Subj:        It Was a Dark & Stormy X-File... (Slash BadFic)
Date:   98-01-19 19:10:51 EST
From:  Necrom99
To:     EMXC
Sent on:        AOL 3.0 for Windows 95 sub 64

I apologize for sending the submission this way, but this is so small...
I'm posting this with my friend Linda's permission (she is the true
author). I was telling her about the X-Files badfic, & she thought she'd
try her hand at it...


Mulder ran a hand distractedly through his endearingly-tousled locks, as
the wind whipped his trenchcoat so that it molded revealingly to his taut,
delectable ass. He ignored the greedy leers of Byers and Langley (Frohike
was still hopelessly hetero, and gaped instead at the lithe gams of
Mulder's russet-tressed partner), and narrowed his translucent hazel eyes
as he peered into the darkness, unaware of how the shadows across his face
deliniated the little-boy vulnerability of his full lips.

"Scully!" he called, his mouth curving into a snarl that would have done
the young Elvis proud. "Where the hell is this mysterious informer we're
supposed to meet? I'm freezing my balls off!" As Langley proffered a hand
towards the mentioned frosty region, Mulder slapped it away. "Later, you
dork. I haven't even gotten a chance to be thrown accidently against
Scully during some altercation yet, and we're into the second paragraph of
this dubious tale." Langley stalked off, making sure that Mulder caught a
glimpse of the way the muscles of his manly torso moved beneath the
not-too-clean fabric of his Chupacabras t-shirt. Mulder did notice, his
bestubbled jaw dropping a little before he turned to his gorgeous partner.
(His partner *Scully*, not Frohike. That comes later, after Mulder has a
chance to further confuse the studly little hacker's sexual orientation.)

Scully turned, her ephemeral beauty glowing like a beacon in the clinging
darkness. She kicked at the clinging darkness with a dainty, high-heeled
foot, and smirked with satisfaction as it retreated, yelping. She smirked
even more when a four-foot-high, vaguely-alien being charged out of the
shadows, bumping her so that she fell heavily against Mulder.

Scully felt Mulder's hands roming in ways that had nothing to do with
helping her regain her balance, but he still mouthed the obligatory
"Scully? Are you all right? And did you see that alien run past?"

Langley, seeing that the scripted Mulder/Scully grope had already
occurred, edged hopefully up behind Mulder, looking for a gap in the
trenchcoat material ....

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And I'll leave it at that, for all our sakes.