David Duchovny sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Chris, she's doing it again!"
Chris Carter turned from Frank Spotntiz and John Shiban and glared at David.
"What did I tell you?" He hissed. David rolled his eyes.
"Your Supreme High Majesty Chris, she's doing it again!"
A loud giggle was heard and Gillian Anderson approached. She latched onto David's arm.
"David, let's buy an island! You have the money! HAHAHA!"
Chris sighed and put a sympathetic hand on David's shoulder.
"I'll take care of this."
He whirled around to face Gillian, a cheesy grin plastered to his features. "Gilli-Bean?"
Gillian giggled again. "Why don't we go get a cigarette? I think Bill Davis has some handy."
"No." Gillian pouted. "I-I told you I dun smoke anymore."
"Well, I think you should start again, sweetie."
"So do I!" a hundred cast and crew members chorused in unison. Gillian smiled.
"Where'd all the magic voices come from?" she asked. David stood and went to his co-star.
"Gillian, do you remember me? I'm David. You wanted me to buy and island not more than a minute ago."
For a moment, Gillian looked as if she were deep in thought. Then she exploded with laughter.
"Didn't I see you on David Letterman?"
"Yes, Gillian, and you were on Letterman, too."
"Heeheehee no I wasn't, silly!" Gillian poked David in the stomach, then frowned. "You don't make a noise like the pudgy guy does."
"You were, too." Argued Chris as he popped a tape in the nearby VCR then pressed play and turned on the TV.
A flicker later, the image on screen was of a semi-serious Gillian opposite David Letterman. The audience was laughing; Gillian must have said something.
"I'd like to see you back on the smokes." Dave told her.
"See?" Chris pushed stop on the VCR. "Even he wants you to smoke again!"
"His name is David, and your name is David!" Gillian hugged her co-star.
"You're right. Small world." Duchovny muttered.
"It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all!"
"Way to go, dumbass!" Shiban shouted over Gillian's singing.
"How are we supposed to start filming now?" Yelled Mitch Pileggi, who'd come over when he heard the commotion.
"Fear not, O worthless peons! I have an idea!" Announced Chris. He put both hand son Gillian's shoulders, stopping her singing. A pool started like magic; those who thought Chris would slap her and those who thought he'd shake her.
But all Chris did was clear his throat and bellow, "Scully Mode!"
All at once, Gillian's stupid grin faded. Her vacant eyes hardened; her posture straightened. The sound studio went silent.
"How the hell did you do that?" David asked in awe.
"Use it wisely, my friend." Advised Chris.
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Author's notes: I saw the May 15, 2000 David Letterman show with Gilli, and boy was that a shock! She's so different from tight-assed Scully it's mind boggling! I hope she starts smoking again!
I definitely over exaggerated with her bubbly personality-I hope no one takes offense! It wasn't my intention to be mean to her; I think she's cool! This is just my take on a typical day on the set.
"Chris, she's doing it again!"
Chris Carter turned from Frank Spotntiz and John Shiban and glared at David.
"What did I tell you?" He hissed. David rolled his eyes.
"Your Supreme High Majesty Chris, she's doing it again!"
A loud giggle was heard and Gillian Anderson approached. She latched onto David's arm.
"David, let's buy an island! You have the money! HAHAHA!"
Chris sighed and put a sympathetic hand on David's shoulder.
"I'll take care of this."
He whirled around to face Gillian, a cheesy grin plastered to his features. "Gilli-Bean?"
Gillian giggled again. "Why don't we go get a cigarette? I think Bill Davis has some handy."
"No." Gillian pouted. "I-I told you I dun smoke anymore."
"Well, I think you should start again, sweetie."
"So do I!" a hundred cast and crew members chorused in unison. Gillian smiled.
"Where'd all the magic voices come from?" she asked. David stood and went to his co-star.
"Gillian, do you remember me? I'm David. You wanted me to buy and island not more than a minute ago."
For a moment, Gillian looked as if she were deep in thought. Then she exploded with laughter.
"Didn't I see you on David Letterman?"
"Yes, Gillian, and you were on Letterman, too."
"Heeheehee no I wasn't, silly!" Gillian poked David in the stomach, then frowned. "You don't make a noise like the pudgy guy does."
"You were, too." Argued Chris as he popped a tape in the nearby VCR then pressed play and turned on the TV.
A flicker later, the image on screen was of a semi-serious Gillian opposite David Letterman. The audience was laughing; Gillian must have said something.
"I'd like to see you back on the smokes." Dave told her.
"See?" Chris pushed stop on the VCR. "Even he wants you to smoke again!"
"His name is David, and your name is David!" Gillian hugged her co-star.
"You're right. Small world." Duchovny muttered.
"It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all!"
"Way to go, dumbass!" Shiban shouted over Gillian's singing.
"How are we supposed to start filming now?" Yelled Mitch Pileggi, who'd come over when he heard the commotion.
"Fear not, O worthless peons! I have an idea!" Announced Chris. He put both hand son Gillian's shoulders, stopping her singing. A pool started like magic; those who thought Chris would slap her and those who thought he'd shake her.
But all Chris did was clear his throat and bellow, "Scully Mode!"
All at once, Gillian's stupid grin faded. Her vacant eyes hardened; her posture straightened. The sound studio went silent.
"How the hell did you do that?" David asked in awe.
"Use it wisely, my friend." Advised Chris.
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Author's notes: I saw the May 15, 2000 David Letterman show with Gilli, and boy was that a shock! She's so different from tight-assed Scully it's mind boggling! I hope she starts smoking again!
I definitely over exaggerated with her bubbly personality-I hope no one takes offense! It wasn't my intention to be mean to her; I think she's cool! This is just my take on a typical day on the set.