The Lost by Wintersong

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I've greatly enjoyed driving the crack-van this month, but it's time to hand it over for October. Thank you for reading!

Fandom: THE X FILES
Pairing: Mulder, Scully
Length: 232k
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Wintersong
Why this must be read: I'm not sure I even know what to say about Wintersong and her stories. The first in a trilogy (each is a standalone, the final a WIP but is entirely readable, with a fabulous 'final' line) and, well.

I adore this story because of the beauty of the landscapes, both outer and inner, as well as the personal journey between our Heroes. Wintersong puts a really subtle spin on Mulder and Scully, and a great sense of physicality. I hope you enjoy this work as much as I do.


Spooned up against each other, the fit was still
a tight one. Deliberately. The biggest mistake
anyone ever made was making the shelter too
large. Scully blessed the week-ends she had spent
practicing building these things last winter.

That first week-end, she had almost frozen to
death and the park ranger who had stopped at her
campsite the next morning had just shaken his
head and pointed out what she was doing wrong.
He had made a couple of cautious remarks about
the fact she was out alone, but she had
accidentally flashed her holster when bending
over to pick up a load of firewood and he had
closed his mouth with a rather abrupt snap. Not
that Scully had any illusions that a gun
guaranteed her safety, but the campground was
mostly frequented by families, had a fair amount
of traffic and she felt fairly confident all else
considered.

Besides, after liver-eating mutants and ax-
wielding cannibals, she found it a bit hard to
get worked up over garden variety perverts and
muggers. It probably said something that she
found the thought of dealing with something that
she actually knew would die if she shot it once
or twice to be mildly relaxing. The average
FBI agent carried one extra clip.

She carried three.







The Lost