DISCLAIMER: located on part one NOTE: You'll probably want to go rent the X-Files movie at Blockbusters to understand this part of the story a bit better. Alrighty, don't let me stop you, continue reading and enjoy!Oh, and don't forget to send feedback!! ;) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "What do you idiots need THIS time?" Yves snapped at the four of them, "I was in the middle of a very important investigation!" "At your apartment?" Jimmy scratched the back his head confused. "Yeah, investigating you in a wet dream Loverboy!" Langly snickered. "It is at the butt-crack of dawn after all." Yves shifted nervously as she realized she hadn't done her hair before departing to their garage-like home. " What do you imbeciles want?!" she snapped again even stingier than before." "Well, you see, it's kinda hard to explain...," Jimmy said slowly. "Ha! Jimmy, you get yourself out of your own mess!" Frohike slapped the dumbfounded man on the back while the other two nodded. The three galloped away to their rooms leaving Yves and Jimmy gawking at each other. "What's up with Byers?" Yves said watching Frohike round the corner out of sight. "Wweelll, er..." "I'm getting impatient, Jimmy," Yves glared at him with her hands on her hips. "Okay, the guys they, like, REALLY need your help. They kinda, switched bodies. Byers is actually Frohike, that's why he said that." "What? Jimmy, are you feeling alright?" Yves said feeling his forehead. He backed away a bit surprised at her sudden concern. "Yes, I'm fine! Will you just listen!" "You aren't doing any...drugs..are you?" "NO!! LISTEN! They switched bodies after an accident with an alien and Mulder! You HAVE to help, please!" Byers strode in carefully after eavesdropping on the conversation. "Yves, it's true. And as much as I hate to admit it, we really do need your help on this...problem." "Langly?" "No, I'm Byers." Yves studied his facial expressions carefully to see if she could catch a hint of this odd situation being some kind of a joke. Byers sat down sadly at his desk and put his hands on his face exhausted. "You're serious aren't you." Yves whispered. Jimmy with a now complex statement, nodded slowly. She frowned never moving her eyes from Byers as she reached inside her pocket for her cell phone. She strutted back to her car while dialing a number. "Wait Yves, don't go! Please!" She started her engine, gazing at Jimmy with moist eyes, the phone still to her ear. Her black car eased out of the dark ally, the head lights casting eerie shadows on the brick walls as she sped away. "Damn!" Jimmy dragged his feet to Byers and placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some other comfort. Byers looked up at his friend perplexed. "What now?" Jimmy could see a hint of tears welling up in Langly's soft eyes. Langly and Frohike paced in suddenly after hearing the conversation. "What now." Frohike repeated softly, plopping on the chair next to Byers. They had fallen asleep in that room after discussing Yves's sudden abandonment an hour earlier. Langly and Frohike had decked out on the floor, Jimmy curled up on their filthy red couch drooling, and Byers with his arms folded under his head on the his desk. All their numerous electronics were still humming from being neglected for the night. The door squeaked open suddenly, since they had also forgot to tend to their eight padlocked door. Yves poked her head in, glancing around while letting her eyes adjust to the dark. She stumbled around the snoring bodies on the flooring finding several J&B beer bottles bordering them. Another person entered through the door cautiously. "Ppsstt, Jen. These two have been drinking, they should be really easy to transport first." Yves whispered to the stranger. She stopped short also finding the same bottle in Frohike's and Langly hands. She became sick at the thought of the two sharing the same bottle. Who'd want Frohike's backwash! "Right." The two ladies grabbed Langly and Frohike by the ankles and dragged them carefully into the stranger's van. "Okay, these two will be a bit harder since they should be more alert. We'll put them in my car incase they wake up. You get that one on the couch." Jen nodded had walked quietly back into the house for Jimmy. Yves followed heading for Byers desk. She paused though, blinking at his computer screen's bright glow. A picture of Suzanne Modeski's mugshot was staring back at her looking annoyed. She shook it off and gripped Byers wrist to haul him out, but she jump as a ring dropped from his hand and clanked to the floor, spinning out like a penny. She bent her petite figure down as picked up the gold wedding band, eyeing it curiously. Was she really doing the right thing? Yves jammed it into her pocket and flung Langly's body over her shoulder to load him in her back seat with Jimmy. She returned only to turn off the computers and lock the door. Then the two intruders departed the warehouse silently into the inky-black night. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Langly's eyes blinked as sunlight flooded the crisp white room through a small window. While shifting in the fresh sheets to find Frohike's glasses a familiar smell flooded into his nostrils. A hospital.Of all the places in the world, he was in the worst. Finding his glasses on a nearby bedstand, he slid them on wondering what injury he had caused himself this time. Taking in his surroundings carefully, he jumped when he heard a soft concerned voice. "Frohike?" Langly snap his head towards the door as Yves leaned against the frame. Black pockets drooped under her brown eyes tiredly. "What happened?" He starred at her rubbing his head lightly from his major hangover from the night before. "You guys seemed a little...off color. So I brought you here last night. My friend, Dr. Jennifer Mackson, assisted me." "Off color? Ha! More like off bodies!" "So you still believe you've switched bodies with the other two?" "Duh, how could I forget?" Yves pursed her lips together tightly while looking at the ground. "I'll get straight to the point Frohike." "Langly." "Frohike, you're not Langly. You never will be. Jen thinks you guys might needs some help." "Oh? So you just run around spreading the word?" "She's tested you guys all night, and you've all got high acholic levels in your blood. Almost to poisoning, Fro...Langly." "We're just depressed! I think you'd be swimming in J&B fluid if you were in a troll's body too!" "Just stick around, ok." She left the door sadly. "Just stick around," Langly mocked her in a high pitched voice, "Well, why don't you just stick around my ass!" He shouted to no one. He flipped the sheets off angrily and found his shoes next to the bed. After putting them on he began finger the window for an opening. Sliding it open, he takes one last glance around and slips out into the brilliant morning air. Stomping on the pansies underneath, he sneaks to the other Gunmens' rooms crouched low. At least Frohike's shortness came in handy for something. Finding Byer's next, he raps on the window softly. Byer's eyes flutter open at the slight noise, and he jumps out of his bed to the window. Opening it, Langly's head pops up smiling. "Morning!" "Uh? Where are you?" "Right here in your face, dopey!" "Everything is so blurry!" "Well, go get your...my...glasses you ninny!" "Oh. Right, I forgot." He walks away and returns eyeing everything suspiciously. "Langly, what are we doing in a hospital?" "Yves, she brought us here saying we drank to much!" Byers blushed remembering how he engulfed the beer last night. "I guess that explains this headache." "Yeah, I know how you feel. Get your shoes and climb out so we can get the others." "What time is it?" Byers ask blinking into the bright sun. "Bout noon, I'd say." "We have to meet Scully in an hour!" "Yeah I know. So hurry up!" Byers disappeared and returned inching out the window carefully. They found Jimmy and Frohike so after. The three ran from the building frantically, looking for some transportation. They finally came upon Yves's car in the parking lot. "Hey, Frohike. You thinking what I'm thinking?" Langly grinned evilly. "Way ahead of you, Gangly." Frohike glanced at him pulling a lock pick from his one of his numerous pockets. "Guys. You aren't seriously thinking of stealing Yves car, are you?!" Jimmy objected, "She was just trying to help!" "I don't like it either, Jimmy, but we do have to meet Scully. Things are just too serious. We'll return it soon." Byers glances backward at him while dinking with the car wires under the dash board. The engined roared to life suddenly, and all hopped into the car except Jimmy. "Jimmy common!" "Jimmy get your butt in here now!" "Guys this is wrong!W-R-O-N-G!!" "This isn't a spelling bee. We have a date to catch NOW!" He folded his arms stubbornly refusing to budge. "Fine." Byers hit the gas at Frohike's remark, and they left the dumbfounded man alone in the empty parking lot. He sprinted back to the hospital to inform Yves. