Hello, would you know of any post apocalyptic AU fics that don’t have to do with the colonization plan or Purity? Just good old fashioned zombies or other deadly virus (or fungus, I see you The Last of Us) lol
Collector's Edition: Mulder, Scully, and Post-Apocalyptic Survival
There was one fic that legitimately did fit your criteria (dianasicarus's "The Dead Come Back"); but it was deleted off of Ao3, and I can't find it anywhere. So.
Anyway! These are mostly virus or alien-related fics (because the specific niche requested is rare)-- however, I tried to keep them Colonization-adjacent, or Colonization-peripheral, rather than full-on aliens, vaccines, and the like.
Loose chronological order below~
Callunarose's Heaven Came Crashing Down - Chapter 4
It sends a chill down Mulder’s skin to see the state of Skinner’s office. The large table, a fixture in so many boring meetings, has somehow been split down the middle, chairs lie in bits around it, and the windows behind Skinner’s desk are shattered. It smells like smoke and fire, and a thin layer of ash has blown in through the broken window panes like some absurd festive snowfall. Skinner’s computer is on the floor, and it doesn’t take a federal agent to understand that someone has jumped up and down on it repeatedly, smashing it into bits. Scully is standing behind the desk it once sat on, staring down at it.
AU-- Post Millennium Mulder and Scully find D.C. abandoned.
@audriesfic/audries/inkspl0tchess's
repechage
there are four things that are the same. endlessly, always. four things that he will always know to be true. four things he’d picked up between preschool and middle-age. four things he would have passed on to his son if he’d had the chance. not that his off-brand form of wisdom could have saved him, or anyone, in the end.
still, they are as follows: water is wet, gravity is at the center of all things, scully is (just is. in general terms, specifics don’t apply, not anymore) and a baseball diamond on a summer night is the closest you will ever be to anything as divine and illusory as heaven.
these are the things he knows. not necessarily in that order.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully stumble across a baseball diamond.
seiche (Tumblr)
“Say you believe it, too. Say there’s going to be an after. Say we’re going to live.”
Her mouth winced. She couldn’t look at him anymore and didn’t, tucking her chin. “I can’t.”
“Why?” He sounded raw. Scully felt herself to be unknowable and cruel. The waiting room feeling. “After all you’ve done, after all we’ve been through, why can’t you believe we’re going to win this?”
“Because I don't know what happens next,” she told him, “if it isn't the worst thing.”
AU-- Mulder and Scully didn't change their partnership (yet), despite impending Colonization.
He'd picked the wrong day to be lonely and had definitely picked the wrong way in which to show it. If he wanted something from her, comfort or companionship, he would have to ask. She wasn't going to play games with him.
He'd balked at the door, but when his hesitation didn't result in apology, she'd pushed him the rest of the way out and thrown the dead bolt, glad to be rid of him. Finally turning the lights on, she'd walked into the bathroom and crouched by the toilet to throw up what seemed to be a city's worth of ashes.
Colonization Scully's transformation after the world is set on fire.
She finally nips the bag with her index and middle fingers, gingerly drawing it out. Her careful wrapping job has done nothing to protect the delicate weave from absorbing the ever-present dust in the air. She has given up on ever having clean hair again, her face always coated with a smothering sheen of sweat and airborne grime. Pulverized concrete, unearthed trees, ashes. So many dead, gone.
Scully mournfully studies her torn, bloodied suit.
@lotsoforangesoutside's Wednesday 100s (Tumblr)
In another universe, they got married during a lockdown, a complete lockdown, three months after colonization.
Colonization, quarantine, and regulations.
soundingsea's (DW) in the lonely cool before dawn
Scully shakes her head. "Mulder, nobody's heard from Southern California in over a year; there are blockades starting at Vegas. Ever since the Hoover Dam went, it's been considered a loss. Not much agriculture with no water."
"Doesn't look like water's going to be a problem here," Mulder replies, eyes turned upward.
Scully breathes in the smell of oncoming rain.
Colonization hits, and hits hard.
@writingwell/RocketMan/Darkstryder's (xffics) Live Free
Desperate to make them quiet, Mulder raised his voice to be heard above them.
"Do you want to hear a story?"
Some heads turned to see him; one of the older ones next to Scully started quieting the kids in the back; it seemed a good distraction.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully hold onto hope while huddled with a small, underground group.
