Hope you received the Mulder and Krycek Sims okay. Did Living Large or what
ever they're calling it in Brazil install all right? Just remember, keep
them away from the telescope. So far aliens have abducted them both five
times in my game!
Love, Ursula
Mulder slunk furtively into the darkened building. It was no more than a
run-down shack, supposedly the headquarters of a dying mine. Ha, Mulder knew
better. And not just because the tourist bureau listed the Conspiracy as
their fifth largest employer either, although that made the trail just a
little easier to follow.
Mulder looked down the dark echoing hole. Here was more proof. The
shaft...the evil old men were always giving it to him. He summoned the
creaking lift, feeling a little sick as it lurched its way through the
darkness. Thump. It landed on the floor of the mine. Mulder looked at the
bank of elevators and chose one.
That was also simple enough. Floors one through five were labeled: Smoke
Shop, Manicures, Hot Oil treatments, Smoking rooms, and Souvenirs. So it had
to be six, an ominous white button with no label. Mulder found that the
button was already pushed. He tried not to consider what that meant.
As he struggled with the door that kept snapping at his hand like a badly
fed crocodile, Mulder was aware of a sensual, familiar, loathed, sexy,
smoky, hot leather, hot skin scent. Krycek, fucking Krycek....and why did
that bring entirely the wrong thoughts to his head?
"Krycek!" Mulder shouted, "You scum sucking, two-faced rat bastard! What are
you doing here? How did you get down here anyway?"
Krycek chuckled, a sound that made Mulder think about how good that deep
rippling laughter would feel if those kewpie doll lips were wrapped around
his cock. Krycek replied, "Mulder, I was in the elevator right next to you!"
Mulder gasped and asked, "How did you know that?"
Krycek looked shyly down at the floor and then slowly looked up through the
adornment of jet-black lashes. "I looked." He admitted.
Outraged, Mulder leapt at Krycek's throat, "You bastard! No one looks in an
elevator. You stare at the ceiling! Even a rat bastard should know that."
Mulder impetuous charge sent them both cracking through a metal door,
labeled, "Danger, Danger!" (This means you Mulder and Will Robinson too!)
Mulder landed on Krycek whose breath parted company from his lungs with a
huge whoosh. The bastard didn't take long to recover, although he did manage
to get in some interesting hip lunges and writhing beyond the call of duty.
He kicked like a kangaroo on steroids, (Incidentally, a shaved version of
that very animal managed to compete in the broad jump events at the Olympics
until picketing lemurs protesting species discrimination outed him.)
Mulder lunged after Krycek and both of them crashed into a large array of
blinking lights, monitors, whirligigs and Rube Goldberg devices. Alex had
just enough time to grind out, "Muhhlllder, shiiiiiih!" before a large flash
sent them spinning down, down, down into a rabbit hole like darkness. Oh,
my!
Honesty cheerily sang to one of her many cats as she sat in front of her
monitor. She happily opened her two e-mail attachments and dropped them into
the Maxi-Sims-Game Data Skins folder. She unzipped them and eagerly started
her game. Now this really made the expense worthwhile. She laughed as she
noticed that Ursula had included Skinner and Scully. She didn't even bother
to open their files. Walter just wasn't her type. No, Mulder and Krycek were
the only pair for her.
What was that? A flash of blue light ignited on her screen. She jumped back
with a pretty scream and waited for worse. Hmm, nothing and the game
continued to load. Cautiously, she sat back down; noticing her cat still
crouched with a raised back and a spitting expression on the couch. Well,
she had startled it and they were slow to forgive. Later, she would do some
laundry and let the cat sleep in the basket of clean, warm clothes.
Now, her instructions were to select the Sims skins from the Create A Family
screen and to place them on lot two. The huge, comfortable house could then
be downloaded for free so the little Sims could enjoy life from the start.
The tiny perfect copies of Mulder and Krycek enchanted Honesty. She looked
closely and saw that every tiny feature was there. The Krycek clone even had
lovely long eyelashes. She chose a nice suit for Mulder and, of course, a
leather jacket, black sweater, and tight blue jeans for Krycek. There...
Honesty knew that the personality had to be selected carefully for each Sim.
Her choices were neat, outgoing, active, playful, and nice. She chose a high
outgoing social score for both, more active points for Mulder and no neat
points for the FBI agent since everyone thought that he was a slob anyway.
Krycek had one more nice and social point than Mulder. Both of them had
exactly the same number of playful points. She looked to see if they were
compatible and saw that they should be irresistible to each other.
