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blackbird-brewster · 9 months

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Hiiiiii Kit I have been thinking more and more about sapphic CM/X-Files crossovers and how much I need some Scully/Lewis in my life. What do you think their ship name would be? And if you were going to write about them, what kind of fic would you write?

Also I’m very glad you came back to writing and that we’ve become such good friends this past year! ❤️❤️❤️

Waaaaaa, I love you Bex!!! Thanks for the ask. I'm so glad we're friends too!!!!

Honestly, ever since you mentioned this the other day I keep thinking about it toooooo. I'm such a slut for old-school OTP ship names vs pormanteau ship names. So might I suggest:

OTP: Two Good Doctors OTP: Tol and Smol (a classic) OTP: Be Gay Solve Crime OTP: Science Lesbians I'm sure we could workshop it. I'd LOVE a crossover where Lewis runs into Scully on the elevator at Quantico and they have a cute chat. Tara asks where Scully works and she's like 'Uhhh, in the basement' (presses basement button on elevator) Tara legit thinks this woman is doing a 'bit', because she's only been at Quantico a short time, and she's fairly sure no one works in the basement. (In this situation, Tara is an FBI psychologist -- non-BAU).

Time goes on, she has an appointment with a pair of agents who can't get along with each other. Honestly, she's s forensic psychologist, yet here she is being a middle-school counceler having to tell trained FBI agents to 'play nice'. And in walks elevator woman and some guy who looks like he hasn't slept in five years. (Remember how CM did the Mulder/Scully joke when the BAU was reassigned during the Barnes arc!?!?!? I've always wanted this fic) Tara learns the woman is name Dana Scully, Dr Dana Scully. The man is Fox Mulder. And turns out, they really do work in the basement.

Tara does her best to help them get through their conflict, apparently Mulder is kind of a loose canon, and Scully seems very level-headed. Tara ultimately asks 'why wouldn't you just transfer or get a new partner?' and Mulder/Scully laugh at the concept. Afterwards, Tara has Scully stay for a minute and she's like 'Look, I won't put it on the report but are you and him....together?" Scully gets instantly defensive about it, says something like, "We always have each other's backs." Tara shakes her head and says, "Yeah, but are you....dating...him??" "Why do you care?" Scully is absolutely missing the point here. "Because, I was hoping you were single...." Tara says. "Oh." "yeah." "Oh, right... well, yes, I'm single," Scully says. (With that cute little half-smile she gives Mulder when she thinks he's being annoyingly endearing) They'd be impossibly cute together with that nine inch height difference. I'd sob. Two very amazing badass FBI women, ugh, my heart!!!!! My two fave characters of all time, this is so overly specific to me.

BONUS MATERIAL: and old Emily/Scully crossover I wrote in 2016 [X]

Ghosts of the Past

When Scully went missing her mom had a head stone made. Which lead me to come up with the best AU/cross over ever…

For shits and gigs, Mulder had the head stone placed in the cemetery . (Because face it, he’s a child) Scully objected at first but secretly goes and visits once a year because it gives her some sort of inner peace.

Fast forward to 2012. Scully is on the metro on the way to visit her head stone for it’s 18th birthday (she brings a pile of scratch offs because it is now old enough to gamble.)

She strikes up conversation to the woman next to her. Scully feels like she’s seen the woman before but can’t quite place where.

Scully’s stop comes up and she’s surprised when the other woman stands to leave as well. They continue their conversation during the short walk to the cemetery.

The woman chuckles, “I guess we have more in common than we thought.”

Scully, panics, she definitely doesn’t want to admit to this attractive stranger that she is morbidly visiting her own grave. So she fakes a phone call and waves good bye to the other woman.

Once the coast is clear, Dana goes to her grave and does her yearly moment of silence to think about how her life has changed in those many years since the X-Files. She’s peacefully reflecting when a hand taps her on the shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m not follow you…it’s just…I never caught your name.” the smiling woman said.

Scully now had two options, either lie about her name and forgo the potential of getting to know this woman or telling the truth and hoping the woman wouldn’t notice the head stone she was sitting by.

“Dana,” she stuttered. “Dana Scully.”

The woman shook Scully’s hand happily and began to reply when she noticed the headstone. She read it aloud, “Dana Katherine Scully. 1964-1994…”

Scully sighed, expecting the woman to run screaming. (She knew Mulder would get a kick out of the who fiasco when she relayed the event later) But instead, the brunette burst into laughter.

“Come here,” she chuckled as she pulled Dana off the ground and lead her a few rows over.

The brunette pointed at the head stone in front of them, while wiping tears from her eyes from laughter.

“Emily Prentiss?” Dana read from the stone.

Emily held her hand out, “Nice to meet you.”

Emily explained that she worked for the FBI and had faked her own death but had been adamant about keeping the head stone. Scully doubled over with laughter and explained she too, was an FBI agent who had been prematurely marked as dead.

