Bitter Warfare Is Dear To Us (0)
Posted 13 July, 2007 in D: 2000, F: The X-Files, Pairing: Het, Rating: R
Scully confronts Krycek after her sister’s killing.
Vielen, vielen Dank to ETo’J, who beta-read this and grinned knowingly. There’s a sociopath sitting on your couch, Evil Twin — and he’s got on leather gloves. I’ll get out the ice cream, shall I?
Wake up
Somethings you can’t get around
I’m in you
More so when they put me in the ground.
U2. Dirty Day.
Quinine Solution (Story 8) (0)
Posted 12 July, 2007 in D: 2000, F: The X-Files, Mercy Universe, Pairing: None, Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t want ‘em. Well, I *could* do with some Krycek and vanilla ice cream . . . but I shall resign myself.Extremely grateful thanks to NancyFF for the once-over. And to JET for dabbling in my macabre fairy tale, saving my career, playing in Krycek’s neighborhood. He’s saving his best smile for you.
“So,” said Estella, “I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”
–Charles Dickens“He’s a bad bad man who would kill you and then kick your dead body for getting blood on his leather pants.” –Jennifer Stoy
The Love Song of CGB Spender (0)
Posted 11 July, 2007 in D: 2000, F: The X-Files, Filks, Pairing: None, Rating: G
a filk of Mr. T.S. Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, one of my favorite poems in the whole world. I mean only respect. (Performed at OBSSE Fest Talent show, 2000.)
Let us go then, you and I,
When evening is spread out against the sky
like Cassandra Spender’s belly on a table;
Let us spend our time in Army bases
searching for familiar faces,
hoping against hope to find a way to save
the world; looking for the family that we gave
in a worthy cause,
which leads you to the overwhelming question:
Oh, do not ask, “What mytharc?”
I sha’n't leave you in the dark.
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Ebenezer Always Wins At Imaginary Chess (0)
Posted 11 July, 2007 in D: 2000, F: The X-Files, Rating: R
Multitudinous thanks to Alcott, my beta, who noticed that the waiting was driving me mad.
The waiting drove me mad.
You’re finally here and I’m a mess.
I take your riches back.
Can’t let you roam inside my head.
I don’t want to take what you can’t give.
I would rather starve than eat your bread.
Pearl Jam. Corduroy.