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Langly starred out the window watching the blurs of cars and trees whiz by as they travelled to the same forest they were in that tragic night. The stale air in the van was awkwardly silent as the occupants flipped conversations topics over in their minds, but none dared break it as if were fragile glass. His eyes drooped lazily as Yves's car's humming lulled him further and further into unconsciousness. Giving in to his tiredness, he rested his head against the window and with a flash the trees and road suddenly became a dense black fog. He was plunging into nothingness with shadows gliding all around him. He was trapped with no escape like a frantic animal sensing death. The even thicker fog was choking him now in it's cruel grip. He held his chest tight attempting to calm his painfully hammering heart. Closing his eyes tightly, he screamed falling deeper and deeper into the echoes of agony. Then the endless fog began to drift away as if in a light sea breeze. A distant rattling grew nearer and the ground became more solid beneath him. Opening his eyes daringly, he sat up and glanced around. He was now behind a large moss-covered boulder with mushy damp leaves littering the dirt around him. The rattling and pounding were exploding all around deafening him. Peeking over the boulder shakily, he saw men in old army attire sprinting around firing guns in all directions. Hissing noises whizzed into the tumult as bombs exploded killing everything in it's path. Langly ducked, cringing away as his face singed from a nearby flame bursting in the air. He looked down at his own clothes in despair. He wore the same green camouflage as the other men except he had a dusty American flag patch on his right shoulder. He then ran his fingers across a smooth MP5 machine gun in his trembling hand. "Melvin!" Langly yanked his head around surprisingly, trying to locate the deep voice. A tall, thin man appeared from the bushes gasping for breath."Oh man, there you are. I've been looking all over for you!" The stranger smiled crookedly, shifting some disheveled blonde hair out of his deep azure eyes. Crouching low, he scuttled toward Langly and slid down next to him on the rock. "Want some water buddy?" The man began to unscrew the lid to his canteen and offered it happily to Langly. He took it gratefully, guzzled quickly, and then wiped a sleeve across his mouth. The man did the same and smacked his lips. "Alright, Mel. I've gotta get back to my post. Major won't be happy if he finds me sneeking out to ya. You'll be alright here?" He shouted above more explosions. Langly nodded while grinning. He liked this man. He could sense a deep friendship even though he had only briefly met him. The stranger lifted himself up slowly and and began to shuffle through his pockets. "Hey. Why don't you take these. It's a bit chilly in this rain." He placed some leather finger-less gloves in Langly's shaking palms. The man winked and began to move away. "Wait," Langly snapped wondering why. "Yeah?" The man stopped and turned around only inches from Langly's face. "Um, good luck. And Brock..." He didn't even know how he knew the man's name. "Yes Mel?" "Be careful." Brock nodded while smiling. "You too, my friend. You too." They starred at each other for a moment in silent admiration. Suddenly an earsplitting pop shattered the moist air. Langly flinched as his new friend fell limp to the ground and his own shoulder blasted in pure pain. He sprawled over Brock's body sobbing. Flipping his body over, he placed his hand on large blood spot growing rapidly across the man's chest. He then cradled the dead man's head in his arms crying uncontrollably. Those happy azure eyes were now clouded over in death and pain. Langly began to grow light headed as he wailed coughing and sputtering. Laying down next to Brock he looked dazed at his shoulder. His own blood was flooding freely throughout his uniform and clouded over his American patch. It suddenly began to swirl and transform into a red fog clouding him over once again. His last scream faded away as he suddenly snapped awake. Three faces were coming slowly into focus. "Langly! Langly, Are you alright?" "Hey punk! Wake up!" "Looks like he just had a bad dream. False alarm." Byers, Frohike, and Scully were bent over him with concerned and perplexed expressions. "Oh god Frohike! I..I had no idea!" Langly sputtered while hugging his knees dazed," I had the worst nightmare. It was so real! Guns, explosions, blood...and...and Brock! He...he's dead! God, he's DEAD!" Frohike studied Langly carefully. "Brock?" "Yeah. He was so nice. So good. He gave me...and then..." "Slow down Langly! Your hallucinating! You fell asleep in the car, it was just a