After that day the two became best friends and ended up dating.

#bex #reply post #my writing #tara lewis #dana scully #cm headcanon #crossover #anniversary asks

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shania-twain · 6 years

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The gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked. He hoped it would alert them of his presence but he also hoped it didn’t in case he panicked and needed to escape. He kept reminding himself he had to do it and carried on up the driveway. He kept his eyes straight ahead at his goal, the door, and didn’t allow them to wander. He knew the house was fairly big and possibly two stories and he briefly wondered with an unexpected pang in his chest if his parents had other children roaming the house, laughing as their mom rolled her blue eyes and told them to slow down and you’re going to hurt yourself and imagined their dad catching their kid or kids by the back of their shirt. Not so fast, he’d say before the kids could continue playing inside tag. Listen to your mother.

Jackson felt himself slow considerably. This was a very bad idea. He should definitely leave before he got caught.

But he was already almost to the front steps to the door and maybe they could just let him stay one night. Could he handle seeing them both staring at him? Could he handle the way they go about their routine, probably dinner, bath time for the kids and then tuck them in for bed? Would he care too much or not at all?

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock once. Just once. If they didn’t hear it then that meant he could leave.

The door opened seconds later, revealing an older man he had recognized from a far distance when lingering around the Chimera. This man was his father?

“Hey,” he said awkwardly, knowing he looked completely out of place. It was a warm day and he was in black jeans and a black shirt, his hair longer and in his face. He must’ve looked horrifying and like he hadn’t bathed in days. He almost laughed at himself.

The older man’s mouth hung open. Jackson waited for him to say something but nothing came out.

Then, “Scully?”

An immediate reply from somewhere in the house. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Jackson rocked back on his heels, anticipating seeing his birth mother’s face again. He wanted to say something to his birth father and wished he would say something to him instead but he just continued to stare at him in disbelief.

When Scully approached them, her expressive eyes widened and his heart squeezed at her whisper, “Jackson.”

“Hi,” he whispered back and they all three stood there, not a sound, not a move.

Jackson wanted to walk away, say this was a mistake and turn and not look back. He wanted to stay. He wanted a bed again. He wanted a nice, warm shower again. He wanted the comfort of his mother’s touch and his father’s faith.

“Room for one more?” He joked weakly.

These...strangers stared at him. Scully, her eyes filling with tears, stepped toward him. She was getting closer into his space and he never noticed that he held his breath as she brought her arms around him, tightly, his arms stiff at his sides.

He didn’t expect this at all, the woman he had met for only half an hour or so seemed stoic and non affectionate. But she was here and her small arms wrapped around his neck to his back, her hands holding his head to her and her tears, he noticed, leaking onto his shoulder.

“You came back,” he heard her emotional voice right in his ear and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat at her words. Did she mean came back as in the last time he saw her? Or came back into her life?

He didn’t ask or say anything but she wasn’t budging and it felt nice, different than his mom’s hugs but warm nonetheless and he craved it so his arms went around her too and he looked over at his biological father who was watching them with red rimmed eyes.

Scully finally decided to let him go and when she pulled away, gave him a huge, dazzling smile and Jackson couldn’t believe it was the first time he had seen her do that. He found himself smiling back.

His eyes locked with Mulder’s again and he squared his shoulders at the tall man, holding his hand out. “I’m Jackson, sir. It’s nice to meet you.”

Mulder had been taken out of his trance and shook his head, taking the boys hand and shaking it firmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you again, Jackson.”

When his father nervously smiled at him, Jackson felt his fear melt away. He seemed less intimidating now.

“Do you have any clothes with you, Jackson?” Scully chimed in.

“No, I - they’re all dirty, the ones I have,” he blushed.

“That’s alright,” she smiled reassuringly at him, “I can wash them for you. Why don’t you come inside? Are you hungry?”

Later that evening, while Jackson unpacked what little he had in his backpack, he sighed, rolling his shoulders back and forth to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t have much in his bag: a toothbrush, a comb, one snow globe he had snatched from a gas station somewhere in Pennsylvania. He heard a knock at the door.

It was Mulder.

During dinner, it was awkward and silent. Mulder had told him to call him by his last name and for a moment Jackson pondered if he wanted to keep it strictly formal between the two but then Mulder had reassured him by telling him he preferred to be called by his last name, nudging the woman next to him teasingly, “right, Scully?”

Jackson wanted to say things, to ask things, to tell them why he was there, but he didn’t. He felt a strange twinge of relief when he realized they had no other children and wondered for a moment if they were still together. Their actions toward each other did not give much away, they were drifting around the kitchen getting dinner ready, their movements fluid and quick, avoiding bumping into one another. It was comforting to see them move about with ease, as if this situation they were currently in was a part of their everyday lives.

