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A Red Love Bizarre or The Roswell Chest	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4-20-1999 {Micki}
Wow. I am *full*. We're all sitting in a booth at the diner that's near the hotel, and I think I just killed myself with a giant California burger. I clutch my exposed stomach and sip coffee with the other hand. Maybe the coffee will settle it down a little. "Ohh, I ate so much." I groan.
Ryan laughs, "Yeah, you did. I've never seen a woman take a burger like that." he jokes, "Sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."
"I'll second that; even Scully here has never eaten so fast, and I've seen her wolf down some snacks in the past six years." Mulder chuckles.
Dana whaps Mulder in the side and simultaneously nudges Ryan with her heel under the table, "The woman is a toothpick and was hungry as hell. How about giving her a little peace, will ya, guys?"
"Jeez, is she always like this?" Ryan responds from her attack, and Mulder nods.
"Thanks for coming to my defense, Dana." I smile at her, pinching Ryan's arm.
"No problem."
"I wonder what's going to happen if we don't get back in time." Ryan wonders as he rubs his arm.
"I've been wondering that myself." Mulder intercepts, "Seeing as that you're already alive in this time and there can't be two sets of you in the same space-time continuum, I could see there being potential problems with the outcome of your existence, as in you could get wiped out altogether."
"So if we don't find out how to reverse this we might not exist at all?" I set down my coffee cup with a loud clatter. This is too much.
Dana nods slowly, "Unfortunately, there is some logic to what Mulder is saying." she seems to agree, grudgingly.
Ryan puts an arm around my shoulders, "We can only hope that Jack and Rashid find it out in time. You know they can do it, Micki. They haven't failed us before."
I shake my head, "I really can't think about this right now. After everything that has already happened to us, the thought of not existing terrifies the shit out of me. I just want to scream, or get really drunk." I hiss at them. I'm freaking out; if we don't get this fixed, we potentially won't exist at *all*. No Michelle Foster. No Ryan Dallion. No Jack Marshak. Finished. Game over.
I start hyperventilating, and Ryan rubs my arms, trying to calm me down, "Why not?"
I slow my breathing down a bit, "Why not what?"
"Why don't we go out and have a few drinks, you guys?" Ryan asks all of us, "At least we won't have wasted away *worrying* about it if we are wiped out."
Mulder and Dana look at each other and shrug, "I suppose we could take you to a club in Portland." Mulder offers, "I figure we have nothing but thumbs-up-our-asses time for the rest of the night, anyway."
Dana smiles at me reassuringly, "I know if I was in your position, I would want to take advantage of life's joys. I agree, we should go."
Mulder summons the waitress for the check and Ryan gives me an affectionate squeeze. "It'll be alright, Micki." he says lowly into my ear, "We'll get through this."
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4-20-1999 {Scully}
I feel a little strange right now. I'm in a cotton lavender dress in a nightclub called Blitz with Mulder, Ryan, and Micki. I feel as if I'm on an inadvertent double date, which makes me a bit nervous. Especially since Mulder's wearing his standard issue black t-shirt/blue jean combo that always visually entices me.
Pardon me, but I'm a little buzzed right now. Micki begged me to do tequila shots with her as soon as we entered this establishment. Considering her situation, I couldn't deny her. I'd be scared shitless too if I knew that everything that I was and had worked for could be wiped out in less than a week.
Blitz is pretty interesting; it's a crush of young adults dressed in bright colors and shiny fabrics dancing along to a live band of two young Japanese girls called Cibo Matto. They're currently performing a song they called "Spoon", and the crowd has gotten pretty lively. We're situated in a small circle around two barstools at the end of the bar, and Micki and Ryan are proceeding to consume an excess of alcohol; Micki has already downed four tequila shots and a Tom Collins with extra cherries, and Ryan's had at least five Heinekens so far. Meanwhile, Mulder's still nursing his first Red Stripe, and I'm slowly sipping my own Tom Collins after the tequila shots, of which I've had two. At least the music is good. I never fail to feel out of place in nightclubs, but I feel like I'm here for a good cause.
Micki starts moving her hips along with the music as she downs her next drink, this time a Stoli-Pineapple juice. She empties the glass and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, "Dana, C'mon!" she slurs at me.
I can't help but laugh, "Okay." I say reluctantly.
We slip into the mass of bodies on the dance floor and start moving along to the beat together. She grabs my arm and gives me a twirl, and we crack up laughing. Maybe I'm a little more buzzed than I thought. The song ends and we clap enthusiastically. "This next song is called 'Flowers'." one of the cute Japanese girls onstage announces, and they immediately launch into a loungy, infectiously groovy tune.
