I want to believe

Independent RP blog for Special Agent Fox Mulder. Interested in crime, supernatural, and/or SCIFI based plots and crossovers, as well as canon X-Files. Written by Lee. Established 1.23.2015

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I can’t help but think how excited Bambi would be about the Bug. 

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My Struggle

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Alien autopsy with Dr. Weaver. 

I’d love to see a conversation between her and Scully. 

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No, ma'am. We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor we're aware of. May we come in?

Agent K, Men in Black

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I’d go to an intergalactic kegger. 

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Ｉ  ｗａｎｔ  ｔｏ  ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ

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No nicknames. 

Sport.

Slick.

Son. 

Look at all the aliens! 

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I could be one of the best of the best of the best. 

Agent M. 

I like the sound of that. 

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Blue goop. Gas leaks. Yeah, right. Keep the truth to yourself, K. 

Run J, run! 

Beatrice, you should poison Edgar. He’s a dick. Not sad the Bug killed him. 

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The X-files Tribute Project - Case #01 - Shy Flukeman seeks new friends The first in a series of short animated loops I’m making to celebrate my favorite show’s return after so many years! HD version on Vimeo

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Something Mysterious is afoot - Mulder & McKay

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Rodney had been seriously creeped out by the happenings of his humble and uncharacteristic abode. These loud sort of noises and random fluorescent goo had seemed like something he would have seen in the Pegasus Galaxy (of course, he didn’t work for the SGC anymore; they’d put him through too much shit. He worked as an independent consultant nowadays).

Here on Earth, though, Rodney found himself to be questioning so many things about his house. Things didn’t add up, and as one who liked to keep his ducks in a row, it bothered him. It really did.

McKay had been right in the middle of refuting one of Hawking’s obnoxious theories– thank God he was free from the SGC’S classified clause– when the door bell rang. He slipped out of his chair and ambled towards the door, lips turning up at the man who stood there.

Oh, how he was annoyed.

“Mulder. Great. Well… you know my name. I don’t have to say it again.”

Peering from the side of the door like Gollum, Rodney’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Come in, you don’t want everyone in this neighbourhood falling to hysteria, do you? It’ll be the gooey Witch trials, and I don’t want to be John Hawthorne.”

He left the door slightly ajar, barking orders at the man like he did on Atlantis nearly two years ago, “Take off your shoes, don’t track anything into my house. Do you want tea? Nevermind, I just don’t care.”

He made it into his mind to make two cups of tea.

Noticing the picture of John on the mantle as he passed it, Rodney grimaced, placed it face down, and made his way to the kitchen.

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He’d seen them all from deranged housewives to incest bound triplets with homicidal tendencies, but the ones that actually had the power to get under Mulder’s hardened shell were the scientists. In his years on the X-Files, he’d run out of fingers and toes to count the number of mad scientists he and Scully had to deal with as victim and perpetrator—and sadly because of that he wasn’t sure which category Rodney McKay fit in.

Mulder was seriously hoping for the victim card. The guy seemed miserably enough to be playing that hand, especially when he frowned at the photo on the mantle. He’d tried to research McKay, at least enough to know who’s picture it was, but most of the man’s records were so far redacted that the government probably ran out of Sharpies blacking it all out. He hated that.

“My partner’s on her way from Denver, so I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with me. She’s the scientist,” Mulder said as he wiggled his toes that were thrilled to be free of his shoes, while Mulder hoped McKay didn’t notice the hole near his left pinky toe. He hadn’t been prepared to take his shoes off anywhere in public.

“What can you tell me about your experiences, Doctor?” Mulder hit the record button on his phone and took a seat when McKay returned.

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Me Again & Now on Hiatus

// Not only do I have a huge assignment, but I had a bad reaction to a new medication—

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My Apologies

//I have a pretty big editing assignment, around 300 pages, due on Monday, and I’ve been a little muse-less the past few days. 

But the good thing is that having lots of work always wakes my boys up. (I know it’s weird) So there should be some replies done daily. 

The sad thing is that I need to drop some threads. I was under-worked during December and January, but I’m back to my in-demand schedule for February and on, including a bookcover job for a freelance client. 

Thanks for being patient with me,

Lee aka @askfirstofficerspock @yetanotherjimkirk and @damngoodlookinman