Scully had not seen the boy until he gasped in surprise -- the ice taking his feet out from under him. Sheâd been looking for game on the forested ridge the next valley over, and had been on her way back. Normally attuned to the woods around her, she had not known she was being followed. She whirled in surprise and watched him come down awkwardly on his ankle.
He was 13, maybe 14; on the raw edge of manhood, the pale wisp of whiskers just creeping out of wind-chapped skin. She already knew a bone had broken. It had wret the air with the same sound as a hound catching a treat mid-arc; wet and sucking, the carnassial snap of enamel meeting enamel. It would likely have to be set.
The boy whimpered from where he fell at the base of a large hemlock tree as she approached. He eyed her suspiciously as she whipped the cape from her back and settled it around his shoulders.
âWhatâs your name?â she asked, trying to distract him as she ran her hand slowly down his shin.
Mulder would be waiting in the rusted shack at the edge of the wood and he would worry if she came back after nightfall -- that was when the faceless men prowled, looking for survivors.
The boy winced and inhaled sharply as her fingers ran over the cleft where the fibula met the talus and she rocked back on her heels, eyeing the darkening horizon. Did he have people nearby? Could she leave him here without guilt?
âWilliam,â he finally croaked, his adolescent voice like a bullfrog. âMy name is William.â
Tunnel vision and tinnitus caught her like a noose around the neck â she would have passed out if she hadnât already been on her knees.
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Obviously I hate B*gs for itâs blatantly racist narrative around demonising Native Americans for having their own fucking land stolen and then profited off BUT imagine the solution to the episode (because there was never really a resolution beyond just âletâs not build here anymoreâ) was to return the land to the people from whom it was stolen, thus lifting the curse. The curse as a metaphor for the scars of colonisation and the return of land and lifting of the curse both physical and metaphorical healing of the land, the native people, and the relationship between them and the people who were living on it.
hello, i need some help with a fic. it's post-colonization. mulder is some sort of leader of a group of survivers, he and scully are together and she gets pregnant. it's from when the show originally aired. thanks
This fic could be A Thin Veneer by Analise. It is a great story with the summary: Colonization has come and gone, taking civilization with it. But not necessarily civilizationâs monsters.
Iâm not 100% confident that this is the fic anon is looking for, so if you have another idea, please let us know!
Tagging @frangipanidownunder for her prompt and @fictober @today-in-fic
âPost-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.â
The first three chapters can be found on AO3: Here
4. Scream
Mulder woke up naked and cold. His head hurt and he could see a bright light above him without having to open his eyes. It didnât give off any warmth and he knew instinctively that it wasnât the sun. He wiggled his fingers and then his toes. He could move, barely. Then his hand pressed into the cold ground. It wasnât the forest floor. It was cold and metallic. Oh fuck, no. He forced himself to open his eyes and was instantly blinded by the light above him. He groaned and rolled over, his face pressing against the cool floor. He opened his eyes again and blinked at the silver wall in front of him. The entire room was smooth metal. Mulder sat up slowly and put his head in his hands. He felt sick, nauseous and hot, and there was a weird taste in his mouth. He looked down at his chest, expecting to see lacerations and scars from experiments. But he looked normal. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked around the room in a panic. Scully. He was alone. Scully was gone. The nausea intensified and he lay back down, curling around himself. I lost Scully.Â
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       Scully woke in the middle of the woods alone. The pain in her back and head had subsided but the vibration was back. She sat up gingerly and brushed some leaves from her hair. The sun was warm and she held her face up to it, trying to absorb what little energy she could. Mulder was gone. The bag was gone. There were no super soldiers chasing her. She felt a moment of relief but it was quickly replaced by deep anxiety.  Where is Mulder? She forced horrible thoughts from her head as she pushed herself up and looked around. How long had she been running? And from which direction? Everything looked the same. She instinctively knew that staying in place was the wrong thing to do, so she headed in the direction she was facing and prayed it would lead to something, anything.
      Scully didnât know how long she has been walking but it was long enough that the sun was starting its decent and her mouth was parched. Nothing had changed around her and she feared she was trudging deeper into the forest, away from civilization or any sort of help. Away from Mulder. Damn him. She cursed him to herself. It really wasnât his fault, who knew if she would be alive had she stayed home? Home. She doubted she had a home left. She pushed those thoughts from her mind too. She focused on walking, on heading towards some sort of destination. She rubbed at her neck and touched the tiny vibrations with the tips of her fingers. She knew she should have taken the chip out. She considered doing it in that moment but her lack of equipment was an obvious reason not to.  In her fog of thoughts she didnât recognize the road ahead of her, but a few moments later she was running. It wasnât a road; it was a highway, and it was completely deserted. Cars blocked and lined the four lanes and Scully tentatively approached a small SUV on the shoulder. The body of a man was face down in front of the vehicle in a pool of congealed blood. She moved around the body and peered into the car. The keys were in it.
