A snippet, from a few months back that I was only a few paragraphs from
finishing then, containing:

1) my Spice Girls/War Movie challenge
2) the "the shirt" challenge from a long time ago
3) something about Spender and a hairdryer?

"Fever"
by Amatia

	Peggy Lee, in a red sequin dress.

	When Jeff was young, that's who he wanted to be.

	Then he grew up, and decided to be an FBI agent. Looking back, he
realized now that maybe being a female impersonator would have been a
better idea.

	He wouldn't be in the Chris Carter dead characters cave, listening
to Pendrell sing. But was it really singing? Jeff didn't know if this group
called the Spice Girls even counted as music. Did "I wanna, I wanna"
repeated hundreds of times count as lyrics in this strange age?

	Jeff looked over at Pendrell, dancing around with earphones on,
singing at the top of his lungs and not even noticing Jeff was there. He
shook his head, and went to find Barry.

	Barry was in the nightclub. More specifically, he was in the
dressing room, and he had a huge grin on his face. "Jeffy, I found you
something," he said.

	"Are you wearing lipstick?" Jeff asked him.

	Barry shrugged. "We're dead, we can do what we want." He went over
to the dress rack, whistling the Colonel Boogey march, then pulled out a
long red sequined dress. "It's your size, darling."

	Jeff felt his eyes almost pop out of his head. "Barry, you're an
absolute saint! Where did you find it?"

	"It was in the Twin Peaks D.C.C.," Barry replied. "Don't know
exactly how it got there, but..." he shrugged again. "So you gonna try it
on, Spender, or what?"

	Jeff was already pulling off his green-and-black striped Gap shirt.
Barry's eyes followed the shirt, lustfully. "Jeffy, you know I want that
shirt...how about we trade the dress for that shirt?"

	"Not in the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi will I ever trade my shirt!"
Jeff grabbed it from the floor.

	Barry gasped. Their most sacred Saint in the D.C.C.! "Well, if
that's the way you feel about it, I guess I could trade you the dress for
the opportunity to help you get into it..." he trailed off, eyeing Jeff
suggestively.

	"That's more reasonable," Jeff  began, but Barry cut him off.

	"But you have to shower first, and then I get to dry you with the
hairdryer," Barry finished.

	Jeff's eyebrows shot up. "The hairdryer, Baldwin?"

	"You said it, Spender."

	Jeff reached out a finger to touch the shimmering red sequins, then
gave Barry a grin. "Deal."

	He showered fast, and Barry was ready with a towel and the
hairdryer when he stepped out of the curtained cubicle. He'd never
understood poor Barry's obsession with that hairdryer, but he was willing
to oblige, if it meant getting to wear that dress.

	"Don't let that hairdryer get to close now," he warned Barry, who
simply gave him a seductive grin and turned on the appliance. Spender felt
the brisk rub of the towel on his back, then on his hair, and then he felt
the warm air of the hairdryer.

	But before Barry could get him totally dried off, there was a loud
banging on the door, and then it opened, and Pendrell walked in. "If you
wanna be my lover - " he sang loudly, then finished by mumbling in a
shocked voice, "you gotta get with my friends. What the fuck are you two
doing?"

	Jeff pulled a towel around himself. He might be willing to play
with Barry, but there was no way in Hell Pendrell was going to look at him
naked. Then he pointed at the dress. Pendrell drooled, and Barry pointed
the hairdryer at him. "No drooling on the dress, Pendrell. And don't you
even *think* about touching it."

	"But, Barry - "

	"It's Jeff's dress, but not until I finish blowdrying him."

	"Where'd you get it?"

	"Twin Peaks cave."

	Pendrell drooled some more, and Jeff made a face. "Stop drooling,
and go listen to your Spice Girls."

	"Is Bryson over there?" Pendrell persisted.

	Jeff and Barry exchanged bored glances. "Yes. He got shot in a drug
raid a year ago."

	"And no one told me he was there?"

	"Well, if you'd try being a little more sociable - " Barry began,
but Pendrell had already rushed off, presumably to the Peaks cave. Jeff
looked at Barry, and shrugged. Barry grinned, and picked up the hair dryer
again. "Now, where were we?"

	"I'm dry now," Jeff protested.

	"Shut up and drop the towel, Spender."

	******

	*finally, the end of this madness!*