PART TWO
by TeaL
Diana quickly positioned herself in the tiny closet
and looked through the small spaces in the wooden
doors giving her a clear view of the bedroom
door and the bed itself.
The door swung open and a tall man stepped in
backwards, stumbling slightly as a shorter red
headed woman fumbled with his tie.
Diana shrunk back in the small space and successfully
hit her head hard against the rack. A loud hollow
sound echoed through the closet.
Diana bit her lip to keep from screaming and reached
up to rub the back of her head. That was going to
leave a mark.
Scared she was about to be discovered, Diana turned
her attention back to the bed and realised with
both relief and disgust that she had nothing to worry
about.
A bomb could have detonated in that room and neither of
it's occupants would have blinked an eye. They were
already on the bed, a tangle of limbs,
tasting, teasing, consuming each other.
"Mulder" , the woman gasped as he travelled down her
near naked body, trailing kisses.
"Scully", Mulder gasped when the tables were unexpectedly
turned and he began to receive the sweet torture
he had just given.
"Shit", Diana gasped as she hit her head once again
while trying to shield her eyes from the scene
unfolding infront of her.
Squeezing her eye's shut as tight as possible, Diana
could still see everything continuing in her mind, she
couldn't escape it.
She wasn't perverted, she wasn't trying to picture
what they were doing to eachother but the moans, screams
and gasps that could be heard clearly in the closet
fueled her unco-operative imagination and she saw things
she wouldn't show her worst enemy.
The headboard began a steady thump thump thump against
the wall while Diana's head keep the same rhythm
against the rack behind her.
Just when Diana feared they would never stop, they
did, barely a second before she was about to start
screaming incoherently at an unattractive teardrop
tie that hung beside her.
The tie understood how she was feeling , but the
tie didn't do anything to stop what was happening.
The tie betrayed her.
The voices in her head told her that talking to a
tie was crazy, but what did they know, she'd just
had a more mentally stimulating conversation with
that tie then she'd ever had with any of those voices.
Even if it had betrayed her, she forgave it and tied it
around her head like a blindfold.
It had told her to do that, why hadn't she listened earlier?
A few minutes later Diana began to wonder if they had
fallen asleep.
Pushing the tie up on her forehead, rambo style, she
glanced through the gap cautiously and instantly felt
sick to her stomach.
Mulder lay on his back looking too comfortable with
Scully draped over his torso, clinging to him like a
second skin.
Sighing with relief, Diana was about to plan her escape
from her own personal hell when something stopped her...
"Mulder!", Scully gasped through the silence, "So soon?"
Diana's head snapped up, this wasn't really happening.
This wasn't possible.
She knew Mulder, she *knew* this wasn't possible or at
least knew this had never been possible before.....
Damn Scully, Diana wanted to rush in there and strangle
the bitch with the tie, but she would never do that
to the tie, it would be wrong.
The steady thumping, the moans, the screams, the
hell, began again.
Diana curled up in a small ball and began rocking
back and forth whispering over and over "this isn't
happening, this isn't happening"
She wasn't hearing anything anymore, she was in her
own little word, her happy place, where she could talk
to her new friend and no one could ever disturb them.
Mulder lay back on the bed once more and gathered Scully
in his arms.
Scully sighed peacefully and was about to fall asleep when
she heard something.
"Mulder, there's something in your closet!", she whispered.
"hmmmmmm?", Mulder tried to form a sentence but his
mind was having trouble functioning since it ceased
thinking hours ago.
"Mulder listen", she said shaking him a little.
Mulder heard a faint rustling sound and glanced briefly
at Scully as he quietly got up .
Reaching the closet, Scully behind him, he swung the
door open...
"Diana?!", he said shocked, "What the hell..."
Diana came out of her trance and looked up.
The sight of a naked Mulder and Scully pushed her over
the edge and she jumped up, hit her head once more and
ran out of the room screaming.
Mulder threw some clothes on as Scully phoned the
police and together they ran in the direction of the
constant screaming.
After growing tired from running and an earlier more
strenuous activity, they drove through the streets
of D.C for hours but never found any sign of Diana.
She was never seen again.
THE END
hehehehehehe ::sigh::
Disclaimer: Nothing XF related belongs to me. All hail
the almighty CC, I am but a meek servant girl who means
you and your (no longer frustrated) creations no
harm (except TFO cuz she's fun to torture)
Talitha_1121@yahoo.com
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TeaL's disclaimer:
~TFO's mind *was* severely messed with while writing this fic
and wasn't returned back to it's original state... my bad!~
C. Sept 1999