After a heated argument, Mulder and Scully find themselves in a living hell, not literally, thankfully. This story is about self-indulgence, drowning sorrows and somehow, reaching salvation after all. Set during "One Son".
"One Son" fic is my all time favourite. On top of the Fowley angst I love the intensity of the seething feelings of betrayal after Mulder's "making it personal" comment. This fic takes advantage of that and it's nothing if not personal.