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Date Posted: 21:24:18 08/28/05 Sun
Author: Lexx
Subject: The Mauling **Texas Ranger with a Walker**

Author's note: Okay, the premise is a little far-fetched. I stole...er, I mean, borrowed the bulk of this from an episode of SG-1.

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother with these? Only two people read these fics anyway.


Ranger Headquarters was under seige by an invisible assailant. An as yet unknown person had released a toxin into the air vents, flooding the building with an agent that caused severe violent tendencies. It became necessary to set aside an entire quadrant of the building as more and more usually stable people started attacking others with little or no discernable provocation.

Francis Gage stood in front an open locker drying his shower-soaked hair, humming to himself in the deserted locker room. He was just shaking out his shirt to put on when a hand shot out from behind him and slammed his locker shut. He spun around, ready to fight his would-be attacker. Gage relaxed as instead of an assailant, he came face-to…well, she didn’t quite reach, but he found himself staring at his partner, Sydney Cooke.

“Oh, hey Syd. Uh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was in here,” he hastily explained as he scrambled to get his t-shirt over his head. Before he even got a chance to pull the material over his bare torso, Sydney launched herself onto him, slamming his back up against the lockers.

Gage had been prepared for a physical attack as soon as that locker had slammed shut. What he hadn’t counted on was being kissed to death by his partner. Being unprepared for such an approach, his instincts kicked in. Instead of pushing her away, his immediate response was to kiss her back. But his brain caught up all too quickly, and before he had his arms fully around her, he disengaged his lips from hers and pulled her away.

“Syd! What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted.

Her response was a growled, “I want you,” before attacking again with her mouth.

Gage mumbled against her lips, “Why? I mean, no!”

He pushed her back again and she sighed, “Don’t you want me?” before throwing him onto the nearest bench.

“Not like this!” he cried out desperately.

Her only reply was a primitive growl as she resumed her assault. In her fevered fervor, she bit his lip. He let out a muffled yelp and again forced their lips apart.

"What's gotten into you?!" Gage exclaimed as she straddled him.

"Nothing...yet," she purred, splaying herself across his body.

With a grunt of exertion, Gage rolled them both off the bench and landed with a thud on top of her on the floor, though making sure to cradle her head.

Syd lay stunned underneath her partner, and he took advantage of her state by pulling her off the floor and throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“I think it’s time you see a doctor, my dear,” he said, wincing as she pinched his…back pocket.

He continued to struggle with her as he stepped into the makeshift infirmary, where a team of medics in quarantine suits helped to alleviate him of his thrashing burden. Trivette’s attention was drawn away from his conversation with one of the doctors. He walked over to Gage, his eyes on Sydney, who was now being sedated.

“What happened?” Jimmy asked.

“She’s apparently infected,” Gage replied with a gesture.

Apparently,” Trivette said, rolling his eyes. “I mean, what’d she do, attack you like Carlos did Walker?”

“Not exactly like Carlos, no,” Gage grimaced.

“What do you mean, ‘not exactly?’”

“Well, she…tried to seduce me,” the young Ranger replied, realizing even as he said it how absurd it sounded.

“Oh,” Jimmy said with a raised eyebrow. “You—you poor man.”

“Shut-up,” Gage answered sourly, turning away from Trivette’s unapologetic grin.

“No, I mean…I can only imagine the trauma you must have suffered. Being seduced by a beautiful woman!” Jimmy was now shouting as Gage walked away quickly. “You’re gonna need therapy after this! It’s a good thing the Ranger health plan covers that!”

Gage ignored Trivette’s continued taunts. He massaged his neck and stretched his back where it had made unpleasant contact with the bench. He’d be sore tomorrow.

Still, he thought to himself as his tongue explored the broken skin on his lip, there are worse ways to end a day.

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