TITLE: Damned if I Do
AUTHOR: Forte
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RATING: PG-13 (for language)
CATEGORY: VH
SUMMARY: How do you get rid of an unwanted visitor?  It's just
some fluff, folks.
ARCHIVE: Gossamer/Ephemeral/Spooky awards site OK; anywhere
else please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: They belong to CC, 1013, and FOX; *definitely* not
me.  I'm using them for fun with great love and respect.
FEEDBACK: Would make my day!
THANKS: To Musea, for beta and all manner of support.


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Damned if I Do
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"Would you just please GET LOST?!"

"What's the matter, Mulder?  I thought you liked it when someone
else watched."

"There are certain times when a man wants a little privacy,
dammit."

"Oh, you like privacy all right."  His visitor chuckled darkly.
"That's what you needed to watch those videos you've got in that
box in the back of your closet."

Mulder stabbed a finger toward the door.  "Would you just
fucking GO?!"

A smirk.  "Make me."

Mulder's eyes narrowed.  "You know I can't, you mother f--"

He interrupted himself, spinning towards the bathroom when he
heard the shower stop running.  He stalked up to his visitor,
backing him up to the door.  "I intend to have some PRIVATE time
with Scully in this crappy Roswell motel and I swear to you, if
you do not leave RIGHT NOW I will have her sing hits from the
'70's all night."

With that, the ghostly Krycek evaporated backwards through the
wood door.  As Scully emerged from the bathroom, Mulder thought
he could hear him faintly call, "You really know how to play
hardball, don't you Mulder?"

END

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This little bit of post-The Truth silliness came out of an
attempt to write something in five minutes about "an uninvited
visitor that you can't get rid of."  It actually took me nine
minutes to write... HEY!  I lost nine minutes! ;)

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