A case in the Florida Everglades takes Mulder and Scully on a terrifying journey nowhere. The air conditioning and the laws of physics won’t work. She wants dinner and not to die. He dreams of a boy on the beach and not being Captain Ahab. A love story of absolute evil and existential doubt and truth that isn’t found on the free map from the Visitor Center.
As usual, as this is a Prufrock's Love story, I am unable to host it here so the link goes to the story at one of Mimic's sites.
Pru reminded me of just how envious I am of her cleverness and storywriting with this one. There is a gorgeous Mulder-Scully relationship here that tugs at the heartstrings as Pru tenderly takes us through the cancer arc with the added awkwardness of a sudden relationship change.
This was the story that I was getting vague memories of when reading AlienQueequeg's Gates of Hell but couldn't remember past that vague feeling of a similar circumstance. It was only that I was feeling warm & fuzzy after rescuing a kookaburra today that I put 'kookaburra' in my fanfic search program and this popped up. That kookaburra, currently recuperating at the RSPCA Wildlife Hospital, managed to bring me from worry to warm fuzzies twice today.
Usually Wednesdays are for short fics, but I didn't have another one ready to go so I figured that because Monday's release was relatively short it would all even out somewhere along the line....