#kersh

This got me wondering had Mulder been inclined, could he have been the FBI mimbo because the secretaries or other ladies might have found him cute?

That was Kersh's secretary! (Morris was eyeing her up after he and Scully left their boss's office.)

I don't think Mulder would have turned into a himbo: the character attracted DD because he was, essentially, a loser per traditional standards and expectations--

November 1998:

From Duchovny’s perspective, Mulder is perhaps the hero who’s best described as the anti hero. “He is a loser. He just never succeeds, basically. He doesn’t get what he wants. He doesn’t win fist fights. He doesn’t get the girl,” notes Duchovny. “I like him as a hero because I always intended to play him as a guy who doesn’t win but who seems to win. That is, I think, a difficult thing to do. People at home see that Mulder is right, so it’s all kind of skewed in his favor. We’ve seen what he sees. We know that he’s right, that his quest is good and moral and all of that. In that sense he’s more of a straight-up hero.”

In canon, he only slept with women (excepting Scully) who either: A. emotionally manipulated him or B. made the first move while he was at his lowest. In both cases, Mulder's smart enough to diagnose those complicated feelings after the fact-- which likely contributed to his low(er) self-esteem and fueled the fires of his monkhood.

Flash backward to the OG series: it's why his invitation to dance in Post Modern Prometheus (though just a daydream), his baseball lesson in The Unnatural, and his kiss in Millennium were such big deals: he moves glacially, fearing rejection despite Scully's commitment and loyalty. His "The world didn't end," smile, and glance downwards after that first kiss says it all, really: he finally did it.

(Not to mention DD and GA cheering him on in Weremonster to join Scully in her motel room. "You can do it!" "C'mon!" Spoiler: he did not.)

Now: if he were inclined, could he become the FBI himbo? Sure. He did get an undisclosed date in Little Green Men (that he ditched), after all-- perhaps an attempt to live a "normal life," since his beliefs were temporarily in the gutter. On second thought, his LGM date was probably initiated through similar patterns mentioned before (someone makes a move at his lowest, he accepts.)

Lastly, I will say: we did see firsthand what trying means to him, i.e. casting moon eyes at Dr. Bambi Berenbaum only to be stood up by another man with brains and conspiracy theories. "Gazing" at Scully for over six years. So.

She could have done so much better than him.

Was it some kind of self inflicted punishment?

Was she planning ahead knowing she could use him?

Alvin Kersh had presided over hearings on three continents, but he had never felt less like a judge.

The stack of notes in front of him was thin compared to what he would usually demand for a capital case. A few pages of his own handwriting. No real record. No court reporter. No appeal.

That was the point.

He flipped back to the top page anyway. His pen strokes were harder than he remembered.

Dana Scully, M.D. – assigned to spy on Mulder. Believes in extraterrestrial life. Colonization. Black oil. Virus. Abduction.

It read like something he should have dismissed. He had done so for years.

But the memory that stuck was not her testimony. It was her resilience. The prosecutor had tried to turn her into a joke. A woman with a medical degree, a federal badge, and more combat trauma than half the Marines he knew, reduced to a punchline about a “love child.”

She had not broken. 

She just looked at Mulder and found strength.

Maybe she was deluded. Maybe she was compromised. That was the explanation he’d leaned on when their reports crossed his desk. It was tidy. Safe.

But Dana Scully wasn’t sloppy. She wasn’t stupid. She had the kind of résumé people groomed for the top of the Bureau. Somewhere along the way, she had looked at whatever Mulder showed her and decided he wasn’t the problem.

He turned the page.

Jeffrey Spender – scarred, half-brother to Mulder, father orchestrated conspiracy. Child surrendered as “collateral”? Samantha.

Kersh had known Spender on paper: an ambitious agent who’d written Mulder up as unstable, arrogant, difficult. Those reports helped justify cutting budgets and closing doors. They were useful.

But the Spender who testified was a hollowed-out version of himself. No theatrics. Just truth presented like a sentence he’d already served. 

“Those reports were written before I knew the truth.” 

That wasn’t performance. That was a son scraping at something he wished he could forget.

If it had all been a delusion, someone would’ve broken by now. Someone would have slipped. Their stories would have frayed at the edges.

They didn’t.

