#txf 8

[leonardbetts]

Mulder and Scully’s Married™ Moments for @impulsive-astrophile 

[spookytheory]

Okay but I do love how Scully is fully just like "I am a medical doctor about to perform an unauthorized procedure on a body. The subject is a caucasian male. Age, uh... I don't remember at this particular time. His height is about six feet and his weight is quite possibly subject to change" and just starts slicing and dicing.

Season 8 and she is so done with this shit

[kendallroysco]

“the answer is yes...”

[autisticfoxmulders]

the Scully and Skinner hug in “this is not happening” got to me, ok??

[gay-for-scully]

Doggett investigating Mulder's apartment but still stopping to feed the fish has a strangely himbo vibe

[evastratt]

do you ever think about how Mulder was the last of his immediate family to die (quote unquote) so the responsibility of writing his obituary most likely fell to Scully and how she probably deliberated over what to include in it in re: his career and his passion for the truth and his persevering love for Samantha despite knowing that it would be impossible to even come close to adequately describing him and that other people just wouldn’t understand

[kittyspring-creates]

since I couldn’t get it out of my head here’s season 8-11 as Scullys fever dream. posted to my ao3 as well, will do a second chapter

She ran, she ran and she ran. Playing catch up with the events unfolding in her path. A trip to origin, investigating abductions. Just like her first ever case with her long standing partner. Coming full circle with the investigations leading them both to the start. To where she first grew to trust and understand the man on the x files paranoia. They ran through the familiar forest in search of aliens or bodies left behind. Only for her to get sick and her partner taken away aboard the very saucer he always sought.

She cried as she was left in the hospital with the news, knowing it was going to be the outcome. What she didn't anticipate was her sickness being brought upon by a growing life form inside her. A miracle she could not share. A joy she was promised would never be hers. Despite the surprise she was unable to be at peace. With her partner lost to the sky she ran. Chasing him with strangers and her superior. Till he was found, dead and lost in the dirt. Her heart dropping and her lungs burning with her despair. She blinked as the tears ran down her cheeks. Only to open them to a funeral where she held a fist full of dirt. She knew who was there, in the ground. Being sent away to the maggots.

As she turned to run from her superior who offered his comfort she turned into a sterile hall way. Being told by these strangers that her partner was alive and in stasis. The drama that fallowed consumed her and her growing stomach. Where she stood barely showing she now had a visible bump. The man she chased pressing his hand to her softly. Smiling at how the fetus reacted to his warmth. She couldn't help her own grin at seeing him. Alive and well. Despite what they had been through, together again with her growing baby.

She still ran, far away with a woman. Where she ended up in a ghost town, surrounded by anomalies she could only describe as super solders. Giving birth to an alien hybrid, unable to stop any of them if they tried anything. But once the pain was over, the deed done and the peachy skinned baby washed. They all left. Leaving behind a very tired woman and her newly arrived partner. The man stayed by her side, caring for them both from the ghost town to the familiar apartment. Professing to her as she settled that the real truth they needed to admit was a desire for one another. Wordlessly she agreed, taking his breath away as they kissed. She chuckled with such emotion, portraying her overwhelming bliss. Staring at his all consuming twinkle in his eye as he held their baby.  

The feeling ripped away as she power walked through her apartment. Strangers coming and going as her mother visited often. Her partner no longer around. Her reasoning being it was to dangerous for both him and her son to be in the same place. So she sent him away. Wishing everyday she hadn't. The sorrow making her more aggressive then she could ever remember being. Till she had nearly killed a man to protect what was hers. Strangers stopping her from going to far every time. Except when she let the wrong person near her baby and had to give him up. Her arms no longer safe for him if he was no longer able to protect himself. If he was no longer alien. Her head spun as she was left alone. Opening her teary eyes to a visitation room where the only person who could make it all better stood. Speaking with false clarity.

Once alone he finally held her, kissed her the way she needed, he needed. Then told their superior everything. A trial was held for his execution. She couldn't bare playing catch up as more strangers spoke for him. Guilty was their verdict as she knew it would be from the start. And she ran, she ran with him to Mexico. Meeting their long standing enemy and watching the area burn up with acting conspiracy.

