the mulder scully experience will be the name of my band

Walking the Tightrope

Scully and Ethan are together. But for how long? Post Deep Throat.

Tagging @today-in-fic. Need to catch up? Read Part One 

Part Two 

 He looked a whole lot better than he had when he got into the car. She’d been scared. Her heart thumping and bleeding a little for this little-boy-lost. He had no idea what had happened to him at Ellens Airbase and it had frightened him. For a man who’d spent so many years trying to remember leading up to the disappearance of his sister, losing more memories would have to be a cut too deep. The worst part was that he knew he had been close. She knew he’d been close. Not that her report would reflect that. It couldn’t. For her sake and for his.

                She found him running circuits of the track. The sun was high and he was sweaty in his ratty gear, but the bewildered expression and fearful voice had gone.

                “Joining me for a work out, Scully? I’ve always wondered how you learned to run in high heels.”

                She followed his gaze down her legs to her feet and felt her skin flush slightly.

“You men don’t know you’re born,” she replied. “You try fitting a weapon and flashlight in the suits they cut for the female form. Most of them don’t even have pockets. Then you add a handbag and high heels to the equation and it’s no wonder most female agents are fitter and more resourceful than their male counterparts.”

               He smirked. “On what do you base that finding, Dr Scully?”


                His eyebrows raised. “Is that all you got?”

                She folded her arms. “You mean I need more? You don’t seem to require any evidence to hang your theories off.”

                His jaw flexed and he straightened up. She held her ground. He looked around, eyeing off the stand in the distance. He turned back to her. She’d overstepped the mark. She clenched her fists.

Then he grinned and put his hands on her shoulders. “Two cases in, Scully, and you’ve already got me cracked.”

              She rocked back on her heels and smiled. She missed the weight of his hands on her shoulders as soon as he removed them. She loved this softer side of him. He was so intense, so committed to the job most of the time, that seeing him as a human being with a sense of humour, was easy to overlook.  He pulled his foot up behind him, stretching his quads and she watched the beads of sweat drip down his face. She really should do more running but the case load had been full on and Ethan had been demanding all of her downtime. Still, her body tingled with the need to let off the nervous energy those cases had filled her with and she resolved to give Ethan a call and cancel their plans for the weekend. She would indulge in two days of jogging and gym work.

“Who was that you were talking to?” she asked as Mulder walked to where he’d slung his bag. He pulled a water bottle from the depths and swigged it. Fascinated by the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, she realised she was staring, only when he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave her a look.

“The older man, grey curly hair. Suit.” She was scurrying behind him and that nervous energy was now building into a bubble of anger. Why was he denying the meeting?

“I was running, Scully.”

“I saw you, Mulder,” she said, finally getting level with him.

He looked down at her, eyes narrow. “Is that all you got?”

She rang Ethan and agreed to a dinner on Saturday night. He got drunk on the house red and she drove him home. He insisted she come in for coffee but she wasn’t in the mood to listen to his whining about how the female producers got all the best jobs because the industry was looking to equality.

              “It’s hardly equality when there’s a quota to fill,” he said, slurring and lunging towards her. “I mean, you don’t see this sort of thing in the FBI, do you?”

              “You mean giving women a chance to prove that they’re just as capable as men despite never even getting to the interview in this boy’s club world we still live in?”


              “What?” she said, pouring him another coffee. “It’s true, Ethan. Women have to fight every inch of the way just stay even while men call up their buddies and walk into a job they have no business being doing. There are men at the Bureau who should have been put out to pasture decades ago. There were plenty of capable women at the Academy. At least with quotas there’s a strong chance that future generations of women will simply be able to take up the opportunities presented to them, they’ll be inspired by those of us already paving the way.”

              He laughed. Not like Mulder, whose gentle chuckles were often a signal that he agreed with her sentiments. Ethan actually laughed as though what she was saying was funny. “Dana, you sound like some radical feminist.”

              She poured the rest of her coffee down the sink.  “I’m tired, “ she said. “I’m going home.”

              He lunged at her, grabbing her arm and pulling him to her. “Stay, Dana. It’s been weeks since you’ve…”

              She shifted in his grasp. “I’ve been busy, Ethan. And I said I’m tired. I’ll call you.”

