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Jan. 3rd, 2010

[info]want2believe

John

He got River settled safely in the hotel, then went back out.

He stood for a moment on the street, completely composed. The next second he snarled, whirled around and slammed his fist into the building, hard. Hard enough to break bone. "What the fuck is up with this place?"

ANGER only barely began to describe his emotional state at that moment.

[info]want2believe

River

Fox went stock still when he stumbled into the Nexus. He made sure River was there, checked her 'psychic pulse' as it were, as he'd gotten way too used to doing, and turned to look at her. Reassured at least that she was there, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and suppressed his emotional reaction to being back here and the memories that came with it.

Dec. 17th, 2009


[info]riverrunning

Becky's Mulder

River walked up to Fox with tub of ice cream, two bowls and two spoons in her arms. "Boys are weird," she announced. "Come eat ice cream and watch something with me? But not something with predominately sexually explicit content, please, because that would just be confusing at this juncture. Please?" she repeated.

Sep. 3rd, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis' Doctor

Mulder had spent the better part of the last few weeks studying up on Vampire myth and legend, and occasionally wandering around at night with equal parts curiosity and caution. Which meant he really wasn't around a lot and was sleeping a lot of the time he was. At least he wasn't depressed and struggling with his sexuality.

He brought a cup of tea to the console room when he went, handed it to the Doctor and folded himself to sit beside him. "Talk to me."

Jul. 5th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis' Master

He was sprawled out on his bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose reading a technical manual for Jack's sonic blaster. It made no sense to him but that was okay, because it was *really* not boring. He got up when he heard the knock at the door and went to answer it.

Apr. 28th, 2009


[info]neverthelast

Mulder

The Doctor ran into Mulder in the kitchen, and immediately gave him a huge smile. "Hello. Coffee?"

Apr. 9th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Mulder was not less confused about things in general and himself in particular. The confusion was not made better byrunning into Jack in occasional passing. "I don't know how that many lives with himself," Mulder mumbled at the Master in the console room. "And is either one of you going to sleep with donna you think?"

Mar. 30th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Open

Mulder was in the hotel lobby. "You think they're putting something in the water?" he asked, conversationally.

Mar. 25th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis' Master.

He stood in the doorway watching the Master quietly before saying, "You were a beautiful boy."

Mar. 23rd, 2009

[info]want2believe

Open

Fox was watching gay porn in the hotel lobby, with an extremely confused expression. "That's really not hot," he told someone who just happened to be passing at the (wrong) moment.

Mar. 21st, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis' Doctor

"Do we have a theory about why the Master and I can't go half an hour without fighting?" He walked into the console room talking, cup of coffee in one hand, mug of tea for the Doctor in the other.

Feb. 17th, 2009


[info]missjones

Mulder

Dinner. God, it was just dinner and just...just a human, non-immortal, from near her own time, intelligent, charming and good looking man. Alright, yes. Martha was only human, and Mulder was very definitely attractive, on all sorts of levels. She smoothed her dress, checked her hair, double checked that she had no lipstick on her teeth, made sure that her shoes were fastened, and went down to the hotel lobby to meet him.

For dinner.

Just...dinner.

Feb. 11th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Vae's Martha.

"My God," Fox said, sounding very much as though he couldn't believe his eyes (because he couldn't). "You're a woman. Please tell me you're human and Not Gay."

Feb. 6th, 2009


[info]themasterreborn

Mulder

There was a note taped to the refrigerator door on a certain TARDIS -

"We are all certified geniuses on this ship. (Yes, even you Donna.) Or at least certifiable. Can we please remember to NOT leave a useless drabble of milk in the carton? Maybe even replace it. It makes breakfast go much smoother.

Much obliged,

The Master"

He bitched because he loved. Really. The drama queen. Also, someone was comfortably home.

Feb. 5th, 2009


[info]neverthelast

Mulder

The Doctor went looking for Mulder.

"How have you been holding up?"

The Doctor was energetic, but not...vibrating.

Jan. 27th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis' Master

He was in the kitchen, attempting coffee and toast. Hey, he was hungry and it had been a while since he'd eaten. "Good morning." He turned just as he said it, toward the Master. "Or not so much," he corrected, once he actually *saw* the Master. "Can I get you anything while I'm up?"

Jan. 25th, 2009

[info]want2believe

Mecca

"Hello. My name is Fox Mulder, and before I sit down here I need to know if you are human or alien and if you are armed." Well. It was worth knowing before he got comfortable with his coffee and donut.

Jan. 21st, 2009

[info]want2believe

Lis

He'd barely stepped outside the hotel after his meeting with John, when he spotted the familiar blue box. He did a double-take because the last place he'd seen the TARDIS was... not here. It was probably a duplicate, he knew intellectually.

He wasn't working on intellect at the moment, though. He was running on adrenaline and that meant he saw something familiar, went up to it and pounded on the door. "Let me in."

Jan. 19th, 2009


[info]themasterreborn

Becky's Mulder

Somehow, the Master was up and awake before the humans. Barely. He stumbled down the dining hall, stared at the coffee carafe for a long moment, for he decided to go with tea.

He grabbed a muffin, and orange, and a tea pot, and sank into a chair at the table. Eventually he'd work up the energy to move those things into his body. Really. Right now, zombie Time Lord.

Jan. 18th, 2009

[info]capnjohnhart

Open (Becky's Mulder-Finished)

John was *pissed*.

Off.

Somebody, or more likely somebodies, somewhere close by, seemed to have been letting off a psychic timebomb. Whatever it was, it was giving John the headache from hell.

He'd retreated to the old Hotel to try to ignore it, but it wasn't helping so far. Neither was the bottle of hypervodka he was currently clutching for dear life, but hey it was worth a try. He really didn't want to get involved. At all.

He was sitting on the edge of a row of couches, head between his knees and groaning softly, when he saw a pair of shoes come into his line of sight.

"Fuck off," he offered, without looking up. "I don't want to know."

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