I don't know that you sound cold, though apparently this fic didn't work for you. I do hear Scully's voice, in the first part, for example, in her exchange with Doggett.
I take a chair and sit down in front of him, rubbing my hands over my stomach with a faint smile which probably comes out more like a wince. I lost the hang of it the day they closed Mulder's casket. His corpse wasn't the only thing to get buried that day.
"I think I just launched a new office pool," I tell Doggett.
He shrugs. "Let them talk."
"Like I have any choice in the matter," I sigh.
He taps his pen on his pad and leans back on his chair, watching me without blinking - the eyes of a cop assessing a suspect. I don't like it one bit.
"It isn't like you to worry about what people think."
"And you know me so well, Agent Doggett."
The sarcasm isn't lost on him. "I know enough."
My eyes settle on the filing cabinet behind him. Yes, I believe he does. Agent Doggett does his homework, you have to grant him that.
"And I know you don't give a shit about your reputation, or you wouldn't have stayed with the X-Files."
Or with Mulder, my mind supplies for him.
I hear all of the warring parts of her mind and her heart: her grief, her intelligence, her conflicted feelings about Mulder and Doggett both. I hear Doggett's voice, too.
And so on.
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Date: 2008-10-14 03:49 am (UTC)I take a chair and sit down in front of him, rubbing my hands over my stomach with a faint smile which probably comes out more like a wince. I lost the hang of it the day they closed Mulder's casket. His corpse wasn't the only thing to get buried that day.
"I think I just launched a new office pool," I tell Doggett.
He shrugs. "Let them talk."
"Like I have any choice in the matter," I sigh.
He taps his pen on his pad and leans back on his chair, watching me without blinking - the eyes of a cop assessing a suspect. I don't like it one bit.
"It isn't like you to worry about what people think."
"And you know me so well, Agent Doggett."
The sarcasm isn't lost on him. "I know enough."
My eyes settle on the filing cabinet behind him. Yes, I believe he does. Agent Doggett does his homework, you have to grant him that.
"And I know you don't give a shit about your reputation, or you wouldn't have stayed with the X-Files."
Or with Mulder, my mind supplies for him.
I hear all of the warring parts of her mind and her heart: her grief, her intelligence, her conflicted feelings about Mulder and Doggett both. I hear Doggett's voice, too.
And so on.
We have a lot more stories to read here. Go explore, and welcome to