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@everlarkficquestions (there seems to be some problem and tumblr isnt letting me 'ask' people so...)
Hi! I noticed you put an asterisk after some author names in the masterlists. What are those for? Are those for you? or some indication for us?
and...is there a pilot, steward, co-pilot or mile high club everlark fic you know of? Thanks and have a great day :D
Editor’s Pick Wednesday
This little snippet of a fic is half pre-series mytharc and half Pilot-fic, and as such is a brilliant little story that Chris Carter himself would likely have be proud of.
When writing a story that’s set so early in the series, it’s hard to contextualize the far-reaching conspiracy we were presented with by, say Season 5, especially given how much of what we came to learn was given to us in dribs and drabs over the course of so many years and none of it was ever really considered to be endgame. An endgame, in fact, was never really in the back of anyone’s mind so early, we don’t think. Such is the show we were given, however, and so a fic like tonight’s is a balm for what ails us.
So we’d like to offer up a desultory cheers this evening to the finely woven tapestry of the show that might have been had we the many threads presented to us over the course of the show been woven together as only fic writers can do.
Title: Untold
Author: Melymbrosia
Rating: G
Length: 1K / 700+ Word Count
Synopsis: "Double-blinds, triple-blinds, codes instead of names, codes instead of the details of procedures or drugs. Dr. Carne-Sayres has assured her bosses that the lab assistants will have no idea what projects and experiments produced the blood tests and organic compounds they're analyzing, and that this will not, in fact, even seem strange to them. The old men ask if it can't all be done by computer instead; they have what Bonita Carne-Sayres privately considers a charmingly naive faith in computer security, possibly because they think of it as half magic, half obfuscation. No, she says, and again no, and finally they give in. Medical research, it seems, requires a larger budget and a more select staff than mere conspiracy. "
Spoilers: Through S6
Possible Triggers: None we’re aware of
Editor’s Pick Wednesday
This is just a quick and interesting take on what might’ve happened during those missing nine minutes that Mulder and Scully inexplicably lost in the pilot. It’s part time travel AU and part flickfic, peppered with speculation and just an intriguing idea.
How might this have affected pilot!Scully to have seen what she sees as this fic writer imagines? It’s an interesting question...and well worth a read.
Title: 9 Minutes
Author: mad martha
Rating: PG
Length: 9K/4,000+ Words
Synopsis: So what *did* happen during those nine missing minutes? Just a very minor contribution to the movie-fic archives ....
Spoilers: The Pilot/Fight The Future
Trigger Warnings: None we’re aware of
Ten out of Ten: Pilot Fic
I knew I’d written a Pilot fic, but I’m terrible at remembering the names of any fics, let alone my own. I missed the anniversary yesterday because of...life, but here’s my contribution.
She’s been eager from the get-go, running on the fuel of naivety and the need to please. She’s tired, though. He can see the smudges under her eyes, even through the make-up. He sees the mole too and wonders why she covers it. Well, he doesn’t wonder. He knows. Dana Scully has a point to prove. To them, to him. And at the moment, she’s scoring about an eight out of ten. But he won’t let her know that. Not yet.
She’s eating a burger, matching him calorie for calorie. She’s popping fries in her mouth and talking when she’s finished chewing. Running over the details of the case. The mysterious object inserted in Ray Soames’ nasal cavity. The dead kids. She’s yammering on and on and there’s a napkin between her fingers that she’s rubbed a ragged hole in. He takes a breath to talk but she starts again, running through possibilities. Probabilities. Anything that disproves his early theory.
“Scully,” he says, as she takes a sip from her soda. She blinks, a tiny gesture of recognition that she’s been talking a lot. He wants to smile and say thank you but there’s already a flush forming on her neck and cheeks.
“Have you ever seen the Indiana Jones movies?”
“What?” Her glass makes a clunk as it lands against the table top too quickly.
He sees her trying to calculate where he’s going with this. She’s always thinking, strategising. And he loves that about her. Nine out of ten. “Raiders of the Lost Ark, Temple of Doom.”
She blinks again, pushes a slice of tomato around her plate. “Handsome archaeologist runs around the world rescuing artefacts and pretty women? Yes. Highly questionable ethics and improbable plot lines…”
“I carry a whip with me, wherever I go,” he says, raising his hand to catch the waitresses’ attention. From the corner of his eye, he sees the blush deepen and the tomato slip from the side of the plate. She picks it up with a napkin and crumples it on her plate. The waitress snaps her gum and leans over him, affording him a good look at her ample cleavage. He uses the moment to let out the chuckle he’s been holding and Scully’s sharp exhale is loud enough to earn her a mumbled curse from the waitress.
“Can we see the dessert menu? My friend here loves chilled monkey brains. Do you have something similar?”
The waitress jabs her pencil on her pad and grimaces. “We got ice cream. I can add an extra squeeze of strawberry syrup if your friend likes.”
Mulder laughs out loud as the waitress walks away. Scully rolls her eyes. The silence isn’t as uncomfortable as he expects as Scully starts to giggle.
“Spielberg is the master manipulator of emotions,” she says, lifting her gaze to his. Her skin is pale again. Her breathing even. She’s sitting upright, chin slightly forward. “One of my favourite movie scenes is the one in Jaws where Brody, Quint and Hooper are comparing scars and wounds. It’s such a show of masculine one-up-manship and yet they bond at that moment, find their common ground.” She offers him a small smile. “It’s the beginning of what could have been a great relationship.”
Ten out of ten.
He walks her back to her motel room. She stands in the doorway and says she’s going to study the X Rays of Soames. He lies on his bed awhile thinking. But he’s too wired for sleep. He pulls on his track pants and a puts his baseball cap on. He knocks at her door and turns the cap round.