From: Alli Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 21:46:36 GMT Subject: NEW: A Well-Prepared Shipper Versed in Voodoo (1/1) Title: A Well-Prepared Shipper Versed In Voodoo Author: Alli (alli@ecis.com) Rated: PG - for disturbing images. If you're a weenie. Category: Humor, X-File Spoilers: Fire Disclaimer: *cackle* Summary: Shippers: if you could go back in time and interfere with the episode Fire, what would you do? The shipper sat in her darkened hotel room. Surrounding her was a couple hundred dollars of X-Files merchandise she'd brought from home. It was a risk having it all here. If They ever found out about her existence, her fascination might be revealed, and she'd look obsessed. Well, she WAS obsessed. But obsessed in a good way. She smiled dreamily at her action figures, and novels, and non-fiction books, and posters, and telephone directory-thick stack of fanfic, her favorite pieces. It was good she'd brought all of it. It would give her strength. A book was open beside her on the floor, as was a figure made out of candle wax. There were several dark hairs embedded in the wax, as the book - Voodoo For Dummies - had instructed. The hairs were Phoebe's; she'd plucked them off the little twit's head while the woman was waiting for her luggage at the airport. She looked at her watch. Must time this carefully, she thought. She'd spent hours watching 'Fire' and measuring down to the second. Do this too late, and Mulder and Scully would hear. Do it too early, and it wouldn't be as much fun. XXX Phoebe Green tiptoed sneakily across the parking lot, headed for the car she'd been informed belonged to Agent Fox Mulder. She wasn't particularly worried that he and his infuriatingly cute little partner would come out before she could do her work. Using her sneaky tools, she jimmied open the driver's side door and put the tape on the dash. After a moment, she leaned over and unlocked the passenger's side door as well. Just to mess with them. She grinned. Then she tiptoed back across the parking lot, into the stairwell, and there she waited. She was certain she would hear his voice when he entered the lot. She waited. And waited. It was so warm in the stairwell... XXX As the dance scene from "Fire" played on the television at low volume, the shipper held the wax voodoo doll of Phoebe Green over a small flame in a metal basin. "Whoops," she said merrily, and dropped the figure in. "There seems to be a theme today, Inspector!" >>Hey!<< exclaimed the audience. She looked up from the melting figure. "Wha'?" >>When you knocked off the Fowl one in another chapter, you said that you wouldn't send a bad message to today's youth by killing off inconvient characters.<< She blinked innocently. "She's not dead. She's just... singed... ok, very... badly burned." The audience raised their eyebrows. The shipper stuck her tounge out at them. "Oh come on, whose side are you on, anyway. At least Cecil L'Ively will have some company!" >>True.<< "Good. I'm glad you see it my way." >>What about Mulder and Scully?<< The shipper smiled. XXX Not having heard Phoebe's screams, Mulder and Scully sat in the car, staring at the tape that had just finished playing, afraid to open the doors and set off the implied car bomb. "We have to call for a bomb squad," Scully said nervously. "You have your phone?" She cringed. "I left in the office." "Mine's dead." They sat there for a while longer. "Who knows what time it could be before someone realizes we're missing." "Hope you used the bathroom before we left, Scully." A pause. "God, I hope this thing isn't on a timer." There was another pause, in which Mulder considered his mortality, and wondered what Scully would think about jumping in the backseat. The End I live for feedback. I breathe for feedback. Getting the hint? -- "It would be great to eventually see them have the greatest sex in the world, just as a relief for the whole audience, as well as them! We could have a whole hour devoted to just Mulder and Scully in bed together -with a half hour of foreplay, and then raunchy sex with everything from handcuffs to chandeliers over their heads." - Gillian Anderson "I think what his fans truly want to hear is that . . . umm . . .he's apparently, and I believe this is true, well hung. In terms of his body, he's got, you know . . . he's in good shape. Good shape." - Gillian Anderson on David Duchovny "I've already imagined the scene where they (Mulder and Scully) wake up in bed together and have lost nine minutes and have no idea what happened." - CC {Oh, yeah, like they'd REALLY have no idea what happened...} My Site: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/6963 Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.