Now what was wrong? The two Sims should have been doing the usual thing,
bouncing on their heels waiting to enter the house. Instead, they appeared
out of the sky and fell on their little graphic behinds. Honesty was getting
a little worried. Maybe it was an X file?
Nevertheless, Honesty took the supernatural in stride. After all, as only a
few people knew, she had once been an ocean sprite until she fell in love
and married. Marriage, as anyone who knew sprites could tell you, scaled all
the fishy wonders from a girl and made her into a human woman. Honesty took
it in good stride. After all she had a wonderful husband and a lovely
daughter. And a sprite did get a little tired of raw fish as a diet. What
with e-mail and RatB, it was nearly as effective as whale song for
communication so she didn't regret her choice too much.
Honesty downloaded the house. It was perfect...a bit gloomy for Mulder with
a ghost or two just for him. A hot tub for Alex who might share Cory Raines'
taste for them. She put a Servo, which was a jolly helpful robot, on each
floor and even installed an elevator so they wouldn't get tired running up
and down the stairs. The maid and the gardener were already hired so the
only thing left was to warm up the Sims to each other. Ursula said her set
fell in love immediately and even danced with joy after making love in the
vibrating bed.
Honesty saw the blue outline first and a moment later the house appeared,
complete with Olympic sized swimming pool and gardens. It was very pretty
with a white balcony all around the front, Monticello doors by the pool, and
the expensive stone castle wall all the way around it.
What was this? Instead of walking into the house or stupidly moving to see
some landscaping detail, both Sims looked terrified. The Krycek Sim tried to
jump into the Mulder's arms while that skin gave a girlish scream of fright.
Next the Mulder Sim rudely pushed the Krycek away and said something nasty.
Of course, they were speaking Simmish so Honesty could only tell by the
irate icons that appeared in the thought bubble. The Mulder skin then tried
to throw a punch at Krycek.
Honesty had just about enough. No more free will. She pointed her mouse and
clicked, 'Talk, joke, give gift, dance" to make the Krycek Sim court the
Mulder. Immediately, the Krycek Sim started to discuss alien abductions.
Naturally the Mulder Sim was interested although he still bounced on his
heels and seemed impatient. The joke didn't even start to raise the
relationship scores. In fact, Honesty noticed that the score was already in
the red fifty points when she checked to see how Mulder felt about Krycek.
On the other hand, Krycek had a green score of one hundred and a sad little
heart under Mulder's picture. Poor little Sim, the victim of unrequited
love...
Mulder landed on his delicate posterior on what appeared to be a well cared
for lawn. Krycek tumbled down right beside him, squeaking in a cute ratty
way with fear. They had both barely risen to their feet when a strange
blinding blue light flashed in front of them. Mulder felt rather than saw
Krycek leap into his arms. Hmm, this was nice. Krycek smelled clean and
sweet with just a touch of something very male that made Mulder's cock stand
up and take notice. Involuntarily, Mulder patted his terrified enemy. Not on
the back. On his round enticing ass. Little Foxy wiggled like a puppy and
wanted out to play.
Mulder leapt back before giving in. What on earth was he thinking? This was
Alex Krycek, scum sucking bastard, Consortium errand boy, and purveyor of
misinformation. Mulder pushed Alex away and raised a fist to slug the man.
But some implacable power held back his blow.
Krycek said, "I'm talking planned invasion, the colonization of this planet
by an Extraterrestrial race."
Hmm, that was familiar. Mulder, however, didn't mind reruns so he listened,
inexplicably warming to Krycek word by word. Krycek blinked at him when he
finished and opened his mouth to say something more, but instead, he
twitched. He grinned idiotically and asked, "Do you know what you get when
you cross an Oilien and a politician?" Not giving Mulder time to answer,
Krycek blurted out, "A politician that greases his own palm." Krycek slumped
his shoulders and looked around apprehensively. He said, "Mulder,
something's very, very wrong."
Mulder remarked, "Yeah? Besides a house appearing before our eyes? Come on.
We need to investigate, but if we find ruby slippers sticking out from under
the foundation, I get them."
Alex nodded, but another smile forced its way across his face. He whipped
out a nicely wrapped gift and presented it fawningly to Mulder.
Now what was the asshole trying to do? Mulder threw it down and stomped on
it. The wrapping crushed beautifully, but nothing was inside but air. Oddly,
however, he heard a breaking sound.
Alex said, "No, I won't! He'll kill me! Shiiiii..."
