Mrs. Krycek “Mrs. Krycek?” The man at the door is so big I swear he blocks out all the sunlight. I look up at him, and he flashes me his ID. My heart flips as I read the words on it – FBI. What can the FBI want with me? His gaze sweeps over my disheveled...
Little Earth I was convinced that I would hate my father’s new wife before I even set eyes on her. My father was returning to us, after years away, and then, on the eve of his arrival, I received the news that I would have to share him with this unknown woman. I...
Identity Crisis Walter Skinner locked his office door, pulled down the blinds, turned off all the lights and sat down on his black leather couch, his whole body shaking. He needed to rest. Goddamn it he needed a total break. He couldn’t cope with it any more –...
Human “No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” – Donne They say you never forget your first time. Well, the first time you...
Hostage What is the first thing you should do upon being released from a psychiatric ward after being held in restraints and menaced by monsters? I don’t know. Here’s the first thing I do, though. I dismiss Scully with a curt “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and I go out...
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