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       Mulder sat against the metal wall and shivered. He pushed his knees to his chest and tried to retain whatever body heat he had left. What the fuck are they doing? During his last abduction he couldnât remember being left alone for this long, let alone untouched. But he had been sitting for hours. He got up and paced, ran his hands over the metallic walls looking for any sort of seam or door. It was a solid dome. His glanced at the blinding light above him that gave off no heat. He refused to become hopeless, but the naggings of fear prickled at his scalp. He was cold, uncomfortable and alone, but his fear for Scully was gut wrenching. Sheâs strong he reminded himself. She would fight, she always did. The memories of her running through the woods flashed through his mind. She was so fast; she had to have gotten away. Out of nowhere a piercing alarm split through the air in one continuous painful blast. It reverberated through his head and body and within seconds he was on the ground with his hands clasped over his ears. In minutes he was unconscious.
      When Mulder woke up he was still naked, but no longer in the metallic dome. He was strapped to a table, something like a gurney; his body spread out and exposed. There were multiple lights above him, bight but not blinding, though his head throbbed and he had to close his eyes. His skin felt clammy and when he tried to move his hands he realized he couldnât. He was paralyzed. His eyes opened and he tried to turn his head to look at his out stretched arms but a strap placed over his forehead held him in place. He strained his eyes down his body to look at his feet, but was only able to see down his chest. Somewhere behind him the unmistakable sound of a door sliding open jolted him out of his panic. âWhoâs there?â He called out, not really expecting an answer but more afraid that he would actually get one. He got an answer; a shadow moved around him and Mulder tried to follow with his eyes but couldnât track it. He listened to the tapping footsteps around him. He didnât feel the needle slide into the flesh of his forearm, and once again, he was shrouded in the blackness of his unconsciousness.
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 Scully drove in a delirium induced calm; she swerved around cars on the highway, adverting her eyes from the bodies that lay around them and within them. She stopped twice to siphon gas and to grab something to eat but had trouble choking anything down. She forced herself to drink water. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to go west, west towards Montana, west to William.
Scully didnât remember seeing the man before he walked out in front of her on a narrow back road. Her exhausted mind reacted too late and by the time she realized what was happening the man smashed into her speeding SUV, destroying the windshield and flipping up over top and slamming to the ground behind her. She jerked the wheel to the side and slammed the break peddle with both feet. The speed and sudden turn of the wheel sent the small SUV into a fishtail then rolled once, twice, and then a final time before coming to screeching halt of jagged metal. Scully never lost consciousness. She felt every jolt, slam and shatter of her body. When the car finally stopped moving and the engine choked and died, Scully finally let out a breath she felt like she had been holding for hours. She hung upside down, attached by her seatbelt that cut into her belly and chest. She unclipped it and slammed into the ceiling of the car, letting out an involuntary yelp that manifested into a groan as her body protested. She twisted off of her back and onto her hands and knees, wincing as the shattered and pebbled glass dug into her body. She gingerly pushed herself through the destroyed windshield and half fell onto the cement road. She pushed herself up and sat on her knees for a few moments trying to regulate her breathing. Blood trickled down her face from a gash on her head. Her back burned but she didnât have the courage to reach around and find out why. A deep moan pulled Scully out of her daze and she suddenly remembered the man she had hit. In a flash she was on her feet, but just as she was about to run towards him, three other men rushed out of the woods to his aid. Scully crouched behind the mangled car.
âFuck, Jesus Christ, Joe, you okay?â One man called as he nudged the injured man with his boot.
âAw man, look at his head, there is no coming back from that.â Another man added. The injured man groaned then coughed, it was wet and Scully knew it was blood.
âIâll do it.â One of the voices said. And then there was an explosion of a gunshot that echoed around them. Scully gasped and covered her mouth as the dying manâs moans ceased.
âGo see if anyone made it in that car.â
Fuck. Scully looked around her and decided her best bet was to run into the woods. Heavy footsteps were moving closer to her and she jumped up, ignoring the burning in her hip and stabbing pain in her back. She ran as fast as she could. Which wasnât fast enough.
âHey! Stop!â A deep voice called from behind her and the pounding of heavy boots grew closer. Scully didnât turn to look at the men chasing her she just pushed forward, but after a few strides she once again found herself face down on the forest floor. This time, it was human men, not super soldiers that held her down. Rough hands grabbed her waist and flipped her over on her back, she held back a cry as her spine protested and sent shocks up and down her body. âWell, well, well, look what we got here, boys.â Three men of un-extraordinary looks peered down at her. Scully writhed and kicked at them, unwilling to go down without a fight, unwilling to go down at all.