Mulder heard Alex's voice ask, "Shall we dance?"
Before he could laugh, gag, or punch, his arms went up and his hands met
Alex's. Waltz music played out of nowhere and they moved in graceful little
steps. As long as he had to dance with the scumbag, he might as well have
some fun. Mulder put his hand on Alex's ass and rubbed in slow circles as
their bodies echoed this motion on the lawn. Mulder found himself looking at
Alex tenderly. He wasn't so bad, was he? Pretty. And wasn't it nice that he
had two arms again?
The music stopped and Krycek's eyes grew very big. He tore off his very nice
black leather jacket and groped at the sleeve of the black sweater beneath.
He revealed a shapely arm, sparsely dusted with dark hair, ending in a
graceful hand. "Oh my God! I have two arms." Alex caught Mulder in a hug and
said, "Mulder, look, I have two arms. It's a miracle."
Feeling warm and oddly protective, Mulder said, "I see that. Alex, settle
down. Think. This is probably just a dream. We'll wake up and find ourselves
back in that lab."
"Do you really think so?" Alex asked, big green eyes softly gazing at
Mulder.
"I'm afraid so. Alex...something is compelling me to go inside." Mulder
added.
"Me too." Alex said.
Once inside they found a hallway with a staircase on each side and a door
marked like an elevator on the left. A table stood near the door and a
telephone near that. Classic paintings lined the halls, but mixed with them
were portraits strongly resembling Mulder, Alex, and even Skinner. Mulder
grabbed Alex as he spotted one and said, "What the hell is that?"
Alex cooed, "I like it. It's sweet."
Mulder said, "I never kissed you like that."
Krycek said, "You should have."
Mulder glared, but he was too curious to stick to the argument. He yelled,
"Is anyone here?"
No one answered. Mulder saw a Grandfather clock, which told him that it was
eight in the morning. On the wall, a moose's head with drooping antlers
winked at him. Mulder gibbered, "This isn't happening."
Alex said, "Wow, check out the kitchen. There's a robot."
Mulder wouldn't be outdone for quick recoveries and curiosity. He pushed
Alex aside and pressed a few buttons. The cylinder released a humanoid
robot, which put on a chef's hat and produced a plate of food from its body.
Alex said, "I think I'll grab a plate. Look it's prime rib. A little odd for
breakfast, but it smells so good."
Mulder shrugged and intended to go on searching, but he was suddenly
famished. He found himself seated at a banquet table chatting with Alex as
if they were the dearest of friends. After the meal, the robot took away the
dishes. Mulder heard a door slam and rushed toward the sound. A perky,
pretty woman dressed in a movie perfect French maid outfit had arrived.
Without a word, she began to walk about and clean. Mulder said, "Excuse me.
Whose house is this?"
The maid ignored him and continued to clean. Krycek walked over and waved
his hand in front of her eyes. She looked irate, but said nothing. Alex
remarked, "There's a gardener too, a hunky guy in the tightest coverall
you'd ever want to see, but he didn't even seem to know I was there. Hell, I
even pinched his buns."
Mulder growled, "You would."
Alex grimaced and said, "Excuse me. I have to go to the can."
Mulder did too. The need was so urgent that he followed Alex into a room
with a white door. It was certainly a bathroom, furnished with two toilets.
Oh well, not as if they hadn't been forced to share a facility before. But
Alex was suddenly quite modest and vehemently gestured for him to leave.
Mulder followed his compulsion to a smaller bathroom and took care of his
needs. As soon as he left the room, the robot entered and energetically
begin to clean. Mulder wondered what one of those would cost? He wasn't
aware that the technology was out there to program such a self-programming
machine. Still, it would be very handy.
A through examination of the house revealed nothing except a very uneven
taste in furnishings. Some of the furniture was beautiful and there was a
great deal of art on the wall as well as statues in odd corners. However,
some of the objects in the house were garish and ridiculous. Mulder found
Alex studying a bed with a heart shaped headboard, pink and purple satin
covers, and a coin box to operated a vibrator. Alex was just about to put a
coin into the change box when Mulder found him.
"Come on." Mulder ordered, dragging Krycek behind him. His handcuffs had
disappeared in the magical transference here...otherwise; Krycek would be in
them already.
"But I'm tired." Krycek complained. "Totally worn out."
Mulder said, "Well, we should stay together. We might not get back without
each other. I saw that on..."