little nightmare." "No Scully. It...it.." "It was a memory." Frohike finished for him,"My memory. Look, you two go look around for any thing, we haven't got much time till sundown. I'll take care of Langly." "But Frohike! He's obviously agitated. It could be serious!" "Just go!" Scully pursed her lips together and nodded. "Fine just keep him warm and calm. We'll be back soon." Scully and Byers left the car and disappeared in the forest's edge. Frohike turned back to Langly and sighed. "Tell me everything. Don't skip a thing." Langly repeated his nightmare to his friend more slowly, sobbing uncontrollably at the end. "That's my worst memory. It was at Vietnam." Frohike gulped while watching Langly glance waiting for some comfort,"Brock was my best friend. Maybe even my soul mate, Langly. We were drafted together. Proud to serve our country side by side. He was on a different unit though. He was so excited to be part of something so big." Frohike paused smiling at the thought,"He was the only thing that kept me sane during that war." "What was his whole name?" Langly whispered. "Severus. Brock Severus. I used to tease him about his initials, B.S," He chuckled,"He hated swearing. It was my fault he died. I stopped him just to say thanks, and he was shot right through the heart right then. The bullet went right through him, and into my left shoulder. I was proud to be hit by the same bullet as him." Frohike choked trying to contain his strong emotions,"After the war, I kept those gloves. Wore them almost everyday. I still do!" He paused, pointing to Langly's fingers in the worn leather,"Just to remember him." "It wasn't your fault. People always wish more than anything that they could say good-bye just once before their loved ones died. You got that, Frohike. You even got to show him your gratitude." "I know, but I wish...I just wish I could tell him how good he was to me, how much I would miss him." "We all do. Don't ever blame yourself for that." Frohike wiped away some tears that accidently escaped his puffy red eyes. "You and Byers, I don't know what I'd do without you guys. You're the reason I haven't shot myself over that yet." Frohike laughed wearily but Langly remained expressionless,"Well, I have to go help them. Will you'll be alright here alone Langly? When you feel better, just come joins us." Langly nodded starring at the ground. "Hey," "Yeah?" "Um, good luck. And Frohike..." "Yes?" "Be careful." Frohike nodded while smiling broadly. "You too, my friend. You too." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Frohike staggered away slowly from the car wiping more tears as he turned his back to Langly. He didn't dare think about what had just happened until he was out of the younger man's sight. Finding some mud tracks of Byers and Scully's, he followed them quickly fighting back more tears. How did he know? Why did Langly have that dream? Did this mean something? Obviously he had a lot to ask Scully, but he wasn't even sure she would know or understand. His mind whirled with hundreds of more questions as he faintly watched the two sets of tracks he was following. They began to fade into the lush vegatation, but his head was too focused on other things to even notice. Why hadn't they ever considered coming to the forest before, when they weren't so caught up in deadlines and new stories? Birds chitter-chattered above, squirrels playing tag, and the fresh air relaxed him like he hadn't even laid down for over twenty years since the war. A cool breeze ruffled past as he sighed still gazing through the ground like nothing was there. Did Byers have any of these memories-nightmare things? He snapped to attention at the thought and realized he had lost their tracks completely. "Damn. Where'd they go?" Frohike said to himself while brushing some scrubs aside," Byers...Scully? Hello!?" He rushed forward beginning to panic.The bird's chirping had stopped leaving the air ringing and echoing with his shouts. He sprinted around frantically, his heart hammering, while punching branches and greens out of his face. Something was wrong, he could sense it in the air like death mulling about. "BYERS!! SCU.....AAAGGGHHH!!" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Frohike? Are you alright?" Frohike's eyes fluttered open at the familiar nasal voice. "Langly?" He sat up quickly, pain suddenly surging through him. "Whoa, stay down. It's Byers, remember? We swi...oh nevermind." "Where are we?" Frohike coughed realizing how dusty this place was. "We're under ground. You fell into a large hole we found." "Hole?" "Yeah. You'll have to see what kind of hole to believe it though. It's just like the one Scully and Mulder found in Antarctica." "Antarctica?" "Remember, the one with the big spaceship in it," Byers whispered, his face growing more serious." "Spaceship?" Frohike laughed,"Oh, common Byers. That was just a big fat joke." "Oh? Well, look over there!" Studying Byer's dim face for a bit, he turned his head to where to blonde was pointing and gasped. Green alien lights filtered through the swirling dirt of another hole. It reminded him of looking at a computer screen when it crashed into digital obliviousness. Scully appeared next to him suddenly, rolling up his sleeve. "You got a nasty gash on your hand when you fell. Lucky Scully's a doctor!" He turned to smile at her. "Don't use it to much Frohike, I want to keep the wound very clean. We're dealing with that damn virus again after all." Scully sighed nodding toward the hole and lights. "Frohike, listen to her if you don't mind. I would like my body back in one piece." "Well, the first accident was *your* fault, stupid!" "Oh not this again!" "Would you two shut up! We've got to go in there and find Mulder!" Scully glared them down. "So how's Langly?" Byers changed the subject. "Oh, right. He's been having some of my nasty memories in dreams. Just a bit startled, is all. He'll be fine." "Memories?" "Yeah. Do you know what that could mean Scully?" "Well, you guys could slowly be filtering back into one another's bodies. But that would be most unlikely and highly illogical. Then there could be a part of you that must remain in your body. Possibly if it's dramatic enough. That could be more easily referenced then the other suggestion. Byers, have you been having dreams?" "No." "Neither have I," Frohike added. "Well, then that could also be ruled out. I don't know. Maybe if we get in there and find Mulder, we'll find the answer to this other problem." "Yes, loverboy first of course!" Frohike's jealousness over took him. "No, she's right. We'd better get going if we're going to get anywhere with this." Scully nodded and finished wrapping his hand with Byer's tie. "Let's go then," Scully sighed again. The two helped Frohike up and they stepped slowly towards the glowing hole. The two climbed awkwardly into the light pausing only to help each other in the really tight areas. Reaching the end they reached enormous room with what looked like huge machine veins threading into the center portion of the ship. "Oh god! It's the fricken Grand Canyon!" Frohike gulped occasionally grabbing Byer's elbow to steady himself while peeking over the edge. "I think Mulder might be in that big tank-looking thing in the center there Scully. Scully?" Byers looked around confused. She had edged backward from them starring downward in shier fright. "It's Antarctica all over again! The bees, pain, cold...I can't...guys I can't do this again!" She whispered while trying to reenter the hole from which they had emerged. Luckily she was too far into her pregnancy to prevent sudden movements. . "Scully! You can't drop on us now! Mulder's down there and he saved you that one time! The least you could do is return the favor!" "No, you don't understand. We barely made it out, it was so close. They'll kill you!" "Well, I'd rather die trying then ending up in Monkey Boy's body here forever!" Frohike fought pointing to Byers who didn't react. "Your right, I'm sorry. It's just that..." "You have every right to worry, I'd do the same thing. If we get in any kind of a fix, Langly is still coming and he can back us up I'm sure." Wrapping their arms around her, they continued deeper into the black room carefully. Small explosions of steam shot at them occasional, and a freaky humming was shivering the air all around them. After several hours of repelling and helping Scully down comfortably, they finally reached the large core of the alien compound. Byers examined everything, taking all details in. He came upon a valve, and quickly realized that pressured steam shot out when weight was forced upon it. He wished he'd known that earlier to prevent the several times they had to fight the sudden blasts on the way down. "Hey guys! I think I found Mulder!" Frohike shouted. Byers spun around and sprinted to his side, Scully on his heels. "What? Where?" She sputtered eyeing the room frantically. "Theres sitting on that glass surface," Frohike shuddered pointing directly above them," He's looking right at us." "It's a trap!" Byers screamed. But before the three could get away, the glass below Mulder shattered and rained on them like hell and