Grabbing her hand, he guides her from under the canopy of cobwebbed limbs into the back yard...
This out-take from No Quarter Given was supposed to be released last week in acknowledgement of the New Orleans Mardi Gras, but I got hyper-focussed on Scully's Birthday instead. I'm releasing it as a special weekend bonus since I had a couple of double-up days that I'm trying to shuffle. With Mish taking you to southern Louisiana, with its hauntingly twisted oaks draped with Spanish moss, then add two attractive FBI agents fucking like the alium invasion is nigh, you'll forget what day it is.
Let me just add how awesome Sybil's contributions to the fanfic community were that she inspired so much birthday fic dedicated to her. Maybe for her birthday next year I could do an anthology of her birthday or challenge fics...