...I'd been there when they'd forced her mouth open, poured the black oil down her throat, and then thrown her into the cell. I'd held her in my arms as she'd trembled and squirmed against the madness slowly taking her over, and then I had her brought to the infirmary. A shot of precious morphine later, I'd tied her limbs down to the table; she stopped struggling and I'd leaned over, closed her eyes with the palm of my hand. Nine hours later, Susan died and I held her earrings in my hand.
"Scully."
"We can risk it," I told Mulder. "We have a choice to make."
"I can't run."
"I know that." I took a deep breath. "But do we stay?"
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully, prisoners, hatch a plot to escape.
@spooky-nerd/spooky_nerd's Beyond the Setting Sun: a Post-Colonization drabble (Tumblr)
“Scully, if the sky crumbled and fell on top of our heads tomorrow, you would find a way to rationalize it,” Mulder had told her once, with equal parts awe and irritation in his voice. If only she had known at the time how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
They had been on a case when it had happened. She still remembers the shrill, earth-shaking scream of the crafts as they had broken through the dark and split the peaceful night apart. She had woken with a dread like no other. The back of her neck thrummed. They were here.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully are separated when her chip begins to control her.
She misses her apartment, her mother, Mulder's fish tank, William's morning noises. She misses Frohike's leers and Langly's t-shirts. She misses wearing a badge and being an authority figure. She misses doing good, being good, feeling good.
She misses Skinner's gruff voice and Monica's wide smile and Doggett's soft drawl. She misses her baby. She misses her friends.
She misses her hair.
Post-Colonization Scully counts her losses.
pokeitlikejello's
The Drabble Files - Chapter 14
He made her a promise and God, she was so scared. Why did they have to split up? Was it his idea? Hers? She couldn’t remember. Not after all the concussions.
Post-Colonization Scully waits for Mulder's whistle.
@leiascully's (Ao3)
X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 30: Dazzle
The end of the world is dazzling. The sun is too bright. It glares off the sand of the beach. The shoreline is higher than it used to be, but the waves have pushed the sand up where there used to be beachgrass or even lawns. The shore has been reshaped, just like everything else. The waves ripple around the ruins of expensive houses. Once upon a time, they lived fairy tales here.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully did what they could.
One word prompt: beach
The loose linen is nothing like the suits she used to wear, before. Before the downfall of the organization she'd trusted, before the invasion of her body by the alien virus.
Post-Colonization Marita feels the cumulative weight of her life.
Sarah Segretti/sarah_segretti's Operation Clean House (Ao3)
He’s been attached to Special Ops. He’s one of only two people on this planet who have been inside one of Their ships and lived to tell the tale.
She’s the other. But she doesn’t remember the details.
He’s never quite forgiven her for that, she thinks, although he knows – and she knows he knows – that it’s not her fault. She wishes she could remember. She doesn’t want to be separated from him on this night.
Post-Colonization Mulder has to go on a mission alone.
Branwell's Won and Lost
They nicknamed the third assault force Operation Pest Control. The regular army sent in a thousand men at each site. They traveled in tanks or helicopters, and included units with powerful explosives. Missiles couldn't be used effectively against foes who had dug themselves in deep during the Stone Age.
The enemy died by the dozens. The soldiers died by the thousands within minutes of reaching shifting zones around the ships.
DOD HQ organized Tiger Teams that included specialists in tactical nuclear weapons. The President's family arrived at the bunker in West Virginia, where they were forced to stay in total ignorance and confusion.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully: indestructible.
AUs
EmScully's Not Alone
Scully struggled to pull the door closed and stepped gingerly down the porch towards the outhouse. The small building groaned around her and she moved quickly, already chilled and missing the warmth of her little stove. When she stepped out of the outhouse she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, she did a double take and froze. The dead carcass of the alien next to her porch was being torn into by a very much live version, blocking the way of her front door.
AU-- S7 Scully is abducted instead of Mulder; and both are aided by their son from the future to find each other in a world turned upside-down (and infested with monsters.)
@scullyphile's The Lure of the Paranormal (Tumblr)
“What’s going on? I thought we were having a good Sunday morning. Puns, flirting, fishing, sunshine. What’s wrong?” She asked. When he met her eyes, she knew. “It’s about William.”
Post S9 Mulder and Scully use fish puns to hide the pain.
cthene's In the Watchfires of a Hundred Circling Camps
Frothing and wheezing on his back, the kid claws at Mulder’s face with his nails. His black eyes bulge like quivering pearls of tapioca. He’s afraid.
