Samuel Evans jerked out of his sleep and stared around his large dark bedroom. His breathing was ragged and his eyes burned from the continuous lack of sleep. A yawn escaped from his lips as he turned his head to look out the window and he noticed that the sky was full of stars. A small smile tugged at the corner of his plump lips as he pushed his comforter off of his long legs. For as long as Sam could remember, he had had a deep fascination and love for astrology. There was something about the way that the stars shone and the way that they formed that, caused a warm feeling deep in his body. He slowly moved to his window, opened it, and leaned outside as the cool air surrounded his head. The wind made his already tired eyes sting, so he closed them and listened to the night time sounds. He could hear the rustle of the leaves and the distant sounds of animals scurrying through them. Yet, with his eyes closed he could see the nightmare that was plaguing his everyday sleep. He had been having the same reoccuring dream over the past few months and as much as he tried to understand it, it still never made any sense. The autumn wind picked up and nipped at his face. He reluctantly pulled his head back into his bedroom and closed the window.
Sam adjusted his pyjama bottoms and headed out to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He stood in front of the sink and chugged back the cold drink, letting it wash over him and fully wake him up. He sauntered back into his bedroom and climbed into his bed. He rubbed his right eye with the back of his hand, when he saw something move in the corner of his room. His hand quickly dropped to his side as his head jerked towards the dark corner of his room. A figure began to come forward out of the darkness and Sam was able to make out the shape of a very tall person. He quickly jerked back out of his bed and rolled on to the floor. He grabbed his gun from under the bed and aimed it at the feet that he could see from under his bed. The gun remained poised in his hand but Sam froze when he noticed that the person was barefoot with large amethyst coloured feet and smaller darker purple coloured circles. He slowly inched up and peeked over his mattress. The sight caused him to drop his gun on to the ground as he stared at the purple amazon looking woman wearing a long almost translucent white cloak. He could tell that he was staring at a woman because of the swell of her breasts underneath the cloak. His eyes scanned her muscular strong body and landed on her almost fog like coloured eyes. They looked like storms, but he could still tell that she was staring at him. She moved more out of the shadows and he could see her thick curly hair on top of her head. She was anything but grotesque but Sam knew that who or whatever she was, was not human in any way, shape or form. The woman cocked her head to the side and Sam wasn't sure, but he could swear that he saw a hint of a smile play on her full lips.
He quickly stood up and faced her. "What are you…what do you want?" He squeaked out and the small smile fell from her lips. The woman squinted her white eyes and surveyed Sam's frame. She opened her mouth and he heard the most melodious sounds come out, but had no idea as to what she was saying. "What?!" He whispered as he studied the much taller woman. She began to speak the peculiar language again and Sam blankly stared at her. This is a dream…this has got to be a dream, maybe I drank some bad water….shit I didn't use the filtered stuff. It has to be the excess calcium in my water. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. When I open them…the she creature will be gone and I will realise that this was all just a twisted scary dream. He counted and when he opened his eyes the woman creature had vanished. He tried to calm down his breathing when he realised it was louder than usual. Once he held his breath, he realised that the breathing was coming from behind him. He whipped around and came face to chest with the purple creature. Sam stood there paralysed as he saw her expression move from worry to sadness as she looked him over. Fearing for his life, he screamed and ran to his bathroom and locked the door.
"The fuck? the fuck am I? the fuck was that?" He filled his sink with cold water and splashed his face. "I'm just seeing things…I probably took an expired tylenol earlier. Yea that's it, an expired tylenol." He nodded as he tried to console himself. He grabbed a hand towel that was hanging up and wiped his dripping face. A sigh escaped his lips as he tried to get the nerve to head back outside. Once he had said at least ten hail Mary's, he slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner. He quickly walked back into his room and looked around the still dark room. The creature was nowhere to be seen. He even knelt down and looked under his bed. I'm an idiot…that woman was like 6'5, how the hell could she fit under the bed? Even though he had confirmed that she was gone, Sam decided to sleep on the couch with his gun stuffed under his pillow and prayers that he didn't accidentally shoot himself in the head while he slept.
The next morning after approximately two hours of sleep, Sam took a quick shower and got ready for work. He ran out of his house with a muffin stuffed into his mouth and hopped into his car. Images of the purple woman with the dark small circles all over her body plagued his thoughts on the drive; he tried to listen to some heavy metal to drown out his thoughts, but they were continuous. For a few moments after he parked, he sat in his car and banged his head against the steering wheel. "Snap out of it Evans….it was a dream. A fucked up dream, but a dream nevertheless." He walked into his office and sat down at his desk. He eyed the stack of files and inwardly groaned.
"What's up Evans?!" He felt a heavy smack on his back and almost jolted forwards. "You look like death, so, I brought ya coffee." Sam looked up into the hazel eyes of Agent Noah Puckerman and grinned.
"Well thanks Puckerman…I appreciate the insult and the gesture." Puck grabbed a computer chair from another desk and sat down beside Sam. "Just had a rough night." Puck raised his eyebrows.
"Shit man, did you finally get laid?!" He said enthusiastically as he stared into Sam's green eyes. Sam looked around and saw a female agent staring at him with curiosity.
"I don't think agent Moulder over by the coffee machine heard you….maybe you can say it just a bit more loudly." He gave his hazel eyed friend side eye and laughed.
"Dude, you're an FBI agent, if you can't use that to get laid…then what the hell was the point of becoming an agent in the first place Evans?" Puck laughed and then sipped his own coffee. Sam rolled his eyes and scratched his slightly short hair.
"Um…let me think," Sam scratched his scruffy chin. "To help people, to find aliens, and then to get laid. That's the order in my mind."
"Meh…getting laid, having sex, and touching some boobies. That's the order in my mind." Puck flashed some white teeth, looked over Sam's shoulder and then his smile fell. "Shit. Williams is coming." Sam whipped his head around and stared at the tall bald black man heading towards them. Both of the men stood up and faced their boss.
"Evans, Puckerman…" he handed them a folder with a grim expression on his face. "Check out this case and report to MaClain's field in one hour." He nodded and walked away from them.
"Dude reminds me of Cobra Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch." Puck muttered under his breath.
"Not even going to ask you why you know that." Sam smiled and scanned the file. His expression grew tight as he read the report. "Shit." He mumbled. He handed the file over to Puck and grabbed his coat and headed towards the door.
"This has got to be some type of joke right?" Puck looked up and realised Sam was way ahead of him and ran after him.
The two donned their sunglasses and walked across the field. The owner of it turned at the sounds of their footsteps. "Yer fellas here for my lil problem?" He asked as he chewed on a toothpick.
"Yep, we'ere here to check out the thing you called in….so let's see it." The owner of the field nodded and walked towards a part of the field that dipped. Puck and Sam followed him and stopped abruptly when he did.
"Here yer are…" He pointed to nothing. The two men quickly glanced each other, "My dog here ran into it the other day." He reached up and placed his hand on the nothingness when the agents began to hear a loud humming. "It shows more when others touch it too." The agents reluctantly placed their hand beside the owners and felt a cold metal. Sam's eyes widended when he saw that the invisible thing they had all been touching was now a solid metal heavily damaged spaceship.