Summary in one short sentence: Mulder and Scully are spared from a
plague that sweeps the earth.
Author's note: This is a long story. It is set after Memento Mori, but
before Gethsemane. [Actually, Gethsemane wouldn't have happened if this
had.] Mostly it would fall into the category of angst, but it has a
little bit of just about everything: Mulder/Scully romance including
sex, mythology, a plot, and a [sort of] crossover.
!Plenty of character deaths, but not the two that matter most.
You may not wish to read plague-fic during a global pandemic, but eponine119 couldn't have possibly imagined what it's like for many people right now. This fic bears no resemblance to our current circumstances and might help you appreciate that whilst Covid-19 has been turned into a ridiculous political soap-opera, at least we weren't all wiped out in days. 🙂
I assume that the cover image (the important part of it, below) was made by Eponine119