"Star Trek." Krycek said, "But that doesn't make it true. Yeah, I watch
those old reruns too. Spock's hot and as for that little ensign, Chekov, I
bet he would just squeal every time you took him in that cute little round
behind."
Mulder slapped the side of Krycek's head and said, "Knock that off. What's
with you? You're usually not so preoccupied with sex."
Krycek grumbled, "That's what you think..."
Ursula,
What is going on with those Sims? I just tried to get Krycek to go to the
vibrating bed and just as he was about to get in, Mulder dragged him off to
the outside. Their relationship scores are a mess. Krycek's are way up for
Mulder, but I can't get Mulder's above fifty. And he keeps slapping Krycek!
Love, Honesty.
Honesty, @Brazilian Slash. Com
>"Krycek's are way up for Mulder, but I can't get Mulder's above fifty. And
he keeps slapping Krycek!"<
Honesty, I can't figure it out. Mine didn't do that. Actually, it sounds
pretty cool. More like some of our fan fiction. Just stick with it. I'm sure
they'll melt those sheets when they finally have a go.
Love, Ursula.
Honesty read the response and shrugged. She was a determined woman. After
all, had she not persuaded Ursula to write her an M/K story and leave her
precious Walter to sulk? Honesty turned the game back on.
Now what? Mulder and Krycek were standing on the edge of the sidewalk which
led off into a scary gray void. Krycek was holding back, but Mulder's face
was set in a grim line and he seemed to be forcing himself forward into the
void. Desperate to stop the Mulder Sim, Honesty clicked every possible
action from kiss Krycek to go to sleep. He still tried to march off into
space until the little Krycek Sim shrieked and dragged him back. A flurry of
a fight, complete with flailing legs and arms resulted.
When the dust cleared, the Mulder Sim was on top of Krycek and looking both
murderous and turned on. Honesty clicked "Kiss" a dozen times. Finally the
Mulder Sim got to his feet and obeyed, but promptly slapped the Krycek skin
until the poor little simulation wept bitterly.
Honesty said, "I wonder if I should try to make a different Mulder although
this one does seem to have an interesting personality. She was going to the
create-a-family screen when the Goths showed up. That made Honesty cross
because she had really intended to delete them. She had decided that the
Mulder-Krycek family should have time alone to work out their problems.
Honesty's eyes narrowed as she had a frankly evil thought. Well, maybe, she
could use the Goths.
An evil glint in her eyes, Honesty immediately set Krycek to talking to
flirtatious Bella Goth. Bella wore her hair in a mass of upswept curls. She
was tightly clad in a sparkling cocktail dress and wore three-inch heels.
Bella had a pretty, petulant face and her outgoing far exceeded her nice.
Her husband, Jonathan, was quite nice and outgoing although not playful. He
was a slim man who wore a neat goatee and mustache. He had warm brown eyes
with laugh wrinkles. His face was long and fine boned with a generous mouth,
really handsome in a fifties- movie kind of way.
Jonathan kept Mulder occupied although Mulder still seemed very upset.
Meanwhile, Krycek invited Bella into the house and headed for the kitchen.
By the time, Jonathan and Mulder entered, the two had disappeared into the
hot tub.
Honesty laughed. "It's for your own good." She lectured the Mulder Sim as
she compelled him to go to the hot tub.
Bella and Alex were just getting out. They were of course nude, thanks to a
little extra program that Ursula had zipped over. Bella seemed to like what
she saw and no wonder. Honesty had never seen such a detailed and beautiful
male Sim. His body was a little small on the screen, but a magnifying glass
allowed her to examine every detail. How interesting, the tiny Sim has a
scar on his left arm. It must have been a personalized nude skin for the
character. Honesty moved the glass lower and saw that Alex's adorable little
cock was standing up and saying hello to Bella. She, being so outgoing,
grabbed Alex and kissed him. A picture of the vibrating bed flashed above
their heads.
Mulder saw this and an image of slapping Bella appeared in the thought
bubble above his head. No sooner seen than done. He slapped Bella and
dragged the naked Krycek Sim away from her.
Miffed, Bella strutted away. Jonathan wandered by and the pair decided to go
home, an image of crossed out fun objects in the joined thought balloon over
their heads.
Mulder slapped his own forehead in frustration since Krycek had moved out of
hitting range. The man in the beard and mustache was friendly and chatty,
but exceedingly uninformative.
Mulder pointed at the house and asked, "Have you seen that house before?"
"Of course not! Why do you think we strolled by? We only initiate visits to
newcomers. After that we have to be invited or invite you. What do you do
for a living? I'm on the paranormal track." Jonathan said.