"This is great!" Micki yells, proceeding to shake her hips and move her feet in a faux samba. I try to follow along as best as I can with her and notice Mulder and Ryan still at the bar, just *staring* at us.
I nudge Micki, "Look at those two over there." I giggle, "They look like they're seeing a two-headed monster in the room. Like we don't know how to have fun." I slam the rest of my Tom Collins, "Let's get 'em."
Micki laughs, "*Great* idea."
We continue our fake samba back over to Ryan and Mulder and I lean across Mulder to place my empty drink on the bar. Meanwhile, Micki's practically draped across Ryan's lap with her arms around his neck and they're both laughing hysterically.
"Fucking dance with us, you guys!" Micki yells between drunken laughter.
"What's a Fucking Dance?" Mulder jokes, placing an arm around my waist. I try not to buckle while Micki and Ryan howl in hysterics.
"Just c'mon." I slur, grabbing Mulder by the front of his shirt.
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4-20-1999 {Ryan}
Woo! I feel awesome! I got a buzz going like there's no tomorrow, because there might not be one in less than a week, but fuck it...I'm living in the now, and now is good. The band is playing this song they called "Sci-Fi Wasabi" and Micki and I are pogoing along with the rest of the crowd, arms around each other’s waists because I may be drunk, but Micki is near *wasted* already and we have to hold each other up for support. Luckily, Mulder and Scully are nearby to help us out if we fall.
They've gotta be less plastered than us. I hope.
Goddamn, Micki's sexy as hell. My fingers seem to burn against the bare skin of her hips, but I'm clutching them anyway. She doesn't seem to mind; she's laughing her ass off, actually. The band is AWESOME; two cute Japanese girls singing and rapping to swingy electronic lounge grooves, and I heard someone at the bar saying that one of those guys up there in the band was Sean Lennon, John and Yoko's son. They shift into a slightly slower song they call "King of Silence."
"Cool." Micki slurs a bit as she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine, "I can bounce no more. My chest was starting to hurt real bad." Her forehead makes contact with mine and I burst into man-giggles.
"I'll bet." I croak out as I catch my breath, "No support. Not like you need it, normally."
We pause and keep staring into each other's eyes as we move slowly along to the beat of the song, then slip back into giggles. "Ryan, have you been staring at my breasts?" Micki scoffs in mock offense.
"Yes. It's hard not to." I answer truthfully. Shit, what do I have to lose? We're still laughing, so it seems I did not offend.
Oh shit. I think she just got stabbed with my erection. Her eyes don't show a bad reaction though. She's still smiling, "Notice anything else while you were on your staring spree?" she kids me.
Did she just grab my ass? This has got to be the raddest night of my life! I go for broke, "You have a very spankable ass. And your hair always looks like you've just been fucked." I offer, rubbing the small of her back in languid circles. Booze has always been kind of a truth serum for me.
I prepare to be slapped as she pulls her forehead away from mine. Instead, she throws her head back and lets out a belly laugh.
This is really fun, being shitfaced together.
"Did you want to?" she asks, pressing a little closer to me.
"What?" I'm intoxicated. Damn, she's so sexy, it's hard to concentrate.
Micki takes my face in her hands and presses her mouth gently against mine, "Ryan, do you want to fuck?" she whispers against my lips.
"Holy shit yes," I say, giving in to kissing her, groping everything possible. It's hurried, frenetic, and passionate as hell. She wraps a leg around my waist and I grip a thigh to keep us from falling over. Micki's got one hand twined in my hair and the other is now gripping my ass. This woman is electric! Kissing her is like kissing a live wire. She's waking up every sense in my body with every nibble on my lips and grind of her hips into mine.
"Get a room!" someone yells at us from the crowd.
We burst into laughter, not really stopping making out, but she does put her leg back down on the ground and we try to calm it down slightly. I can't stop kissing her though. How quickly I've become addicted. I move my lips down to her neck to have a taste.
"They're right, you know." she says.
"Mmm?" I murmur, sampling the gorgeous spot around her neck/collarbone area.
Micki pulls me up face to face with her and we grin loopily at each other for a second, "We need a room." she says slowly, gripping my upper thigh.
"Hell yeah!" I agree. Best idea all night, and it's been a night of good ideas. In our haze, we look around the room for Mulder and Scully; we finally spot them off a ways. They look pretty cozy themselves. They're dancing close, and Scully's got her head pressed against his chest. This might not be so hard to work out. We make our way over to them, me following my luscious lady close behind with my arms around her waist, giggling like drunken idiots.
Micki greets them with aplomb, "Heyyy! There you are! Awww, Ryan, they're *slow dancing*. That's so *cute*!"
