Story 93: "Moment of Inertia" by Pteropod
It's been a long time since my last entry here, for which I apologize. I've been very preoccupied with the impending closure of Geocities fan sites. In any case, this week's story was nominated by amyhit. For those readers who are utterly uninterested in season 8 fic and wish we would just get on with it already, that's okay. Just nominate something else and we'll move on, I promise.
"Pteropod's might be the best if you're looking for fics that get into the nitty gritty dynamic of S8 in terms of Doggett's presence and how that stirs things up," was amyhit's terse yet intriguing description of the fic. That sounds good to me, so let's go read it, shall we?
She is alive, fecund, fertile as springtime and burgeoning
with life, a miracle mother-goddess with baby-soft skin and
hair that needs cutting every three weeks. She waxes rotund
with life but the watering can sits empty under the sink,
halfway hidden behind the dish soap and a box of Brillo pads.
She watches her plants die, day after day, and sleeps on the
sofa more nights than not.
- - -
He reads through the X-Files in a weekend, and finds them
full of bullshit, absurdity, brilliance, and death.
He feels entitled at first, reading files about garbage
monsters and brain-sucking teenagers as if they were written
just for his entertained eyes. The cases are ridiculous,
impossible, documented in ass-covering reports with words
like 'allegedly' and 'postulate'.
He reads file after file without connecting them to his
world, and then he reads about Dana Scully getting shot in
the gut by Special Agent Peyton Ritter.
He drops his head to his hands and thinks that she'll want a
new partner no more than she wanted to lose the old one.
"Moment of Inertia"
Here is her site, way-backed: Pteropod's X-Files Website. Since this story is not at Gossamer, I'll archive it myself at Fugues Fiction Archive, where Fox Estacado has made me a co-maintainer, as soon as I can figure out how to work the interface.
Give feedback to the author, if you can find her, that is, then let us know what you think.
"Pteropod's might be the best if you're looking for fics that get into the nitty gritty dynamic of S8 in terms of Doggett's presence and how that stirs things up," was amyhit's terse yet intriguing description of the fic. That sounds good to me, so let's go read it, shall we?
She is alive, fecund, fertile as springtime and burgeoning
with life, a miracle mother-goddess with baby-soft skin and
hair that needs cutting every three weeks. She waxes rotund
with life but the watering can sits empty under the sink,
halfway hidden behind the dish soap and a box of Brillo pads.
She watches her plants die, day after day, and sleeps on the
sofa more nights than not.
- - -
He reads through the X-Files in a weekend, and finds them
full of bullshit, absurdity, brilliance, and death.
He feels entitled at first, reading files about garbage
monsters and brain-sucking teenagers as if they were written
just for his entertained eyes. The cases are ridiculous,
impossible, documented in ass-covering reports with words
like 'allegedly' and 'postulate'.
He reads file after file without connecting them to his
world, and then he reads about Dana Scully getting shot in
the gut by Special Agent Peyton Ritter.
He drops his head to his hands and thinks that she'll want a
new partner no more than she wanted to lose the old one.
"Moment of Inertia"
Here is her site, way-backed: Pteropod's X-Files Website. Since this story is not at Gossamer, I'll archive it myself at Fugues Fiction Archive, where Fox Estacado has made me a co-maintainer, as soon as I can figure out how to work the interface.
Give feedback to the author, if you can find her, that is, then let us know what you think.