Mulder shrugged and flipped open his FBI ID. Only it also said he was a
paranormal investigator. Jonathan looked pleased and said, "Why only the
other day, the aliens abducted my two children. I was about to investigate
when they were returned. Of course, I was a little distracted. Bella had a
little accident at the chemistry table and turned herself into a zombie. She
broke half of our objects and kicked all my gnomes to pieces. My, I'm hungry
and I smell food. Your beautiful companion seems to have cooked. Why don't
we go in and eat?"
Leaving Jonathan to another plate of prime rib and fixings, Mulder went to
look for Krycek. Bella Goth should be warned, he decided, about the kind of
evil man with whom she was consorting. Mulder saw them getting out of the
hot tub nude. Steam rose from Alex's sleek body and he seemed quite relaxed
except for one part which pointed erectly toward Bella who was just as nude
as he.
Before Mulder could say a word, Bella grabbed Alex and kissed him. Stars,
hearts, and smoke rose from the hot, passionate smooch. Mulder's eyes
narrowed as he followed her hands down to where they kneaded Alex's fine
firm peach of an ass. "Mine!" he thought, his thought balloon bursting into
flames. He grabbed Alex and thrust him possessively behind him. His hand
lashed out and slapped the woman before he could stop himself. The last time
he had felt this jealous was when his best childhood friend was given a
signed, "Real", Star Trek phaser.
Mulder whipped Alex around and looked deeply into his startled green eyes.
"You do not kiss anyone but me." He ordered. Those lips, that mouth, yielded
to him, melting like honey beneath his frenzied kisses. Alex writhed against
him, rubbing his naked body frantically over Mulder's expensive suit.
Mulder's hands took a double grip of Alex's ass cheeks and massaged the
velvety soft skin. "The bed," he gasped.
Since Alex's clothing had not reappeared, Mulder had to produce the coin to
run the bed. He was not sure how he knew that it wouldn't work otherwise,
but the knowledge was there. His clothing dissolved without him touching it
and he jumped beneath the covers, patting the bed for Alex to join him.
The two of them fell upon each other as if this was their long delayed
salvation, as if every moment of their lives was a lead in to this. Mulder
kissed Alex's mouth, his trembling eyelids, and his long column of a neck.
He found his head and Alex's disappearing under the covers where they
nibbled on each other's nipples, sucked on belly buttons, before finding the
heated irons that demanded attention. Their graphically excited bits swelled
and throbbed until both of them hissed and screamed, "Yessss" as they came.
It was very strange to feel compelled to hop out of bed, each danced a
little victory shuffle, and then they rushed to shower, but that's what they
did. Their clothing reappeared as soon as they stepped out of the cubicles.
Alex said, "I don't know about you, but I want more."
Mulder looked at Alex, really looked at him. He seemed outlined with pink
glowing hearts. His every move was pleasing. Why hadn't Mulder seen it
before? Perhaps this was paradise and they had died. If so, this was the
perfect afterlife. Mulder said, "Alex, I love you. Why couldn't I see it
before? I think I always have. We have to find a way to stay together if we
get home again."
Alex said, "I love you too, Mulder, but I've always known that. And I don't
know if I want to go home. Here, well, I can't explain it, but if Spender or
any of the bad guys appeared, somehow I know that there's some creature
above us that would just dump them in the swimming pool to drown."
Mulder said, "But Scully, Skinner, our mission..."
Alex smiled, a beatific glowing smile that made him look demented. "What can
be more important than true love? Mulder, let's go back to bed."
Alex's clothing dissolved as soon as he put a quarter in the coin box.
Mulder thought, 'Oh what the hell!' and leapt in right after his newfound
lover. A soft moan emerged from Alex's chest when they kissed. One thing led
to another and without so much as a condom or lube, Mulder found himself
moving in and out of Alex's heated insides. Oddly Mulder found that it was
perfectly easy to penetrate Alex without so much as a drop of spit and his
pale golden haunches were surely the gates of paradise. And by the sighs and
the moans, the rough voiced growl of Alex's pleading voice, it was just as
good for him.
This time they were too tired to get out of bed. They fell asleep sticky and
satiated, but utterly happy in each other's arms. Mulder had Alex's head
cradled in his arms and stroked his lover's short soft hair until he was too
drowsy to move.
Honesty beamed and saved the game. Despite the bad start, this had gone very
well. She would like to play longer, but there was supper to make, cats to
feed, and e-mail to check. Perhaps, she would even start on a sequel to her
fairy story.