I sputter in laughter, "Hey, you two."
Scully and Mulder look at us and chuckle a little, "So, what's going on here?" Scully slurs a bit, "What's all this?"
"We need a room! I'm going to fuck Ryan!" Micki yells drunkenly over the din, hugging my left arm around her waist.
"Woo!" I echo. "Ow!" I raise my free fist in the air. What can I say? I'm stoked!
Mulder barks out a surprised laugh and Scully buries her head into Mulder's shoulder and shakes with giggles of her own, "You don't think you're taking this a little too far?" Scully asks us, slurring a little. Mulder nods his head in agreement.
"Nope. We're gonna live it UP while we can. I wanna fuck, and I wanna fuck Ryan." Micki slurs at her, "Who's gonna help me? Oh, and Jack can't know."
I've been busying myself with the nape of her neck again and I look up from this, "Yeah guys, could you do us a solid?"
"You want *us* to share a room so you two can..." Mulder starts.
"Fuck, yes." Micki finishes, then bats her eyes, "Pleeease?"
"Wow, you cuss like a sailor when you're wasted." I say, wagging my eyebrows at her and spinning her around to face me, "Damn, that's fucking sexy." I can't help it. I have to kiss her again. She's my new drug.
"Alright, alright!" Scully gives in, "We should really get you two out of here before you get arrested."
"Yeah, you're steps away from indecent exposure." Mulder chuckles, "I'm driving. I seem to be the only lucid one here."
Micki and I reluctantly break from our kiss, "Let's blow this popsicle stand." she says with a smile.
"Oww! I'm getting laid!" I yell, pumping a fist in the air as we make our way to the exit.
"Way to go!" another random person yells from the crowd.
Shit. If we're going out, we're going out with a bang.
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early morning 4-21-1999 {Mulder}
Scully and I have been thrown in yet another extremely awkward situation courtesy of our new guests. I had to open my big mouth and tell them that they might not exist in less than a week if we don't find some way to combat the effects of this curse. They didn't take it well. Long story short, we took them to get drinks and let loose, and they went apeshit.
I guess, you gotta live life while you can.
We're making our way back to Levettston. Scully's slightly drunk and half dozing in the passenger seat, and Micki and Ryan are practically doing it in the back. Yikes.
I can't really blame them. I kinda want to pat Ryan on the back and tell him nice work, my friend.
It was nice, dancing with Scully tonight. She's been downright flirtatious all evening. We were slow dancing when we noticed that Micki and Ryan were playing a match of extreme tonsil hockey across the room.
"What the fuck is that?" Scully pointed with a tipsy grin.
"Resolved sexual tension." I told her, locking her in a gaze.
She smiled at me crookedly and said, "I wonder what that's like?"
Then Micki and Ryan exploded onto the scene and begged us for a room to their impending "Fuckfest", as they so eloquently put it.
Scully jolts in her seat a little, having been jostled by the future beast with two backs, Micki and Ryan. "Holy shit, you're like candy." we hear Ryan gasp out as he quite loudly smacks her ass.
Scully and I exchange awkward glances.
"This was a GREAT idea!" Micki exclaims, "I can't wait to have you inside me." she whispers seductively and pulls him into another intense kiss.
Jesus H. Christ. The Fuck.
"Hey guys, could you tone it down a little?" I ask, "I mean, I know what's going on with you two is extreme and everything, but..."
"Blahblahblah!" Micki yells, "You're just jealous!"
Scully chuffs out a laugh, "Jealous?"
"Yeah, why don't you two just nail each other and get it over with, already?" Ryan chimes in. Then they proceed to make out like crazed teenagers again, and we can't respond.
I, for one, *am* jealous.
I glance at Scully again. She's shaking her head slowly and chewing on her bottom lip, almost like she's contemplating what Ryan said.
Again, Interesting.
Thankfully, we've reached the hotel, and I park the car, "We're here." Scully announces loudly.
"Thank fuckin' God." Micki says, detaching her mouth from Ryan's and pulling him by the collar of his Hawaiian shirt out of the backseat.
"You ain't just whistling dixie." Ryan responds upon exiting the car, and picks Micki up like a sack of potatoes and flings her over his shoulder as she giggles hysterically.
We had predetermined that they were going to use our room and I would bunk with Scully, so they make their way to the room door. Ryan kicks at it lamely, "Little help? I've got my hands full, here."
Micki laughs, "You have *no* idea." she coos, smacking his ass. I help them open the door with my room key and Scully and I smirk at them, "Thank you!" Micki says as she waves to us from over Ryan's shoulder and he barrels them inside. The door slams.
Scully and I make our way to their room next door, "You had to open your big fuckin' mouth, didn't you?" Scully slurs at me as I follow her into the room.