He flipped to the next sheet.

Marita Covarrubias – U.N. access; Syndicate; test subject. Terrified.

Marita Covarrubias had walked into the courtroom like she was visiting her own funeral. 

Kersh had seen people lie on the stand. They fidgeted, stumbled defensively. Covarrubias did none of that. She spoke plainly about things that should have destroyed her credibility outright.

Then Skinner pressed her on current conspirators, and the room changed.

Her eyes flicked, just once, to the panel. Not to him. Past him.

She refused to answer. 

Mulder stopped Skinner from pushing her. He sacrificed usable testimony to protect her. It wasn’t a tactic Kersh recognized from grandstanding defendants. It was something different.

He turned to the last page.

The handwriting here was messier.

Gibson Praise – reads minds. “Not human.” Points at him.

Kersh didn’t write Toothpick Man’s real name. That would’ve felt like crossing a threshold he could not return from.

The boy had pointed at the man who never seemed to outrank anyone and yet outranked everyone. No denial. He simply went still.

A courtroom full of trained observers, and nobody moved. That was when the shape of it snapped into focus.

This wasn’t about determining what had happened on that catwalk in Mount Weather. It wasn’t about a man falling, thirty sworn statements, whether Mulder had committed murder. Those facts were props.

The truth was simpler.

Make an example. Kill the heretic in front of the faithful to remind them what happens when someone claims to see what they’re not supposed to. Make the believer look insane. Make the proof disappear. Public consequences.

Mulder was a sacrifice. A lamb walked up the courthouse steps in prison orange.

Kersh set the pen down and pressed his fingers into his eyes until white flared behind his lids.

General Suveg’s warning replayed. “There are forces inside the government now that a man would be foolish to disobey.”

Kersh had obeyed. He had enforced decisions that shut doors and isolated agents. He had removed resources. He had been part of the structure that made Mulder vulnerable.

For years, he saw that as order. Discipline. The right way to move up and stay alive within the institution.

But, sitting at that raised table while Skinner tried to build a defense out of nine years’ worth of classified madness, Kersh had felt something he hadn’t allowed himself in a long time.

Shame.

Not for failing to stop Mulder. For helping them. 

The soldier he dismissed as reckless was actually the only one who understood the battlefield.

Mulder had been talking about “the Truth” for so long it had become a kind of static in Kersh’s career — an irritant, a noise to cancel out so the Bureau could do its real work. After listening to Scully, Spender, Covarrubias, that boy…

It no longer sounded like noise.

He looked down at the top page again. At his own name.

Alvin Kersh – convening authority. Responsible for verdict.

That was what Suveg and the others wanted. Not just a conviction. His signature. His face on the spectacle. Proof that even Fox Mulder’s own agency had judged him mad, wrong, disposable.

A sanctioned execution wrapped in the flag.

Tomorrow, he would walk back into that courtroom and feign neutrality while they watched from the shadows behind him.

He rubbed his thumb along the edge of the paper until it stung.

He could still toe the line. Still play the role they’d written for him, let the machinery grind Mulder up, go back to D.C. with his career intact and his conscience filed under “necessary compromises.”

But something had shifted.

He would be careful, quiet, keep his face unreadable, but he would not be their instrument, not anymore. If they wanted a martyr, they would have to work harder.

Tomorrow, the performance would resume.

Tonight, Alvin Kersh finally chose a side to believe in.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

skinner, KERSH (i just really think he should have been one in the end), some of those clone guys, marita, even fucking krycek (him being a double agent to also stick it to csm lol), SPENDER (sad about what they did with him when he finally did something good), and just people they didn’t even know because maybe he heard things about them from diana or csm or kritschgau.

doggett & reyes coming in sooner not because mulder is abducted but maybe because of a case. doggett actually asking for mulder’s help on his son’s case. maybe give them history with skinner and even though doggett is a skeptic, he’s got military connections like skinner. AND ffs give scully naval contacts you cowards.

the lone gunmen & melissa should have had a couple friends in common — not that melissa has any connection in any way (good or bad) to the conspiracies, but to bring in different kinds of people (aka civilians) or actually, maybe she had friends who were abducted and that’s why she tried to get dana to do regression hypnosis, because it helped her friends & knowledge is power.

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