TITLE: Hate That Desktop
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get!
DISCLAIMER: The LGM and anyone else you recognize are 1013's.
However, Rachel Ann MacGregor is all mine.
SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM
SYNOPSIS: Who would Rachel ever have reason to be jealous of?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I get stories from one scene flashing in my brain,
then build from there. So, This is a prequel in the whole
Rachel/Frohike series. I realized there is major angst possibilities
before she ever approached him. In my mind, she's know them for
about 6 or seven years, and realized she loved Frohike since right
after "Three of a Kind." The title is taken from the picture of
Agent Scully on Frohike's desktop on the official LGM website,
from "First Person Shooter", about a year later. Kudos to YanksFan's
story, "Elevation", for the explanation of how Frohike got Scully
back to the hotel room after being high in Vegas, and what he got for
Rachel leaned against the desk next to Langly and Byers as they
watched Frohike delve into the latest paste-up of the paper. "I
don't really see a difference, Fro."
He pointed to the left side of the screen. "Look, the logo is
another inch to the left, and my column is lower. Isn't that more
visually appealing?" The other three rolled their eyes and left the
table. Rachel headed for the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder
"Whatever you say, Fro. Guess I'm just not journalistically inclined
towards paste-up enough to see it. Want a beer?"
"Sure. Hey, wanna see my latest and greatest in desktop wallpaper?"
She came back in and handed him a beer. He took it with his left,
keeping his right hand clicking on the mouse. "Sure, as long as it's
not more Nixon pics." He chuckled.
"No, this is not a fallen icon, but rather, an angel." Rachel looked
at him with one eyebrow raised in a "yeah sure" look. "Oooo, keep
that up, it's almost the way she does it." He gestured at the screen.
Frohike's desktop showed a petite woman with red hair in some kind of
plastic armor, firing a strange looking weapon with a fireburst
coming out of the end of the barrel. Rachel realized she was seeing
a picture of the infamous Agent Dana Scully that he always talked
about. She had yet to meet this woman, and now she no longer wanted
to. She felt terribly inadequate while looking at what Frohike
consistently referred to as either "hot", "tasty", or
downright "deliciously succulent". (Although he never used the last
one where Mulder could hear.) She knew he was waiting for some kind
of response. What could she possibly say that wouldn't betray how
she felt or sound nasty and bitchy? When in doubt, fall back on
humor. "I wouldn't piss her off."
He smiled and lightly touched the monitor, causing hurtful stabs to
course through Rachel's veins. "Yeah, but what a way to go."
"Still . . . Don't let her see it, or she'll do more than kick your
Just then, Byers walked past them with his coffee mug in hand.
Glancing at the desktop, he did a double take. "Frohike, where did
you get that picture? Agent Scully is NOT going to be happy with
He grinned. "Gotta love game cameras. Don't worry, I can change it
in a flash."
Byers looked at Rachel and was surprised. A furious look of jealousy
washed over her face as she stared at the monitor. Frohike hadn't
seen, and she was standing at too much of an angle to be reflected in
the glass. But to Byers, her pain was terribly clear. Frohike moved
a little, and the jealousy was replaced by a calm teasing face. She
then looked up. "What, John, not your style?"
He treaded carefully. "Not really. She's lovely, but we all know I
prefer blondes." They both gaped at his attempt at humor. Frohike
mumbled something and walked off to the kitchen to start dinner.
Byers just stood there, looking at Rachel. "Perhaps you should say
something if you care that much."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm obviously not what he wants, John. Say
anything and I'll rip something off. Got it?"
He blinked and raised his free hand. "Calm down, I won't say a
word. But you're much better for him than an FBI agent that is in
constant danger from extraterrestrial influences."
"Be that as it may, it still isn't ever likely." She looked back at
the computer before turning to go. "And don't ever tell him how much
I hate that desktop."