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Sokol by Khyber (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 400k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
that_khyber
Author Website: khyberfic.net (way-backed) or his Authors Page at Gossamer.
Why this must be read: There are a handful of works in any fandom that are considered "must-reads," regardless of shipping preference. Sokol is definitely in that category, due to the high quality of its writing and the immense scope of its storyline. While it is technically a sequel to "Reach," it is not necessary to have read it first. Do go read it, though, as it is really good, too. No episodes after "The Red and the Black" have taken place, nor has Fight the Future, so this is an AU.
"Sokol" starts a couple of months after the events of "Reach," during the summer of 1998. Mulder and Scully are in bed in her apartment sleeping, when an unknown caller instructs them to investigate a mysterious plane crash in Washington State. What they find there convinces them that it is an X-file, so when Skinner orders them back home and effectively grounds them, they continue to investigate against his orders. What they find is shocking, horrifically violent and ultimately life-threatening, not just to themselves but to humanity as well.
Mulder was silent, looking at his partner. She seemed to be
studying her thumbnail, specifically the left one, hands clasped on
top of her knees.
"Thoughts...?" he led.
"You think this is real?" she began quietly.
"Tsvigun's for real, looked him up on the Internet. Pandhu... fits
vaguely within his documented research interests, especially if you
follow where he's leading."
"Based on wrongful, violent death, this would be a haunting,
Mulder?"
"Scully, look, even if you're undecided about the existence of
ghosts, or something similar, you have to admit that within the
literature and the study on the subject there is a strong
correlation between the manifestation of a ghost and violent or
wrongful death. Galina Kovalyova was murdered."
"Well, within the right literature there's also a strong
correlation between leaving your door unlocked and wandering little
girls eating your porridge. But we're not talking about a ghost,
Mulder, we're talking about antique Russian space capsules falling
out of the sky with ...biological material... in them. And radio
transmissions, and... it's all very concrete, Mulder, even if it
doesn't make any sense. Oh, and need I add that seventy per cent of
our information is coming from one Alex Krycek?"
Mulder patted his large pile of papers and waved Jared's drawing.
"I always thought of Krycek as more of a watercolors guy, Scully.
Like I said, regardless of the source, something is going on here."
"Well, there's no denying that, Mulder." She looked at the boy's
drawing again. "I wish... I wish it wasn't like this. The
spaceship, the cosmonaut, if it's true it's fascinating, it's
inspiring. She should be remembered, like Yuri Gagarin or John
Glenn or Neil Armstrong." Scully paused, unfocused and quiet.
"That's the only way to really kill heroes, to forget them."
"Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you right now?" Mulder
said softly.
"Oh, I've known that you're crazy for quite some time. I'm just
kind of going with it now."
"I'll buy dinner if you promise to get misty about space
exploration at least one more time," he offered with a disturbing
sincerity.
"Maybe. But if you're still trying to convince me that this is a
space haunting by eleven PM, I'm withholding sex."
"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled.
"Yep," she nodded nonchalantly, rising and beginning to pack up the
day's papers.
"Is that how it's gonna work?"
"It sure is. I should have thought of this years ago."
This story has everything: great writing, the mytharc, Mulder/Scully romance, delightful dialogue, hot sex, a murder-mystery that actually stays mysterious and becomes more terrifying as the story progresses, and even moments of humor. You will love it. Because his website is currently down, the link is to Fugues Fiction Archive.
Sokol
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 400k
Author on LJ:
that_khyberAuthor Website: khyberfic.net (way-backed) or his Authors Page at Gossamer.
Why this must be read: There are a handful of works in any fandom that are considered "must-reads," regardless of shipping preference. Sokol is definitely in that category, due to the high quality of its writing and the immense scope of its storyline. While it is technically a sequel to "Reach," it is not necessary to have read it first. Do go read it, though, as it is really good, too. No episodes after "The Red and the Black" have taken place, nor has Fight the Future, so this is an AU.
"Sokol" starts a couple of months after the events of "Reach," during the summer of 1998. Mulder and Scully are in bed in her apartment sleeping, when an unknown caller instructs them to investigate a mysterious plane crash in Washington State. What they find there convinces them that it is an X-file, so when Skinner orders them back home and effectively grounds them, they continue to investigate against his orders. What they find is shocking, horrifically violent and ultimately life-threatening, not just to themselves but to humanity as well.
Mulder was silent, looking at his partner. She seemed to be
studying her thumbnail, specifically the left one, hands clasped on
top of her knees.
"Thoughts...?" he led.
"You think this is real?" she began quietly.
"Tsvigun's for real, looked him up on the Internet. Pandhu... fits
vaguely within his documented research interests, especially if you
follow where he's leading."
"Based on wrongful, violent death, this would be a haunting,
Mulder?"
"Scully, look, even if you're undecided about the existence of
ghosts, or something similar, you have to admit that within the
literature and the study on the subject there is a strong
correlation between the manifestation of a ghost and violent or
wrongful death. Galina Kovalyova was murdered."
"Well, within the right literature there's also a strong
correlation between leaving your door unlocked and wandering little
girls eating your porridge. But we're not talking about a ghost,
Mulder, we're talking about antique Russian space capsules falling
out of the sky with ...biological material... in them. And radio
transmissions, and... it's all very concrete, Mulder, even if it
doesn't make any sense. Oh, and need I add that seventy per cent of
our information is coming from one Alex Krycek?"
Mulder patted his large pile of papers and waved Jared's drawing.
"I always thought of Krycek as more of a watercolors guy, Scully.
Like I said, regardless of the source, something is going on here."
"Well, there's no denying that, Mulder." She looked at the boy's
drawing again. "I wish... I wish it wasn't like this. The
spaceship, the cosmonaut, if it's true it's fascinating, it's
inspiring. She should be remembered, like Yuri Gagarin or John
Glenn or Neil Armstrong." Scully paused, unfocused and quiet.
"That's the only way to really kill heroes, to forget them."
"Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you right now?" Mulder
said softly.
"Oh, I've known that you're crazy for quite some time. I'm just
kind of going with it now."
"I'll buy dinner if you promise to get misty about space
exploration at least one more time," he offered with a disturbing
sincerity.
"Maybe. But if you're still trying to convince me that this is a
space haunting by eleven PM, I'm withholding sex."
"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled.
"Yep," she nodded nonchalantly, rising and beginning to pack up the
day's papers.
"Is that how it's gonna work?"
"It sure is. I should have thought of this years ago."
This story has everything: great writing, the mytharc, Mulder/Scully romance, delightful dialogue, hot sex, a murder-mystery that actually stays mysterious and becomes more terrifying as the story progresses, and even moments of humor. You will love it. Because his website is currently down, the link is to Fugues Fiction Archive.
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