furry. Mulder drifted to the ground slowly outstretching his arms to magnify his presence into fear. "I've been waiting for you, although I was expecting a few more...," Mulder rubbed his chin cheerfully. His voice deep and growling. "Where's Mulder!" Byers shouted realizing the alien's presence in his body. "Ah, Mulder, your little friend. His mind had been properly placed into my old dieing body. "You switched him! Just like you did to us!" Frohike added, "We want you to put us back the way we were!" "You interfered with my hosting ceremony! You cannot be changed back, fools. It is just like a virus it has no cure. There is no possibly way to return you to your former states." "You're lieing!" Byers snapped not thinking before leaping. Mulder's eyes flared red as he stocked toward Byers angrily. "How dare you doubt me insolence." Long claws emerged from the parasite's host's fingers as he drew closer. Byers dropped to the floor and crab-walked backwards never taking his deep blue eyes from the blazing attacker. An evil grin flooded Mulder's face as it swooped effortlessly towards the frightened man thrashing it's talons forward. Byers rolled left, missing the claws narrowly as they gorged the metal ground. He moved away again, his arms searching for any means of defense on the cold floor. It stood up and followed Byers escape path half growling and laughing. Suddenly, his hand came in contact with a large valve. Pushing it hard, he leapt to the side as the attacker made its second attempt. Screams filled the humming room as steam blasted into the alien's eyes. "RUN!" Byers leapt back to his feet and sprinted toward Frohike and Scully who watched the fight horrified. Finding a small trap door nearby, they all scrambled into it. Just as they closed the lid and locked it, sudden pounding and scratching dented it in dangerously. "That isn't going to last long!" Scully turned around and found a small, well-lit room filled with curious tools and machines. She gasped when she saw a table in the center, with a very old French man laying idle upon it. "That's the immigrant that Mulder was talking to yesterday! And that thing said he had switched bodies, so this must be Mulder!" Frohike ran to the tables side. "The aliens must have taken over the researchers' bodies after gaining control of the ship. When they are hurt or dieing, they use that switching method to regain a new host and...and...live forever basically. It must have changed you three as a punishment for interrupting his host searching." Scully explained now that the alien pounding the door had left. "There must be some way to switch them back somehow. You know how that thing said the switching was like a virus and that there was no cure?" Byers said with his face contorted in confusion. "Yeah, so. It was just a simile." "But don't you find that odd? Cuz there actually is a cure for viruses." "Ok, so it's a stupid ugly alien that doesn't know his medication." "No, I think he does know, since he lives in human bodies." Scully added catching on. "You cure a virus by adding a little bit of it into yourself, and antibodies destroys it. Then when the real stuff comes along, your immune system already has the cure made for it." "Yeah, I know my germs and stuff." Frohike hesitated. "So, do think that if we add a little bit of ourselves into your switched partner..." "We switch back!" Frohike finished Byer's sentence with a hint of hope growing in his voice,"But that isn't exactly how viruses work, it's backwards." "But we can still try it." Scully interrupted,"It does make sense. Byers, remember what you were telling me in the woods? About how you guys got drunk last night before Yves took you to the hospital?" "Yeah." "Well, you even mentioned that you had run out of J&B. So Langly and Frohike shared a bottle. "Right." "So Langly pick's up Frohike's saliva, and he starts having flash memories that next day. It makes *perfect* sense!" "If you say so Doc. Gotta pocketknife?" "As a matter of fact I do," Scully rummaged through her coat pockets pulling out a small, smooth blade. Frohike took it from her while also trying to reach Byer's arm with his other hand. After retrieving the knife, he gripped Byer's hand tightly. "What are you doing Frohike!" "Adding a little bit of you into me." Frohike chuckled as he slid the keen blade across Byer's smooth hand,"Your blood." "Ouch!" Byer's flinched, glaring at his friend. He only laughed more while unraveling Byer's tie from his own wound. It bled freely again as he picked at it. "My blood," he whispered locking his wounded hand around