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Wow, I was really surprised I wasn't able to think of / find more fic about this, because you're right: there is totally some canon suggestion that she's got some psychic ability (and that it runs in the family). Yet most of the psychic fic I can come up with offhand is about Mulder. A few suggestions, none of which are really spot on: - I did think right away of Perihelion, the recent official X-Files novel by Claudia Gray. Scully does have some kind of telekinesis in that novel, but it has another plot explanation that is not related (that we can tell) to her previous psychic sensitivities. That novel takes place post-revival and is pseudo-canon, and it is a pretty good read. I do recommend. - I recently wrote a fic called The Tethers Loose where Scully also seemingly has a psychic power, but it also has a plot explanation that isn't related to the prior canon incidents.

-And if I make my bed in Sheol by threeguesses is a really, really beautiful, exquisitely written, absolutely devastating fic in which Scully can see / talk to the dead, but I don't know if this is exactly following up on your request either. I don't want to spoil it by explaining why. It's short; you can give it a try and see.

prufrockslove/prufrock's love/prufrocks_love's Hiraeth AU-- Welsh Prince Gwilym's new bride Duana is often aided through their many dangers by a heavily-scarred man with a familiar face.

@television-overload/ContentsPriceless's fate is the handspike (Ao3) AU-- Pre-Season 1 Mulder and Scully connect (as children.)

@agent-troi/AgentTroi's Crossing Paths AU-- Pre-Season 1 Diana Fowley knows more about Scully than the latter realizes.

@starwalker42's (Ao3) febuwhump day 7 : forced to watch and febuwhump day 19: "you deserve this" Mulder is taken. Scully is forced to witness his beatings.

Each of the lyrics comes from an old-time hickory song for fiddles, and is a lyric from that corresponding song.

"Fire on the Mountain" --> "Fire on the Mountain, run boys run"

Fire On The Mountain - Fiddle Player POV

"The House of the Rising Sun" --> "The Devil's in the house of the rising sun"

House of the Rising Sun

"Ida Red" --> "Chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough"

Ida Red - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

"Granny Will Your Dog Bite" --> "Granny does your dog bite? 'No child, no'."

FTC #149 Granny Will Your Dog Bite

And for your furthered education, The Mountain Whipporwill.

in a time before things like radios and record players, every time you heard music was because there was somebody in the room with you playing an instrument. and many, many, many social events involved dancing, which requires music. so, if you're planning any kind of gathering in the american south or appalachia, you need to find a fiddler. and the fiddler's job is to play music that everybody knows and likes and can dance to.

the mistake The Devil makes in his bet with Johnny is that he misinterprets the contest as being about technical ability, so he has this big flashy song. he plays fast and impressively with a band of demons playing unfamiliar instruments in unfamiliar rhythms. he's definitely more skilled at playing than Johnny, and thinks he has it in the bag.

Chapter 5: A F*ck to Remember

by @peacenik0 and @observeroftheuniverse

Chapter 1: Tied up in Hollywood

Chapter 2: A Tale of Two Orgasms

Chapter 3: Four Orgasms and a Climax

Chapter 4: On the Cumming Edge

Chapter 5: A F*ck to Remember

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Hollywood Stars Motel

Hollywood, CA

That night, Scully lies awake in her motel room with Brady’s words laying heavy on her mind and heart. Her mind keeps circling back to the way Mulder looked at her that night in the warehouse. She vividly remembers desire and reverence in his expression. Then, there was the smell of his sweat, and the way his body felt against hers. She couldn’t get it out of her head - sleeping or awake. Can she really go the rest of her life without feeling his cock inside of her again?

As she restlessly repositions in bed, her ears pick up the tell-tale strains of synthesizer music from Mulder’s room next door. Is that what she thinks it is? Moans and breathy sighs confirm her suspicion. So much for Mulder never watching porn again.

The knowledge of what he is watching, let alone what he might be doing while watching, sends a fresh batch of images through her brain. Her own pornographic highlight reel of moments from their time in the warehouse, coupled with her dreams from the past several months, comes to life behind her eyelids. She squeezes her thighs together to tamp down the surge of desire as her mind continues to turn. She thinks again of Mulder lying next door. Lonely and aroused. What if…

I for one, don’t want to have any regrets, do you?

No, she doesn’t. And in this moment there is only one regret she can ever imagine herself having.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she stands and moves towards the adjoining room door. She raises her hand to knock, pausing to almost think better of it before rapping her knuckles softly against the wood. The porn music quickly stops, and after a moment of shuffling inside, the door creaks open halfway to reveal Mulder from the waist up.

