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|    [all-xf] A Woman Scorned (1/1)    |
|    19 Dec 04 18:58:11    |
      From: polly122456@yahoo.com              *NO ARCHIVE*              Title: A Woman Scorned       Author: Polly - Polly122456@yahoo.com       Category: 500 Words, Pre-XF, Teena Mulder POV       Rating: PG       Notes: Written for Haven 500 Word "You're Having My       Baby" Challenge       Disclaimer: They belong to CC, not me (and I       wouldn't want CSM anyhow, even back when he didn't       smoke)              * * * * * *              "I'm pregnant."              In an instant he was kneeling beside my chair, his       arms around my waist, tears in his eyes. "Finally!       We're going to be a family!"              I'd said the same words earlier today. Different       man, different reaction. Both times I felt nothing       but shame.              * * * * * *              "I'm pregnant."              "Bill must be thrilled."              "You know this isn't Bill's child."              The cool, piercing eyes that once gazed at me with       lustful desire were now filled with righteous       indignation. "I don't know anything of the sort."              How foolish I've been.              We'd met a year earlier, at a Fort Bragg mixer for       new officers and their wives. Charles was everything       Bill wasn't - charming, charismatic, mysterious,       ambitious. Later I added attentive, passionate, and       accomplished lover to the list.              The Mulders and the Spenders became fast friends;       evenings at the movies, weekends at the shore. One       day I stopped for coffee at a local diner and he was       there. He poured his heart out, lamenting his frigid       wife who didn't share his aspirations. He knew I'd       understand, he said, because we were two of a kind.       He talked of far-away places he intended to see, and       halls of power he intended to walk, and I was       smitten.              We drove to a motel outside Fayetteville where he       completed the seduction, his voice mesmerizing, his       touch captivating. He was gentle and forceful at the       same time, leaving me satisfied but wanting more.              We began to meet for "coffee" once a week, and in       January spent two glorious days together when       Cassandra visited her mother and Bill drew a surprise       assignment as driver for a visiting General. I was       playing a dangerous game, but didn't care.              A short time later, our trysts ended as abruptly as       they'd begun. Cassandra suspected, he said, but I       knew that wasn't the reason. A powerful man lives       for the challenge; and once he's taken his best       friend's wife in his best friend's bed, there's no       challenge left.              "Give Bill my congratulations," he smirked. "And       tell him I'm glad I was available to make up for his       shortcomings."              "Bastard!" I raised my hand to slap his face, but he       caught my wrist.              "Careful, Teena," he sneered. "We wouldn't want Bill       to find out what kind of woman you really are."              I ran away and never looked back.              * * * * * *              "How long? I mean ... when?"              I blinked away the tears and stroked Bill's hair.       "Late November," I lied. When the baby was born in       October Bill would be over-the-moon happy, and if he       noticed the discrepancy at all, it could be easily       explained away.              "I love you, Teena." He kissed me chastely and       headed for the kitchen. "I'm gonna call the folks.       They'll be delirious."              Bill was a good man who longed for a happy family.       At that moment I promised myself he would have that       and more. Charles would find out that even a       powerful man is no match for a woman scorned.              THE END                                          ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor --------------------~-->       Make a clean sweep of pop-up ads. Yahoo! Companion Toolbar.       Now with Pop-Up Blocker. Get it for free!       http://us.click.yahoo.com/L5YrjA/eSIIAA/yQLSAA/QsMolB/TM       --------------------------------------------------------------------~->              AXF is your list for ALL X-Files Fanfic... all genres, all characters, all       ratings.               Automatic newsgroup posting too! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf       Yahoo! Groups Links              <*> To visit your group on the web, go to:        http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf/              <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:        all-xf-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com              <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to:        http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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