This Her Fever - 1/3

[aloysiavirgata]

SUMMARY: It is, she thinks, a fitting coda to her life that Mulder and Father McCue should cross paths in this room, both trying to offer her salvation.

RATING: Strong R verging on NC-17 for language and sexual content.

SPOILERS: Redux II and Detour

DISCLAIMER: Breaking seal constitutes acceptance of agreement. Proceed at your own risk. Do not use

Comments

[notacrnflkgirl]

This is amazing. Natural, smooth flow, completely in-character dialogue and behaviorisms, eyes-glued-to-the-screen amazing. Before I leave for part 2, my favorite lines:

" 'What is it, honey?' Maggie twirls a lock of Dana's brittle hair, thinking about malpractice attorneys."

"She wonders who will come to die in it when she's gone, then immediately chastises herself for being morbid and self-pitying."

" 'It's past ten o'clock and you may not have cancer anymore, Dr. Scully, but you're not quite back to yourself.' He points at her dinner tray. 'Look at this. Half a sandwich. Unfinished Jell-O. What kind of an invalid are you?'

" 'I'm not anymore. That's the point. Come on, Mulder. It's still summer. Technically.' Scully gives the wheelchair in the corner a soulful gaze."

"Scully tucks it around herself. 'Thank you,' she says.

" 'Don't thank me yet,' he says, handing her and the remains of her sandwich. 'That nurse out front seems to think I'm some kind of troublemaker.'

" 'Imagine that,' Scully says dryly.

" 'Be quiet and eat, Agent Provocateur.' He wheels her out into the hall, peering around in the way that only a near-decade of sneaking in and out of covert government facilities can teach."

"Dana offers a wan smile. 'Mom, that really isn't necessary. I've got someone to come by and do all the cleaning, and I can handle the cooking. The grocery store delivers and really, there's not much else to do since my dog got eaten.' "

Oh no, you didn't! :D

"Raphael the Psychic Lobster"

Hahaha, my BFF Raphael's brand-spanking-new nickname, thanks so much.

A quick, Catherine-why-do-you-care question:

" 'You have eight pounds to gain.' "

92 pounds?! Holy fuck. Are we basing this on a height of 5′ 3″ or 5′ 6″? Either way, damn.

[aloysiavirgata]

First of all, DO NOT START HAVING THOUGHTS ABOUT SCULLY'S POST-CANCER WEIGHT.

I based it on my sister, who is about 5'2, wears a size zero and has a pretty decent amount of muscle mass. She weighs about 105, so I figured getting dragged to death's door would probably knock her down around there. I think Gillian's 5'1 but Scully's 5'3. 5'6 is NOT EVEN IN THE PICTURE.

Now. I will put on my Mannerly Hat and thank you for the lovely, lovely feedback. I am so appreciative when people take the time to let me know what their favorite parts are. It's incredibly gratifying to know when a line or passage really resonates.

Also, you must tell me what your friend Raphael thinks of his new nickname

[notacrnflkgirl]

OK, I will shut up. :X

I'm on part 3 (almost to the end, nooooooooo), and if I C&P all of my favorites, I'd run out of room in the comment box. (I can try to cut it down, if you really wanna know. ♥)

Raphael will, I'm sure, love it. It's strangely fitting. ;D

[aloysiavirgata]

You are still on warning. My sister is one of those hateful, annoying people with hummingbird metabolisms. Mr. Virgata is 6'5 and about 240, and I have seen them pack away similar quantities of food. I despise her.

You are a sweetheart.