TITLE: "155 Words, or ToyBoy."

AUTHOR: Triton

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DATE: March 24th, 2000

CATEGORY: Humour.

RATING: R.

SUMMARY: One reason for the UST.

SPOILERS: None.

ARCHIVE: Sure, Fine, Whatever. Just let me know.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and all related characters belong to a person called Chris Carter, and also Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network. I mean no infringement. Blah Blah Blah.

NOTES: at end

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She knew he was a clone when she fucked him. That was the idea.

She continued to work beside the real Mulder, pleased that her carnal desires had been dampened satisfactorily by proxy and wouldn’t destroy his misaligned trust. She dutifully promoted the facade of partnership, she did what was required, she pretended she was on his side.

Mulder didn’t know that Scully had always been a spy, and that she was also supervising the cloning experiments. She managed to deceive, inveigle and obfuscate through every one of their cases, all for the good of The Cause.

But she got lonely. Spry and energetic when she first met him 15 years ago, C.G.B. had now become too old, couldn’t sustain a hard-on, so she made herself a toy. It was not difficult getting the genetic material. She created her own MulderClone.

And she fucked him every night, content that she wasn’t sleeping with the enemy.

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END.

Author’s Notes:

This very short story was another attempt at creating something in the ‘155 Word’ genre. I can see this becoming very addictive.

I had a long, hard, gruesome day at work - can you tell?