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May. 9th, 2012 @ 10:07 am The Phone Call (mini rp for on_jennys_terms)
It isn't the first major decision he's made since taking over the Albuquerque office, but it ranks up there. Stan's expertise on this case had been invaluable and even though, technically, Liz was his witness and so now she was Mary's, he found it hard to let it go. Much like Stan, he cared deeply for Liz and that the case was falling apart because of corruption at the highest levels of DoJ didn't sit well. Witnesses gave up everything and few were able to restart their lives like Liz had. In the four years since she'd been in the program, she'd made only one demand that went against policy and it was one Stan had been willing to acquiesce to. No, Liz was a model witness, doing everything that was asked and more - meeting with US Attorneys as needed, keeping away from cameras and news coverage despite the success of her stable program, reporting any time her security was threatened. Her friendship with a certain, recently re-appointed Federal Director though was a bit more than he liked to navigate. It was one thing when Liz's friend was just her friend. Now, she might get noticed.

But it wasn't the media scrutiny and Liz's request that she stay in DC long enough to have lunch with her friend that had him contemplating an overnight stay. No, it was reports from Liz's therapist and doctors saying that the flying back and forth in one day was too much for her system. Huntington's was a very careful road to walk and Liz needed to not wear herself out needlessly. So, already they'd decided to keep her overnight and give her more time to recover. The problem was her request to have lunch with Jenny Shepard.

Marshall had a feeling the relationship was more than one of two close friends, but he had no proof. Director Shepard's rather obvious proof of a heterosexual relationship said more than his inklings about Liz's feeling. As a guy who had spent far too long in love with his best friend before realizing what he really wanted out of life was someone else, he understood Liz's vibes. He just didn't know if those vibes were directed at her long time boyfriend (who, he noticed, they were not setting up a meeting with) or her best friend. Either way, having Director Shepard involved was a bit of a headache.

The decision made, including Mary flying East and staying with Liz at all times, Marshall picked up the phone. In this he had absolute jurisdiction. He didn't know if Director Shepard knew of Liz's status (if she did, he had to have words with Liz) and he was tempted to have Delia call and act as a secretary from a travel agency. But this wasn't some friend Liz was meeting up with from high school. No, this was the Director of a Federal Agency. There were different protocols. So, he picked up the phone and called.
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Marshall
Dec. 22nd, 2011 @ 11:02 pm When Headaches Attack (rp for john_doggett)
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She doesn't want to cancel, but she doesn't want him to see her like this either. But the migraine came on fast, blinding, and she's spent more time on the bathroom floor today than she has in her bed. She's pretty sure it's just a migraine and not anything related to her aneurysm but either way, she's a mess.

Her phone is within reach and she manages to text a I'm sick, rain check. message before closing her eyes and resting her head on the towel again.
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Rita
Nov. 18th, 2011 @ 04:32 pm rp for j_doggett (which is happening a lot lately and still doesn't fit this timeline. yet)
Current Mood: rushedrushed
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Now that she suddenly has to work tonight, Rita's in panic mode. She has more dresses than she knows what to do with and none of them seem right. But she also doesn't have time to go shopping. Fundraisers are the bane of her existence, but since she's actually getting money for Open Roads at this one, she needs to make an effort.

Going too formal is always a mistake, but she can't go for business formal either. She's tired of suits and tired of pants and she wants something she won't mind if John rips a bit when he takes it off of her as his reward for putting on a monkey suit on short notice.

She finally settles on one she hasn't worn yet, but it looked damned good in the store when she tried it on. It's black, with a v-neck in the front and back and delicate beads over the bodice. There's a handkerchief skirt line that comes to a modest length below her knees but still shows off her legs. It will look perfect with the dark blue wrap she picked up to accompany dresses on nights like tonight. It even goes with at least three pairs of heels.

CJ is out with Tara tonight so she doesn't have to worry too much about what he's up to. As long as he's ready to go in the morning, she's okay with what he does. Amazingly enough, she trusts her son. All her friends tell her it's crazy, but she trusts him. Because he respects her right to slam the cell door shut so fast his head will spin.

