Follow-up to this post and a point-by-point recap of last night's events:
- Definitely thought I would be nervous, but as soon as I saw Neil waiting backstage from the vantage of my fourth row seat, all that went away.
- The event was a tribute to Ray Bradbury, with Neil and several actors reading different short stories and Neil talking about them in between. He started off the night by talking about being a TikTok meme ("Neil Gaiman, why are you in my falafel?") and how his time as a meme was almost up.
- There was an after party in the bar following the show, and the ticket I had purchased allowed me to attend. I didn't even realize Neil was there yet because he was so low profile and just chilling while a line began to form at his table.
- When I went up to him, he was very smiley and kind and soft-spoken. I mentioned really enjoying the Bradbury story he read ("The Homecoming") because it felt like an allegory for autism, for an autistic person in a family full of neurotypicals, and it really resonated with me. So we talked Ray Bradbury and writing and it was lovely.
- I also mentioned the tweets from a few years ago (here and here) that involved him commenting on a photo of me in a red bikini and me offering to cook him dinner if he came to New Jersey, and he remembered! Haha. He also still seemed very interested in the offer and said, "It's a date" and "We'll do dinner." Oh, Neil...
- At the end, I somehow finally remembered to tell him my name and said "I'm Amy" as we shook hands. To which he replied, "It's lovely to meet you, Amy. I'm Neil."
- After we took the picture, I wished Neil a good flight (the venue staff said they were trying to hurry up the queue because he had an early flight today) and safe travels, and he said "Thank you!" and was again so sweet and lovely and just a person.
- Didn't talk to Neil about anything Good Omens, but I did end up chatting with a woman who knows Rob Wilkins (someone waiting in the queue asked Neil how to get in touch with Rob and he pointed to this woman, so that was how I first became aware of her). Later on in the evening, after Neil left, we were on the other side of the bar and struck up a conversation about all things GO, Terry Pratchett, fandoms, Michael and David's chemistry, and much more. She also told me to follow her on Instagram and message her if I ever needed tips for navigating the overwhelm that is NYCC. A totally unexpected and thoroughly enjoyable conversation overall.
- Also got to talk with Yetide Badaki (who was in American Gods and one of the actors who performed last night) and she was beyond lovely. I complimented her performance and said how it was "like Siri, but less creepy" and she burst out laughing and asked if she could put that in her résumé. Haha. The topic of autism came up and she said how it was so important to her and how there needs to be more awareness. I mentioned being a professional speaker and that I've done a TED talk on autism, and she said she wanted to watch it. Again, completely unexpected interaction, but so delightful and so much fun.
My overall thoughts and takeaway from this is that real life is very, very much different and not the same thing at all as online fandom. It was incredibly refreshing to see Neil and talk to him in a non-fandom context, and to see how gracious he was with every person in line (adults, kids, couples, all of it). He signed books, took pictures with people, and hugged fans who seemed to be sharing particularly emotional moments. I feel like the fandom tends to treat Neil like some kind of god, but for me, I truly enjoyed seeing and getting to meet him as a person--charming, intelligent, funny, polite, and just a bit awkward...
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Passing the Time
While waiting for labs at the hospital, Scully helps Mulder pass the time.
Fictober day 6. Prompt: That's All? Easy.
For my dear friend Ingrid. 💓
February 7, 2018
George Washington Memorial Hospital
“How much longer did they say?” Mulder asked Scully as she closed the door and rejoined him in the hospital’s waiting area.
“Twenty minutes at least,” she replied and he sighed heavily.
“We’ve already been waiting for two hours.”
“Lab work takes time. You know that.”
“I do,” he said with a nod. “I also know that we’ve been out of the game for a while. Maybe there were advancements while we were away.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, picking up a random magazine as she sat down. “We haven’t been away from anything. You have. I worked in a hospital until very recently, remember? I am aware how long labs can take.”
“You know what I meant,” he said, rolling his eyes and she hummed. Glancing at the pages before her, but not finding much interest in them. “I guess I just forgot about the waiting part.”
“No, you’ve never been good at waiting,” she said, turning the pages with a sigh.
“In regard to some things,” he said and she turned her head to look at him. He shrugged and gave her a small smile.
“Hmm,” she hummed again, her attention back on the magazine. His leg bumped hers as he began to bounce it and she pressed into him, silently telling him to stop. “Don’t you have something you can do on your phone? A game to play or something you can read?”
“Not really.”
“You had that one game you were playing. Just do that and the time will go by faster,” she said, feeling as though she was speaking to a large child.
“But it’s boringgggg,” he said, dragging the word out dramatically while he bumped his leg into hers.
“Mulder,” she said, huffing out a laugh. “Twenty minutes is hardly any time at all. You’ll be fine.”
“At least twenty minutes. That’s what you said they said, right? So it could be more.”
“You wanna find a supply closet and make out?” she asked, turning her head and looking at him as he immediately stilled.
“You… you’re… seriously?”
“Of course not,” she said, looking back at the magazine and shaking her head. “We’re working.”
“If that’s the only hold up, I’ll take a rain check.”
“Sure,” she said, turning another page and not giving it much thought.
“I’m gonna hold you to it,” he said, his voice lower and she fought back a smile, enjoying teasing him.
“With or without clothing?” she asked, her voice also low.
“Definitely without,” he answered quickly and this time she was unable to hold back her smile. “Or whatever you prefer.”
She turned her head and held his eyes, seeing the desire within them. Leaning closer, she grazed his cheek with her own as she brought her lips close to his ear.
“I prefer without as well,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away.
