Disclaimer in Part 1 susieqla@yahoo.com Thrown Back - 18/18 9:15 A.M. "Nomad," Mulder chirped, beaming in triumph. "The curvaceous, Communications vixen meets the itinerant, baffling probe. Brain drained all the way, biggest time." The laptop made a noise very much like a teapot whistling, the sound high and shrill. So much so that Frohike was tempted to shut the computer's cover, leaving 'her' out. "You're nitro, dude. Can't touch you," Langly awarded, very demonstrative about making boisterous, congratulatory overtures. "Stardate, two-two-six-seven. Space probe Nomad stripped Nyota of *all* her knowledge when she got locked in the path of its exploratory beam. Nomad destroyed everything she knew." "Inadvertantly erased," Mulder corrected. Langly stood corrected with ease. "Like I said, nitro," the avid 'Trek' enthusiast said, again bestowing rife admiration, the blonder of the two over-grown kids held up his hands while wriggling his fingers. "I knows my 'Trek,'" Mulder retorted, exuding unabashed pride. "There's no such thing as too much 'Trek,'" the ex-farm boy extolled. "There ain't any situation in real life it hasn't covered, y'know." "So?" Frohike had his eyes locked on Langly's emotive face, anxious to know where he was leading with this gusher of useless data, which Langly had tucked away in his mind like a collection of encyclopedias; dusty ones. Langly hustled to pick up the skein to make the point. "Nyota had to relearn everything she'd known." "Uh huh," Mulder said, just has nimbly, "had to be re-educated, starting from square one. Her a-b-c's and 1-2-3's." "Maybe we can help Margot like that," Langly said, sounding hopeful. "And it'll be easier because she hasn't lost everything, like Uhura did." "Help her like how?" Frohike said roughly. "Like we re-educate her..." Langly looked to Mulder, and the Agent flattened his lower lip into a downward curve, with a 'who knows' statement. "Worth a shot," he said, wondering if the entity would stick an additional two cents worth in. "Are you two *nuts*?" Frohike superseded, looking and sounding like he wanted to knock more sense than the two of them combined had, into their heads. The grumbler threw Byers a disgruntled visual salvo, and the contemplative bearded man felt his spine stiffen. "What's nuts about it?" Langly spat hotly, upping the volume of his fingernails on a blackboard voice. His Gunmen friends winced, and Mulder moved the chair he was sitting on back some. "We've got every on-line resource at our disposal. 'Nairn' said she'd kick in too. It'd take too damn long if she started over from scratch, going the normal undergrad route. What the hell's the problem with us being her tutors?" '...NO PROBLEM WITH THE AI...' "See--so what's your problem, Doohickey? John?" The cubbyhole-dimensioned room vibrated, with Byers' stomach seizing up like a mainspring, seeing Langly practically spitting blood. He could see that Ringo was worse than he when it came to going out on a limb for the woman he loved. The irony cloyed. "The problem is, this ain't no half-assed TV show, punk-ass," Frohike rasped as his fingerless-gloved hands fisted at his sides. He was seriously toying with the idea of 'thwacking' Langly over the head with his chickadee's backpack. "She might have sustained some brain damage--have you thought about that, huh?" Langly stared blankly at him, a slight shift of the head, and then blankly at Margot. Worry lines creased his forehead. "No," he answered, cowed. Frohike's eyes narrowed, and he chuckle-snorted, going on, "Couse you didn't, since you're mostly thinkin' with your dick up your as--" "Uh--gentlemen...a lady present." Byers look had grown stern, but it mellowed when he re- directed his attention to the blond, and addressing him. "Langly," he said gently, "your heart, as usual's in the right place, but Margot being examined first bespeaks the course of wisdom." "Yeah, yeah, I guess so," Langly said slowly. "Hello. I haven't left the room," Margot spoke up then, snapping out of her trance. "John's right, Lambkins. My being examined is a good idea. That way, if there isn't any injury, I can embark upon being re-educated, huhm?" Margot's light rapping on the sourpuss' right knee converted into a long sweeping caress, and he nodded, and looked more settled, albeit somewhat sheepish for her having spoken her mind like the temperer she was, especially with him. She threaded the space between his arm and his waist with her arm, and brought him around further. "Once it's been decided I'm okay, I'll take you up