Picspam: High!Scully - "I just can't decide who lights my fire." (6x20)
Info: This is just me werking on my Photoshop skills. I'm still very inexperienced and some of the coloring is really weird, so I'm sorry. But I hope you can get some lulz out of this. After all, You can never have enough High!Scully.
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Scene 001
(Scully lays on the floor of the morgue.)
Langly: Scully? Scully?! Wake up. Are you okay?
Scully: What happened?
Langly: I'm thinking that you got a little queasy and took a header. You know, blood and guts can bother some people.
Scully: Yeah. I guess.
Langly: You gonna be alright?
Scully: Sure, cutie.
Langly: So… you're done with Jimmy?
Scully: Done, done, done.
(Scully tries to push the ~autopsy cart thing~ but can't seem to make it move.)
Scully: How do you roll this thing?
Langly: Uh, Scully? What…killed him?
Scully: My medical opinion? Beeeeeeeeeep. *splat* [lol i fail at transcribing things]
Langly: And…that's all you found?
Scully: That's all I know. (She tries to move the cart again but falls down and passes out.)
Langly: Scully?
Scene 002
(Frohike stands by a slot machine. Scully's laugh can be heard in the distance. He walks toward her and can see her sitting at a bar, a group of piggish-looking men crowded around her.)
Frohike: Scully? (Scully notices him.)
Scully: Oh! Hey! Long time, no see!
(Random creeper whispers something in Scully's ear.)
Scully: No, that's not nice. I like Hickey!
Morris Fletcher: Cigarette?
Scully: Uhhuh. (She takes a cigarette out of the pack with her teeth ~seductively.)
Frohike: You don't smoke.
Scully: But who's got a match?
(All the creepy men surrounding Scully hold out their lighters to her.)
Scully: Well! I just can't decide who lights my fire.
Frohike: That's it. (takes cigarette from Scully's mouth) Alright, you dandies, back off. This is Special Agent Dana Scully of the FBI! If you so much as touch her, you may be committing a federal offense. (to Scully) Come on, come on.
(She starts to leave, reluctantly.)
Morris Fletcher: Could'a been stardust.
Scully: Maybe next time. (Scully slaps his ass and then leaves.)
Morris Fletcher: Ooohh.
Scene 003
(Scully and Frohike walk into the hotel room, Scully is still giggling uncontrollably.)
Scully: HI!
Frohike: Settle down! Settle down!
Scully: Kay, okay, okay. (Scully sits on the bed.)
Frohike: I found Agent Scully-go-lightly holding court - (Scully grabs Frohike's ass) - bar!
Byers: I've never seen her drunk before.
Susanne: Oh god, this can't be. (Checks Scully's eyes and then behind her hair, looking for a needle puncture. Scully tickles Susanne's belly while giggling even moar.)
Scully: Hi!
(Susanne finds the needle puncture behind one of Scully's ears.)
Susanne: She's not drunk, look at this. (She shows Byers and Frohike.) That was made by an injector gun.
Frohike: Well, what the hell was she injected with?!
(Scully laughs ever harder while lifting her hands up to make an "i don't know" gesture.)
Susanne: It's derivative of AH gas. AH, anoitic histamine, my latest creation. (Scully makes a pouting face.) I could have developed it years ago, but I held off. I wasn't about to let those bastards I work for get their hands on it. (Scully makes a frowny face) Grant thought that if we secretly developed a small batch, and then destroyed the notes, that we would have the proof we needed to go public. We'd also have a weapon we could use against them.
Byers: Who else has access to this anoitic histamine?
Susanne: Grant and I are the only two people that ha ... (realizes what's going on) ... that have the samples.
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Susanne: This will counteract the anoitic effect. (Holds a full syringe.)
(Langly enters the hotel room.)
Scully: (to Langly) Hi, cutie. (Susanne injects Scully) Oow. Just a little prick... (falls back on bed and passes out.)
Langly: Bad trip?
Susanne: She'll be fine.
Frohike: I don't understand. Why would the government want to turn Scully into a bimbo?
Susanne: That's just a potential side-effect. Anoitic histamine impedes higher brain functions. It promotes suggestibility.
Byers: Mind control. Brainwashing.
Frohike: That explains Jimmy. They told him to commit suicide.
Byers: And Scully. They made her forget her autopsy findings.
Frohike: Well, whatever it is, we better find out fast.
(Zoom in on Langly scratching behind his ear, where we see a needle puncture just like Scully's.)
LOL. THAT IS ALL. ~
On an unrelated note: can you guys believe it's already August? Shiiiiit.