After the events from last night, she needs a shower and hopes to god her hair will cooperate. Laying her clothes out on the bed, she jumps under the spray and hopes she can finish getting ready before John gets here.
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Rita
Nov. 17th, 2011 @ 10:49 pm rp for j_doggett (does not currently fit into the x files timeline for this journal)
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The game ends with a dull thud as the home team limped off the court, thoroughly beaten by the Liberty. Rita cheers proudly and CJ throws a glance back over his shoulder before racing off to join the team in the locker room. Jethro has finally relaxed (though he's still not completely comfortable with John it seems) and is more than happy to wait around for a bit until the crowd thins out. Rita sighs and leans a bit into her new lover, her hand wrapped around John's arm. It felt strangely perfect having him at the game tonight, even though she wouldn't say anything like that so soon.
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Rita
Nov. 16th, 2011 @ 06:23 pm rp for j_doggett (does not currently fit into the x files timeline for this journal)
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
She's running late out of the office and of course stuck in the traffic jam from hell. By the time she blows through the door of their small but comfortable Georgetown home, Rita is just about at her wit's end.

CJ glances up from his history homework as she kicks off her heels and drops her coat onto the arm of the couch. "Thought you were going to blow this guy off, Mom."

It's tempting to throttle her child, but instead she just races back to her bedroom. "I'm going to change. If he gets here, be nice."

"Whatever."

Rita laughs and shuts the door to her room. She knows she can actually trust John in her son's hands. CJ is a good judge of character and she knows that he wishes she'd actually find a permanent guy to date instead of the men she tends to spend her time with. Jethro is a father figure to CJ, but he isn't husband material. Not for her anyway. But it's so hard for her to find a guy who measures up to the standard she had so long ago.

But even Frannie is telling her it's time to actually move on.

Shaking her hair free from it's ponytail, Rita stands in front of the mirror for a moment, looking at herself. Her hair needs a trim and she has a couple of gray strands that fight her monthly highlight trip. Her makeup is a touch smudged. She has more lines than she'd care to admit. But overall, she's as fit as she was seventeen years ago when she had CJ.

Stripping out of every item of clothing, she dons a new bra and panty set, a pair of black pants and a black silk blouse. Peeking into her jewelry box, she lets her gaze fall on the wedding ring she was able to finally take off just a few years ago. She misses Chris, especially as she watches their son grow into his perfect clone.

May he stay away from law enforcement is her daily mantra.

Her favorite heels, a set of sapphire earrings and matching necklace, and she's ready.

She hopes.
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Rita
Sep. 24th, 2010 @ 10:05 am Nothing Ever Truly Ends with the X Files ...
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
Current Music: The Cure - Something More Than This (Fight the Future Soundtrack)
Dearest, Dearest Readers:

Many of you have been around for quite some time. You weathered my mysterious break from posting last year and you've been with me while I've written Scully's second battle with cancer, Mulder's twitchiness, and of course the heartbreak of their finding William but having to leave him be. (I cried while writing those entries.)

When I began writing this character blog two years ago, the X Files was new in our thoughts. The second movie had come out and we were all in varying stages of YAY/WTF/SQUEE/etc. The fandom was renewed and [info]truthontheroad inspired many of us to get up and get writing again. And we all did. There are so few fandoms that are this active even all these years after a show has gone off into the TV archives and been replaced by the next generation of copy-cats. For me, there is no TV show that strikes as close to my heart as The X Files. What Chris Carter put together still awes me. For all the hiccups along the way, it remains one of the truest tests of mythology and epic storytelling that we have in our storytelling canon.

My impromptu break a few months ago was not planned, but happened due to real life concerns. I feel that this journal has never recovered. Fandoms have come and gone in that time and Mulder and Scully have settled back into our comfortable consciousness while we wait to find out if movie #3 will in fact happen. Since I began writing again, comments and readership have dropped off and I find myself asking myself an important question: do I keep writing snippets of their lives, or do I go back to what I really do well - fanfiction. As of today, I've made a very difficult decision.

Mulder, Scully, Marshall, Mary, and Munch's story will continue. Fanfiction is never far from my fingertips. The story will stay alive through fic and this journal will remain up. Should we get a third movie, I will be the first one at these keys, telling the story through their eyes. I am not opposed to coming back sooner, but instinct is telling me that this is the right step to make.

This journal means the world to me. Character blogging is at the very heart of how I tell stories. But I fear that my own entries are not worthy of the fic they should inspire. So, today, we move on.

I will be compiling the entries into a downloadable .pdf format and I encourage all of you to become members of [info]vega_voices, my fanfiction community. All stories are posted there.

Thank you for your readership and your contributions. I'll see you on the next step.

With love,
Vega
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Imagine
Sep. 16th, 2010 @ 10:28 am this morning over breakfast ...
Current Location: the kitchen table
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: the dog is snoring
Me: You know, I get emails from very cute women who like my crazy conspiracy theories. They've read the book and they think I'm brilliant.