Mulder woke up first. He was warm, sticky, stinky, and very, very content.
Alex groaned and tried to snuggle in closer when he moved, but Mulder said,
"Wake up, sleeping beauty. It's a new day."
Alex grumbled, but got out of bed. They stumbled into the big bathroom
adjoining their bedroom and each hopped into a shower. Mulder sang a few off
keynotes, noticing that the hot water never ran out in this cockeyed world.
There were fresh toothbrushes in the medicine cabinets above the skins and
both of them brushed their teeth. Clothes had magically appeared; they were
the same as yesterdays, but at least smelled clean.
Alex cheerfully said, "You can look around some more. I'll cook breakfast."
Mulder nodded. He had noticed a computer at a desk in a little
office-library type of room. He sat in the chair and started the computer.
Interesting enough the operating systems was called "Portholes", but it was
enough like windows for him to start the computer and explore its programs.
There were games, but no net access. A popup screen kept asking if he wanted
a job. Frustrated he turned it off. He was hungry and could smell welcoming
breakfast odor from the kitchen.
This time chatting with Alex over a meal seemed normal. He noticed that the
wall lights were self-igniting candles. Alex looked beautiful in the
flickering light. Mulder had never seen his enemy so relaxed and happy. He
looked as young as he had when Mulder first met him, but even then he had
been constantly tense.
This time they had no problem using the same bathroom.
The maid showed up and the gardener, both still as oblivious as the day
before. The house yielded no further clues. It was just a big comfortable
house equipped with a pool table, pinball machine, electric train, big
screen TV's, bar, and a swimming pool. After watching 'Casablanca" on the
mystery channel, Mulder said, "Come on, Alex, let's go for a swim. Might as
well enjoy this if we can't get out."
No Speedo for either of them. Their clothes dissolved once they each stood
on a diving board. They took that in stride. After a few dives and two
lengths of the pool, Mulder was exhausted. "Let's take a nap and then make
love for the rest of the day." He said to Alex.
Alex yawned and said, "Sure. Funny how time flies here and how sleepy you
get. I've never slept so much in my life."
Mulder said, "Me either, but I suppose it doesn't matter. I checked our bank
account and we have ninety-nine thousand dollars in it."
Alex said, "Well, we may eventually run out of money. I noticed that every
meal costs twenty dollars and, of course, we need money to run the bed."
Mulder almost drooled at that thought. He said, "Lots of coins, a Fort Knox
of them. Come here, beautiful"
After a nap and three rounds in the love bed, Mulder and Alex again bathed
and ate. Mulder decided to see if the library held any information about
this place while Alex agreed to tackle the computer and see if he could get
net access.
Mulder found that the books were hardly useful. They were mostly classics
although seen through a fun house mirror. "Oliver Twisted" was about a young
orphan who achieves fame and fortune through inventing a dance craze. "A
Tale of Two Civets" was the story of wild cats caught in a jungle
revolution. Mulder gave up and decided to see how Alex was doing.
Alex emerged from the computer and looked around for a final screw.
Naturally, Mulder gave him one.
Some time later, Alex announced, "Well, I had to open it up and wake up some
sprites, make a floppy disc into a hard drive by sending it some hot phone
sex, but I've done it. You can e-mail Scully. I can't guarantee how long
this jury rig will last, but give it a try."
Fingers shaking with emotion, Mulder wrote,
Scully300@FBIWaDC
Scully, I might only be able to send this one message. I want you to know
that I am alive and happy. I am in love with Alex Krycek and we are together
in the best place that you can imagine. I'll miss you and Skinner, but
believe me. I am finally happy. Don't make me into your Samantha. Go on with
your life and think good thoughts.
Love Mulder
"Think that she will believe that?" Alex asked. "I wouldn't just let you go
that easily."
Mulder grinned and said, "You wouldn't?"
"Hell, no, that summer that you played dead? I looked for you everywhere,
every day. I just knew that I would know it if you were really dead. And
see, I was right."
Mulder tugged Alex over to the couch for some necking. And maybe another
trip upstairs to the love bed. Even if none of the bedding fit it except the
purple and pink satin horrors. Mulder nibbled on Alex's ear, moved down to
the corner of his jaw and then tilting up the delicate jaw to suck on Alex's
soft throat.
"Blood sucker" Alex accused.
"I have better things to suck than that." Mulder argued, heading lower.
"Upstairs!" gasped Krycek. "I have a roll of quarters."
