Art Imitating Life
Chapter 1:
Another Day, Another Dollar
Jack Stannard stared blankly at the computer screen on his desk. Somehow he expected it to stare back at him. But no, the only reply was the soft humming of electricity being harnessed.
Jack yawned. At 18, this internship at some Wall Street firm was a key to his future. At least that was what his parents told him. Over and over again. And yet Jack was laden with an ennui that one would more expect in a middle aged man. Jack needed something more in his life.
Sure, Jack had partied and got around. But was this it? Was this really the road he'd follow? Somehow he'd always seen a different future.
Jack prepared to indulge in some Mitty-esque fantasy.
"Jack Stannard?" A husky, sexy voice asked from behind Jack, crashing his flight of fancy before it took even off.
"Yeah," Jack replied, slowly swiveling around in his chair. "What do you-"
He stopped as soon as he saw her face.
The first thing he noticed when he saw her face was her blue/green eyes. They were akin to some precious stones, one minute dazzling sapphires, and the next deep green emeralds. Her dark red hair caught his attention next, the perfect frame on her light skin. Finally those deep red lips that seemed to be moving but Jack wasn't close to listening.
" -Jack Stannard?" the sexy voice repeated, this time Jack hearing.
"Bullshit!" was Jack's loud reply, attracting some attention from the desks closest to his; but just as quickly the brokers returned to their quest of riches.
"Excuse me?" the stunned woman replied to Jack.
Jack couldn't believe it. Here in front of him was Gillian Anderson, of X- Files (his favorite show) fame. When Jack wasn't at a party, he was watching the X-Files, a show that captured Jack attention because of its out of the ordinary style. It also helped that in Jack's opinion Gillian was one of the most beautiful women out there. But what the hell was she doing here?
The husky voice regained some strength, "My name is-"
"Gillian Anderson" Jack interrupted, "I know."
"No," the voice was tougher now, "Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI."
Jack couldn't believe this. Was this a joke his friends were playing? No, maybe it was his mind snapping. He had gone on a permanent flight of fancy, with no return back to the ground. Jack's face must've shown his enormous surprise.
The voice was real tough now, though still with that sexy, husky accent, "Sir, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Scully pulled out a badge from within her black jacket. Jack paid no attention, his eyes lingering on the tight skirt that clung to her sides until it tapered of at knee length. Then his eyes traveled slowly back up her body, lingering at all the right spots. Finally his gaze stopped at her face, where it was returned. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, her lips slightly pursed, as if she'd caught Jack in the act a million times before.
"Uh, yeah" Jack managed to say, blushing a bit at being caught.
"Please follow me," the now icy voice said.
Jack managed to get up out of his chair. The brokers closest around him looked away from their computers. They had caught the "FBI" part. But otherwise it was business as usual.
Scully led the way past the rows of cubicles and desks strewn with papers. Jack still didn't believe what was going on. His gaze drifted again to the skirt clinging tightly to her backside. Jack bit his lip. This couldn't be happening. Could it?
They left the field of desks and entered into a hallway that would lead to an elevator. Jack saw a fellow intern, Alex, walking towards him. As Alex walked by Scully he smiled and shook his head at Jack.
"How the hell did you pull that off?" Alex whispered.
Jack didn't have time to talk about it, he only asked, "Isn't that Gillian Anderson?"
"Who?"
"You know, that chick from the X-Files."
"From the what? Is that some porno?"
Jack's disbelief was enormous. Hadn't it just been a day or two ago that they had discussed the X-Files (especially Anderson) quite in depth? He continued past a confused Alex.
"Hey, Jack-" Alex continued.
But Jack had already passed on to where Scully was waiting at the elevator. Scully turned to Jack, and her eyes focused directly on his. Jack was mesmerized.
"Did you just say-" Scully cut herself off. The ice had melted.
Jack looked at his tall reflection in the silver doors of the elevator entrance. His brown hair was slightly tussled from his sleeping on the commuter train, and his dark brown eyes had slight dark circles around them from his nights out late at clubs. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his long arms that (at least he thought) were a bit lanky.
"Yeah?" Jack turned back to Scully, still in a state of wonder.
"No, nothing."
They waited in silence for the elevator. Scully impatiently brushed a stray red strand of hair from her face. Jack stared at her again. Damn, Jack thought, How the hell could I be so lucky?
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Hey, try to go easy on my story. It's my first time posting. I've started dozens of stories before, but some how I never get around to finishing them. I hope I manage to finish this one, I think it'll be pretty long. Thanx for reading.
Whoops, forgot the disclaimer. The X-Files, and all characters from the show, belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. This is just a fan's story, I don't want any *trouble*. Peace.