on your kind offer, Tutor." Langly's sheepish look was eclisped by a smile that was gaining strength, and his eyes shone behind his glasses. "There now, since that's settled..." Margot looked intently at Mulder. "You seem to be the alien expert in the room." "At least I like to think so...Greys, The Rebels, or as they are also referred to as shapeshifters...bring 'em on." "Where would you recommend I go to get." She shrugged, searching her vocabulary for the right term. "Analyzed?" Serious girl, sounds more than book smart, Mulder ruminated, regarding her a few more moments before anwering. ....Where did Scarecrow find this worthy contender?.... "I can help you out there," he said, and the Gunmen's heads bobbed as they nodded. "He puts the 'I' in the FBI," Frohike upstaged, knowing that's what Mulder would have said next. "When his own partner, the winsome Agent Scully had a brush with aliens, her initial analysis was conducted at an FBI-run facility." Langly, who had the date Mulder had called to tell them he was back with her, circled in red in his mind, nodded along with Byers. Mulder refocused his full attention on Langly's love interest again. It was time to own up. "Margot, my partner and I are assigned to a special unit of the FBI, the X-Files..." "They investigate and try to hang a name tag on the weird and strange," Langly supplemented. "The paranormal, which covers a lot of territory," Mulder said in ad hoc. "Yeah," Frohike concurred, "which they have. They're regular globetrotters." Byers and Langly traded looks of agreement with their shorter associate, and Mulder stood then. "We help 'em out, here an' there." "A lot," Langly felt forced to adorn. Mulder extended a mock salute to the older of his two friends. "Modesty sounds strange on you, 'Hike." The veteran and rascal returned the salute jauntily, with interest compounded in his eyes. "And even stranger on you, man." "I'll give Scully a call," Mulder said, removing his cell phone from the inside pocket of his dark charcoal windbreaker, the one his partner had helped him pick out, and he'd purchased because she'd said it brought out the hazel flecks in his eyes. "Who's up for some cheese-smothered scrambled eggs, 'tater tot home fries and bacon?" Frohike was rubbing his hands together, looking the part he and his chums were in the business of disclosing, having made his own mouth water. "I'll make some fresh coffee," Byers added, as his hand shot up. The phone in the nexus 'tweeped,' and Byers tipped towards its direction, determined to answer the call. Frohike followed him, thinking perhaps he'd spoken rashly, and he should have made a brief inventory before promising breakfast all around. Mulder drifted out of the bedroom too, sensing his friend who was throwing him some none too subtle head nods at the door, and his girl wanted some privacy. When they were seemingly alone, Langly said, "I know you'll check out okay--I'm positive. You better. And once the evaluating's over, I'm gonna help ya all I can." He kissed her where her forehead ended and her scalp began, hugging her like a bear, the soft cast riding up his arm. "True, I'm no oceanographer, and the closest I've been to marine life is at the aquarium, but I work the Web like I invented it, and whatever you need to relearn, I'll surface it for ya. I'll do better than my best for you. Swear." Margot cupped his bruised face with her two hands, gently pressing in on his cheeks from the sides, just regarding him, who was feeling shy suddenly, for several moments before she was able to say a thing herself, she summarily choked up by the sweetness of his sincereity and love flooding his eyes. "Seems I'll be staying awhile, then, that is if you don't mind sharing your room with a bedmate." Langly's laughter sounded more like a sharp snort, it wasn't scornful, but more to convey, 'you'll be stayin' longer than that if I've got anything to do with it.' "I've wanted one of the female persuasion for a real long time. Never thought it was really ever gonna happen. Cool you comin' along when ya did." "Isn't it though..." '...AREN'T YOU FORGETTING WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR GUIDING HER HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?...' They pretended they hadn't heard the entity. Margot veered her lips towards his, licking hers, and then traced his with her tongue until she enticed his, which felt as thick as gluey rice, to wrestle with hers in a more concealed venue, to which Langly gleefully obliged. Her tongue, slowly and