x - 0020 [Signs and Wonders]

[call_me_spooky]

We may choose to question, to doubt, the evidence of our senses; but we cannot easily deny them. We interact with the world through our bodies; and so when we find them changed, might not our perception of the world change? Or am I me in some fashion that defies the flesh entirely. I'm not touching the battle of the sexes nonsense with a ten-foot pole, because that kind of conversation never ends well for the males involved... But I'll admit it was interesting to look through different eyes. Seeing the same world from another angle. I don't know that I learned anything, except that I don't like being short, which I really could have guessed.

Still, food for thought. If it's in essence an accident that I am the man I see in the mirror every day, what does that say about the person I believe myself to be? If I'd been born in the body I found myself in the other day (admittedly not without its advantages,) would I be where I am, who I am? Or would my life have followed some other path, impossible to imagine or predict?

I don't think we're meant to learn anything from these curses-- certainly theories abound to explain them, though whether any do, who knows-- but that doesn't mean we can't.

Anyway. In other matters-- has anyone heard from Donna Noble recently? She's been uncharacteristically quiet for a couple of days...

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[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[He's right; it isn't just a nosebleed. Along with finding a job, an apartment, and some winter clothes, Scully will have to find a doctor so she can continue her treatment. And with no way to transfer her medical records. That was not going to be pleasant.

But she forces a smile on her face and reaches out to squeeze his hand. Her tone is light and joking.]

Do I actually get a bed?

[call_me_spooky]

[He forces a smile too, all too aware of the precariousness of the moment. It's all right; it will be all right, somehow. Somehow he'll figure out how to explain the fact that he's from the future. Because, you know, he always seems so sane.]

Yup. I'm making the ultimate sacrifice and crashing on the couch.

[He grins, because, well. He does that most of the time anyway. He might have made a crack about sharing, but suddenly that feels too inappropriate.]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Just for me? Mulder, I'm touched.

[call_me_spooky]

Yeah, don't say I never did anything for ya.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, just show me where the bed is, will you?

[call_me_spooky]

Can do.

[He gets up to lead her bedroomwards.]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully follows him to the bedroom and stops by the door.]

Night, Mulder.

[call_me_spooky]

Goodnight.

[He lingers outside the door for a moment, not really certain if there's anything more he should say.]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully looks at him, slightly confused. She waits for him to say whatever he's hesitating to say.]

Mulder?

bwaaaa shippy icons abound >D

[call_me_spooky]

Nothing.

[He smiles, shakes his head. More than enough for one night; he turns back towards the living room.]

'Night.