Her lungs burned and her face ached. But she pressed on. Hiding this man she loved and needed like air under her name and purchases. Buying a house somewhere no one would look for her and creating a room just for him. He sat inside for years, driven by the news and conspiracy's he kept seeing. Connecting in his den as she struggled to stay with their beloved bureau. Eventually leaving to peruse medicine. Finally a sense of peace she rejoiced. Feeling whole despite the ache she felt for her lost son. Till a woman called her and tore her world apart.

The institution forgiving her house mate for the fake crimes he was charged with and asking for his help on a case. An old darkness arose in their lives and she felt her lungs burn as she ran in two directions. One away from the FBI life and the other in the direction of Fox Mulder. Her faith and relationship challenged with his stubbornness and acceptance of a darkness she had long been without. She drove away from their shared home, still feeling his goodbye kiss on her lips. Their fight playing out in her head as her decision settled in. She sobbed at the wheel, leaving him behind with the fallowing horrors. Never to return. Never to feel his arms around her or his husky voice teasing her in the middle of the night. Her world felt crushing as she tried to breath. Finding it hard as she drove down the path.

Her car stopping at the front of the bureau. She stepped out in her dark heels. Her now long, fading hair swaying in precision curls. Her plump face showing only length with years of fluctuating weight. She turned her head, unable to stop the smile that plucked at her wrinkled face. Each line showing a moment of suppressed joy behind it. Walking towards her was the most beautiful thing she thought. A plumper scruffy man she knew as her long standing partner. Both in work and in life. After years they returned to their old life. Working the x files. She returned to her usual autopsies and he strutted in the room. Blabbing his wild theories she loved to debunk till their was a sliver of science for her to latch onto and elaborate on. She adored it, but her heart ached. Wanting to let her self love him again. Now that they shared the darkness she so feared their was one thing stopping her. Her own cowards, guilt at what she had done to them. Giving up their son and running away from him.

Their files became obscure to her, the bodies not looking right. The facts not adding up like they use to. Lizard people, Langly ai, Physic multiple personalities, technology hunting them till they rated and tipped them for their job, witches. She was at a loss of the facts. Her reports looking like symbols rather then words. Her sights becoming more mangled as she envision the future. Her head on fire as improbable things played out in her mind. All leading to her lost son and a man long thought dead. The conspiracies' becoming global as her desperation for her two boys grew. Her need for her son, the importance of him in the scenario. Saving her long standing partner from the coming sickness, from his proclaimed father. She ran, hurt and bleeding she ran after them. Wanting to save them both, ignoring what new strangers were telling her. Doctors, FBI officials, Third party intelligence. She ran, her heart beat to loud to absorbed what her superiors tried to tell her about her son. Denying that he could ever be the by product of her and her long standing enemy.

She chased after her beloved, slowly realizing what was actually done. Her dna only matched because of her own anomaly. That despite the birth the boy was not hers. She was only an incubator, carrying something created in a lab. That she now carried an actual miracle, a by product of her and the man she could never live without. As she told him all this he held her. Baffled as she was by the obscurity of it all. He pressed his arms to her back and she felt her self crash against him like waves. Her lungs burning from all her running as her cheeks stung. She wanted to close her eyes and rest. So tired from the journey. But if she did where would she be.

The feeling of his arms slowly faded and she wondered if he was letting her go. "Scully" she heard. But it wasn't from his aged voice. His tired tone from the travel they endured. She took in a deep breath, finding she needed it. Her lungs filled and the burning subsided. She blinked, letting her eyes stay closed longer then needed. Her skin stung and fresh droplets formed from the pain.

She felt a slight tap on her cheek and opened her eyes. She looked out of a car dashboard. Noting a dark street and a white house with one light on in the top window. Confusion filled her as she thought where the dock was that she stood upon moments ago. She batted her lashes, taking in the sight before her. She took in a deep breath as she involuntary stretched her arms down. She straightened her back and turned her head. Feeling the faintest crack in her neck. Her short strawberry blond hair swayed with the motion, covering her ears as it framed her face. Her vision landed on the man in the drivers seat. A tall brunette watched her, smirking in a dorky way rather then malicious. The twinkle in his darkened eyes prominent in the dim light. She stared back at him, confused by his youthful features. No longer displaying years of experience and a long standing tiredness. But boyish excitement and an ambition unmatched. "Hey sleeping beauty, have a nice nap" he teased. Keeping his voice low.