deliberately, stroked the underside of his, and it rolled over and played dead, unlike something else which had a life of its own. "God..." he said puffily into the side of her warm cheek after he dragged his tongue out of her mouth what felt like after a whole week, "when you kiss me like that it's like we're already havin' sex." He tried to hide the sizeable bulge that had budded between his legs. "All in good time, Lamby," Margot cooed at him lustily, flicking her tongue at him very serpent-like. "I'll make every bit of it good for you." With an iron-will, she refrained from caressing the evidence of his ardor, not wanting to fan the flames of the fire only the union of their bodies could smother when the time was right. Her grin could have melted a solid 4-inch ice block at the North Pole, though. Langly was no challenge whatsoever, as he felt his heart about to leap out of his chest with its body-racking thumping. '...MARGY--IT'S STILL NOT TOO LATE TO JOIN ME ANYWAY...' "Not a chance, Esther, love." As she bow-tied her arms behind Langly's head, the identical way she'd done that telling afternoon, she added, glancing at the laptop screen from the corner of her eye, "Truth be told, I was thinking along those lines when I was at my wits' end, what feels like decades ago. It definitely doesn't feel where I'm at now. Now..." She tied the bow tighter, his head holding in place nicely, as he tilted it into her face again, anticipation incarnate... "I want to make this work, dear." "Me too," Langly pledged, accepting what her mouth was generously offering, and shuddering when she nipped his tongue this time. '...WELL, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FACE SUCKING FOR ANOTHER NAUSEATING SESSION... WHEN YOU'RE READY TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS WITH YOUR RE- EDUCATION, GIVE ME A HAIL, 'MUCHACHA'... UNTIL THEN, I'M GONE...AND LANGLY--TREAT HER RIGHT, WHILE THE MEMORY OF MAX' SMOLDERING REMAINS LIVES IN YOUR INSUFFICIENT MEMORY...' "'Bye, Es-Esther," Langly strained, sounding drunk all over again. "Ta, love. I'll be in touch soon," Margot promised, she too sounding tipsy herself. Now they really were alone, and as she eased Langly's head down into her lap, her fingers like little sparrows nesting in his downy hair, and with his eyes latched onto hers as though hers were magnets, she told him with a voice that coated his ears like honey, "I'll be ever so good to you." "You already are, good like I never thought a woman like you could be to a, a guy like me." Margot rolled her eyes, playing off his low self- esteem every chance she got. "A beautiful man, yes, as I've said. Stop belittling yourself like that." "Not so easy when you've been told you're a loser almost every day of your life." Langly smirked, but she quickly smoothed out the craggy lines that he'd stitched into his face. "A man who's always felt lost at times like these. Lost, alone and mostly thinkin', 'no big deal stayin' that way 'cos this is as good as it's gonna get.'" Margot's lips teased the puffy peak at the end of his nose until they made themselves at home again, after reaching their true destination. Coming up from his mouth, she breathed, "To be sure, you've been found..." He met her mouth halfway as he greedily needed to have her lips make love to his. "You teach me..." "You teach me," Langly breathlessly repeated. "I'll teach you." Her breath left her body, and a tingly hum vibrated within her core. Loving someone could never mean having to endure inhumanity, and senseless degradement, ever again. "I, I'll teach you," he murmured, his breathing, a memory of control, as his entire being was engulfed in a reciprocal joy he'd never known, until now. "Love," she spilled like an unburdened spigot into his mouth. "Love," he exclaimed, as though the word was one of a language he was beginning to learn. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down into his tear-limned face, as the careless spillage of her own trickled into his mouth. His tears were salty, yet sweet on her lips and tongue, she lapping at them, unashamed. "I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my life." He reached up to dry her wetness with the well-worn pad of his right thumb. "And you shall have me, you cleverest boy," Margot bequeathed a hairbreadth above his nose. Langly's hand brought the gentlest of pressure to the back of her head, brining her face down to his once more. The expressive groaning in the other's mouth was mutual. "You'll have...everything. My humble promise..." End...