MaggieFic: The Library

X-Files Stories


Fortune Cookie night PG, SR html \| text	Mulder hums when he's happy.
Much Abides R, SRA, CD html \| text	I remember his rare, wide smile, his eyes, full of love and joy and heartwrenching trust. I will not betray those eyes.
In the Line of Duty PG, VA html \| text	It had happened so fast that even now it was a blur in her memory.She moved as soon as she heard his shouted warning, throwing her weight to one side to get Merton off-balance as Mulder dove for the gun at his ankle. She fell with a jarring thud and she was on the floor and there were shots, so many shots, and a hoarse voice like a nightmare shouting,"Agent down! Agent down!"
Ever Since Ellie PG, VA html \| text	She had streaked across his dark life like a meteor, brilliant and beautiful. His adoration for her had been intense and hopeless, cherished from a distance until the night when Scotch and desperation had forced him to make his admission. He had imagined every scenario, every possible reply--except her acceptance.
Another Lunch At Will's PG, VH, UST html \| text	Knowing, indisputably, within our souls, that we love each other is easy. Admitting it, however, is hard. Especially for people like us. The Ditch King and the Queen of Denial, ruling the kingdom of emotional repression from their palace of the paranormal.
Alone Beneath The Heavens G, VRA html \| text	And then my mind catches up with itself, and I slip and fall into the hole you left in me, and I feel your absence with that wincing pervasive ache you get when you eat ice cream on a tooth with a cavity,and it makes your whole head cringe.
Blue Jean Blue G, V, UST html \| text	I remember this game that Samantha and I used to play. She had the good box of crayons-- the really big one with the built-in sharpener, the one that all the kids wanted. She was always careful with her crayons; I can't remember her ever breaking one. Anyway, she would color something, and try to make me guess what color she had used. I can still see her,hands on her hips and one tooth missing.
Scullytropism G, V html \| text	It's both frustrating and fascinating, the way they behave.They're like a binary star, two bodies orbiting each other so closely that they seem to be one entity. There are many words that describe them,but none really capture the full flavor: exclusive, intense, intimate, absolute;they are all of these things, but no list of adjectives can get precisely the right feel.
Ashes and Oatmeal G, VA html \| text	There are pages and pages of names in my diary, where I've gone through the phone book trying to remember the right one, trying to find one that will look right to me. I write down the ones that seem familiar, hoping that one of them will shake something loose in my head and let me remember for real. I look at my lists and I try them out, whispering names to myself like a prayer: "Samantha Williams, Samantha Porter, Samantha Holden, Samantha Miller..."
Buffetted PG, VR html \| text	That strange form of friendly raunchiness that only arises when tourists get drunk is sweeping in beery waves along the bar. Scully leans closer to me; chilled by the drink, her breath is cool against my ear. If I turned my head, I could kiss her; her mouth would taste of salt and lime.

Pretender Stories


Midnight Observations G, Poetry html \| text	Searching for a shadow made of memories of a round-eyed boy alight with wonder I found a man like and unlike him, with his eyes filled with the anguish of loneliness.
For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her Part I: Takes One to Know One PG, SP html \| text	"Emily told me that 'The Wild Swans' was her favorite story.Your dad used to read it to her when he tucked her in at night. She told me once that the morning he left to try to rescue you from the Centre, the last thing she said to him was that if he couldn't save you, she would... just like the princess in that story." He shut his eyes, trying to restrain the tears that pressed at them. Leaning forward, Carolyn laid a warm hand on his, clenched into a fist on his lap. "They thought you were dead, Jarod, but they never forgot you," she said softly.
For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her Part II: The Heart is a Strange Pretender G, VA html \| text	I will find you someday, Emily. I promise. Somehow we will escape from the constant need to look over our shoulders for sweeper teams. We will be together in life as in our dreams; wearied by the journey but strengthened by each other.
For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her Part III: Outstanding Mediocrity PG, VA html \| text	Mom had been careful not to let me see her break down. I mean,sure we had cried together a million times, but never anything like this.It terrified me. And that night while my mother mourned alone I renewed the last promise I had made my father. I couldn't rescue my brothers, but I could make the Centre pay. I could make sure that no other family ever had to endure the horrors we had. From that night forward I did everything with an eye toward my goal, and nothing could move my heart from its cold purpose.