The woman sat back in her position half supported by the back of her seat and the door. "Mulder" she questioned. Hearing her own saucy voice speaking. Carrying only confusion and grogginess. She looked around at the street, trying to remember what they were doing. Slowly it came back to her as the dream faded from her conscious. She blinked at the white house they were hidden from. Remembering that they were staking the place out like their superior asked them to. Skinner. He had a few agents on the case but felt it played to their expertise. She groaned as she stretched again. "Oh I had the weirdest dream" she spoke. A yawn forcing her to cover her mouth till it was gone. "Really, care to elaborate" the man asked her. Unannoyed by her passing out and being left with his own company for who knows how long.

She swallowed as her jaw closed, feeling how tight all her muscles had been from her tense slumber. The woman blinked at the scenery outside. Her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth with her reluctance to speak. The more she was awake the less she could recall of the scenario she had conjured. But one thing stuck out. The back and forth she experienced with her partner. Having what she presumed was his baby and loving him for years. Kissing him and exploring him in every way. She swallowed as her heart beat picked up. Awakening her further with adrenalin and embarrassment. She couldn't look at him as the false memories played in her head. The handsome man holding the one thing she's wanted since before she joined the FBI. Telling her his truth was loving her and capturing his plump lips with hers. Even now she could almost feel the way he quivered under her touch, so desperate for her as she was for him in that moment. "Scully" he called out to her. Waiting for her answer as he tapped the stirring wheel. She took a deep breath, her lungs aching like she had truly been running. She raised her brow a little, almost at a loss for words to explain the fantasy. "Uh I dreamt a lot of things. Aliens, abductions, conspiracy's, super solders, lizards uh" she tried to recall. Her mind chasing after each experience. Resulting in a growing pain in the front of her brain. She could tell the man was trying not to laugh beside her. A blur of brown moving in her peripheral vision. Indicating he had moved his hand over his mouth to stop himself from out wordily laughing. She closed her eyes for a moment as he chuckled. She'd be amused to if her head wasn't swimming.

As she looked out into the darkness, seeing only a small light from the perpetrators house. She was consumed by the false moments she had with her imaginary baby. The pain she felt when giving him up filled her present. Despite him not being real or hers. She still felt the ache to hold him in her arms. The need so strong it convinced her muscles to mimic the feeling of a baby in her arms. She swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. Her companions smile falling instantly as he observed her changed demeanor. From sleepy to haunted as she stared out the dashboard without seeing the house they hid from. "A baby...I-I was pregnant a-and I had a baby" she clasped her teeth shut. Waiting till her voice steadied before she thought about speaking again. Instantly the mans hand reached for hers. Sliding slowly to where it laid flat on her clothed leg. He covered her knuckles with his palm. She took in a shaky breath at the feeling of his warmth. Cursing herself for being so vulnerable. For being so upset about something she never had.

She breathed in deeply then sat up. She turned to face the dashboard instead of just looking at it, causing his hand to slide away from hers. He sat back, taking it as a sign she didn't want to be comforted. And she didn't, not for something that wasn't real. Something that could never happen. A pain she would never really know outside of this bizarre dream. As she tried to reason with her self a nagging feeling spread from her now formed headache. The overwhelming realness of her experiences prompting her to decide something ridiculous. "I need a blood test" she blurted before thinking. An anxiousness filling her. Mirrored by her partners worry. He sat up straight, causing her to look at the light in the house rather then the bushes at the base. "What for" he wondered, his amusement long gone. She couldn't answer. Couldn't explain how much the dream had freaked her out. Pushing her to look inside herself for any signs it was real. Needing to search for alien DNA and evidence of a pregnancy as a result of the logic displayed in her subconscious. How absurd it was, even more so if she had to say it.

Luckily if not unlucky she noticed shadows roaming in the light. Fast moving silhouettes then the sudden absents of light. She moved to grab her gun in her holster. "There was movement, a woman" she told as she reached for the door handle. He unlocked the car and fallowed her into action. Carrying out their job as they have done time and time again. Hurrying to protect who ever was inside from the owner.  

[spookytheory]

Leyla Harrison is like "I begged for this assignment. I worked in accounting. I saw Agents Mulder and Scully's travel expenses. I saw every filthy purchase that night Assistant Director Skinner gave them a Bureau credit card. I was just a desk away when Agent Mulder suggested he and Agent Scully share a room during cases. I know the X-Files, Agent Doggett inside 😉 and out 😘 and I'm just so excited to be a part of this 😍 Aren't you?"