TITLE: Tormented by the Wonder Elf Part 1
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get!
DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Krycek, 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: Rachel should have learned by now not to play Truth or Dare
when the guys give her a drink. Langly doesn't know any better, and
dares Frohike to do something that could make or break her feelings
Cause tonight I'm living in a fantasy/My own little nasty
world/Tonight don't you wanna come with me/Ooo I'm a nasty girl ----
Rachel wasn't totally stupid. She knew that if she was going to
drink with the guys, she had better choose truth. God only knows
what dares they might come up with for her. Of course, Langly had no
idea how she felt, so his actions were only mischievous to himself.
To her, it was pure torment.
"Doo-hickey." Frohike blinked owlishly at Langly, then back at his
J&B, then back at Langly.
"What, hippie freak?"
"Truth or Dare, Doo-Hickey?"
"How about you dare me to come over there and kick your ass?" Langly
started giggling. Byers snorted into his beer. Frohike
sighed. "Ok, but last one. Dare." Langly grinned maniacally as
Byers fell over laughing. Rachel was giggling and only looked up
when she heard her name.
"OK, but I have to write it out so Rachel won't see it."
"See what?" Langly started jotting something down on paper, then
quickly folded it and handed it to Frohike. He unfolded it and
scanned it as Rachel stumbled to her feet. She headed for the couch
as Frohike rapidly blushed and stuffed the offending note in his
pocket. "C'mon, what can't I see?" Frohike glared at Langly.
"No way, hairboy. She's too nice for that."
Now Rachel was a little tweaked at being left out of the loop. It
must have been the alcohol that let her do what she did next.
Right? She sat next to Frohike and leaned against him. She started
batting her eyes comically and breathing deeply. She trailed one
finger up and down his arm while she spoke. "Awww, come on, Mel.
I'm not afraid of his suggestions. And it's just a game, no harm
done. You said it was the last one anyway. Please? I'm really
curious." He glanced at her, then stood up.
"OK, fine, but we do this on MY terms." He lurched over to the
workbench and shuffled around a few items before pulling an earpiece
and another with a throat mike out of the pile. He handed her the
earpiece. "I'll go in the other room, " he said, "and you just sit
there and close your eyes." Her eyebrows rose in confusion, but she
put on the small earpiece and sat back down. She looked over at
Langly as Frohike left the room. He was smirking.
"You have to listen to everything he says, no matter what it is. He
has to talk to you for at least three minutes straight." Now she was
really lost. That was it? What was the big deal about Frohike
talking to her privately? Langly grabbed Byers and started hauling
him upstairs. "Just listen. I'm gonna get the narc here in bed so I
don't have to clean it up when he wakes up. Have fun." She frowned,
then lay back on the couch as she heard the mike come on and Frohike
clear his throat.
"Don't be alarmed, Rae. Langly dared me to tell you a dirty
story." She gasped and sat upright. "If you don't want me to do
this, just take off the earpiece and go to bed. I'll hear your door
and know to stop. You have three minutes to make it up the stairs."
Her eyes darted towards the stairs. Could she listen to Frohike talk
about sex? Part of her was mortified and part of her was dying to
hear what he would say. "Minute and a half, chickadee." Making her
decision, she sat back on the sofa. At least she could use this in
the future, imagine that he actually meant whatever he said. She
closed her eyes, still unaware that he was tapped into the security
cameras and watching her on a laptop in his room. "OK, Rae. Relax
and just let your mind go with the images. And remember, none of
this really happened."
Continued in part two…