              He pulled her closer and kissed her, and all she could taste was bitter coffee and stale alcohol. She pushed him away and wiped her mouth.

              “What is wrong with you, Dana?”

              She picked up her jacket and went to leave. “Maybe I’m just tired of being taken for granted.”

              He rushed after her, putting himself between her and the door. “I don’t take you for granted, Dana. I love you. I thought you loved me too.”

His voice cracked and she thought for one helpless moment that he was going to cry. She thought of Mulder’s bewilderment, his utter confusion outside that base and felt a pang of guilt that her own boyfriend’s emotional outpouring left her cold, while her new partner’s wilfully inflicted situation had her welling with sympathy.

“I’ve got to go, Ethan,” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

              “I do love you, Dana.” He held onto her hand, gripping it until her fingers turned white.

              “I know,” she said.

She tossed and turned and fell asleep as a grey dawn cracked open the sky. Sunday morning lie-ins surrounded by the papers and toast crumbs seemed a world away as the irritating buzz of her cell phone woke her.

              “Mulder? What’s the matter?”

              He arrived less than forty minutes later, a bag of bagels in his hand. “I owe you an apology, Scully.”

              She pulled the tie of her robe tighter and flicked on the jug. “Why? What have you done this time?”

              He chuckled. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you. And that’s not fair. You’re my partner and you are entitled to be treated as an equal.”

              Turning round to face him, she saw that familiar expression he had, the one where he bared himself, opened himself up. She’d seen it in Bellefleur, at the motel. And again on the way back from Ellens Airbase. Fox Mulder might be capable of hiding things away, but when he wanted to let them out, you couldn’t resist listening.

              “So I did see you with a man the other day.”

              He nodded. “I’m sorry. I thought I was protecting him. My source. But if I protect him, where does that leave you?”

              She took two teabags from the box and dropped them into two mugs. “On the outside,” she said. That seemed to be her life at the moment. Watching it all unfold from a safe distance.

              “And I don’t want that for you,” he said. “I want us to be equals, in every way.”

              She laughed but shook her head. “I think you need to have a word with my boyfriend.”

              Mulder sank back against the bench top. “Trouble in the Garden of Eden?”

              “Ethan. His name is Ethan.”

              “I’m sorry, Scully. The job can really mess around with relationships.”

              She poured the tea. “Oh, I know that, Mulder. But something tells me it’s not just the job that’s getting in the way.”

              His face relaxed again, offering her the chance to talk.

              “But it’s nothing to do with you, so I won’t bore you with the details.”

              “Hey, partner. I’m here for the details. I love the details. I’m a details man,” he took a sip of tea and she couldn’t help but notice his mouth, his full lips. The way he smiled so easily when he wanted to.

              “Well, details man, why don’t you let me know what the next case is and I’ll figure out what I’m going to do with my Garden of Eden.”

              “I have some advice, if you’re willing to take it?”

              She folded her arms. “Go on.”

              “Don’t give in to temptation.” He grinned at his own joke and she couldn’t help but giggle.

              “Is that all you got?”

              “You want more?”

              “I thought you were a details man, Mulder.” She was laughing now, blowing steam off her mug as she did. She felt her body soften. She loved this bantering.

              “Really, Scully, if you need to sort things out with Ethan, you need to do it. A clean break. Rip off the band-aid.”

              She put the mug down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You seem to know a lot about the state of my relationship, Mulder.”

              He sighed. “I’ve learned a bit about you, Scully, in the time we’ve known each other. And you seem out of sorts. I know you are very single-minded and focussed but if you let something like this fester it can wedge itself in your mind and take away your focus.”

              “Voice of experience?”

              He chuckled again. “Something like that.”

              “But you’re wedded to your work, Mulder. No time for anything else. Me? I want a life.”

              His voice dropped and he stepped closer to her, looming over her until she could smell his cologne. He bent forward and put the mug in the sink, his arm brushing hers. He stayed there as he spoke, almost a whisper. “And I want a partner who’s clear about what she wants.”

