TRILOGY: 817 Words

Trio: A 188-Word Challenge
by JHJ Armstrong
Rating: PG
Summary: This was inspired (?) by the summary for the story
"I Don't Remember How It Happened" by Merri-Todd Webster: 
"Mulder/Scully/Skinner. Mulder/Krycek. Slash. Mulder 
discovers that both his partner and his boss have feelings 
for him and for one another, but a past relationship may 
interfere with their chances for happiness as a trio."
Dedication: To EPur, who triple-dog-dared me with "oooh"s.
This one's a triple-feature, folks. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not in a million years. Or even eight seasons.

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Mulder was naked in his bed. There was a knock on the door.
A muffled voice asked, "Mulder?" It was Scully. 

Mulder didn't get up. He was "busy." 

He heard Scully use her key. She walked into the bedroom. 
Soon, Mulder and Scully were naked in the bed together.

Another knock. Mulder went commando in shorts and no shirt 
to the door. It was Skinner. Skinner drooled. He carried 
Mulder into the bedroom. Scully saw them. Scully drooled. 
Then Skinner and Mulder and Scully were naked in the bed 
together.

Another knock. Nobody went commando anywhere. But Krycek 
had a lockpick. Krycek walked into the bedroom and snarled, 
then stomped out to the hallway. 

Mulder gave chase. Naked.

"Krycek!" he pleaded. "Stop!"

Krycek never listened.

Mulder tried not to whine. "Please?"

Krycek flipped him off with his prosthetic hand -- a 
stunning feat of agility -- and left.

Suddenly, Mulder realized he loved Krycek. He made the 
crumply crying face.

Then, Skinner and Scully dragged his naked ass back to the 
waterbed and the carnal pleasures of boss and partner. All 
was right with the world.

THE END (ER, NOT *QUITE*)
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Duo: A 188-Word Challenge
by EPurSeMouve
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to JHJ Armstrong's "Trio."  Go and read it.
Followed by "Uno", a joint effort.  Read that, too.  
Keywords: Do I have to put songfic if it's meant as a 
parody of songfic?
Dedication: To Piglet, for having madness in spades, and 
being willing to share.  The song, Collin Raye's "That Was 
A River" was her choice.  Hers.  
Disclaimer: If I ever run into David Duchovny at a party, 
I am going to be so embarrassed... 

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Duo
By EPurSeMouve
epursemouve@goplay.com
http://www.goplay.com/epursemouve/

The past few weeks, Mulder and Scully and Skinner had been 
dealing with their attraction to each other in a most 
pleasant way.  But Mulder still missed Krycek very much.  

Yes, he had only one arm.  But he knew what to do with it.  

One night in the afterglow, Skinner went all nanite-y.  
Mulder ran out "to investigate."  Scully was better at 
playing doctor, though not as good as ... 

Krycek was in the stairwell, running away.  In his panic, 
Mulder could only think of song lyrics.  

"I've seen that look before.  Here comes that doubt again.
You thought that girl we saw was more than just a friend," 
he yodeled.   

Krycek stopped moving.  Mulder kept singing.  
 
"Yes there was a time, I thought she had it all.  She meant
the world to me back when the world was small.  But nothing
compares to this deep devotion.  That was a river.  This is
the ocean."

"But what about Skinner?" Krycek asked.  

Mulder tried to remember the next verse.  But before he 
did, Krycek had already walked away.  

Mulder's true love.  Gone once more.  

He made the crumply crying face again.   

THE END (BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!)
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Uno: A 156-Word Challenge
by JHJ Armstrong and EPurSeMouve
Rating: PG
Summary: And then there was one.
Disclaimer: Sometimes we think 1013 has no sense of humor.
And if you can't laugh at yourself, what good are you? ;P
Notes: The madness continues. This is dedicated to 
Merri-Todd Webster. Even if she doesn't know it, this is 
all her fault. End of a very short, very silly series. 
"Trio" came first, then EPur's "Duo." Read those first. 

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Today, Krycek turned 32. Alone. Green eyes, nice ass, one 
arm. 

He didn't like being alone. But tough rebels with leather 
jackets weren't supposed to wallow. 

He decided he'd do something constructive. Like make a 
cake.

After his shower. He often felt a need to get wet and 
naked.

He soaped the end of his stump and thought of Mulder.

He'd never taken a shower with Mulder before. Mulder 
probably hogged the soap. 

He thought about the same bar of soap touching him and 
Mulder. It made him sad again. Why couldn't they just make 
up and settle down? 

Quickly, he turned to thoughts of leather jackets and cake,
and he wasn't sad anymore. Just hungry. He dripped to the 
kitchen. 

Four hours later, Krycek looked at his lumpy cake and 
cried. Not even leather jackets could help this time.

After all, how was a one-armed guy supposed to make a cake? 

Alone.


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REALLY, THE END. ;P

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