Mulder freezes. A silent scream lashes across his mind, confirming what he already knew, and his grip fails. Someone’s son or grandson is still in there.
“Mulder!” Scully yells at him.
The trachea uncrushes itself and the kid sucks the air, already lunging upward again.
Mulder watches himself grab his skull and brain him against the floor. With vicious force he wasn’t capable of two seconds ago, he hammers the kid’s head over and over again into the tile until the tile cracks. He feels his own hands cleaving open the base of the skull, a plate of metalicized bone falling away like a shard of eggshell to let the sticky albumen run out. Mulder’s fingers plunge into the wet brainpan, closing around the slippery stem and yanking it out as the body beneath him seizes and dies.
AU-- Post S9 Mulder is turned: a new creature in a new world, in search of his and Scully (and their son's) place in it.
@poeticsandaliens/aster_risk's OctoberFicFest Day 30 - Rental Car
William loves these days, ripping down an empty road to the next empty town in the next empty state, searching for the next unclaimed rental car. It’s only desolate once they get there. When you’re the only humans left on the planet, civilization is a thousand times more desolate, and nature is a thousand times more beautiful.
AU-- Mulder, Scully, and their son live life on the road.
@pinebluffvariants/@flukemen's (Ao3) Baseball
“Let me tell you a story. I wasn’t always a total idiot - no, don’t deny it, I’ve heard you talk to people - anyway, my story. It was about twenty years ago. We’d already known each other for almost ten years but for various reasons, nothing had happened between us. Actually let me take that back. So much had happened between us, just not what we both wanted. I knew it, it was so obvious, but we were scared.”
“Scared.”
AU-- Mulder retells The Unnatural date night to William as a bedtime story.
stellar_dust/stellar_dust's The City and the Stars (Combined) (Ao3)
No one would have believed in the last years of the twentieth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
How fitting, then, that it was, finally, a woman with a microscope who discovered the key to their destruction.
AU-- Mulder, Scully, their son, Skinner, Doggett, and Monica sneak into town... then everything devolves into chaos.
Blackwood's (site) Restless Vespers (site)
The sofa creaks as she rises. He feels her standing behind him, knowing what she will say before she says it. "We did all that we could. You did more than anyone could have asked."
"Did I?"
She lays a hand on his sleeve, but he isn't ready for absolution. "Of course you did," she says so gently it feels like a caress. "You're Will's father. You negotiated with the Rebels when no one else could and," she pauses. "I never would have survived without you."
"You would have gone on, Scully. It's who you are."
"Breathing isn't the same thing as living."
"It's Life."
AU-- Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully have a chat.
Dana Scully bandaged them both the best she could, but her training was of flesh and bone, stitches and scar tissue, medication to stave off the searing pain. Grossly unqualified for the patient before her, she prayed silently for a breakthrough. Anything to help a man whose soul was eclipsed.
The date for colonization had come. And gone.
And now… the man in her bed was not the same.
Post-2012 Scully talks her partner through his grief.
@all-these-ghosts/all_these_ghosts's radio nowhere - Chapter 30
When he gets to the plateau at the summit, there is nothing left but dirt and ash and blackened, jagged shards of metal. Every tree and shrub and blade of grass has been leveled. Below him the mountainside is charred from the flames that rained down after the explosion. The late afternoon sky is dark and tinged red.
AU-- Revival Mulder Is stumbling around the ruins looking for his son.
afg's (mulderscreek) Mendocino (mulderscreek)
Skinner had once told him over a bottle of Scotch, how surprised he'd been that Mulder had not killed himself and confessed to him drunkenly, that he and the rest of the group had had him on a sort of unofficial suicide watch for months after Scully had been killed.... In truth it had been touch and go. Many a long night, he had sat with his gun in his hand trying hard to think of a reason to stay. He'd failed her on that last day, the least he could do, he thought, was to tough it out until the end. He couldn't light candles or recite a 'Hail Mary' but he could stay alive. It was his penance.
AU-- Post-Colonization Mulder lives just a bit longer than Scully.
Pale The Chicken Slayer's "Seven More Days" (xphilefic)
The flu hit, distroying cities and states. I'm not sure if the whole world got it, but it's a safe bet. America is dead, almost time for the funereal, when we lay the past into the ground. Mulder died, one of it's earliest victims. The sky scorched with a pale black horizon, like a mystery or a dream. The world seems like a novel, ripped from the pages and brought into our small lives, the authors don't realize how their works will affect us. And ruin us.
