Knitting Therapy

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.