HOMECOMING DANCE COMMENT FICATHON

[orange_crushed]

I KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS TONIGHT
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS

I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of

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[mylittlepwny]

doctor who + doctor/rose + x-files au

[rosa_acicularis]

Alone. doctor who + doctor/rose + x-files au. Part one.

John found the office in a sub-basement, at the end of a long, poorly lit corridor. The door was closed, and fortified from floor to frame with a series of locks and bolts. A handwritten sign cellotaped to the wood said: KNOCK OR DIE. John stared at the blood-red smiley face drawn beneath.

After a moment’s hesitation, he knocked. A woman’s voice called for him to come in, and he opened the door.

“It’s doing that thing again,” a blonde woman said around the toothbrush in her mouth, her eyes on the computer in front of her. “That thing with the blue screen and the not working. And if you just tell me to shut it off and turn it on again, Phil, I swear to God-” She looked up and saw him standing there. She took the toothbrush from her mouth, her eyes narrowing. “You,” she said, “are not Phil.”

“No,” he said. “I’m, um.” The office was a pit. Books and file folders and piles of loose paper covered nearly every available surface, including a good part of the floor. A small army-style cot was shoved in the corner, buried in a nest of blankets, and a makeshift clothesline hung low over the desk. It bore the weight of two grass stained shirts, a loop of weirdly iridescent wire cable, and a pink lace bra. He quickly redirected his gaze to the woman’s face. “Phil is your IT guy?”

The woman spat toothpaste into a mug and smiled. “I know exactly who you are,” she said. “You’re their new spy.”

Before he could object she’d pushed her chair back from the desk and spun away to the filing cabinet behind her. She unlocked it with a key from a string around her neck, opened the drawer, and took out a manila file and a stick of deodorant. “Dr. Smith, yeah? Who’d you piss off, Dr. Smith? Must have been someone pretty high up, to get you assigned down here.” She slammed the drawer shut. “You know what they call me, don’t you?”

He did. John took a steadying breath. “Look, I’m - I’m not interested in Agency politics, and I’m not a spy. I’m a scientist. A neutral observer. I will be filing independent reports on our casework, but it’s not my intention to discredit you in any way. I’m interested in the facts, and nothing more.” He stepped forward and held out his hand. “I look forward to working with you, Agent Tyler.”

She looked at his outstretched hand, then up at his face. She did not smile, and for the first time he noticed the dark roots of her hair. The small scar above her left eyebrow. “I’m not just looking for facts, Dr. Smith,” she said. “I’m looking for the truth.” She slapped the manila file onto his open palm. “Read that. Our train leaves in an hour.”

He opened the folder and frowned. It was a missing persons case dated September, 1979. “Where are we going?”

Tyler uncapped the stick of deodorant and dipped it beneath the collar of her shirt. “St. Catherine’s Glen, Scotland.” She switched the deodorant to the other hand and gave him a wide, worrying grin. “It’s werewolf season, Smith. We’re going hunting.”

[orange_crushed]

is dying of joy appropriate
in this situation

YOU MADE ROSE THE MULDER I WILL LOVE YOU FOR THIS FOREVER, AND PROBABLY LONGER THAN THAT.

[rosa_acicularis]

:D :D :D

I would be lying if I said I didn't decide to write this just for Mulder!Rose. Because as soon as it occurred to me, it became everything I'd ever wanted.