Fic: Ashes to Ashes

Title: Ashes to Ashes
Fandom: The X-Files
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none
Summary: Dana Scully cannot die.
Notes: Originally published on Tumblr on February 13, 2018. Word count: 346


Genesis lied. Ecclesiastes lied. She would never have the chance to return to dust; instead, she was forced to watch everything and everyone she ever loved crumble around her while she prayed to be a sand dune, prayed to curl into a barrow over the bodies of her families and friends.

Over the ages she tried with increasing desperation to share the gift as it had first been given to her, but it never worked. She concluded that an offering without charity must always be doomed. A self-serving gift is no grace at all.

Her existence here is dry. Water is life. Water is baptism and fertility, and all she has is this parched solitude, endless wilderness. She lies on the ground to be close to the bones of her love, no matter that it’s been centuries and his atoms have surely scattered in the wind to become trees and grass and flesh for all manner of new creatures great and small. She wonders what would happen if she sliced off a limb and let it decay; would it be a way for their molecules to mingle once more?

Sunshine chills her–only starlight can keep her warm now, greeting the souls of her beloved dead, wishing she knew how to join them in their pilgrimage. She would never want to be an anchor weighing them down, so she opts to bless them on their journey. Traveling mercies, my dear ones, she thinks.

The Word became flesh, and see! The home of God is among mortals. Does she still count? Does an undying wraith have any need for resurrection? Her lungs may still draw breath and her heart may still pump blood, but she’d testify that she knows death as well or better than anyone could.

To everything there is a season, but even Christ felt forsaken on the cross, and she will not carry guilt for her feelings of impatience and betrayal; the grief is heavy enough as it is. For God alone my soul waits in silence. Alone, her soul waits in silence for God.

Fic: Untitled Jim Kirk Character Study

Title: Untitled Jim Kirk Character Study
Fandom: Star Trek [AOS]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none (one bad word)
Summary: Jim finds a home in Starfleet.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr in December of 2015 and written as a small gift for itwas-invented-in-russia during a Star Trek fandom Secret Santa exchange. Word count: 155


Jim knows what it means to be cold. Officially, there is no poverty, there is no homelessness anywhere the United Earth banner flies, but reality often looks different than the ideal. There had been nights when he’d worn out his welcome on his friends’ couches and been too drunk to find a way to one of the limited number of assistance shelters that were maintained in rural-as-fuck Iowa. So Jim knows what it means to sleep under the unforgiving stars, shivering and nauseated and alone.

It isn’t like that anymore, though. Bones says space is cold and dark and diseased, but when Jim looks out the viewport in his quarters, all he feels is a sense of home. All he sees is adventure and possibility. James T. Kirk knows what it means to be cold, but surrounded by a ship he adores and a crew he loves like family, he could almost manage to forget.