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Dana Katherine Scully ([personal profile] faithfulskeptic) wrote in [community profile] what_wings_dare2022-09-09 06:57 pm
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🅧 Please explain to me the scientific nature of 'the whammy'




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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-06-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Commonly found in Oregon graveyards," he says, snorting. "We're going to need a better explanation for Soames' family. X-rays, tissue samples, blood type, toxicology, a full genetic workup - how fast do you think we can get them?"
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-06-10 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's two of us," he says brightly. There's nothing energizing like potential proof of extraterrestrial activity on Earth. "I'll keep looking for Ray Soames, and you can prove this is an ape. C'mon, you know you want to be right. This is the only way to know for sure."

Maybe that's not fair, but if playing to her skepticism works, then he'll do it.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-07 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"So we'll send those samples out." Simple enough, completely worth the time, effort, and expense. He's going to be walking on air for the rest of the day. "Do whatever you can here. The X-rays are possible, right?"

He's too wired to get any rest that night, and he knows it before he's even left the morgue. After they're finished for the day, he goes for a run. Even offers to let Scully join him, despite the fact that it'd mean a slower pace. She doesn't take him up on it, though, and he pushes himself until he's sweaty and panting, flying through the sleepy streets of this tiny town.

The next day is even more exciting: time loss, more information on the missing Ray Soames, a thunderstorm so powerful it blacks out the motel. Mulder finds a candle - incredible, inexplicable, unless this happens more often around here than the proprietors would like to admit - and is ready to settle in for a night of listening to the rain and maybe jacking off when he hears a knock at the door.

Scully's on the doorstep, and while he doesn't remember most of the French he took in high school he's pretty sure the term for her just then is déshabillée. His eyes remain on hers, his expression exactly as casual as it'd be if she'd come over in one of her suits. "Hi."
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-07 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He moves away from the threshold, so she can come in. The candle gives a warm sort of glow to her face, her big eyes and round cheeks - or maybe it's just the fact that everything else is pitch black right now. Any light looks good at the moment. "What's wrong?"
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-07 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me...

He kneels, holding the candle close to her skin, wondering if she can feel the heat cast by the flame. Nothing touches her - the wax, his hand, his lips - but he can't help the awareness of just how long it's been since he was this close to a scantily clad woman.

The bumps, Fox. Pay attention to the bumps. He peers at them in the candle's glow, comparing them to his memory of autopsy photographs, refusing to let himself notice the soft curve of her hip, hugged by her panties, any more than he already has. It takes a little longer than strictly necessary, but Scully waits for his answer. He can nearly feel the tension running through her - excepting, of course, the part where he really can't feel any of her, if he wants this partnership to lead to anything good.

(It finally feels like it could, like Scully could be convinced. He won't jeopardize the work because his thoughts keep flitting places they shouldn't.)

"Mosquito bites," he finally breathes, grinning up at her.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-07 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Her body should be only a body, and he knows it. The fact that he keeps thinking of the form of her is proof that it's been a while. If he keeps it swallowed down, hopefully she won't notice, and none of it will make a difference.

"Positive." On the outside chance he's wrong, they'll handle it after that point. For now, he's breathing a sigh of relief, and hopefully she will, too. "You'll itch for a while, but that's all."

And now that they know, there's no reason for him to kneel in front of her ass and stare at her spine. He gets up, wandering over to his bed and flopping down on it.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's fine. They were eating us alive out there." He gives her an easy smile, setting the candle on the bedside table. Would it be inappropriate to pat the mattress and suggest she stick around? Probably. Instead, he says, "You sound a little shaken. Want to sit down?"

There's a chair. There's also the rest of the bed, and the floor. Hell, there's the rest of the bed, and he can sit on the floor.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Mulder leans lazily on one side, and if there was a moment of sexiness in the bug bite examination, it's disappeared into something merely friendly. Slumber-party-esque, even. "Any time. I'll let you know if I have any bumps to investigate, but so far all my itches are highly visible."

He lifts an arm, as though to demonstrate.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's too dark to catch her cheeks darkening - and even if he could see it, he'd never see the red. It's impossible to miss the awkward shape of her body, though, or the way she looks away. Embarrassment colors her clearly, and unnecessarily.

After all, if she was that concerned by the bumps on her skin, she's at least somewhat convinced of the situation. It might be unconscious belief on her part, or conscious hedging of bets, but it's an improvement over pure skepticism. He'll take it, gladly.

"We lost time," he points out lightly. "Under the circumstances, we have to consider all possibilities."
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-08 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"The best ones are." Some come to nothing, there's no denying that. Some end up having an explanation so mundane that it feels pointless to have X-filed them in the first place. This feels like a major breakthrough precisely because it's full of surprises.

And because there's someone else at his side, someone who hasn't yet betrayed him or his principles. He can't bring himself to trust, but part of him wants to.

After a moment, he adds, "This probably isn't where you were hoping to end up when they handed you your badge. What were you really aiming for?"
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-10 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That catches his attention - of course it does, the notion that he could spend days with someone and fail to recognize them as familiar. It knocks his polite curiosity about Scully's shoulda-coulda-wouldas straight out of his head. Mulder sits up a little straighter, peering at her through the gloomy night.

Not from university, he'd remember another American. Not from around town in Alexandria or D.C., unless she rates standing in the same deli line as meeting. Not from the Vineyard, obviously, but when he was living with Dad -

Maybe then. It seems like a long shot, but you can't antagonize a girl's brother and forget her completely. Wasn't she named Dana, too? Dana or maybe Diane. It feels like an awfully long shot.

"Was it a while ago?" he asks carefully. He's burning with an intensity he can't control, the curiosity that always snatches him up when he's presented with a puzzle.
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mulder's eyes light up. "The New Age girl!"

Which is to say: He does remember her, given sufficient context clues. With those details - and with her hair a little fluffier than it was when they started the day - he can see the girl she was. He might be kicking himself for not figuring it out earlier, but at least he has it now.

"Did I end up getting you into hot water?" he asks, since it's not like he ever got the answer at the time. "With your family, I mean."
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[personal profile] bigfootfetish 2024-07-11 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither have I," he says wryly, and in the back of his mind, he realizes he has to think back months to remember anyone other than his mother calling him Fox.

If she'd ended up getting bawled out for their afternoon together, it wouldn't have made a difference in the long run - she's made it to the FBI, she's fine - but it's nice to know that her brother seethed for a while without letting his issues boil over on her. At the time, it seemed like it just ate him up to see his sister talking to a boy.

After a moment, he adds, "I thought about going back, seeing if I could find you again. But I ran out of time - and after a few years out of the country..."

Priorities change. Dana becomes an odd little summer memory, and Mulder moves on with his life.

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