dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-10-30 01:05:00 |
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Current mood: | moody |
Current music: | Last Train To Clarksville - The Monkees |
Entry tags: | author: jim, fandom: x-files, first time, humor, mulder, pwp, skinner, skinner/mulder, slash |
X-Files
Fandom: X-Files
Title: The Last Train To Clarksville
Author: JiM
Genre: PWP, Slash, First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Notes: I think I'll use the author's own words, here, since they cover everything so perfectly:
Mulder and Skinner, the first time; a locked boxcar, it's cold and
dark, there's some chocolate -- what more needs to be said?
This
is a PWP - it has no redeeming virtues - it does not advance the plot,
doesn't explain anybody's secrets nor plumb anyone's soul. I'm
rather proud of that, actually. Well, it works for me.
Excerpt:
“Where’s your coat, Agent Mulder?”
The agent’s grin flashed whitely in the gloom. “You sound just like my mother.”
“I doubt your mother is a baritone, Mulder. Where’s your coat?”
“In the car,” Mulder said defensively. “And, before you ask, my cell-phone is in the pocket.”
“Of course it is, “ Skinner said tiredly. “Actually, I knew that. I expected that.”
“I’ve got my gun, though.”
“Well, that makes a nice change.” Skinner couldn’t help it, he began to chuckle. The sound was unwilling, creaking, as if he hadn’t done it in a while, but it was unmistakably the sound of human laughter. Mulder’s disconcerted stare did nothing to stem the tide, which threatened to degenerate into undignified and helpless giggling.
“Oh, Mulder, with a host of mutants, Senate subcommittees, assassins, alien shape changers, killer telepaths and the Beltway to choose from, we’re likely to freeze to death in a boxcar, locked in by a paranoid computer hacker with zits and a brand-new theory on the Kennedy assassination. You don’t find even the slightest bit of black humor in this situation?”
Mulder’s lips quirked a little. “There *is* a certain weird humor to it...” he admitted. “It would probably be a lot funnier if my head wasn’t pounding. When I catch up with the little asshole, I’m going to pound him into microchips."
I rate this fic: I Like This One