              Her throat was so dry the noise of her swallowing filled the space between them. Her arms and legs felt heavy and useless. He was fucking right. And she knew what she had to do.

              “You know what you have to do, Scully. You just need to do it.”

              He finally moved back and there was a brightness invading her space now. She sighed and felt the prickle of tears at her eyes. She wouldn’t give in. Shouldn’t. She turned to the sink and ran the water as she sniffed. She didn’t hear him return. His hands massaged the gristles in her shoulders and she let him for a while.

              “You need to relieve this tension, Scully. You’re holding it all in here.” His knuckles  kneaded a hard knot and she gasped, turning to face him. His face was inches from hers and he was half-smiling. His stubble gave him a harder edge and she pressed herself harder against the bench, the damp soaking into her robe.

              “I just feel like a shit, dumping him so soon after starting a new job. And for no real reason.”

              Mulder shrugged. “You need a reason?”

              She nodded. “It makes things easier.”

              He bent forward, took her face in his large, warm hands and kissed her. Gentle at first, then with more urgency. She couldn’t breathe. His fingers brushed her cheeks and he was so tender, so genuine that she couldn’t think. When he let her go, stepped back and rolled his lips together, like he was enjoying he aftertaste of her, she blushed hot. He waited a beat, seeming to enjoy her discomfort.

              “Is that enough of a reason?” he asked, his voice threaded.

              She flexed her shaking fingers and looked up at him. “Is that all you got?”

Tagged by: @wyrd66 

Name: April
Nickname: Various renditions of real name with omitted letters, or variations of “pallanoph” online.
Zodiac sign: Taurus/Tiger (LAWL.)
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff? (We’ll never know.)
Height: 5'5". 5′6″ if I stretch all the way out and it’s morning.
Orientation: Some variant of asexual. Also possibly bi-romantic. *shrug*
Ethnicity: Standard White Bread, Midwestern Edition: Irish/German/dash of mystery.
Favourite fruit: blueberry/strawberry/black raspberry, a perfect peach, TDE triple cross citrus, apples. (Granny Smith/Pink Lady/Honeycrisp)
Favourite season: AUTUMN. Runner up is spring, specifically that prime two weeks in the middle of May.
Favourite book series: Oh boy. I need to read more? First thing that jumps to mind is “His Dark Materials” by Phillip Pullman. Second is various works by Charles de Lint. And I grew up with Harry Potter, so that too. I’m sure I’m forgetting something… *shame*
Favourite fictional characters: Why are these questions so hard! Let’s try: Jilly Coppercorn (Charles de Lint “Newford” books), Dr. Mary Malone (Pullman’s “His Dark Materials”), Sherlock Holmes (original stories), and for TV, let’s thrown in Mulder and Scully from X Files because it’s the last tv series I watched all the way through. I’m sure I’m forgetting tons of others? (I like my friends’ characters!)

Favourite flower: Peony, Hoya, Lilac, Delphinium. Too many!

Favourite scents: Coniferous forest (pine/cedar/etc.) Red pine is a personal favorite. Also apple blossoms, lilac, faint vanilla scents, HOYA BLOSSOMS. Also camp fires/cooking fires. Petrichor. TEA, or fresh ground coffee beans. I experience life through my nose.
Favourite colour: All the autumn colors: crisp blue skies, rusty reds/oranges/golds.
Favorite animal: It used to be horses??? I still do like horses, but let’s add ALMOST EVERY BIRD, cuttlefish, and a million invertebrates to the mix. BEES/WASPS. SPIDERS. LEPIDOPTERA. And my precious fish children. I’m indecisive!
Favourite artist/band: Boards of Canada.
Average hours of sleep: anywhere between 5.5 and 9 hours, depending on the day and workload and whether or not I’m working the day job.
Number of blankets I sleep with: 0-3, depending on season and location.
Dream trip: Absolutely want to visit the Redwoods and Sequoias, so let’s go with that for now.
Last thing I googled: sempervivums!
Blog created: October 2013
How many blogs I follow: 41, over half of which seem to have faded into oblivion…
Number of followers: Um… Somewhere upwards of 11,000. Roughly half of which I imagine are dead accounts or porn blogs. *shrug* Why are you here.
What do I usually post: Art, work in progress, plant and fish shenanigans, WHINING. Mostly art, though.
Do I get asks regularly: Every now and again. A lot less now than I used to, though I admit I don’t really get time to answer them as well as I’d like. 


