Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or x files they are owned by the god that is Chris Carter and co etc

This is set around just after Arcadia season 6.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jessica Myers sat in the police station feeling sorry for herself. She shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair with her head in her hands. She knew that they were calling her parents in Somerset. Somehow she felt that they would get the same reaction as she had earlier.

Her head was spinning and she still felt nauseous. How the hell had this happened? She wondered how the hell she was going to get out of this.

She had woken on a grassy patch in a large park. She had spent what felt like an eternity lying on the grass trying to catch her breath and shake off the disorientation. A wave of nausea had hit her as she had gingerly sat up and she had dry retched as tears had cascaded down her face. She had a strange metallic taste in her mouth. Once she had stopped retching and was sure she wasn't going to bring anything up she took long deep breaths trying to calm herself down.

She was sore. Her ribs ached as if some one had pummelled her and her head was banging so hard she could barely focus. Shakily standing up she had stumbled along listening hearing snatches of conversation as people walked through the park with their kids, professionals in their suits enjoying some time away from the office kids playing Frisbee and families having picnics. She was suddenly aware that there had been a lot of American accents, all varied but distinctly American. She had come across the pay phone with a cry of relief. It had been short lived when she had managed to get some change into the phone and it had gone straight through. She had frowned at it and then realised that instead of pence and pound signs it had had dollar and cent signs.

Her brain had seemed to jam and she couldn't think straight. Dollars? She had started to hyperventilate and crouched down against the phone again trying to calm herself down. A woman had been passing and had crouched down next to her to try to help her. Jessica frowned as she tried to remember the lady that had helped her. She had been vaguely aware that she had kind brown eyes and soft grey hair. She had reminded her of her next door neighbour. Jessica had told her that she was lost and that her family were in England. That she only had English money showing her the coins and notes scrunched uselessly in her hand. The woman had calmed her with a soft 'sush' and had helped her up. Then she had stepped up to the payphone and helped her dial her home number.

She had shakily listened to the long ringing tones. Her heart had skipped as she had heard a breathless hello before plummeting when she had realised it was her voice.

"Hello? Eww I can hear you breathing you pervert."

"Jessica?" She had managed to croak.

After a surprised intake of breath, "Yeah?"

She had reset the phone and burst into tears again as she had felt herself dropping down to her knees. Her legs could not support her weight. The lady had held her as she cried hysterically and had told her to sit tight whilst she went for help. Next thing Jessica knew she was being gently pulled up and supported by 2 police officers and walked to their squad car.

She sighed heavily and looked around. That had been about 2 hours ago. The place sounded like an office as phones rang, fax machines chirped, computers beeped. Officers spoke in low voices to people Jessica would usually cross the street to avoid. The officers had all been really nice to her. One had brought her over a can of coke and a 'twinkie' promising her a good meal later. She had been mildly amused as she had never seen one before but vaguely remembered a thousand year old twinkie being mentioned in Die Hard. She pinged at the pull toggle on the can absentmindedly. They had obviously thought that she was some runaway in trouble or fighting with her parents and felt sorry for her. Some stupid dumb kid that got in trouble. She scowled at her coke as she took another swig. That is of course until she had started speaking; to which her British accent had sealed the impression that she was some stupid lost tourist.

She shifted position again feeling an uncomfortable tingling in her left arse cheek as it went numb.

She had no passport, no id, a pack of chewing gum and about 20 quid on her. All she had was a small clutch purse with photos of her and family/friends. She guessed her being practically incoherent in the park babbling some shit about lightening and jolts through her fingertips didn't help. She thought she may have also mentioned something about it being night and suddenly it was day. Secretly she was just pleased they hadn't put her in the drunk tank from what she had seen on the cop shows from the tv. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of a shared 'open' toilet.

She was sitting in a police precinct in down town Washington D.C. In FUCKING AMERICA! This would be so cool, so amazing so awesome if she hadn't been so shit scared and alone.