Post-Colonization Scully roams the world, immortal.
@scully-loves-ruthie's Prompt: There's only us
Mulder hiked his pack higher up his back, it took a couple weeks, but he and Scully soon learned there was no one to fight for supplies, and worse yet no one to save. An unholy trip to Maggie’s followed by an understated mourning at Skinner and Monica’s. It didn’t take much after that to understand there would be no finding, no saving, no banding together to ride out the apocalypse, a ramshackle collection of misfits suited for an FX series.
Post-Colonization, there are only two people left alive.
Oracle (The Other Side) At Sunset (Gossamer)
"William, we don't have to stay another year," she says. "Your dad visits me sometimes, at night. He doesn't speak, but he sits beside me. We talk without sound."
"Mom -"
"I know you don't believe me, William, but I see him. I see them all. Sometimes, under the red moon, I walk to the top of the cliffs and I see them. They look up at me from the desert, expectantly. Waiting for us to join them."
AU-- Scully and William are the only survivors.
@lepusarcticus's the after
“Happy turning day,” she smiled, setting a mug on the side table. He caught a whiff of the contents. Rich. Heady. Intoxicating.
“Don’t know why you still keep track of these things. It’s been centuries,” he mumbled, playing at sleepiness.
AU-- Immortality and vampirism.
BONUS
If you're curious to read more Colonization content, I'd recommend the Colonization HQ, as well as @lilydalexf's and @dashakay's recs (here and here, respectively.)
Collector's Edition: The Bitter and the Sweet of Immortality
Immortality is mostly tragic for one Dana Scully; but not without its sweet spots.
**Note**: I want to put in a special word for Deadcanon's "X-Tropy"-- just found it, it's incredible. Can't recommend enough.
Loose chronological order below~
@myassbrokethefall's Scully told Mulder (more as a joking aside than anything, of course) what Bruckman said to her and his eyes got big with delight
"Mulder, even IF he meant it literally, which -- "
"Why wouldn't he mean it literally? That thing he said about you ending up in bed with him, it wasn't what you expected but it did HAPPEN, but there's a lot less ambiguity in -- "
"Well, what about what he said about how you die?"
"Well. Uh, he wasn't. He wasn't saying that ABOUT me, he was just using it as an example. I think he was just trying to get me to shut up."
"Uh-huh."
Post-Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose Mulder clings to the immortality theory as years, then decades, roll by.
@leiascully's (Ao3) Xeranthemum
She’s intrigued, of course, and hopeful, and terrified. She can imagine outliving her mother, now, but she doesn’t want to. She can imagine outliving Mulder, though it makes her breath come short and her heart thud. She can’t imagine outliving everyone she’s ever known.
Scully mulls over the gifted curse of immortality.
Brandon D. Ray's (Gossamer, xffics) Cant Bear to Look (Gossamer)
He stands by my bedside and continues to speak to me in a low, lifeless voice.
He's telling me how sorry he is; he's telling me how miserable he feels about the whole thing; he's telling me how he feels he let me down. But the words are just flowing around me; I can barely hear them.
Because he's gray.
And that means he's going to die.
Tithonus Scully now sees the dying in black-and-white.
Namarie's (LJ, mulderscreek) The Quiet Limit of the World
"Do you remember the car accident a few weeks ago?" She meets his eyes again, and sees his puzzlement. This obviously was not what he was expecting.
"Of course." He opens his mouth to say more, but evidently decides against it.
Scully shifts her attention to her hands in her lap. "I didn't get a chance to mention to you that I'd cut myself when the car hit us. Nothing serious, and there were more important things to do at the time." She cannot make herself look at him now. "But when we got back to work, I went to check on the cut in the bathroom, and - it was gone. I mean completely gone, not just scabbed over. The only thing left was some dried blood on my sleeve."
AU-- Post-Tithonus Scully battles with depression over her fears of immortality (and failed IVF attempts.) Still, all hope is not lost.
Deadcanons's X-Tropy
“Scully?” a familiar voice said, full of gentle awe.
