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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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4-21-99 {Jack}
Rashid and I have gathered everything we need for the ritual to conquer this demon. We are now pulling in the back parking lot of the state FBI building. We notice our friends standing next to the Agent's car and pull up next to them, "Let's get this show on the road." I say to them as I exit the passenger door, "Lead the way, Agent Mulder."
The Agents miraculously grant us all clearance into the evidence locker and we are now inside, setting up our candles and etching good luck runes on the area around the chest. That is, Rashid and I are doing all the work, and the rest of them are standing around in awkward silence. I take a good look at them and notice that all four of them have purplish bruising on their necks, not to mention that the girls are trying to avoid looking at the boys at all costs.
Oh, children. When the Cat's away, the Mice will play.
I nudge Rashid, "This is going to be easier than we thought, my friend." I say, nodding covertly in their general direction.
Rashid takes in their state and smiles, "You can take your time, you know." he says to them, "We're going to be a little while longer. You are friends, you can talk."
A general collective of sighs and clearing of throats emanates from their direction, and Micki pulls Agent Scully off to the side and whispers something that I only partly catch, "...can't do this."
We're almost ready for this to begin. Rashid pulls his signifier cards out of his Tarot deck and places them near the makeshift altar. As I'm lighting the last candle, I spy Ryan looking incredibly sad. He's standing on the other side of the room, looking hopelessly at Micki who is doing her best to focus her line of vision on Agent Scully or what we're doing. I decide to relieve Ryan from his heartache and look up, "So sorry to hear about your parent's divorce, Micki." I say to her.
"How did you know?" Her jaw drops along with Ryan's, and they finally look at each other.
Rashid begins to chant in Arabic as he sits in a rune protection circle with his legs crossed.
"I have my ways." I tell her, then look pointedly at the both of them, "I think you two have a few things to sort out, don't you?"
Ryan mouths "I'm sorry" to her silently and they cross the room to each other.
"They aren't the only ones, Agents." I say abruptly to the two who have been standing in frosty silence, catching them off guard.
Agent Mulder locks gazes with Agent Scully, and he lopes his way toward her, "Whatever it was, I was the asshole, and I'm sorry, Scully." he says, standing in front of her, "I can't lose you."
"I don't want to lose you, either." she whispers in response with glassy eyes.
Meanwhile, Ryan has Micki with his palms on her shoulders, eyes showing concern, "Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry, baby." He pulls her into a hug.
"I was depressed and didn't want to talk about it." she sniffles into his chest, a few errant tears running down her cheek, "Besides, what was I supposed to say: Hey Ryan, my parents are divorced and we're no longer cousins, and guess what, I'm in love with you?"
At the very same moment, Agent Mulder says, "I love you so much, Scully, it hurts."
The chest begins to glow brightly and the murmuring voices turn into muffled screaming of what can only be described as sounding half-man, half-animal. They momentarily look away toward the chest in distraction. This is not good. They have to destroy the demon. It's our only chance.
"Do you love them back?!" I yell forcefully. The four of them turn to stare at me in confusion, "Love conquers the Demon!" I bark at them, "Do you, Ryan and Scully, love them as well!?"
"Yes." Scully breathes out.
"More than anything on this Earth." Ryan answers as well, kissing Micki on the top of her head and hugging her tightly.
There's a loud, horrendous screech of a creature in the throes of death and the chest glows with a molten brightness, blinding us all...
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4-21-1989 {Ryan}
I think we're back! After being temporarily blinded, we appear to be back in the same barn we were in when this whole mess started. I let out a whoop of joy and Jack and Micki are both exhibiting surprised laughter.
"You did it, you old goat! How?" I exclaim with a huge smile.
"*You two* did it, and Agents Mulder and Scully, of course." Jack answers cryptically.
Micki and I look at each other, breaking away from our embrace a little to throw him a couple of perplexed looks, "We did it?" Micki asks.
