start to remember what really happened on Monday. Lovely and passionate fic, beautifully written.
Scully sat tailor-fashion on the ground and pulled Mulder's head into her lap to assess the damage. Her thumb wandered over his temple as she registered the cut at the back of the skull, superficial but bleeding profusely as did all scalp wounds. Cleansing and pressure would be all he would need. "You're okay," she whispered. "No one has to die here."
Why did I say that?
It hit her full force.
We're on the floor of the bank and there's a bullet in his chest next to the heart that was so strong just a few minutes ago and he's going to die I can't do anything more than hold him while he slips away my God we're all going to die I can't connect to this robber, this man with the coldness of death in his eyes he's got a bomb he's got a bomb it doesn't have to end like this he's got a bomb...
Déjeuner Sur la Déjà Vu
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 4,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Ariadne's gossamer page
Why this must be read: While Mulder and Scully are on a case searching for a missing boy, they start to remember what really happened on Monday. Lovely and passionate fic, beautifully written.
Scully sat tailor-fashion on the ground and pulled Mulder's head into her lap to assess the damage. Her thumb wandered over his temple as she registered the cut at the back of the skull, superficial but bleeding profusely as did all scalp wounds. Cleansing and pressure would be all he would need. "You're okay," she whispered. "No one has to die here."
Why did I say that?
It hit her full force.
We're on the floor of the bank and there's a bullet in his chest next to the heart that was so strong just a few minutes ago and he's going to die I can't do anything more than hold him while he slips away my God we're all going to die I can't connect to this robber, this man with the coldness of death in his eyes he's got a bomb he's got a bomb it doesn't have to end like this he's got a bomb...
Déjeuner Sur la Déjà Vu