Scully clutched her head in weary hands. Her South American trip had yielded
clues. Indeed, she had found Mulder's clothing, his FBI badge, his gun, his
phone, and a half eaten bag of sunflower seeds. She also found a leather
jacket with eight separate ID cards, a black sweater, and an artificial arm.
The pictures all showed Alex Krycek. If that were not enough to show Mulder
was in enemy hands, some clown had put a large sign, which said, "Clue" on a
smashed heap of equipment.
That was as far as she could trace her partner. It was as if he had fallen
down a hole. Scully switched on her computer and hit the net. Perhaps the
Lone Gunmen had traced down some rumor, some odd happening that would allow
her to find her soul mate, her oblivious foxy Mulder.
Scully exclaimed, "Damn, look at all the e-mail!"
Delete...real estate deal. Delete...Get Rich Quick...Save...foxy naked men.
Forward: Cookie recipe for her mother.
What was this? E-mail sent from Brazil? Honesty @Brazilian Slash. Com had
sent her a message. Scully opened it and found that the message claimed to
be from Mulder. Shocked she read it twice and then phoned Walter Skinner.
A few hours later, they were in route to an airport. Skinner had masterfully
ordered a trace on the e-mail address, purchased them tickets, and drawn
travel checks for them.
Scully knew that somehow Krycek was behind this. She looked at the
comfortingly solid figure of her chief and said, "Krycek and Mulder...as if
I would believe that!"
Skinner seemed very distressed. He rubbed his baldpate and grumbled, "But I
wanted to play too!"
Scully looked at him with concerned amazement and asked, "What did you say,
Sir?"
Skinner blushed, but firmly answered, "I said Krycek would pay too."
Well, that wasn't what Scully had heard! However, Skinner was the one with
the big agency credit card so she just nodded and said, "You're right."
Honesty had just seen her husband off to work. Her daughter would drop by
later so now was the time to kick back and see what her Sims were doing.
The game loaded and she eagerly clicked the correct house. Oh, how sweet,
they were kissing. She just let the Sims move about on their own. To her
happy surprise, they went to the love bed and stayed there for much longer
than her other Sims had ever done. The relationship scores for each of them
were at a hundred. All of their mood scores were green. Honesty's only gripe
was that she couldn't make Mulder and Alex that happy on the TV show!
A crack of thunder outside made her and every one of her cats jump. The
storm was brewing. Winds whipped the Flanboiant trees and the purple martins
were squawking and heading for cover. Honesty was surprised. It was odd
weather for this time of year. Shivering, she decided to turn the computer
off in case lightening struck near by.
Honesty was half way across the room when someone pounded on the door. A
little nervously, she opened it. Oh my God, it was Skinner. She knew him
instantly although close up she noticed that he was even more muscle bound
than he appeared on screen. Next to him, drenched from the rain, was an
irate, fire eyed Scully.
Both of the X-Files characters shoved her aside. Scully shouted, "Krycek,
you rat bastard, stop hiding. I know that you're here."
Honesty was a woman of quick wits and courage. Even if they were FBI agents,
they had no right to be searching her home. Not without one of those
things...a search warren? No, that wasn't right. That would be a lookout for
rabbits. Right, search warrant. She put her hands on her hips and tried to
look Scully in the eyes. Too short. All right, Skinner, she glared at him
although her gaze was only mid-chest to him.
Honesty said, "You don't have a search warrant."
Skinner said, "This is Brazil, Ma'am, it wouldn't be any good anyway. You
look like a kind woman. Not someone who would stand by and let a good agent
be hurt. We received e-mail from your ISP that we traced to here. It was
from an FBI agent called Fox Mulder. We have reason to believe he and a
wanted criminal, Alex Krycek, were on your premises."
Honesty felt a very hot flash zap from her toes to her green-toned brown
hair. A little hint of a clean ocean breeze wafted from her formerly
sprightly skin. She said, "You can bet that if Alex Krycek was here, I would
know it. The same with Fox Mulder. Go ahead and search."
Scully stepped on her cat's tail twice. Honesty rather thought it was on
purpose. They looked under the beds, in the closets, and even in her dryer.
It was all very silly. The agent and director were becoming increasingly
upset.
Scully said, "I want to examine your computer." With not so much as a "By
your leave", Scully sat down and opened her net connection. The irate woman
slapped a disc into one of the drives and Honesty's personal connection to
the net opened as easily as a hot knife slid through butter. Scully spat
"Look at this, sir. She has tons of e-mail from Ursula. You know she's part
of the conspiracy."