David @ the Imperial Oct 2017

This is the second time today that I am writing this review. After spending a precious hour writing it up, I was on the last sentence when I accidentally hit a wrong key and the page closed. Now I have to try and recreate what I wrote. To say that I want to cry is putting it mildly.  After I wrote it a second time (this time in Notepad), I started copying the text over and adding pictures. I was halfway through when Firefox froze. Sigh. Here we go again.

When I found out that David was going to perform in Vancouver, I decided to book a two-week trip for my annual vacation. I live in Montreal and I have never visited Canada’s west coast, which is practically sacrilege.;) It was on my must-visit list for quite some time. I am so pleased that I finally got to go. This review will cover more than just David’s show because for me it was also about meeting the people who this amazing man has brought into my life.

Three days before the show, I met Mary for the first time. Some of you may know her - @super-infinite-possibilities. We have been communicating via Tumblr since last fall. She is a recent Canadian transplant via Ireland. There is always some trepidation when meeting someone in “real life.” I have been through this many times since 2005 and sometimes you just don’t click outside the computer. I was hoping that our online chemistry would translate in the outside world and I’m happy to report that it did. :)  She is a total sweetheart and someone I am proud to call a friend. We sat in a coffee shop and chatted nonstop for a couple of hours. Here we are at the concert. 

The day before the concert

Mary and I met some fellow fans for dinner. Pam @pjstafford from Albuquerque had driven in with her friend Cathy @xfilesobsession  from Seattle and Mary’s friend Angie @angiep2504 who had flown in from Belgium. It was fantastic to talk and laugh with fellow David fans about this incredible man, the X-Files, and whatever else popped into our heads. They are all super ladies! The dinner happened to be on Mulder’s birthday, too. Pictures here:

Concert Day

M&G ticket holders were told to arrive at the venue for 6:30. I knew that fans would start lining up early. I wanted a front row spot, but my feet were tired from a week of nonstop sightseeing so I only arrived at the venue at 5:15. I was pleasantly surprised to find a small amount fans lined up. I did end up in the front row, which came at an intermittent cost. Because the concert was being filmed for a documentary, there were two guys filming/taking pictures and one of them always seemed to move right in front of my camera when I wanted to record my favourite songs. When I wasn’t filming, they were no where near me. I got annoyed during Heroes because I wanted to film the entire thing. In the grand scheme of things, this was not a big deal. David was on stage so IT WAS ALL GOOD!

Meet & Greet 

When David came out for the M&G, he looked SO GOOD! Good enough to eat. He laughed at something and his entire face lit up. I can’t even describe how this made me feel. I said to Pam and Cathy that he looked like he did 20-25 years ago. Laughter took years off his face. I wish someone had captured that moment. It was totally precious. At this point my stomach, or a point farther south of my stomach, was all a-tingle. ;) I’m sure most of you already know how the M&Gs went. He said hi, shook my hand (wow, soft!), asked me my name - I said Maria from Montreal and he said, interesting name. LOL. I’m a dork. Then we took the picture ((HUG)). I asked him where Brick was, and how Brick was the real VIP and should be the one taking pictures with the fans (of course I was kidding) and David chuckled. :) He said that Brick was asking for too much money and he couldn’t afford to pay him what he was asking. He told me to enjoy the show. I wished him a great show and he thanked me. Yes, it was brief, but for me it was magical. Look at his smile. I am framing this one.

Meeting the band

I was on a mission to meet his band. I didn’t have to wait too long because after sound check, Colin and Pat wandered onto the floor. They are both super nice. Pat is the happiest guy with a megawatt smile! He told Mary and I that he has a project in the works so keep your eyes and ears peeled. He is very talented. They all are!

Angie, me, and Mary with Colin.