“Just checking to see if you need anything,” the man said.

“No,” his voice came out scratchy from not speaking for a while and he cleared it, saying again, “no, I’m good.”

“Ok,” the older man said, backing away to make his exit. Jackson could tell he wanted to say more but made the decision not to. He wondered if he got the inability to communicate his thoughts and feelings from his biological parents. “We’re right down the hall.”

Jackson nodded, the confirmation that the two were still together made him feel another wave of relief that his real mother had indeed always had someone there for her.

Before he could leave the room, Mulder felt a hand on his back and he turned to see Scully, her eyes worried. Always worrying, he thought. “Is everything ok?” she asked, her arm holding a stack of Jackson’s now clean clothes. Mulder placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as he slipped past her. “Everything’s fine, Scully. I’m going to get changed.” He placed a kiss on the side of her head and Scully whispered something to him and entered the room, throwing a small smile at her estranged son.

She held out the bundle of clothes to him. “Here you go. Tomorrow we can go shopping for more clothes, if you’d like.”

He hasn’t clarified that he was going to stay longer than a night. He wanted to tell her not to assume that he would be staying longer but the look in her eyes made him keep his mouth shut. They hadn’t talked much at all during dinner but Jackson did tell them that he was tired of running.

“You don’t have to run anymore,” Mulder had told him, a fierce glint in his eyes, “we can protect you.”

Jackson caught the blue eyes looking at him and they shared a look as they both remembered past words of their secret meeting. Jackson wasn’t sure if Scully has told Mulder that met up once at a diner but he wasn’t going to mention it.

Jackson picked up his drink, saying, “I’ll think about it.” And took a sip while Mulder and Scully shared a worried, hopeful look.

“Thanks,” Jackson took the clothes from her hands.

Scully bit her lip, hesitating. “I...I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but-“ another pause as her son looked up at her curiously, “I’m happy you’re here. It means a lot to us, you have no idea.”

Jackson felt vexed by her words. They put this pressure on him and made him feel like they expected something more of him. Perhaps they did as Scully once told him she wanted to give him his best chance at a better life. But her hopeful, joyful words crushed him to pieces and he felt he would be nothing but a huge disappointment to them both.

You don’t know me, he thought to the elated woman before him, I’m nothing special.

“I wasn’t able to have children,” Dana muttered suddenly, “I tried and it failed and - your father told me not to give up. You were our miracle.”

Jackson took this in with a sharp inhale. He never knew that. Although he supposed there was a lot he didn’t know.

“I didn’t know that,” he just said.

“I don’t know why I told you,” Scully said then, “I guess I just wanted you to know that you’re important and you’re special and you were and have always been thought of, despite my attempts to wipe all thoughts of you out of my mind. It was too painful most of the time,” her last sentence came out in a whisper.

Jackson’s heart swelled with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe yet for this woman he hardly knew. Emotions swirled relentlessly inside him and he struggled to keep up with them all. Guilt, fear, worry, and most of all, gratification at being accepted, validated. These people who gave him away still obviously cared and had wanted him. He spent his early teen years full of resentment thinking he was not wanted, despite his parents empty protests. It was incredibly satisfying to know that was not the case.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he found himself saying.

Scully would have laughed but it got stuck in her throat and tears leaked from her eyes. “You’re sorry?” She scoffed, “I’m sorry.”

“How about we not spend our time being sorry for things in the past?” A voice behind her said. It was Mulder again and he was dressed to go to bed. White shirt, plaid pants, thick reading glasses on his face.

Scully raised an eyebrow at him. “How long have you been standing there, nosey?”

Mulder held his hands up in mock surrender. “I just got here I swear.”

Scully rolled her eyes and Jackson watched as he put a gentle hand on the small of her back.

“Come on, let the kid get some sleep,” Mulder told her.

Scully looked guilty now at the thought of keeping Jackson awake but Jackson shook his head.

“It’s ok, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She looked happy at that and before turning to leave the room, came up to him. She wanted to hug him again but he still sat on the bed so she put her hand on his cheek, rubbing his face with her thumb.

Jackson felt himself lean into the touch, thinking again about his mom and dad and how much he missed them.

It’s as if Scully read his mind again and she gave him that soft smile she had given him before when she told him she’ll always worry about him and bent down to kiss his head. “We will talk tomorrow,” she said, smoothing his cheek with her thumb again, “everything will be ok. Promise.”

Jackson nodded and watched as they left the room, falling back onto the bed. He wasn’t sure if he was going to stay yet and if he would stay he wasn’t sure for how long. His future was so unclear to him now and he had no idea how to go about his life but he supposed sleeping in a regular bed again was a good start. Perhaps he was home now.

#mulder + scully + loving each other + their smol son #happy xf day #dana scully #fox mulder #william scully #jackson van de kamp #txf #the x files #the x-files #pf:txf

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