Title:A 155-word Gunfic challenge was issued on a list several 
weeks ago.  This series of five stories (so far) was my 
response.  
Author: Martha
Disclaimer:  The characters contained in these stories are 
the creative property of 1013 Productions and FOX 
Broadcasting and are being used without their consent or 
knowledge.

Spoilers:  The Truth (US9)
Keyword:   Lone Gunmen
Classif:   155 Word 
Rating:    PG
Summary:   You're cold, impatient, and waiting alongside a
           little-used road for someone to come by.  Oh, and 
           you're dead.  Feel better?

Things to Pack for Traveling When You're Dead
by Martha
marthalgm@yahoo.com


Langly shivered in the early morning chill, running his hands 
over both of his arms.  "Damn.  Why is it so cold?  We're in 
the middle of a desert, for Christ's sake."

"You should have brought a jacket," Frohike called down from 
the side of the highway.  "Piling t-shirts on top of the 
other don't work, you know that."  

"I didn't know I was gonna need a jacket."  Langly looked to 
Byers for support.  "How was I supposed to know to bring a 
jacket?"

Byers had been checking his watch.  "Desert areas experience 
freezing temperatures on a regular basis during the evening 
hours."  He raised a hand to shield his face from the 
elements.  "At least you wear glasses; the wind is blowing 
sand in my eyes."

"You should've thought about glasses," Langly snipped.   

Frohike shuffled down the slight drop-off from the road to 
rejoin the others.  "Shouldn't they be here soon?"  

"Depends upon who's driving."

end

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Spoilers:  The Truth (US9)
Keyword:   Lone Gunmen
Classif:   155 Word
Rating:    PG
Summary:   Group tour packages after death.  

Planning Your Travel Itinerary When You're Dead
by Martha
marthalgm@yahoo.com


"Well, this sucks."  Langly held up a portion of a broken 
shoestring.  "Why are we still hoofing it?  Shouldn't we be 
able to snap our fingers or click our heels or something?"  
He threw the smaller section to the side and started 
reworking the lacing of his right sneaker.

Frohike looked to Byers for some answers.  "How did we get 
out here in the first place?"

"I'm not sure that I remember much of it," Byers replied.  "I 
was thinking about Mulder and just had this overpowering 
sense of doom."

"That figures.  Mulder and doom go together so well."  
Frohike shook his head and looked down the highway ahead of 
them.  "Maybe it's the `collective thought' thing.  We've got 
to be of like mind to be somewhere else."

"Do you think that other people can see us?" Byers pondered.

Langly stood.  "Hey, I got a way to test that theory.  Let's 
sneak up on Kimmy."

end

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Spoilers:   The Truth (US9)
Keyword:    Lone Gunmen
Classif:    155 Word
Rating:     PG
Summary:    Regrets, we've had a few.

You Can't Go Home Again When You're Dead
by Martha
marthalgm@yahoo.com


Langly shuffled by the empty shelving in their old warehouse.  
"This is too depressing."

Frohike pointed a finger at him.  "Remember, we said no 
regrets."

Byers slumped further down into their old sofa.  "We never 
repaid Jimmy."

"Yeah, we did."  Frohike was behind him, surveying the 
deteriorated state of their maps and old posters.  "Well, a 
bit.  We did get his car out of hock that one time."

"That *one* time."

"And we did wire money to him in Egypt."

"It's not the same thing," Byers whispered.  "He was looking 
for Yves.  Doing *our* work." 

"We didn't force him to give us his money," Langly called out 
from the other side of the room.  

"Yves will take care of him."  Frohike placed his hand on 
Byers' shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.  "She'd know that 
we would want that."

Langly began to take the stairs up to their former living 
quarters.  "I wonder who got my t-shirts?"  

end

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Spoilers:   The Truth (US9)
Keyword:    Lone Gunmen
Classif:    155 Word
Rating:     PG
Summary:    The importance of those final details.

Paying Your Last Respects When You're Dead
by Martha
marthalgm@yahoo.com

Frohike took a long last look around their old warehouse.  
"I'm not going."

"Why not?"  Byers had had this argument with Frohike before 
but was hoping that he would change his mind with time.  

"Because it's morbid.  One should not have to see their own 
tombstone."

"You're not the least bit curious as to what they got for 
us?"

"The place is filled with a bunch of dead people."  Frohike 
followed the other two out the front door.  "And since we're 
pretty much stuck with each other for eternity, I really 
don't want to run into any more, thank you very much."

"There's so much history there."  Byers, already at the end 
of the alley, turned to encourage the others to follow him.  
"It could be interesting to see who comes along."  

"Hey, Byers, wait up," Langly called out before urging 
Frohike forward.  "Come on, I want to see if they spelled my 
name right."

end

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Spoilers:    The Truth (US9)
Keyword:     Lone Gunmen
Classif:     155 Word
Rating:      PG
Summary:     The thrill is gone.

Oh, The Things You'll Miss When You're Dead
by Martha
marthalgm@yahoo.com


"Kung Pao Chicken from Chen's Garden.  That's what I miss the 
most."  Byers stretched his legs over the grass and leaned 
back to let the sun warm his face.  "I can get hungry just 
thinking about it."

"We can't get hungry.  Believe me, I've tried."  Langly, 
already barefoot, was taking a wade through the Reflecting 
Pool under consideration.  "And it's the triple cheese pizza 
from Angelo's around the corner.  Delivered.  At 2am."

"With someone else paying for it."  Frohike was several feet 
away, fully reclined on the lawn.  "If it's free, it's always 
better."

"What's the thing you miss the most?" Byers asked.

Frohike thought for a moment, then smiled.  "My subscription 
to the Victoria's Secret catalogue."

"What were the odds?" Langly wisecracked.  "You can still 
*read* it.  You just can't . . . you know."

"Then what would be the point?"

Byers held up his hands in surrender.  "I don't even want to 
know."

end