He groaned softly and she smiled as her attention turned back to the magazine.
“Christ, Scully,” he breathed, putting his arm along the back of her chair and looking around the room.
“You gonna make it?” she teased and he laughed as he shifted in his seat.
“Honestly? Sometimes I don’t know, Scully.”
“I do enjoy keeping you on your toes. Or your back.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Can I offer any help to alleviate any discomfort you’re presently experiencing?”
“Yeah, you can stop talking,” he nearly growled.
“Or I could offer a distraction.”
“No, that’s how we ended up here.”
“A different kind of distraction,” she said with a laugh.
“I’ll be the judge. Let me hear it.”
“You consider yourself an intelligent man,” she stated, looking at the magazine. Pausing on a page, she considered the pair of pants the model was wearing.
“I do indeed, but I’m not sure I’m liking where this is heading.”
“You have an incredible memory. Some might say it's too incredible.”
“It’s definitely served me well,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing the left foot over the right. “In more ways than one.”
“Hmm,” she said, trying not to let her mind wander too far, knowing how well his memory had served in their sex life. Even from the very beginning, it was as though he had memorized every spot that made her cry out and beg him for more.
“So what did you have in mind?” he asked and she shook her head, pushing away those thoughts.
Later, she told herself. Definitely later.
“Make a list of all fifty states,” she said and he looked at her.
“A list of all the states? That’s your grand plan to help me pass the time?” he asked, moving his arm and sitting up, his brow furrowed even as he smiled. “List the states? That’s all? Easy.”
“And the capitals,” she said as he stood up, patting his suit jacket, most likely looking for a pen.
“What?” he asked, stopping and staring at her. “The capitals too?”
“You said listing the states was easy. We’ve got time to kill so… capitals too,” she said, turning a page and raising an eyebrow at him.
“Oh… you’re going to regret this. I’ll be done way before the labs are.”
“So you say,” she said, looking at the magazine. “Yet there you stand, writing nothing down.”
“Oh, you… you…” He shook his head, waving his finger at her. “I’m gonna find some paper and then… be prepared to be amazed.”
“I’m all a tingle,” she said with an exaggerated shiver.
“You… ha ha ha,” he said, walking out of the room to hunt down some paper.
She smiled as she put the magazine down and reached for another.
He was back quickly, heading to the small table in the corner of the waiting area, when she stood up and stopped him.
“Give me your phone.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“No,” she laughed. “Not for things like this. Gimme it.”
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. “I would never-”
“Dyspareunia,” she said, putting his phone in her pocket. “Thought of that word on your own to build off of your previous word spare?” She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged with his palms up, a guilty smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be holding onto your phone. Go on.”
“Bossy,” he said, as he continued past her.
“You love it,” she stated and he nodded, grinning at her.
“I absolutely do. Especially when-”
“Nope,” she said, pointing at the paper. “Get to writing.” He saluted as he sat down as she shook her head as she also sat down.
Quiet fell over the room and she was surprised when she realized ten minutes had passed without any interruptions. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw how focused he was as he wrote. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she set the magazine beside her, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes.
“Hey,” Mulder said softly and she opened her eyes. “It always amazes me how you can fall asleep anywhere.”
“Are you done?” she asked, sitting up and looking at the paper in his hand.
“Why yes, Miss Scully. I got all my homework done,” he said in a southern drawl, handing the paper to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes running over his words.
“You know,” he said as he sat down. “That was actually harder than I thought it would be.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s not surprising.”
“What are you trying to say?” he asked and she laughed quietly.
“Nothing about you in particular. It’s just not something we think about in our normal day to day life, so it’s not surprising that it proved to be somewhat difficult.”
“As long as it wasn’t a dig at my intelligence,” he said, sticking out his lower lip.
“I would never. Did I not call you an intelligent man earlier?”
“No. You stated that I considered myself an intelligent man.”
“Did I?” she asked, tapping her finger against the paper as she read.
Juneau, Alaska. Austin, Texas. Olympia, Washington.
“You did. Find any mistakes?”
“Not yet,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
“You won’t. Because, I have a fantastic memory, as I believe you said.”
“Ohhh. You were so close,” she said, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “I said you had an incredible memory, but it looks like I was wrong.”
“Fantastic… incredible. One would say they’re interchangeable,” he said, moving his hands as though weighing the words on a scale.
“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding in agreement.
Columbus, Ohio. Montpelier, Vermont. Bismarck, North Dakota.
“So what’s the word, Teach?” he asked as she folded the paper in half.
“All correct. One hundred percent,” she said, smiling as she turned her head to look at him.
“A hundred percent. That should get a gold star,” he stated and she sighed.
“Unfortunately, I’m all out of gold stars at the moment.”
“Huh…” he said, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “No gold stars? You got anything else of value? I mean… a perfect paper achieved by my incredibly fantastic memory… it deserves something.”
Smiling again as she leaned closer to him, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. Then again. Then once more, her lips lingering on his.
“Better than a gold star?” she whispered and he hummed as he kissed her before pulling back slightly.
“Much better,” he whispered back, bumping his nose gently against hers.
She pulled back further, smiling at him, her fingers scratching lightly at the stubble upon his cheek. He smiled and she dropped her hand with a sigh just as the door to the waiting area opened and the lab technician stepped inside.
“Agents, I have the results you’ve been waiting for,” he said and they both stood to their feet and followed the technician down the hall.
Though her focus was on the case and the new evidence they now had, her mind kept drifting to the softness of Mulder’s lips and how she wanted to feel them on hers again.
Without clothing this time, she thought. Most assuredly without clothing.
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