Her: It's because they don't know you yet.

Me: This means that I have groupies.

Her: Mulder, you're living with one of your groupies. Haven't you figured that out yet?

Me: (I'm still laughing.)
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Mulder
Sep. 10th, 2010 @ 08:44 am Peace
Current Location: the laptop
Current Mood: peacefulpeaceful
Current Music: the noises of the house
When Dana and I first fell in love, well, realized we were in love, and we committed to a physical relationship with each other that involved more than the occasional comfort fuck, one of my favorite things to do was wake early and hold her while she slept. She's always fit perfectly against me and for as awkward as it can be to sleep with another person, we always snuggled well.

All these years later, it hasn't changed.

Lately, my favorite thing to do is wake early and watch her sleep. It's still a fitful thing for her; the meds are not kind to her system. But I wake and listen to the house groan into the warmth of morning. The dog sleeps on a pillow next to our bed and she tends to wake when I do. I can hear her breathing change and she usually shifts position, poking her nose over the edge of the bed to check on everything. Maggie (the dog) has also adopted a stray cat that used to roam the woods. When it's cool at night, she comes in and tends to sleep on Scully's side of the bed. All that's missing is William or Emily roaming into the bedroom to wake up their lazy parents. But I've come to terms with the loss of the children, despite my drive to find William. It's my belief that he is, in the end, the only thing that can save his mother's life.

Marshall and Mary have found him. They have his information. They're waiting on my word to move forward. I'm ready to, but what do I say to Dana? She knows and approves of this search, but I think she never really thought anything would actually come of it. She indulged me because she never thought Mary and Marshall would go through with it. After all, if they give us any information, it could mean they lose their jobs. I guess it's a conversation I'll have with Dana this morning. After she gets in from her run. She's working at home today, neck deep in research regarding cancers like hers.

But at least I started the day holding her, listening to her breathe. That's all I need to get through the day.
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Mulder
Sep. 3rd, 2010 @ 10:20 am "Fox William Mulder! What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
Current Music: Scully is outside with the dog right now
No, that wasn't my mother screaming at me from the grave, it was the woman I've been in love with for what feels like most of my life, after discovering I had (without her consent) taken a sample of her medications to a friend of mine and had them tested to make sure they were actually what they were supposed to be.

They are.

But paranoia dies hard, especially when it comes to my feelings regarding Dana Scully.

It's a good thing this woman loves me because I was sure, absolutely sure, she was going to get the gun from the bedside table and take off a very important part of my anatomy.

She is so desperate to just trust right now. I don't blame her. It's why I'm being incredibly paranoid.

It doesn't help my paranoia that I got an email from Marita of all people this week ...

There is a change in the mood in Russia. In the last six weeks, a flood of women who either could not conceive previously have miraculously become pregnant or they have been diagnosed with a very familiar cancer. 2012 approaches, Mulder. You know this as well as I do. Watch for a doctor named Mark Dennison. People here call him The Cancer Doctor - but not because he treats them; because he kills them. I will contact you when I know more.

Mark Dennison was Dana's doctor when the cancer returned. So yes, I'm paranoid.

Sometimes, they really are out to get you.
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Mulder
Aug. 30th, 2010 @ 08:48 am thinking in both directions today
Current Location: my office
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: just the little dwarves drilling in my head

If there was something you could change about your past, what would it be?

First question listed was submitted by [info]passionaterugby. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.)

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Well, isn't that a question.

The only real answer is that I wouldn't give up William. I'd hold onto him so tightly and I'd never, ever let go. But my life ... My life has been so full of crazy, painful, destructive twists and turns yet I still would do it all over again if I could be with Mulder.

Yes, sometimes love is enough.

I wonder sometimes if we should have dealt with our feelings sooner. Yes, we had that night together before my abduction and had I not been abducted, life would have been different. (Starting with the child we would have had.) And I don't think it would have changed much. But Mulder's fears and guilt over my abduction kept us both from acting on our feelings for far too long and yearning is only fun for so long.

In other news ...

I have a consult in about fifteen minutes. She came to me specifically, despite the fact that I am not an oncologist. She sought me out. Last year, she said, she was injured in a car accident and while her doctors were operating, they removed what they assumed was a piece of metal from the back of her neck. Three weeks ago, she was diagnosed with a nasal-pharyngeal mass.

Mulder once asked me if it was too soon to set up his own 1-900 number. I'm starting to wonder that about myself.
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Scully