A series of stories about how Scully's past has shaped the woman
she is now. There is no such thing as the road not taken.
"I'm grounded and rusty; my dance card is dusty now.
Because I wanted to be what the angels see when they
look down: just a couple on the avenue with their
feet on the ground."
What Happened After That:
There is only one way to recover from a night in New York.
And there are always consequences, though it takes a little
moonshine to loosen lips.
Sabine has a wonderful narrative style. She takes us back to Scully's college days and the one that never was...
I hate it when my covers just don't want to turn out the way I want them to. I've made an adjustment to the text after the initial upload and this version looks cleaner, but just know that the fic is better than the cover!!!!