Honesty was shocked. She said, "I can't believe that! Ursula works for
Spender? She said she was a social worker in real life."
Scully said, "Not that conspiracy! An even more terrible conspiracy. The
one that says Mulder will never love me and wear flannel pajamas while he
sings to our eight children that we end up having because I don't believe in
birth control because of my religion. The conspiracy that says Mulder loves
the Rat Bastard, or sometimes even Skinner and Mulder. Ursula is a devil and
her grammar is lousy too!"
Skinner had a glazed look in his eyes. His hand stroked his nipples through
his suit. "I rather like her myself."
Scully rolled her eyes so hard that they were momentarily stuck in the back
of her head. Honesty was really trying to help when she slapped Scully to
make them come forward. Really...even if it did mess up Scully's hair and
make her bite her lip. The slap also made Scully's hand click the Sims
Living Large icon. The game slowly opened as Scully angrily redid her make
up.
When Scully looked at the screen next, she asked, "What is this?"
Naturally, being a very intrusive little person, she clicked the bigger
house on the screen. Honesty nervously looked; Mulder and Krycek were still
at it in bed. Well, Scully wouldn't know, would she? It appeared on the
screen as a rapidly moving lump under bedding.
Scully's inquisitive mind was on alert. She said, "Why are you so nervous?"
and covered the mouse as Honesty tried to click the scene closed.
Honesty could just melt into an oceanic puddle on the floor. Mulder and
Krycek chose that moment to hop out of bed, dance happily, and start kissing
all over again.
Scully peered at the screen amazed. She said, "They look so real except my
Mulder would never kiss Krycek like that."
Skinner looked and agreed, "You're right. He must be tired. That was a short
kiss. In the stories I've read, you really have to wonder if the man has
gills. He really doesn't take time to breathe."
Scully stared at the assistant director in shock until he looked away,
decided that his glasses were dirty, and polished his wire rims.
Any further speculation ended as a lightening bolt hit the house. Everything
went dark for a moment and then an eerie blue light poured from the
computer. Honesty groaned. She couldn't afford to buy a new computer.
But what was this? Two figures passionately kissing appeared. The house
lights came on and the computer screen went back to normal. Honesty's toes
curled. Mulder. Krycek. Naked. Kissing. Mulder's hands kneading Alex's ass.
Alex writhing. One leg pressed forward just as it had in the phone booth
scene but this time he was definitely doing it in an attempt to get closer
to his lover. Both of them were making purring sounds.
Scully screeched, "Mulder! What are you doing?"
Mulder parted lips from Krycek and dazedly looked about. He spotted Scully
and Skinner and offered a cheesy smile. "Um, hi, I guess you received my
e-mail. I told you I was fine. I'm fine and Alex is the finest."
Scully pulled Mulder away from Krycek and yelled, "I'm going to arrest him."
Honesty had enough. She jerked Scully's hands away and said, "Oh just stop
it. Join a singles club or something. Can't you see you're interfering with
true love?"
Scully's chin quivered, but Skinner said, "She's right, Scully. Just look at
them."
Everyone did. Naked Mulder. Naked Krycek. They looked. And looked again.
They looked until the boys were bored with the admiration. Krycek spotted
Honesty and asked, "Don't I know you from another story?"
Honesty said, "Well, that was an alternate universe, but I'm glad that I
made an impression. Can I get you anything?"
"Clothes, I guess." Said Krycek.
Mulder agreed.
Honesty winced. Not exactly what she had in mind. She was thinking more
about chocolate syrup, whipped cream and a camera.
Thirty minutes later, the four visitors piled into the car Skinner had
rented. Honesty had helped the lovers reserve a honeymoon suite at the best
hotel in the city. It might not have a purple and pink vibrating bed, but
she was sure that the real Mulder and Krycek would make do.
As for Skinner and Scully, Honesty sent them on an ocean cruise to take
their minds off their crushed hopes. Besides, if she felt vindictive, she
might ask daddy or mommy to rock the boat. She might be human now but she
still had the family connections.
Honesty grinned. Ursula would be so jealous. She never had Mulder and Krycek
in her own hot little hands. And Honesty had persuaded the pair to pose for
a series of delightful pictures. It had not taken much to get them to agree.
After all, it was her birthday and she deserved every lovely gift that she
had received.
Happy Birthday, Vera!
Babes In Simland
by Ursula
Honesty, @Brazilian Slash. Com