Scully’s eyes snapped open. The TV in the living room was on. Standing in front of it, haloed from behind by the bright light of the screen, was her partner. His soft face and tousled hair brought a familiarity that ached. His features were extreme in the TV’s backlight, but when Scully looked at him she knew instantly how absurd it was to think that she would ever forget him. She would recognize him anywhere: in shadow, in light, in a blade of grass, in a single shaking atom. If some cosmic force in the universe really wanted to make her forget, they would have no choice but to burn her brain out, to smash her body on a rocky cliffside, to throw her into an alien spaceship and suck her memories out on a drip. And even then, when the drugs wore off and she woke up in an unmarked hospital bed, the first thing out of her mouth would be to ask where Mulder was.
Scully came towards him, her exhaustion forgotten. “Mulder?”
She was about to fall into his arms. Then she just fell into him, instead. She went right through him.
AU-- This fic covers Scully's life after Mulder's untimely death: on the run from an alien bounty hunter, run-ins with Doggett and bat monsters and Reyes and ghost Mulders and witchy mediums, and the world-- more specifically, her apartment-- returning to normalcy after the meteors.
LieutenantDru's Monday Night: Dream and Dress Myself Like a Charcoal Sketch
Dana woke up from a nightmare about Mulder getting shot. She didn't like those nightmares. They happened a lot, in a variety of settings. Mulder took up enough of her waking hours, he didn't need to take her sleeping ones too.
Post-Monday Scully is not comforted by thoughts of immortality.
MargsLover's Make It Through Monday
"Are you suggesting that the entire earth reset... that time itself was altered and repeated- because of me? Because I am... immortal...?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." he says sheepishly.
AU-- Post-Monday Mulder helps Scully rationalize her fears (and more.)
@greekowl87's (Ao3) Fighting the Inevitable (Tumblr)
He coughed. Blood dribbled from the corner of his lip. “Scully, you are hurt.”
“Mulder, let me take care of you!” She snapped.
“Just keep pressure on it. Isn’t that right?” He coughed and blood trickled down his lip. She heard sirens in the distance. The back up they had called for. His eyes were glazed and tried to focus on her face. “Scully, I don’t…”
“What?”
“I don’t want to die.”
AU-- Post-Monday Scully is forced to share her immortality.
@shadequeenscully/IfMulderCouldSeeMeNow's Back in the Day is Now - Chapter 3
The paramedics storm through the door with a stretcher and he grips her hand tightly as she is hoisted up, an oxygen mask placed over her face.
“Scully, you have to relax,” he tries to reassure as they lift her into the ambulance. “You’re going to be okay.”
She shakes her head furiously, tears slipping from her eyes as she begs him to see.
Post-Milagro Scully panics over possible immortality.
Singing_Violin's Alive
When I came to, someone was looming over me, and I startled, only to realize, moments later, that it was just my partner.
My partner, who will die one day, and there will be nothing I can do to stop it. "Agent Scully is already in love," Padgett had said. And destined to lose that love forever.
Post-Milagro Scully breaks down.
ML/ML_is_me/ml_griffonnage's (site, Ao3)
Age Cannot Wither and Nor Custom Stale
Once her son knew the truth, Scully stopped trying to hide her unchanging face. They traveled the globe together, looking for answers. They never stayed long enough in a place for Scully's unchanging appearance to become a problem. She'd also learned a thing or two from the Gunmen about hiding her identity, though in the end she always went back to Scully. Always Scully. She wanted to be sure Mulder could find her, no matter what.
But though they found many things, and had many adventures, they never found the one thing they sought, and as far as she knows, no one ever sought them during that time.
When at last her son is gone and she is truly alone in the world, she goes on as best she can.
AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder is returned to Scully's Bellefleur, Oregon hospital hundreds of years later.
vulcanscully's Begin(e)n(d)ings
“I just…” she finishes, truthfully, because however many things she’s hidden from Mulder over the years she never could be openly dishonest with him. “I didn’t want to admit it myself.”
“What do we do?” His voice is that of a child—the believer rendered helpless in disbelief.
She leans over to take his hands. His tremble where hers are still. “We keep living,” she says, and while he takes it as a point of inspiration, of wisdom based on all they have been through together, she knows that it is her only option.
AU-- Post- MSIV Scully cuts out her chip, the source of her immortality, after the X-Files' legacy is created anew.
AU-- Scully may be immortal, but she can't stop the clock for her partner.
curiouscuriouscurious's the end of the longest day
“Scully, I know the secret that you intended to keep. You were immortal, weren’t you? Yet somehow, you found a way to… die or maybe death found you — the light, you saw it too.” He drops his head down to look at her hands and plays with her little frail-looking fingers. They are beautiful despite how how much they’ve aged. Scully is beautiful.
