From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 20:17:46 -0600
Subject: REP - Party Girl (Sequel to Viva Las Vegas) by Randi
Source: direct

Reply To: danasdds@yahoo.com


Tittle:   Party Girl 

Author: Randi

E-mail: danasdds@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13 

Spoilers:   Season six, up to Three of a Kind

Disclaimer: They are not mine, they are 1013's creation,
I just borrowed them.

Summary: This is a sequel to Viva Las Vegas, in order to
understand this story, we strongly suggest that you read
Viva Las Vegas first.  You can find it at Ephemeral or at
The Foxy Files.  What happened to Scully after she
returned from Las Vegas?  Enjoy it!  Feedback will be
greatly appreciated.


Party Girl (1/2)
by Randi


"Mulder."

"It's me.  Where are you?"

"In the bathroom.  Don't peek at me, Scully."

"Mulder, what are you doing in the bathroom?"

"Scully!?"

"I don't want to use my imagination, Mulder."

"Oh!"

"Toilet seat up or down?"

"Well, I was not really expecting you, but right know it is 
down, just in case you decide to use it by surprise."

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

"I told you, Scully.  I'm in the bathroom."

"I heard you..."

"What?!"

"Uh?"

"What did you hear, Scully?"

"What you said, Mulder."

"I thought you heard something else."

"See?  You are forcing me to use my imagination.  What
are you doing right now, Mulder?  I need your help."

"Is something wrong, Scully?"

"Your lovely friends left me alone at the airport and the
battery of my car is dead."

"I don't understand, Scully.  They left you 'alone' at the
airport?  What in hell you did to them, Scully?"

"Very funny, G-man.  Could you please stop whatever
you are doing and pick me up at the airport?   I need to
buy a new battery, Mulder."

"I thought it came with an extra battery?"

"What?"

"The vibrator, Scully."

"Mulder, shut up, and pick me up.  NOW!"

"Okay, give me a few minutes."

"If you want me to go to your apartment later, be sure to
use Glade, Speedo.  Bye!"  

'Very funny, sweetheart.'


Party Girl (2/2)

"Thank you, Mulder.  Do you want to come inside?"

"Scullyyyy!!!   I never expected you to ask me that!"

"Shut up, Mulder.  One of these days I will have to shoot
you again."

"Okay.  Okay.  Okay.  I'm going 'inside' just because you
asked me."

"C'mon, G-man.  I need to ask you something."

"Oh, this is interesting."

"Listen, I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we
will talk.  Okay?  My place is your home, Mulder.  You
know I don't need to tell you that.  You know where is
the kitchen and the TV remote control."

"And if I need to use the bathroom."

"Knock the door first, Mulder.  I don't want you to ruin
the floor.  See you, G-man!"


Fifteen minutes later both of them were seating in her
couch.  Relaxed at last, she started the conversation again. 

"Mulder, you are an artist."

"Do you really think so, Scully?"

"Yep.  Look how nicely you prepare these sandwiches."

"Shut up, Scully, and eat them.  I don't what you to tell
your mom that I did not feed you."

"Mulder, that's my line."

"Uh?"

"Shut up, Mulder."

"Oh!"

"Sincerely, Mulder, do you trust the Three Stooges?"

"Who?  Okay, don't look at me like that.  Of course,
Scully, I trust them.  Why?"

"Mulder, they lied to me.  I swear it was you who called
me in the middle of the night.  I know I was sleepy and
groggy, but it was you, Mulder.  I will recognized your
voice no matter what."

"Really?  Scully, you okay?"

"I don't know, Mulder.  Am I really talking with you,
Mulder?  Are you the real Mulder or am I hallucinating?"

"Scully, you are not okay."

"No, Mulder.  I'm not okay.  This is weird, totally weird. 
I don't remember anything about the autopsy.  I asked for
a copy of my report and nobody found it.  Weird, there
were no report and no memories of what I did.  Mulder,
I don't understand what is happening to me."

"Okay, Scully, let's start from the beginning.  You told me
'I' asked you to go to Las Vegas to work on 'something
big' taking place there."

"Yes, 'something big' and it is not what you are thinking."

"Scully, you hurt me!"

"Mulder, after six years I perfectly know what those eyes
and that voice are saying."

"Okay.  Go ahead, Scully.  What happened next?"

"I met them at the lobby after I  checked myself in the
hotel.  I asked for you and the front desk clerk told me
there was no Fox Mulder booked for that night."

"Did you ask them using my 'other name'?"

"No.  I called them later and asked for 'you' on the phone. 
I did want them to associate both names."

"What happened next?"

"Security was taking out of the hotel a guy, who was, in
a matter of seconds,  killed by a motor coach.  Apparently,
he 'pancaked' himself.  At least, that is Langly's opinion."

"And after that, you performed the autopsy."

"We waited a few hours until everything was ready for the
autopsy."

"We?"

"Well, Langly asked me if it was possible for him to be
there while I was performing the autopsy to his friend
and..."

"And?"

"He went directly to the bathroom after I made the "Y"
incision.  Too much blood for a macho man."

"Langly was sick?"

"Yep, he saw the blood and went directly to the bathroom,
but Mulder, I don't remember anything else after that.  I
woke up in Byers' room, at least I thought at that moment
it was his room."

"Did you faint?"

"I don't know, Mulder.  I asked them and they just look
to each other and to their friend..."

"Friend?"

"Yes, Susanne Mudeski."

"Susanne Mudeski was there, Scully?"

"Do you know her?"

"Yes.  This is very interesting, Scully.  What the hell was
she doing there?"

"Mulder, why don't you ask that to them.  I still don't
know what happened to me.  I woke up smelling,
smelling...  I don't know... It was like if they were
smoking in the room because my hair and clothes were
smelling like that. ...like if I was in a bar or night club."

"Scully?"

"Mulder!  I remember that smell from med. school."

"Scully, I never thought you will go to a bar without me."

"Very funny, Mulder. I did have a life while I was at med.
school, believe it or not."

"Scully, did you drink while you were in the hotel?"

"Mulder!  I told you I don't remember what happened to
me after I started the autopsy.  All I remember I woke up
in their room, that I have changed my clothes, and nothing
else.  Are we clear on that, Agent Mulder?"

"Of course, Agent Scully.  You changed your clothes and
you don't remember that?"

"No, Mulder."

"Are you sure you were wearing your clothes, not
somebody else clothes?"

"Hell, not, Mulder.  What are you insinuating?  I was
wearing my very own clothes!"

"Okay, G-woman.  Next?"

"Hey, Mulder.  Aren't you the best profiler in the FBI?  I
told you that already at the airport." 

"You don't remember anything else, Scully?"

"Well, that many men were staring at me as if I was on
sale."

"Staring at you?!"

"Sure.  Fine.  Whatever you want to think.  Mulder, could
you please do me a favor?"

"Of course, Scully.  What?"

"Could you try to find out why Frohike called me Party
Girl?"


FIN