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How a Resurrection Really Feels by Idella (R)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Length: 6,100 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idella
Author Website: her "my fic" tag
Why this must be read:
This story is a brilliantly written answer to the question that arises at the end of "Tithonus": is Scully immortal? Idella is an edgy, fearless writer who is willing to push up against the boundaries that most fan fic writers refuse to cross. Her Scully is like a mad scientist, one who tests her hypotheses with care and deliberation.
Dana Scully sits on the lid of her toilet seat, turning her service weapon over in her hands. Her gun is a familiar weight, ice-cold at first but warming quickly as she handles it. Firearms have been her weapons of choice since she was a little girl, since before she became accustomed to using deadly force. A line from one of the poems Missy had been obsessed with as a teen flits through her head: Guns aren't lawful. A gun doesn't get much more lawful than one registered to an F.B.I. agent, she thinks.
She sets hers on the glass shelf above her bathtub and steps gingerly into the empty tub. Rivers are damp, that was part of it, too. Poisons cause cramp. She sits down, shifts until she doesn't feel uncomfortable, wipes her palms on her sweatpants and reaches for her weapon. Her Sig is shaking in her right hand and she steadies it with her left. Might as well live, she thinks, as she noses her weapon under her loose tank top—black, to hide the blood—and presses it against her chest, just below her heart. She aims upwards and fires a single shot.
Her last thought is of Mulder, blinking at her steadily, waiting to hear what she has to say next.
How a Resurrection Really Feels
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST
Length: 6,100 words
Author on LJ:
idellaAuthor Website: her "my fic" tag
Why this must be read:
This story is a brilliantly written answer to the question that arises at the end of "Tithonus": is Scully immortal? Idella is an edgy, fearless writer who is willing to push up against the boundaries that most fan fic writers refuse to cross. Her Scully is like a mad scientist, one who tests her hypotheses with care and deliberation.
Dana Scully sits on the lid of her toilet seat, turning her service weapon over in her hands. Her gun is a familiar weight, ice-cold at first but warming quickly as she handles it. Firearms have been her weapons of choice since she was a little girl, since before she became accustomed to using deadly force. A line from one of the poems Missy had been obsessed with as a teen flits through her head: Guns aren't lawful. A gun doesn't get much more lawful than one registered to an F.B.I. agent, she thinks.
She sets hers on the glass shelf above her bathtub and steps gingerly into the empty tub. Rivers are damp, that was part of it, too. Poisons cause cramp. She sits down, shifts until she doesn't feel uncomfortable, wipes her palms on her sweatpants and reaches for her weapon. Her Sig is shaking in her right hand and she steadies it with her left. Might as well live, she thinks, as she noses her weapon under her loose tank top—black, to hide the blood—and presses it against her chest, just below her heart. She aims upwards and fires a single shot.
Her last thought is of Mulder, blinking at her steadily, waiting to hear what she has to say next.
How a Resurrection Really Feels