“Everything okay?” he asks, voice a little gruff. He is not wearing a shirt; Scully’s eyes are immediately drawn to his toned chest. “Scully?”

She drags her eyes up to his face. His cheeks are flushed, eyes dark and predatory. Scully’s breath catches in her throat. What is she even doing?

“Yes… I mean… no… ” Her skin feels hot under his eyes, calling to the heat in her. A bolt of bravery hits her, and she pushes the door the rest of the way open to reveal Mulder’s lower half. He’s in the same grey sweatpants they wore the night they watched Candy’s video together, the crotch tented just as impressively as back then. She wants to reach out and touch him, take him in her hands and explore until she coaxes from him the same sounds he made that night in the warehouse.

“Jesus, Scully, what–?!” Mulder springs back from the doorway, hands flying to cover his groin. Subtle, she thinks.

She steps across the threshold into his room. Out of the corner of her eye she spots the television lit up in its entertainment center. She recognizes the scene right without needing to turn and properly look: it’s the same Cherry Li video they watched the night before encountering Reddington. She has interrupted at the point where Jimmy is going down on Candy on his desk. The tape is paused at a close-up of Candy, her face frozen in a perpetual ecstasy.

“You're watching the tape…”

"Yeah. Well, the edited version. The original went back to Brady.” Mulder looks at her sheepishly, “Is that why you’re here? Was it too loud? I can turn it down."

"No. I came over because I…I…” She forces herself to blurt it out before she can stop herself, “Mulder, I can’t stop thinking about that night we were together. I can’t…I want you, Mulder.”

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Chapter 4: On the Cumming Edge

by @peacenik0 and @observeroftheuniverse

Chapter 1: Tied up in Hollywood

Chapter 2: A Tale of Two Orgasms

Chapter 3: Four Orgasms and a Climax

Chapter 4: On the Cumming Edge

Chapter 5: A F*ck to Remember (Cumming Soon... sorry I had to)

Chapter 4 summary: It's the final showdown at Reddington's warehouse. How will Mulder and Scully handle their most intimate performance yet? Will they finally be able to escape their captor and his sick plans? Read on to find out.

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Reddington’s Warehouse

Out of breath, Scully collapses next to Mulder. It’s strange to think about all that has transpired between them sexually. In fact, she’s lost count of how many orgasms she’s had tonight. More than she’s ever had before in one night, that’s for sure.

She is already anticipating the next scene with trepidation. What will Reddington do with them now? Will it be another humiliation? The uncertainty makes her feel vulnerable and a bit insecure. Mulder must be feeling the same way.

“I’m afraid to think about what Reddington has in store for us next,” she admits.

“God, I know. This really isn’t how I pictured our first time,” Mulder blurts out. He winces immediately, like he is afraid he has just ruined the moment.

“Me either," Scully says quietly. By his facial expression, she can tell her answer seems to have surprised him.

“You've really thought about it?" It’s one of the rare occasions in his life where he sounds skeptical.

“Well, yeah,” Scully pauses, faltering with her words. She hadn’t planned on admitting it to him, but it's only fair given his admission of the same. "I'll admit it's crossed my mind a time or two."

"Just a time or two, though, huh?” Mulder asks softly.

She feels her cheeks grow hot, and she hides her face in his shoulder. Nearly lost against his skin, she mumbles, “Shut up, Mulder.”

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(Edited by ThrowbackGilly)

February 20, 1991: Ms. Anderson, who was giving her first interview, was pale and looked a bit queasy. When she spoke it was with a vaguely British accent, which comes partly from having lived in London until she was 10 -- her father attended the London Film School, then stayed on -- and partly, she said, from being around Ms. Blethyn. She spoke about herself haltingly, with much of the deadpan quality that her character has in the play.

"When Lynne had my resume in her hand and said, 'Is this all you've done?' I didn't know what she meant," Ms. Anderson said. "I thought I had done a lot. But once I was hired, a big fear of mine was letting Lynne down. She was taking a big risk, and I didn't want her to find out she'd made a mistake." [...]

It's a funny story, but staying employed is every actor's concern. Ms. Anderson says: "There is a slight fear this will be my first and last job for a while, but that's in every actor's mind as long as they live. I tend to have a great deal of faith that wherever my life goes, it's the best thing for me." [...]

Ms. Anderson is quick to compliment her. "It's so wonderful to watch you and Lynne work together," she said to Ms. Blethyn. "The silent understandings they have about the character, and the way they can verbalize what's missing, what they need. The thought-instinct process is so precise." She sighs. "That's one thing that only experience gives you. For me it takes quite a lot longer to come up with what's happening."

"As long as you come up with it, dear," Ms. Blethyn said without missing a beat. And they both laughed.