AU-- Post-MSIV Mulder passes on, knowing Scully isn't too far behind him.
WildwingSuz/Suzanne Feld's Fallen Leaves (Ao3)
I have been given a second chance.
And if there is a Heaven, as I still believe, I know Mulder’s smiling down on me.
AU-- Forty years after Mulder's death, a lonely Scully finds her son.
leslieknopedanascully's immortal
Just a few feet away, Scully’s granddaughter slept in the hospital bed. Her head was turned away from Scully, her messy hair—the same vibrant red Scully’s once was—covered her face. The memory of her granddaughter’s birth already felt nondescript, too similar to her current situation, too similar to every other birth she had witnessed, to stand as an independent memory. And in time, those congealed memories would fade away at the edges until there was nothing left but a nagging feeling that she couldn’t quite place.
AU-- Scully is there for the birth of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
@naraht/Naraht's (DW) Yet certain am I of the spot
As surely as I have inherited the universe, Mulder has inherited the kingdom of heaven.
AU-- Scully puts her lifetimes to good use.
@teethnbone's (Ao3)
One of few remaining photos
"Though Dr. Scully is a noted recluse and her exact whereabouts remain unknown, if she is alive today she remains the oldest living human being on record."
AU-- Scully holds one final press conference, then vanishes.
Das Ding
For the billionth time it occurs to her that he is the one who should have been made immortal. It’s easy to imagine: Fox Mulder and his Book of Sand. She can see him hunkered in that 20th century office, flipping page after page and finding each account more amazing then the last. The days waxing and waning with the same fixity of a pendulum’s swing, the seasons ebbing and flowing in a kind of slow, mesmeric torture, and through it all the tall, shambly shape of him behind the desk: dropping slides into the carousel and whistling lonesomely into the face of eternity. He could have lived one billion days on this planet, and still found something fascinating to poke at on his billionth and one...
“What does it feel like”, Amil had asked her once, years ago.
“Like a million year picnic and you’re the only one at the table,” she’d told him and Amil had nodded once and never asked again.
No, Scully thinks. She would never wish this on him.
AU-- Parallel worlds, lifetimes, immortality, and deep-sea mysteries.
@keatingscully's Torn Out Page
Grey hairs, wrinkles, and rocking chairs with the National Enquirer on his lap. "Monkey babies and UFOS," he'd rasp after a sip of tea and a coughing fit. He’d shake his head and gaze beyond the wooden porch railings with the chipped paint and rotten floor boards.
She would just watch him through round glasses, untouched from the harshness of time other than the long strand of grey hair he loved to tease her about as he ran it between trembling fingers. Little did he know that she had dyed it to make him feel better about his mortality.
AU-- Scully loses the memories most dear to her.
@lepus-arcticus's the after
Any semblance of Scully’s mortal vanity had long since dissolved, but there was nothing to be done about it–she would always be beautiful. She wore her copper hair cropped close to her head, and proud, tawny freckles lay spattered across her cheeks. Her eyes were still as blue as a new star.
AU-- Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully have achieved their own versions of immortality.
@scully-loves-ruthie's Fictober Day 20
“Well,” Scully offered between breathes as they came down the sloping side of what was once a lovely single-family home with, oh look at that, lovely rose China. She stepped over it feeling somehow pained at crushing it further. “It looks like our visit to the necromancer really paid off.” She took a long slug of her water jug as Mulder steadied her by the elbow the rest of the way down.
Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully are immortal, together.
Pale The Chicken's Seven More Days
I never realized that the world would look like this. Never. Everything is a hallow shell of brunt meat, children look like the paper dolls they used to play with. Now, us 'leftovers' will play the creators, make up the dolls in prom gowns and wedding dresses, we are the children, they are our toys.
AU-- Post-Colonization Scully survives an illness that rampaged the country, without her partner.
@this-is-surely-tru/yours_truly's Ashes to Ashes
The Word became flesh, and see! The home of God is among mortals. Does she still count? Does an undying wraith have any need for resurrection? Her lungs may still draw breath and her heart may still pump blood, but she’d testify that she knows death as well or better than anyone could.
AU-- Post-Colonization Scully and Biblical allegories as the world crumbles around her.
BONUS
@morewinepls's She was supposed to be immortal
The doctor said it was old age. That she died of natural causes. But he knows better, knows who’s the immortal one.