"Love conquers the demon, child." Jack recites to us, "The catalyst of the chest was the demon, which could only be destroyed if two sets of unrequited lovers declared their love at the same time; with the proper incantations, of course. Only pure love can destroy a demon of hate. Also, no demon, no killings. No killings, no tesseract." Jack explains as Micki and I look at each other shyly.
She told me she was in love with me. I feel like a weight has been lifted. Abso-fuckin-lutely, I feel the same way.
Micki glances at the chest, "Does this mean we can take that to the vault now?" she asks Jack. Jack nods and we move to pick it up. Thankfully, it does nothing and we haul it outside to the Mercedes, still parked a few feet away from the barn.
It's good to be home.
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4-21-1999 {Mulder}
After being temporarily blinded, we regain our vision to find Jack, Micki, and Ryan gone, replaced by a screaming, rapidly decomposing Elaine Duquet. Scully, Rashid, and I jump back from the howling spectacle and can do nothing but watch in horror as she quickly disintegrates into a pile of waxy ash on the floor where the chest used to be. It seems to have disappeared along with our three amigos.
"It worked?" Scully says in surprised awe to Rashid, "They're back?"
Rashid nods and starts to blow out the candles in the room, "Yes. They have returned to their rightful time, and they have you to thank."
"Us? How's that?" I ask, "What did we do?"
Rashid sighs and looks up to the ceiling, "Long story short, you both admitting your love, plus them doing the same, equals conquering the demon that ruled the chest." He throws us some rags, "How about helping me wipe this chalk off the floor, if you please?"
Scully and I exchange bemused glances and shrug, "Sure." I'm completely happy. I love Scully and she loves me. Our friends are back, we have an insanely hard report to write up (but what else is new), and life is good.
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4-21-1989 Early Evening {Ryan}
We arrived back at Curious Goods about an hour ago and put away the chest in a deep, dark corner of the vault that will hopefully never see the light of day again. Jack had told us he had been up all night with Rashid preparing and that he needed a good sleep, and retired downstairs a few minutes ago.
Micki and I are sitting upstairs on her bed together, lounging comfortably with her head in my lap and my back against the headboard, still wearing our 90's threads as we talk to each other. "I still find it crazy that all we had to do was admit that we loved each other." Micki sighs as she reaches up to run her finger down my cheek, "Well, and Dana and Mulder, too, I suppose. Jack said it had to happen at the same time."
"How lucky are we?" I tell her, "If one thing went wrong with that whole deal, we would have been toast. What if Mulder and Scully weren't there? We would have had a much harder time."
"Ryan, I think in some weird, myopic way, this was what was supposed to happen, for us and for them." She sits up and faces me, placing a hand on either side of my legs, "I'm just wondering how Jack knew about it all."
I lean in to kiss her chastely and smile at her, "You know him. He has his ways."
Micki pulls back and returns a smile of her own, "Of course. Ryan," she asks pensively, "About last night...um, well, I just want to say that, um..."
"What?" I urge her. She's acting really strange.
"Well, not to say that it wasn't wonderful, which it was, by the way, but I was under extreme duress last night, and honestly, I'm really afraid that you might think I'm a slut." she lets out in one breath.
My jaw drops and I laugh, "What? No! Are you kidding?"
She shakes her head, "I'm not normally like that."
Holy shit, is she ever cute, sitting there in her Princess Leia buns and wide-eyed, serious look on her face, forever braless under the grey sheath. I get my arms around her waist, pull her face to face, and kiss her mouth, "I would *never* call you a slut. Sex-on-a-stick, maybe, but never a slut." I tell her and she thumps my chest with her palm, "If it makes you feel any better, I did some things with you last night that I'd never done before."
"Really?" she pulls back, bemused.
"Oh yeah," I say, "Though I am disappointed that you aren't 'normally like that' because 'that' was pretty awesome." I waggle my eyebrows at her and she laughs, "You could take it a little easier on my back next time, by the way. I think there's gonna be some scarring." I wince as a particularly painful scratch makes contact with the wrong part of the headboard.
