Knitting Therapy

mindmaven and bessiemaemucho rock my world. Here's another interesting madlib... care of http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/

Warning! Slashy and silly!

To Quickly Ponce

Fox Mulder and Alex Krycek were celebrating a golden Valentine's Day together. Fox Mulder had cooked a glitzy dinner and they ate under the sofa in HELL by candlelight.

"My darling," Alex Krycek said, stroking Fox Mulder's left knee, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Fox Mulder. "It is but a shiny token of my fuzzy love."

Fox Mulder opened the box. Inside was a Russian Lovezilla! He gazed at it bouncily. Then he gazed at Alex Krycek bouncily. "It's rusted," Fox Mulder said. "Come here and let me ponce you."

Just then, a round crone sprang out of hiding and cackled in the manner of an African swallow carrying coconuts from Malasia. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an opaque voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Alex Krycek read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other drunkenly as the crone cackled some more. Fox Mulder's right foot began to tremble. Then Alex Krycek shrugged, pulled out a magical portal, and hit the crone on her collarbone. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Fox Mulder said and kissed Alex Krycek nastily. "This is a nasty Valentine's Day!"

They swimmingly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they ponced each other all night long.

So... I was so amused that I did another one. Yeah.

Russian Love (man... that actually makes sense...)

Fox Mulder finished packing. Ever since Alex Krycek, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Fox Mulder had been fuzzy.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing ponced him, all was nasty. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the sofa in HELL to become a rusted magical portal.

Just then, there was a round knock at the door. Fox Mulder opened it and stood there swimmingly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his collarbone.

When Fox Mulder came to, Alex Krycek was holding his left knee and looking glitzy. "My love," Alex Krycek said quickly, "I'm sorry for the golden shock. I've been shipwrecked on an opaque island for the last ten years, living in the manner of an African swallow carrying coconuts from Malasia. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my right foot in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Fox Mulder could hardly believe his Alex Krycek had returned. "I will always love you, right foot or no right foot. Besides, you can cover it up with an eiffel tower."

They embraced lovingly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was shiny.