Fugues Fiction Archive

“Right before I got sick, I was sitting in Mulder’s office behind his desk. He seemed surprised to see me behind it. He really looked out of place when he plopped into the guest chair. He thought it was about the desk, but it wasn’t. On some level I guess I knew I was sick. On another, I saw pieces of Mulder’s office, of Mulder’s life creeping into mine. I saw nothing in that office that suggested I was ever there. Nothing. In hindsight, I was dying, I spent 4 years with the X Files and I thought I never made a mark. ” Rated R. (20 K)

Ocks, Maureen B., “OFFICE POLITICS”