She racked her brain trying to remember what had happened before she had come too in a lovely, albeit slightly wet, park that afternoon. She had been walking up her street with the plastic bag slightly swinging. She had rented Independence Day (a classic) and bought some pick and mix sweets. Rob was due over in about 20 mins and she had just enough time to clear her room up before they would settle and watch the movie. There had been ominous clouds all day and the weather had been close, she had felt the pressure in her sinuses. Distant rumbling thunder had made her turn around and look over the horizon. She was lucky where she lived, even though it was the most boring town in the world, the storms were amazing as you could see for miles around uninterrupted. She had turned her face to the rising winds and let the warmth sweep over her like a tidal wave. And then the rain had opened in sheets and the lightening had dazzled across the sky.

It didn't matter that she was soaked. She was feeling cool and refreshed for the first time in weeks. Finally the rain had come. She had started to run up her drive still trying to watch the show but unable to because of the thickness of the rain. She frowned in concentration as she tried to remember all the details. When she had reached out to grab the front door handle she had felt a jolt through her fingertips, and somewhere around her belly button bar she had felt a pulling like a line reeling her in before she had blacked out.

It didn't make sense. She dry rubbed her face roughly and ran her hair through her tangled mane. She knew she must look a real mess. Her clothes had only just about dried out - she could smell the slight must of damp when she moved. Her soft brown hair which usually sat in long waves right down to the small of her back was tangled and smelt of rain water. She had only been wearing a pair of black tailored shorts, a soft pink racer top and black flip flops. What was left of her mascara was probably half way down her face after the amount of times she had cried today. Her eyes and nose felt sore and she was sure that they were red raw and puffy. She could feel her bottom lip starting to tremble again and had to bite down really hard on it to stop the tears welling in her eyes from falling.

"Oh My God!" She breathed as she looked up and saw THEM standing less than 10 feet away. She did a double take at David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson who were standing in their full costumes talking to one of the officers. She sat in stupefied silence for what felt like an eon. Her mind went totally blank as shock registered on her already battered and tested senses.

She felt herself raise out of her chair and sleep walk over to them. She had to confirm that it was them. The closer she got to them the more she couldn't believe that it was actually them.

The officer was frowning at them watching them have a relatively tense conversation. Jessica stopped next to them with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide with incredulous admiration. They became aware of the teenager and their conversation died on their lips as they took her in.

"It's you guys ... it's really you... guys." She looked like she was at a tennis match as she tried to look at both of them. Suddenly she broke her wide eye gaze and started looking around her for cameras and crew members cringing as she imagined a very pissed off Chris Carter suddenly shouting at her for having walked into the middle of a scene.

She started blushing furiously, " I-I'mmm sor-sorry did I just ruin a shot?" Gillian Anderson was frowing at her in slight concern whilst David Duchovny simply looked at her with a bemused expression on his face.

"Are you ok?" Gillian asked her at arms length. "I am a doctor do you need help?"

She looked at the teenager with real concern,"Do you remember banging your head?" She quickly looked at the police officer for confirmation as to why this teenager was sitting in an area which was normally used to book prostitutes, petty criminals and drunkards.

She wasn't handcuffed which was a good sign that she wasn't in trouble. She quickly deduced that she was maybe around 15 maybe 16 and with the British accent maybe she had got lost whilst on holiday with her family. The officer quietly shook his head and went to move Jessica out of the way so they could carry on with their previous discussion about the man that they had just interrogated.

Jessica still stared at her and gushed almost incoherently, "I am sorry I know that I am being a total spaced out fan - you know how you always say you're so gonna be uber cool if you meet your heroes but then when it happens you sooo aren't - I'm rambling now I just can't believe that I am actually meeting you guys."

All three adults looked at her quite literally as if she had just landed as she breathlessly asked, " Can I have your autographs?"

"Who do you think we are?" David asked cautiously.

She looked at him in surprise, "David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson." The agents looked at each other. She frowned, he replied by raising his eyebrows and then shrugging before both turned back to Jessica.

"Who?"

She faltered slightly at the silent conversation they had with their eyes. She gasped as a strange thought occurred to her. "Mulder and Scully?" She whispered.

Both of the agents reactions, their eyes widening and their jaws falling simultaneously was the last thing Jessica remembered as she whispered "Holy Shit!"

And then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt herself fall backwards into darkness.