Ending up with Mulder
There was a dull ache in Allison's head as she came to. That was the first thing she noticed. The second was the fact that she again conscience, although at this stage in awareness, being aware and not were seemingly the same. It seemed cobwebs fogged her mind. She lay in this state until she remembered what had happened prior to her sleep. She forced her eyes open and was shocked to see that she was lying on a couch in someone's residence. She sat up in shock, forcing the blood to rush to her head. She clutched her forehead and closed her eyes as if it stopped the pain. Slowly, she reopened her eyes and took a look around.
It was living room, with a computer by the window and a fish tank next to that. She was on a couch that was adjacent from a large TV. Various items in the room were strangely familiar, although Allison was sure she had never been her before. From the bland walls and lack of decor, she concluded that she was in a man's home, and figured that he had found her on the street and took her home to help her recover. Although she did not see why he did not just take her to a hospital. Allison was still too weak to stand up, when a man that she most certainly knew walked into the room.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked in surprise to see a girl on his couch.
"Mulder!?" Allison exclaimed as her all time love stared in bewilderment at her. "How the hell did I get here?" She asked looking around her in realization of where she was.
"I'd like to know the same thing." Mulder said cautiously walking towards her. "How exactly do you know me?" He asked as he sat across from her in a large chair.
"Uh...this may sound weird to you but..." Allison began, unsure of whether Mulder knew of what he was "you're on a TV show." Mulder raised an eyebrow at her.
"I am?" He asked. Allison nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." She said unsure. "It's called the X-files."
"What channel?"
"Fox and FX, which is basically just a subdivision of Fox...but of course you get FX, don't you?" Mulder nodded then said in all seriousness.
"I'm on a sleazy channel like Fox and a channel that merely shows repeats of Fox programs!"
"Well, Fox is on its way to being one of the more respectable channels like ABC. Aside from that, it's way more popular then a channel like NBC or the pathetic UPN."
"I'd shoot myself, if I were on UPN." Mulder then thought about what had just taken place, as Allison thought about how she managed to be discussing the status of popular television channels with Fox Mulder. After thinking for a moment Mulder seemed to come to some conclusion and said, "ABC isn't a respectable channel, it gets terrible ratings." Allison blinked and said slowly,
"No; not since Who Wants to be a Millionaire came on." Mulder looked at her confused.
"Who Wants to be a Millionaire? Never heard of it." Allison, again, looked at him shocked.
"You were on it once! You were the first into the hot seat!" She said remembering that the actor, who played Mulder, David Duchovny was indeed once on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
"I was?" He asked in mild amusement. Allison shook her head in frustration.
"How did I get here? I'm on a freaking TV for God sakes!" She muttered to herself.
"You really think this is a TV show don't you?" Mulder asked. Allison looked stunned, or variations thereof, because she really hadn't felt anything but since she woke up.
"It is a TV show! You're played by David Duchovny, Scully is played by Gillian Anderson, Skinner by Mitch Pileggi, Krycek by Nick Lea...Dogget by Robert Patrick, Reyes by..." Allison stopped at she noticed a lack of understanding on Mulder's face. "What?"
"Who are Dogget and Reyes?" He asked. Allison gave him a side-glance.
"You don't know? They are..." Suddenly a thought dawned upon her, "What year is it?"
"1999, why?" Allison threw up her hands.
"Not only did I get sent to a TV show but I only got sent to its 7the season!" She said in declaration.
"7th season, eh? So what season is the TV show on?"
"Beginning of the 9th." Allison said.
"So you're from the future too?" He asked almost sarcastically. Mulder, being who he was, halfway believed Allison even though it was impossible for it to be true.
"I guess so. It was the end of 2001 when I ended up here."
"Prove it to me." He said in a challenging way. Allison thought for a second, and placed a hand behind herself to rest upon and ended up placing it on her tote bag. She smiled.
"Alright." She grabbed the bag and began to search for something to show Mulder that had a date on it. Her fingers touched a Discover Magazine from 2 months ago, which was well in Allison's time frame. She pulled it out and shoved it into Mulder's face.
"See!" She declared. Mulder took the magazine, looked in wonderment at the date and then flipped through it.
"You're not joking." He muttered. Allison nodded her head. She then pulled out her wallet, and showed him her driver's license, gym membership, school ID card and a few receipts to show him more dates. "I can't believe it." Mulder said smiling.
"I can't believe it either." Allison said.
"So what exactly were you doing before you ended up here?" Mulder asked handing all of Allison's things back. Allison thought for a few seconds.
