Title: "THE RAPE"
Author: Janet F. Caires-Lesgold
e-mail: jfc@freeshell.org
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Archive: By permission only
Rating: PG, despite the title (don't panic!)
Category: VH
Spoilers: Not very many
Timeframe: Not very important
Keywords: MSR? Not really
Summary: Scully goes too far

Further explanations and apologies in Author's Note to follow.

DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the whole X-Files gang, not to me. This story is just for the entertainment of my online friends and myself, not for any profit.

COPYRIGHT: (C) September 20, 1999, Janet F. Caires-Lesgold, jfc@freeshell.org

Please don't redistribute or alter this story in any way without the express permission of the author. Thank you very much.



"Mmmmmm. That's good, Scully."


"I said, that's good."

"Stop wiggling."


"I'm not wiggling."

"Hold still. I don't want to hurt you."

"That's okay, Scully. I trust you."

"You say that *now*..."




"I'm sorry, Scully! It just feels too good to... Ohhh... Mmmmmmmmmmmm..."

"I'm not warning you again."

*bzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz*

"You've got great hands, you know that, Scully?"

"So I've been told."


"Can I look?"

"No. Be still."

"I wanna see, Scully!"

"You'll see soon enough."



"Whoa! Did that hurt?"

"Not really."

"Anybody ever tell you you've got a thing for pain, Mulder?"

"They didn't have to."



"You're *sure* you know what you're doing there, Scully?"

"I thought you said you trust me."

"I do, but..."

"But what, Mulder? I've got you in a very vulnerable position here..."

"Nothing. Forget I said... Oooooh! Right there!"

*bzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzz*

"That good?"

"Uh-huh. More of that."

"You sure? I don't want to do anything you'll regret later, Mulder."

"No regrets, Scully. Do your worst."

"Don't tempt me."


"Ohhhh, Scully..."


"Scully, don't stop!"

"Ohhh-kay, Mulder..."

"Oh, God, baby, yeah!"




"Uh-oh, Scully?"

"Uh, Mulder... You know what you just said about doing my worst?"


"Um, I don't know how to say this..."

"Say *what*, Scully?"

"Uh, *oops*?"

"Oops? What have you done, Scully?"

"Uh, nothing..."

"When you say it like that, it sure sounds like *something*. Let me see..."


"No? C'mon, Little Miss Clippers. What did you do?"

"You don't wanna know."

"Oh, yes I do."

"Oh, all right. Let me find my mirror. There."

"SCULLY! My God! What have you done to my hair?"

"I'm sorry!"

"A lot of good *that* will do! I look like a hedgehog!"

"It could be worse."

"Worse *how*?"

"I don't know, Mulder. I want to make it up to you. Here, let me at least even it up a little..."

"No, Scully. I think you've done enough damage. I *really* needed a trim, but this is ridiculous!"

"It's just hair, Mulder. It'll grow back."

"Easy for you to say."

"You *did* say you trusted me, Mulder."

"Trust no one, Scully."




Author's Note:

I needed an explanation for the godawful haircuts Mr. Duchovny sports at the beginning of the season these days. Sorry to put all the blame on Scully, but Mulder wouldn't keep still, so maybe it's sort of his fault, too! The title refers to Alexander Pope's "The Rape of the Lock", if you hadn't guessed. Thanks for your indulgence!

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