The Case Of The Missing Muse
A/N: My X File muse has gone, so who better than to ask a bored Mulder and Scully to find it. Of course this story includes me and I join in, but there's a thorn in the side... I have a thing for the Redheaded Agent Scully:D
Mulder sat playing his desk with pencils like a drum set. Lately he had been very, very boring, he wasn't sure how they got out of the mess in Falls Church. Ever since then, there had been no cases, no excitement oh hell, there'd even been no little misadventures. All the filing had been done and then redone by Scully. She to was becoming antsy and agitated at nothing.
"When did we last have a case Scully?" Mulder asked as he put the pencils down.
"I don't know Mulder," Scully answered. "Who would've thought that working on the X-Files with you would become so boring," she continued.
"Gee thanks Scully," Mulder smiled at her. It was true that lately nothing seemed to happen. They spent their days trying to alleviate the boredom in many ways but they were running out of ideas. "I'm beginning to think we've investigated and solved everything. We need a case soon or I'm going to request a transfer to missing persons," Mulder added.
"There must be something left," Scully said.
"You want to dig up Krychek and freak Skinner out?" Mulder asked.
"If we don't get anything next week, I'll bring the shovel," Scully said seriously. There was just something that they had to do to entertain themselves. The last month, they'd been sitting in their office twiddling their thumbs with complete boredom. Not just twiddling their thumbs, Scully was becoming quite good with air guitar and when Mulder brought in Guitar hero, the guitar met with an unfortunate accident when Mulder did heavy metal. Scully was furious with him... She didn't even get to have a go at it. Sure Mulder apologized but that didn't change the fact that the guitar hero guitar was in pieces.
That was when I walked through the door. For those who don't know me, I'm Fictionnaire and I'm an author for fanfiction. I knocked on the door.
"Enter," Mulder called out. "If you have a case," he added.
Boy oh boy, did I have a case for them. One that I'd think Mulder and Scully would enjoy the challenge of solving for me. I adjusted the papers in my hand before walking in. My heart beat faster and I couldn't believe I was about to meet Mulder and Scully.... In person.
"How can we help you?" Mulder asked. He knew I wasn't FBI but didn't question me.
"I'm Fictionnaire," I extended my hand out.
"That's a weird name," Mulder said to me. Well, I didn't want him to know my real name.
"That's rich coming from someone who's first name is Fox," I said smiling. He smiled at this, I'm glad that he had that famous sense of humor still. I looked around the office and noted the famous poster behind him.
"Well?" Mulder prompted.
"I'm sorry," I replied. "It's just actually being in the basement office is nothing like I expected. To actually see it in person," I commented. The whole feeling was amazing. I was in the presence of Mulder and... Dana Scully. "Hello, Miss Scully," I extended my hand to her. Her perfume was everything I had imagined it to be... Alluring, appealing. I had always thought of her as the most beautiful woman in the world, but in person, even that didn't do her justice.
"Fictionnaire?!" Mulder had to shout to get my attention.
"What?!" I snapped back. My mind was finally back.
"What brings you down to the FBI's most unwanted?" Mulder asked. I remembered how that's how he first greeted Scully and laughed. "What's so funny?" He asked.
"Oh nothing," I answered.
"Well then what do you want?" Mulder asked.
"Oh yeah," I answered. "I came here because I need your help. I'm a writer for a site could fanfiction, but there's a problem." I said. Well there was a big problem. "My muse has gone missing," I could feel my bottom lip quiver. It was sad that someone must have stolen my muse. "I think my muse has been stolen, abducted or even done away with."
I noted that Mulder and Scully exchanged looks. Even though I couldn't see it, I was sure that Scully was rolling her eyes. Perhaps she thought it was some kind of practical joke. "Really," she said.
"This is serious," I reiterated. "Without my muse, I can't write," my bottom lip quivered. The thought of perhaps never writing X-Files again was sad to me. I don't know how my readers felt about that, maybe they'd be happy about it.
"Alright," Mulder said. He was bored and was willing to investigate anything. "Do you have a list of suspects that'd want to get your muse," he said.
Scully's shoulders heaved as she was trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it then she said those three famous words. "Oh my God," she said. "You're seriously going to investigate this?"
"Yes, I do have a list of strong suspects," I replied. "I had assumed that you'd ask me that question. There's Agent Taylor," I began. "I put him through hell and I did kill off his girlfriend," I saw their mouths open in shock. "Bare with me... There's you and Scully because of that whole Falls Church serial case. Agent Myers, because he's an asshole... Agent Jack, well I think he wants to get with me... Krychek, actually I don't think he has anything to do with this, but I just wanted to say his name," I smiled and watched their reaction. "Agent Pendrell, because he didn't get Scully... Bill Scully since your relationship with each other has hit a new level. Charles Scully since I don't write a lot by him. Skinner because I always cause trouble and turn his agency upside down."
"Is that all?" Scully asked.
"Well there's Doggett, but I doubt it, because I've been nice to him." I continued. "Agent Fuller because I keep dragging him into Agent Myers adventures. Agent Willmore, because I keep making fun of him for losing his badge. Agent Dale Cooper... Again I just wanted to say his name. He is so cool... I just want you two to meet. Fanfiction authors Xfilescraziichick.. She and I have written similar stories, I think she wants me out of the picture... The X-Filer because I wrote a story about him and I think he's never forgotten it and Ash from Evil dead series only because you're going to interview everybody and I want to meet him." I said to Mulder.
"Now is that all?" Mulder rubbed his face.
"That's all I can think of on the top of my head," I answered him.
"So, your muse was last seen of fanfiction?" Mulder asked.
"Yes, fanfiction dot net," I gave them the website address. They'd perhaps need to read some of the stories to get a feel for what possibly could have happened.
"What are you doing?" Scully asked me.
I hadn't realized that I had inched closer to where Scully was sitting and found myself sniffing at her perfume and admiring the red hair. I had always found redheads sexier than anything and now having Scully within touching distance. "I want to thank you two for doing this for me," I said solemnly and I placed my hand on her shoulder and pretended to cough as if I was steadying myself. "Sorry, I lost my balance," I tried to sound convincing.
"First things first," Scully edged her chair further away from me. "I think we should check out this fanfiction dot net site." She said.