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If you want to go on an emotional journey through season 5 - and you do - boy is this ever the story for you. "The Pine Bluff Variant" serves a bit like the story's anchor, but so many familiar events and people pepper this lovely, angsty tale. Title: Snakebitten Author: onpaperfirst (@onpaperfirst) Summary: season 5. redux ii through pine bluff variant. a chip, a bridge, lies. / Sure, he said. We get along. I would tie a brick to my toe and jump off a bridge without her. We get along. Length: 18,990 words Classification: MSR Rating: Mature Spoilers: Season 5 Favorite line: Scully might’ve argued he’d been old enough to know better, except for the fact that she’d been twenty-nine when she met him, and that was possibly the least cautious thing she’d done in her whole life, blithely throwing her lot in with his. Read the story!

As far as I can tell they are all amazingly quality so start with whatever you’re in the mood for!  It’s like a gelato shop where every flavor is amazing!

Scully sometimes paid lip service to the idea of wanting what she called “a real life,” but come on. Her mom’s friend’s daughter had invited her to join a book club. She said she’d go, then never did, because there was always something more pressing than some book about a Civil War widow finding love again. There was always a mangled body, an autopsy bay. There was always Mulder.

I love pretty much everything about this story. Reading it again after Season 10 makes it even more enjoyable, I think, because in that season home at the unremarkable country house was so uncertain (stupidly so, because, I think, Chris Carter was being a dummy, but that has nothing to do with the loveliness of this story). Title: Home, Home Author: onpaperfirst Summary: where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day Length: ~4,700 words Classification: Vignettes, MSR, What's the opposite of angst? Rating: None given Spoilers: The Truth, I Want To Believe Favorite line: If that lifestyle got a stamp of approval, if she read an article in JAMA championing codependent relationships, she would gladly have shed her white coat and her j-o-b to spend her days holed up with Mulder, tangled in the sheets, peeking under rocks, looking to the skies. Read the story! And if you like it, leave a comment!

The rubbery paint of the home team's bench had layers like sedimentary rock. The top coat was green, but below it, there was tangerine, there was cadet blue, there was dull grey and bright red. Scully pressed at a pliant bubble in the paint while Mulder explained how to keep score, the numbers that stood for each position, tracing a backwards K in the dirt.

There were certainly days when she wanted to knock him out with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball and pin him to a piece of foam core, his trench coat flapping out like wings. “Muldicerus Foxendrum, FBI Agent, native to the American northeast.”