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BECAUSE I WATCHED...

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Fire

| rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | fire |  words: 169 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles  by @burritoscully ​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully ​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Eve |

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Phoebe Green

The fear couldn’t be described. Listening to a voice calmly tell you the manner in which you were about to die. Dana felt stuck, fear clutching around her heart, squeezing so tightly she thought she would die from that experience alone.

“…Team could only identify the poor bastard by his dental records,” the woman’s voice echoes in Dana’s mind. Is that how she was to die then?

But then the car door had opened and Dana thinks she had screamed, waiting for the blow, the bang, the pain to come.

Yet all there was, was a woman, her voice identical to that on the tape. She had a big grin across her face. “Aren’t we looking a bit ghostly,” she had said.

It was all one big prank to Phoebe Green. When the fear had abated, all Dana was left with was anger, anger which she carried for the rest of the case.

And something else there, too. Something Dana wasn’t quite so ready to put a name to.

Sunday, March 20th.

I initially declined working on this case. Mulder and Phoebe Green seemed to have it handled. That, and I didn’t fancy working with Phoebe after her little tape-bomb prank. What is it you find so alluring about her, Mulder? All I saw was an immature little girl, someone yet to grow up since high school. Anyway, I wouldn’t say I was sad to see the back of Inspector Phoebe Green…

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Beyond The Sea

| rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | beyond the sea |  words: 80 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles  by @burritoscully ​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully ​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Fire |

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I'm Afraid To Believe

Boggs had her. Caught in his palm, took advantage of her grief and state of mind. It was all just coincidence, there was no psychic transmission, visions of deceased loved ones are a common psychological phenomena, she knew that. There was nothing to it.

These things were no more than a bunch of events colliding together at once. Connections that looked as though they were linked but weren’t. There was nothing to believe.

At least that’s what Dana told herself.

Friday, January 6th.

Psychics don’t exist, the internet does, information is easily accessible now. Visions of the dead a common psychological phenomena. Just a bunch of events seeming to connect colliding together at once. Boggs took advantage of me. I don’t need to know what my father said, I know it all ready. Still, Mulder’s question lingers. Why won’t I believe? Simple: I’m afraid to.

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Gender Bender

| rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | gender bender |  words: 240 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles  by @burritoscully ​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully ​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Beyond The Sea |

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Withdrawal.

She felt drowsy, fatigued, a small headache beginning to bloom in the centre of her forehead. It felt almost like a hangover.

The taste of sick was still on her tongue, her throat dry from stomach acid. It hurt to swallow. Mulder promised her coffee once they got back to civilisation.

He hadn’t said much since blaming her for what happened. Dana had wanted to defend herself, to describe the feeling, why she so willingly went with Brother Andrew but the truth was, she had no words for it, no way to describe such a strange experience, all she knew was it had something to do with the pheromones.

“You okay?”

Mulder’s voice protrudes her thoughts. She was angry at him, a tiny ball of fire brewing in her stomach, furious that every time he got an idea, she always got hurt.

But Dana had no energy to argue tonight. She leans against the window, eyes closed, her headache was getting worse.

“I’m fine,” she tells him. A lie, she was shaking. Her mind flashes to withdrawal symptoms and her eyes shut tighter to keep the tears at bay, she didn’t ask for any of this!

“I just want to go home.”

They drive in silence the rest of the way. Dana tries to ignore the memory of the Kindred’s accusing stare, the rancid smell of Andrew’s sweat, and the look of fear in Mulder’s eyes when he found her.

Saturday, February 18th

I trust him. I wouldn't have gone with him otherwise, Mulder. Even when he bolted the door with the chair, I didn't react. He drugged me, had me drugged since the first time we met, I would never...Now they're gone but he isn't, I can still feel him on top of me. Will it ever go away?

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You alright? He’s not gonna get his quota this year.

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Eve

| rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | eve |  words: 42 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles  by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Fallen Angel |

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We’re Just Little Girls

“We’re just little girls.” A perfect façade, innocent victims, psychopathic killers. They played straight into Mulder’s hands. They played them both. Yet they were still victims of a sort. Victims of experiments they never consented to. Victims of a much darker conspiracy?

Sunday, February 27th.

Clones. Genetic experiments. It wasn’t unheard of but to see it be successful was astounding. Mulder didn’t seem too interested in it, maybe he was just bummed it wasn’t aliens after all. To me, it was intriguing. I like this department, the stuff you find, it’s not always little green men from outer space, sometimes it’s something incredible.

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Ice

| saturday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | ice | words: 100 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Ghost In The Machine |

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We Are Not Who We Are.

Guns suddenly drawn on each other, tensions high, the air tight. Is this how Richter and Campbell felt in their final moments?

Something they fought to prevent unravelling in a heartbeat, in a second. How many more seconds were they away from firing at each other. At themselves.

They aren’t listening to each other as they have come to do in their past six months of partnership and as they yell at each other to “Put it down!” it is Scully who realises that they have fallen into the trap. Scully who realises they may not be who they are.

November, 13th.

It’s hard to recall, like a memory fuzzy, like missing time almost. It’s shouting, a finger resting on a trigger, the face of a barrel staring down at you. It’s scary to remember, feeling the events unravel, having no control of the situation, distrusting everyone, even you, Mulder.

We are not who we are.

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X-Files Rewatch Series; Fallen Angel

| weekend | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | fallen angel | words: 71 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles  by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | Ice |

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I Didn’t Order Room Service

Mulder had ditched her again. Ran off without telling her where and this time Dana took the fall for it, suffered the consequences for his actions. She had to bring him back.

Of course, Mulder had no interest in returning pronto. Like a dog with a bone, he won’t give up until his answers are found. How will you find the truth Mulder, when your X-Files have been taken from you?

Saturday, February 12th.

I feel more like Mulder’s babysitter than I do his partner. Tasked to bring him back from Nowhere, Nowhereville, reprimanded when I don’t know where he’s gone. It was all starting to get dull. Why can’t you leave things alone, Mulder? Is this really worth the death of your X-Files, the death of your quest?