Byer's as if they were shaking hands. The two stood still for a moment, gazing into each other eyes. Scully watched, growing more impatient as the minutes flew by with no response from either of them. "Frohike? Byers?" She touched Frohike's cheek lightly, but he didn't blink. The pounding and scratching on the trap door above returned, throwing Scully into panic."Byers!" She was now shaking them frantically,"FROHIKE!" Just then the two fell limp to the ground as if passing out, finally letting their locked hands go. She turned her attention away from the unconscious Gunmen to the metal door giving in under the alien's renewed attacks. What the *hell* happened to them! Right when she needed them most. The odd machinery and alien furniture was being dragged and piled near the door by her attempt to slow it down. "Scully?" A faint whispered moaned from the other side of the tiny room. She sprinted to the Gunmen, and both had awoken still gazing at each other. Byers felt his body and smiled. "I'm me again! God, it never felt so good to be in suits again!" he beamed not paying any notice to the awful screeching of metal being clawed. Frohike grunted at sat up and rubbed his cut hand. "And I'm Blondie Boy. Just perfect. I'd rather be Byers!" He said glaring at his long blonde hair disgusted. "Oh no. I'm me, and I'm staying me!" Byers snapped hugging himself lovingly and stroking his small beard whiskers with more even more pleasure. The three stopped short as the door flung open, causing Scully's blockings to clank on the floor uselessly. Mulder's head peaked in smiling more broadly and even eviller then before. "You'll pay for that, human. Oh will you PAY!" the alien growled the 'pay' furiously while gliding into the room moving towards Frohike. It flew at him inches from his face, enjoying the man's dreaded statement for a few moments. Suddenly, the alien dropped limp onto Frohike causing the man to punch out in terror for his defense. When he realized that it was onconsious, he shoved the body off of him and starred blankly at the door. "Langly!" "Yup, I just *knew* this would come in handy!" Langly smiled broadly blowing at the end of a 56ml tranquilizer dart gun's muzzle. "Oh man! You couldn't have come at a better time!" Frohike laughed noticing a white streak in his long hair. "Langly!" Scully ran up and hugged him. He staggered backward, a bit surprised at her sudden public affection. "Where'd you get that gun?" Byers stepped forward from the shadows happily. "Oh, you should see some of the monsters Yves has got in that car trunk!" They all laughed themselves into delight, patting Langly on the back and explaining everything that had happened. "So all we have to do is a Blood-Brother Shake? I should have known!" "Well, let's get everybody fixed up." Scully sighed nodding towards the French man on the table. Everyone nodded in a agreement. Byers went to help Scully transfer the alien and Mulder, while Langly and Frohike did the same ritual as before. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Beep, beep, beep. Mulder awoke to the familiar sound of a heart pacer and the same hospital aroma. Opening his blurry eyes groggily, four grinning faces came slowly into focus. "Hey guys," he whispered noticing the flowers next to his bed," So, what happened to me this time." "Well," Byers started,"let's just say a very selfish alien pulled the ol' switcharoo on us." "Oh? So you guys suddenly believe me about aliens?" He said amused slightly as yesterday's events flooded back into his memory. "As much as I hate to admit it, Mulder, yes we do now." Frohike looked down at the floor as Scully leaned over and kissed Mulder on the cheek, tears welling in her eyes. Mulder turned his head to see Langly in the corner now brushing his hair almost passionately, enjoying every stroke. Frohike also looked at Langly, his face growing serious, "He's been like that all week!" "Week?! Have I been here that long?" "Yeah. Langly used a tranquilizer gun on you that could put down an elephant!" "Ok, what *really* happened Frohike," Mulder folded his arms across his chest confused. "It's long, long, lllloonngg story my friend. Right now, we have to find Yves and Jimmy. Fix some boo-boos, if you know what I mean. How about if Scully tells you." The three Gunmen nodded leaving the room quickly. Frohike suddenly poked his head back in frowning. "BUT, I *will* tell you this. You are a *huge* pain in the ass Mulder...well, Byers ass at the time anyway." *~*~*The End*~*~* Like it? Hate it? Send feedback to: ziptango@hotmail.com (you know you want to)