The Concert

I’ve read reviews from other fans who commented that they were underwhelmed by the experience. Everyone is entitled to feel how they feel. My feelings are the total opposite. Acoustic sets are meant to be stripped down, relaxed, reflective and emotive. It would not be a high-energy show like he did in New York City. David delivered the kind of performance that I was expecting and I thoroughly enjoyed it. He did half of HOH and half of ETT, plus three covers. He ended the night with a 4-song encore that included his fabulous rendition of Bowie’s Heroes, over which I am still salivating.

I read that nasty review (I don’t have the link, I read it on my laptop which I don’t use when I am home) and was stunned that the critic said that David was intoxicated. It never crossed my mind that David was intoxicated nor do I believe that he was. Did he have a drink or more? Of course he did. It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. But he was in no way drunk. After reading the entire review, it seems to me that Mr. Critic is a David hater because he basically ripped him to shreds. Whatever dude. Those who can’t are jealous.

My feet were killing me, but I would’ve happily stood there for another two hours listening to him. I love the way he emotes when he sings. He puts his whole heart into it.  Yes, as others have said, he didn’t interact with the audience the way he normally does, but again, documentary. It didn’t bother me. I was thrilled to be there and we made eye contact once and my legs almost gave out on me.  I enjoyed his commentary, which he delivered with his typical dry wit. I’ve been asked by several fans if I think he was serious when he made the, “Those who call my dancing dad dancing, stop it. I don’t like that shit,” comment. I think he was. Others might disagree. The comment did make me laugh because he had a pout on when he said it. I don’t even know what dad dancing is. I never heard the term until I started seeing it on Tumblr. To me his dancing shifts from cute to hot, depending on how he’s moving. I don’t see a dad. I see a hot 57 year old man. ;) Another comment I liked was when he came out wearing a Vancouver tee and said, “I’m such a kiss ass.”  Hehehe. There were other cute/funny comments, but I’m so tired of rewriting this that I cannot remember them at the moment.

After the Concert

Before we left, I spotted Mitch. I’ve always thought that he’s cute. Not only cute, but tall and a great smile. Mission accomplished.

The Day After

Sunday morning I met up with Pam and Cathy before they headed back to Seattle. We all had the post-concert blues. We wanted to go see the A-maze-ing Laughter Statues. I don’t consider myself a Phile so it didn’t cross my mind to visit locations where past episodes were shot, but I did want to see the statues, not so much because X-Files shot there, but because they were a sight. However I have to admit that it was pretty cool to be at a location where a delicious looking David recently shot an episode.

Afterwards, we walked across the street to the beach where we ran into Mulder & Scully having one of their famous conversations on a log.  After they left, Pam and I took a picture on the log. With her red hair and my long black raincoat, I dubbed us Mulder & Scully. Hehehe.

I want to end this long ass review by saying that I had a BLAST with Mary, Pam, Cathy, Angie and of course, David. It was also wonderful to see fans that I met at the New York concert, like Laurice, Walt, Timea and other fans I had never met before like Karen and Donna. There were fans from so many countries in Vancouver. David really does bring people together. :)

On a personal note, 2017 has been a crappy year for me so I needed this non crappiness in my life. The most recent crappy thing to happen was my cat passing away. She had been with me for 20 years and she passed exactly a week before I left for Vancouver. The trip really helped keep me mind off her.

David, thank you for the memories and friends. Looking forward to the next time. Mary, thanks for everything!

I will post more pictures and videos soon.

Shock- An x-files revisited story

For @2momsmakearight, thanks for the amazing prompt! 

Title: Shock

Rating: R – graphic violence

Summary: Scully’s abduction gives her answers she never could have dreamed.

    I woke with a jerk. Immediately, I was overcome by the ache throughout my body and burning in my eyes. I blinked, and my eyelids caught on the dry surface, sending a shiver down my spine when I heard them trying to close over what felt like sandpaper. I forced them back open, the scraping sound echoing inside my head. How long since I’d slept? I couldn’t see daylight inside this…whatever it was. The only thing I could make out through bleary vision was a woman. She had long dark hair, and clear green eyes that I’d definitely seen before. I never heard her voice, but her presence made my blood run cold. Whenever she appeared, more pain ensued. 

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