Chapter 1:
Another Day, Another Dollar
Jack Stannard stared blankly at the computer screen on his desk. Somehow he expected it to stare back at him. But no, the only reply was the soft humming of electricity being harnessed.
Jack yawned. At 18, this internship at some Wall Street firm was a key to his future. At least that was what his parents told him. Over and over again. And yet Jack was laden with an ennui that one would more expect in a middle aged man. Jack needed something more in his life.
Sure, Jack had partied and got around. But was this it? Was this really the road he'd follow? Somehow he'd always seen a different future.
Jack prepared to indulge in some Mitty-esque fantasy.
"Jack Stannard?" A husky, sexy voice asked from behind Jack, crashing his flight of fancy before it took even off.
"Yeah," Jack replied, slowly swiveling around in his chair. "What do you-"
He stopped as soon as he saw her face.
The first thing he noticed when he saw her face was her blue/green eyes. They were akin to some precious stones, one minute dazzling sapphires, and the next deep green emeralds. Her dark red hair caught his attention next, the perfect frame on her light skin. Finally those deep red lips that seemed to be moving but Jack wasn't close to listening.
" -Jack Stannard?" the sexy voice repeated, this time Jack hearing.
"Bullshit!" was Jack's loud reply, attracting some attention from the desks closest to his; but just as quickly the brokers returned to their quest of riches.
"Excuse me?" the stunned woman replied to Jack.
Jack couldn't believe it. Here in front of him was Gillian Anderson, of X- Files (his favorite show) fame. When Jack wasn't at a party, he was watching the X-Files, a show that captured Jack attention because of its out of the ordinary style. It also helped that in Jack's opinion Gillian was one of the most beautiful women out there. But what the hell was she doing here?
The husky voice regained some strength, "My name is-"
"Gillian Anderson" Jack interrupted, "I know."
"No," the voice was tougher now, "Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI."
Jack couldn't believe this. Was this a joke his friends were playing? No, maybe it was his mind snapping. He had gone on a permanent flight of fancy, with no return back to the ground. Jack's face must've shown his enormous surprise.
The voice was real tough now, though still with that sexy, husky accent, "Sir, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Scully pulled out a badge from within her black jacket. Jack paid no attention, his eyes lingering on the tight skirt that clung to her sides until it tapered of at knee length. Then his eyes traveled slowly back up her body, lingering at all the right spots. Finally his gaze stopped at her face, where it was returned. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, her lips slightly pursed, as if she'd caught Jack in the act a million times before.
"Uh, yeah" Jack managed to say, blushing a bit at being caught.
"Please follow me," the now icy voice said.
Jack managed to get up out of his chair. The brokers closest around him looked away from their computers. They had caught the "FBI" part. But otherwise it was business as usual.
Scully led the way past the rows of cubicles and desks strewn with papers. Jack still didn't believe what was going on. His gaze drifted again to the skirt clinging tightly to her backside. Jack bit his lip. This couldn't be happening. Could it?
They left the field of desks and entered into a hallway that would lead to an elevator. Jack saw a fellow intern, Alex, walking towards him. As Alex walked by Scully he smiled and shook his head at Jack.
"How the hell did you pull that off?" Alex whispered.
Jack didn't have time to talk about it, he only asked, "Isn't that Gillian Anderson?"
"Who?"
"You know, that chick from the X-Files."
"From the what? Is that some porno?"
Jack's disbelief was enormous. Hadn't it just been a day or two ago that they had discussed the X-Files (especially Anderson) quite in depth? He continued past a confused Alex.
"Hey, Jack-" Alex continued.
But Jack had already passed on to where Scully was waiting at the elevator. Scully turned to Jack, and her eyes focused directly on his. Jack was mesmerized.
"Did you just say-" Scully cut herself off. The ice had melted.
Jack looked at his tall reflection in the silver doors of the elevator entrance. His brown hair was slightly tussled from his sleeping on the commuter train, and his dark brown eyes had slight dark circles around them from his nights out late at clubs. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his long arms that (at least he thought) were a bit lanky.
"Yeah?" Jack turned back to Scully, still in a state of wonder.
"No, nothing."
They waited in silence for the elevator. Scully impatiently brushed a stray red strand of hair from her face. Jack stared at her again. Damn, Jack thought, How the hell could I be so lucky?
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Hey, try to go easy on my story. It's my first time posting. I've started dozens of stories before, but some how I never get around to finishing them. I hope I manage to finish this one, I think it'll be pretty long. Thanx for reading.
Whoops, forgot the disclaimer. The X-Files, and all characters from the show, belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. This is just a fan's story, I don't want any *trouble*. Peace.