Title: Can't Wait To Start
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: He'd follow her anywhere. Even her cousin's wedding.
Pairing: MSR
Rating: PG-13 (mushy stuff, language)
Warnings: None.
Timeline/Spoilers: Somewhere between Closure and all things
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

A/N: Written for bluesamutra for the xf_santa exchange. I hope the schmoop isn't excessive.

Title is a quote from a song referenced below, which I will not name because it is awful and will earworm you. Ha ha ha.

( Scully's cell phone rang late on a Wednesday evening as they were sharing microwave popcorn from the vending machine on the third floor.  )

Title: Raise It Up
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: This is a gift. It comes with a price. Fox Mulder, Oct 13, 1961-March 7, 2033.
Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST. AU.
Rating: PG-13 (adult themes, references to sex, drugs, and rock and roll)
Warnings: Not a spoiler if it's the summary: Character death.
Angst Level: High.
Universe: Mulder-containing.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

Author's Notes:

Remember how I was writing stories about how Casey came back to the future? This is one of them. However, it's something bigger than that, as well. I should make exceptionally clear that I don't consider this Caseyverse Canon - BTTF 1 is the canon-est one. Insofar as there is canon for a project like this.

Thanks to memories_child for the beta work.

Vaguely a songfic for Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up), by Florence and the Machine. Title, epigraph, etc. Video here. Also owes a debt of tone, if not meaning, to Linda Blair Was Born Innocent, by the Mountain Goats. View it live on YouTube here. I'm happy to upload them if anyone wants them,

There's a joke in here that only makes sense if you've seen this sculpture. This view of it in particular.

Excessively Personal Author's Notes:

I started this story in January, when I wanted to die.

In May, when I was nearly finished it, my father dropped dead of a heart attack.

My father was an amazing man. He was funny, he was the nicest person anybody's ever known, he was passionate and creative and so endlessly loving. He was the parent I try to be.

And I am still the little girl who drew pictures of herself roaring with him in preschool.

***

I start spinning slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take (raise it up)
You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough

-Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up), Florence and the Machine

( Mulder poured his coffee and considered his plans. )

This afternoon, as I was getting ready to leave for work (hey, look, I don't teach on Mondays, and Isk is at school in the morning; I leave for the office after family lunch, okay?), Isk gestured to the bookcase, where my XF box set had been pulled down off the shelf. "Look!" he said. "One of them is looking for the others!"

I looked, and, sure enough, the folder for season nine was sitting on the shelf, on top of my antique cookbook collection. "Yes, it is," I said, and picked it up. "You know, it's appropriate that it was this one, Isk, because during this season, one of the characters wasn't on the show."

"Uh-huh," he said.

I opened the box. Two of the season folders were upside down, and they were out of order. I calmly started rearranging them. "Yes, he had to leave, and the other characters spent their...time..." I looked down into the box. "Oh. Did you mean that you had put one of your cowboys into the box, and his friends were looking for him?"

"Yes!" he said enthusiastically.

"I see," I said, and extracted the cowboy.

***

At bedtime, as I lay with him, he decided to do another round of role reversal, in which he becomes the mommy and I become the baby. (We do this a lot. He has announced that, when he grows up, he will be a mommy. "Really?" I ask. "You won't be a daddy?" "No," he replies. "A family can have two mommies. I will be one of them.") Anyway, after a long period of silence, he announced, "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Really?" I said. (Tomorrow is the day I teach for six hours straight, so he got that right.) "Where do you work?"

I expected him to reply "at the college" or "on campus." Instead, he said "I can walk to my work. Because I can see two ways."

After a minute, I put it together. "Oh, you mean you look both ways when you cross [major road that I cross on my walk to school]? Yes, that's very safe."

"Yeah," he said, and put his fingers back in his mouth.

***

We drove to Hippieville, the coolest of the three "cities" we live close to, on Sunday. (Forgive the quotation marks, but I did just move to the boonies, people.) At a children's consignment store, Isk saw exactly what he wanted from across the room. "IT'S A JESSIE HAT," he announced, and made a beeline for it. And, yes, it was a foam replica of the hat that Jessie wears in Toy Story, complete with yarn braid. He's been wearing it around the house proudly ever since.

Proof, ladies and gents, that fandom is a learned behavior.

SETTING: The Nahurriyeh family's new home in rural New York state.

SCENE: Amal and Leigh are watching last week's Project Runway. Amal, having submitted a great deal of paper work, is fucking around on Craigslist.

Amal: ...Leigh?
Leigh: Yes?
Amal: Do I need to buy chickens on Craigslist?
Leigh: No.
Amal: I've always wanted chickens. See, they'll be hatching in a few weeks and--
Leigh: NO.
Amal: OK. ... Do we need a peacock?
Leigh: NO.
Amal: It's only $30.
Leigh: What would we do with a peacock?
Amal: ...It could be Kabira's* friend.
Leigh: That would end in tears. And carpet cleaning.
Amal: Point taken. ... Do you want a horse for Christmas? *turns computer around to show Leigh the horse*
Leigh: We have a six by fifteen backyard. We do not need a horse.
Amal: Fine, fine. ... THERE'S A FIRE TRUCK FOR SALE IN [CITY TWO HOURS AWAY].
Leigh: Give me the computer.

This scene brought to you by our rural area's Craigslist.

*Kabira is one of our cats.

Title: Well-Suited
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: She's lost him somewhere
Pairing: MSR
Rating: R+ (sex described enough to get the idea, not in any graphic detail)
Warnings: None.
Timeline/Spoilers: Between The Truth and IWTB. Compliant with the universe of White Board, not necessarily in the same universe.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

A/N: Written for wendelah1, for her donation to famine relief in the Horn of Africa. For this prompt at the Uniform/Suit Kinkmeme. This may possibly become just as much a fic about my kink for Scully in suits, but, well. I think I'll be forgiven.

Want to get me to write a ficlet for you? Go here and let me know; I'm still taking prompts.

( She dresses for work on a cool Monday morning in March. )

Sympathy For The Werewolf. Why, yes, I'm rec'ing Hawaii Five-O fic. This is an interesting paranormal romance-y thing, which managed to run totally straight-faced with the "Danny discovers Steve is a werewolf, true love and hurt/comfort and hot sex ensues." It's tropey as hell, but well-written and with a sweet core.

A Q&A with the Advice Columnist Called 'Sugar' Sugar is a wonderful writer; at the same time, this resonated with me as someone who has done her best writing wearing someone else's name.

Fanfic Flamingo Speaks For Me.

Title: Split (Or: How Casey Came Back To The Future, Version 2)
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: Some things can't be reduced down to unity.
Genre: Crack. Internal AU.
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Warnings: None.
Angst Level: Medium-low.
Universe: Mulder-containing.
Timeline: Takes place in 2035.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

A/N: This is probably the crackiest of the BTTF scenarios. And I love it, a little. Thanks to memories_child for the beta.

Anybody who thought the last one had echoes of Fringe...well, this one is worse.

(  'Well, that was interesting.'  )

My response to the "Amina Arraf" and "Paula Brooks" debacles.



( rest of photos under cut, so as not to be a dick )

( click the cut for the text in the photos if you can't read it. )

From nahurriyeh family

...I honestly don't know whether to count this as a piece of fan art, or as a solution to the photo scavenger hunt for both "trenchcoat" or "round wirerim glasses" items.

Votes?

(Yes, btw, this is the wig from this photo. And, yes, I realize I have a problem.)