âHey baby, calm down, weâre not going to hurt you.â A callused hand rubbed her bruised face and pushed the hair off of her sticky forehead as another man held down her arms and the third sat on her legs.
âGet the fuck off of me!â She yelled and bucked her body up trying to wrench her way free. It was futile. The men were not in the best of shape and seemed kind of scrawny to Scully, but three of them against her was no match.
âOhh, feisty little thing.â One of the men laughed and pressed his weight into her stomach and peered into her face. His breath was hot and smelled of stale cigarettes and beer. âYou killed our friend, did you know that?â
Scullyâs eyes blazed and she stared at him. âYou killed him, you shot him.â
âYou hit him, lady. How fast were you fucking going? Thatâs dangerous.â The trio laughed and Scully felt her gut clench. This is not good.
âYou can make it up to usâŚ.â
âThe world is gone, ainât no one here gunna help you.â
A snort and a throaty laughed echoed around them, âfuck, man, we can repopulate the world!â
âYou wanna help us repopulate the word, little momma?â
A hand moved to the waist of her slacks and slipped down, fingers pressing into her pubic hair. Out of options, Scully screamed.
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I'm trying to find a fic I vaguely remember & was wondering if it sounds familiar to you? It's post-col & M&S are paired up, tho are not romantic yet. Maggie has been paired up with Skinner, despite not being of child bearing age. I think Skinner managed to persuade the colonisers not to separate her from them. Pretty sure the 4 of them are living together in a compound & S is working as a doc. If i remember correctly it's unfinished too but i enjoyed what I did read. Any ideas? Thanks x
These two very long series come to mind since theyâre both post-colonization and involve all of Mulder, Scully, Skinner, and Maggie Scully. Maybe one is the fic youâre looking for.
After the Future series by Donna
The Taking series by Jenn Chiprich
If anybody has any other idea of what this fic might be, please let us know!
There are so many great X-Files stories set after alien colonization has happened. Here is a small selection. Enjoy! For @filemeunderx who asked.
Belphegor's Prime by prufrock's love
When someone wrote Time Travel for Dummies, the guidebook should include a chapter titled âLove as a Form of Self-flagellation.â Or âSheâs Your Touchstone, Youâre a Stranger.â Mulderâs old files documented time travel, parallel universes, and wormholes. Back in the day, heâd been a regular G-man with a hot partner, a hazy job description, and a plan to thwart an alien invasion. Then the world ended. Scully vanished. And none of his X-files offered any guidance on romance in a time of pleated pants and shoulder pads.
Love During Wartime by Karen Rasch
Time will come, when weâll know what happened here. Change will come in time and make it clear. We learn one thing, if we learn at all. In the secret wars we call our lives, anything can happen.
Night Giving Off Flames by JET
Quasi-Post-Colonization AU that occurs sometime after âHollywood ADâ. Oddness. One wee-tiny spoiler for âHADâ and hardly any others whatsoever. Did I mention itâs Odd?
One Thought by probe
What if the faceless rebels hadnât gotten to the frozen alien embryo before Krycek?
SN-1572 by prufrock's love
After colonization and Earthâs devastation, Scully remains in one of the few safe, walled colonies, remembering the past and praying for some future with Mulder. Whatever the hell Mulder has become.
Snow Blindness by Annie Sewell-Jennings
Mulder/Scully
then the bomb and radio nowhere by @all-these-ghosts
"Do you ever worry about the end of the world, Scully?" "Yes," she said. "But I don't think it's going to happen fast." She would remember that, later.
A Thin Veneer by Analise
Colonization has come and gone, taking civilization with it. But not necessarily civilzationâs monsters.
It would be very difficult to find a post-colonization fic better written and with more romance and dramatic tension than this one right here. Itâs fantastic. It is also unfinished. The last two parts were never posted, so part 3 ends with some uncertainty for Mulder and Scully. It's still well worth reading, but if you want a greater sense of closure, stop reading after part 1 since the story was not originally intended as a series. Though I warn you, reading that part and knowing there's more to read in this great universe may still pull you into parts 2 and 3!
Title: Tangible
Author: Blueswirl and Meredith
Summary: Sometimes, to have anything, one must be willing to risk everything.
Length: 233k (~42,000 words)
Classification: Adventure, Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5
Favorite line: Above me, the blank, starless sky looms as I feel my back arch, my body tense, and then I am free, floating beyond myself, anchored only by him.
Read the story!