She giggles, "Oh, poor baby." She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off, and I sit on the edge of the bed with her behind me as she examines her handiwork, "We should probably put ointment on these; ooh, I got you pretty bad. I'm sorry." She gently kisses the back of my neck in apology.
"S'okay. It was worth it." I turn my waist a bit to face her, "I'll take a few scars and wear 'em like badges of honor. People will ask, 'Where'd you get that' and I'll say, 'From the first time Micki and I had sex'. I'll be a hero." I kid her, tugging a little on the hem of her top.
Micki tries to curb the terrific grin that spreads across her face, "You asshole, you will *not*!" she says, playfully smacking away my hand and climbing onto my lap, ever careful not to disturb my battle wounds. She wraps her arms around my neck and I am grateful at the chance of kissing her again. She grinds a little against me and I snake a hand up her top to cup her perfect left breast.
She gasps prettily, "Ryan!"
I look at her, feeling impish, "I can't help it, they were calling me." I halfway joke with her between kisses, "Touch me, Ryan, we're so gorgeous and free, they say."
We have a good laugh, still trying to make out a little and Micki sighs, "I was thinking; what if the way we were last night is the way we're supposed to be, like we bring it out in each other." she kisses her way down my neck.
"Like, we wake up each other's inner freak?" I ask.
She looks up and gives me an extraordinarily seductive smirk, "Something like that." she purrs, locking me into another amazing kiss that sets me completely on fire.
"I guess we'll never know until we try again." I bait her, "Heya, Micki..."
"Hmmm?"
"Do you by any chance own a gold bikini?"
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4-21-1999 {Mulder}
All's well that ends well, is the famous motto.
I believe.
Hey, what else is new, right, but I have a lot to be thankful for in this moment.
Scully and I finished up with Rashid and gave the field agents with the office a bouillabaisse explanation about Micki, Ryan, and Jack, basically telling them that they were the rightful owners of the chest and took it out the side door, seeing as we no longer have need for it in this investigation. Elaine Duquet, on the other hand, is going to require some extreme effort in explaining when the time comes. Luckily, we have plenty of experience when it comes to writing up macabre field reports.
Scully and I pounced on each other in the form of a frantic, reaffirming quickie the minute we got back to the hotel, seeing as we have a couple of hours before our flight leaves back to D.C. We're currently cuddling naked, stroking nude flesh softly as we make easy conversation.
"If you told me this was going to happen a week ago, I would have never believed you." Scully lets out in a voice that reads satisfied but cheerful.
"What, this?" I motion to our state of post-coital bliss, "Or the giant bag o' crazy that surrounded this turn of events?"
"Both." She answers, reaching up to tap my nose. Scully lays halfway across my chest, almost stomach to stomach, twining naked legs with mine, "I can't say I'm not happy with the way this turned out, however."
"Ditto." I agree, smiling, "I bet our friends back in '89 are probably somewhere feeling the same."
"Yeah, talk about dodging a bullet." Scully purrs, "Yet the resolution was so simple. It was almost too easy."
I bark out a laugh, "If it was easy, we would have been doing this years ago." I say to her, moving a titian strand of hair out of her face, "Besides, if one element of that whole situation was in *any* way different, the outcome would have been pretty severe."
"So, you're saying that fate intervened?" Scully's blues pierce into mine, and the corners of her mouth tug into a grin.
I nod, "That about covers it. You have to admit that they were pretty eerily similar to us, in a slightly parallel universe sort of way."
"Yeah, it was a little spooky." she agrees, "Right down to the red and brown hair ratio." Scully kisses her way up my chest and neck, and runs her fingers through the front of my hair, "So, what happens now?"
I raise an eyebrow, "Well, we still have a little time before we have to catch our plane, and I think something's woken up." I indicate my erection, which is standing at full attention.
I get a full-blown laugh out of her, "I love you, Mulder."
"Hey, Love conquers the demon, right?" I joke, "Can you tame this demon, Scully?"

Fin! I'm Out!

"How sexy am I now, Motherfucker?!" ~Mallory Knox Natural Born Killers
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