"Sorry." I say as I shrug, plopping on Micki's bed and lacing my fingers behind my head as I lounge back. Man, I'm tired. It's been a long, weird day.
Scully sways a little as she stumbles her way to her bed and collapses. I think she's a little more drunk than she's trying to let on, "Whatever, it'll be like a sleepover." She jokes, then pauses and sucks in a breath, "Those two. Fuckin A."
As if on cue, the adjoining wall starts rattling a little, followed by a loud, consistent banging.
"Gah, the fucking headboard." I say in annoyance, wiping a hand over my face. I turn on my side to look at Scully. She's shaking with church giggles, her face buried in her pillow as she lays on her stomach. Her skirt of her dress has ridden up to mid-thigh, and her ass seems to be bouncing a little.
Erections seem to always happen at the worst possible moments. Case in point: Now. Thank God I'm wearing jeans so it's not as obvious.
Now the moaning starts, and it's almost *insanely* loud. It's like they're in the same room with us. Scully's church giggles give way to full blown cackling and she pounds her fist against her mattress a few times, shifting her leg a little, and the dress just goes higher. I'm being tortured, here. I can see panties, for Christ. *And* they're lacy and match her dress.
"I can't take it anymore!" I exclaim, "I'm turning on the tube to drown out the noise, okay?" Scully nods through her cackles and I reach for the remote and hit the power button. To my horror, it turns on to a full-blown sex scene in which some brown-haired male is slippin' the bone to a hot redhead. Great, now we have moaning in stereo. Scully looks up and notices what’s on, and just dies laughing.
I change the channel to late night MTV in disgust, shaking my head, "The world is out for blood." I say, turning up the volume.
Scully attempts to calm her laughter and is somewhat successful, "Do you think maybe all this is a sign?" she practically croons.
"What are you getting at?"
She rolls over onto her back and I spy a matching lace bra peeking out from her exposed neckline. Scully arches her back a little, "Maybe we should take a cue from our new friends, Mulder." she lets out in her incredibly sultry voice. God, she *is* sex.
I roll off Micki's bed and stand over her, "I don't think you know what you're saying right now, Scully." I manage out, slowly. I'm already on fire, here, and she's treading dangerous ground.
She props herself up on her hands and faces me, her legs splayed apart, panties akimbo, "I know exactly what I'm saying. I feel like I've wanted you forever." she protests, "What about you?"
I answer her in an attack on her mouth with mine, leaning over and grabbing the back of her head to take a fistful of silky hair, "I think we've crossed the line." I groan into her lips.
She captures my top lip with her teeth in response and nibbles it a little, “Well, if you can't beat 'em..."
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Early Morning 4-21-99 {Jack}
We've been working for a few hours now, and I feel like I might be on to something. There's a line from Sabina's movie that keeps going through my head; I had gone into the kitchen to get a drink earlier and heard a character mentioned by the name of Mickey Knox utter a line, "Love, love conquers the Demon." I'm sure it means something.
Why at that exact time did that line choose to find me? The fates are working hard tonight. Fortunately for us, because Rashid and I stumbled upon some pretty frightening news already. We did more research, spiritual and through his computer, and it seems that our Ms. Duquet is a highly powerful witch who has been skipping time for the past forty plus years or so. Apparently, she and Lewis were in league with each other after he sold her ancestor the chest and ended up being killed because of it.
We've deduced it's the only way that she's able to still exist past the week-long window of time elasticity, as it will. In less than a week, she'll kill again by summoning the demon and the permanence of our space-time continuum will end up cancelling out the existence of Micki, Ryan, and I. I knew Lewis was behind this. He'll just wipe us out and win his favor again with Satan, the bastard. Love conquers the Demon. There's something *to* this, somehow. Maybe, if there's no demon, there's no curse.
"Jack, this is interesting." Rashid says, "The cards show twin lovers and two paths. Does that strike anything in you?"
"As a matter of fact, Rashid, I think it does." I say, scanning a particularly interesting passage in the book, "It says here that this symbol that marks the chest is connected with a demon of pure hate. The only way to combat this creature and send it back to Hell is the resolution of unrequited love two times in tandem."
"This makes no sense, Jack."
"Sure it does. I have the answer! I just hope they aren't too stubborn to follow through." I murmur to myself.
"Who? Micki and Ryan? You can only requite love once, correct?" Rashid scratches his goatee in confusion.
"You're forgetting about our Agent friends, Rashid." I say, "I *knew* they were brought to us for a reason. The forces of good are on our side, my friend."
"This is a great thing; seeing as you are constantly in the line of fire." He quips.
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