"I was driving to the Library to do my Physics term paper when I got into an accident, blacked out," Allison then motioned around the room "and woke up here." Mulder was rubbing his chin. "The strangest thing is that it's not even the same date here, as it was when I was at home."
"How do you know?" Mulder asked.
"It was a Sunday, December 1st when I left. It's sometimes in the summer here, right? And it looks like you are getting ready for work, so it can't be Sunday." Allison asked, looking out the window above the computer. Mulder nodded.
"Tuesday, May 12th." He said. Allison nodded.
"So what state am I in? Virginia?" She asked. Again Mulder nodded.
"How do you know where I live?"
"I already told you, this is a TV show." She said matter-o-factly.
"So where are you from?"
"Pleasanton, California. It's close to San Francisco."
"Well, I think that you should come with me to work." Allison's eyes grew bright.
"Really?" She asked childishly.
"You, I imagine, will be the next X-files."
In the basement of the FBI building, Allison was sitting in a chair in Mulder's office as Scully pondered ways that explained how Allison managed to seemingly travel back in time. Allison, though, kept insisting that it was not merely traveling back into time, it was traveling into another dimension where the X-files was real, not a TV show.
"So then, you are from another dimension?" Scully asked dubiously. Allison shrugged.
"Well, since in my world, you are all actors on a TV program, this can't just be the same as my going back three years." Mulder nodded in agreement.
"Well, I don't know what to say Mulder." Scully looked hopelessly as her partner.
"There must be some explanation..." As Mulder opened his mouth to give his theory Scully added "a logical scientific explanation."
"This will logical and scientific. You have absolutely no faith in me, Scully." She shrugged.
"It's not completely without foundation." Mulder gave her a mocking look. Allison, all the while, was looking into her bag seeing what else she had in aimlessly shoved in there.
"Hey, my Discman..." She said as she put the headphones on. Allison began to hum "Livin' La Vida Loca."
"I think that she time traveled." Mulder pulled out the Discover Magazine that Allison had given him. "But, do you know the mathematical problem with time travel?" Scully nodded.
"Something about two things canceling out, it not being mathematically possible."
"Something along those lines. And you know about the paradox involved with time travel? The Grandfather paradox?" Scully shook her head. "Well, if Allison went back into time and killed her grandfather before he met her grandmother that would mean her father was never born and then she would have never been born and therefore could not have traveled back into time to kill her grandfather." Scully looked at him confused and tried to go through the thought process in her head. After a few seconds, she nodded.
"Yeah, I see the problem."
"But, if she could travel back into time but go into another dimension, that paradox has no weight."
"So then, you're suggesting that it is impossible to travel back into time unless one goes into another dimension."
"Exactly." Mulder sounded proud of himself. It was then, in the lull to physical conversion between the two agents that the singing of Allison could be heard.
"Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca! She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca! Her lips are devil rays, and her skins the color mocha. She will wear you out, livin' la vida loca!" Mulder and Scully looked at Allison, totally enthralled in her music. She looked up at them giving her 'the look'. She blushed and muttered
"Sorry." Mulder smiled and Scully smirked.
"Livin' la vida loca, eh?" Mulder said humorously
"Anyway, if she is from the future, why is she here then?" Scully asked, Mulder shrugged.
"In every piece of science fiction out there, the person from the future is always sent back to stop something in the past that brings about destruction in the future." Mulder stretched and yawned. "Perhaps she's sent here to warn us about something."
"So she's the next prophet then?" The two looked back at Allison, who was again singing,
"She'll make you take you're clothes off and go dancing in the rain, she'll make you live her crazy life or she'll take away your pain, like a bullet through your brain..." Scully shook her head,
"Somehow I doubt that," she said watching the girl. Mulder shrugged.
"But, if something terrible was going to happen to us in the future, why was she sent into another dimension?" he asked.
"I thought you said, she couldn't have been sent into her own dimension."
"I did; but I mean, why even bother with another dimension, if they all have the same fate in the end."
"Do they?" Mulder looked at Scully in question.
"I'm a slaaaaave for you. I can not hold it; I cannot control it...ack! I'm listening to Britney Spears!" Allison shrieked and in a spasm type motion flung the headphones off. She was breathing heavily and rolled her eyes. "My God! Why the hell did I put that song on there?" Allison took a deep breath, slowly picked up the headphones, changed the song number and went back into her lull of music, as if nothing had happened. Mulder and Scully, who had watched the whole ordeal in amusement, looked at each other.
"She's suppose to save the world?" Scully asked, "Lord help us all."
There was a dull ache in Allison's head as she came to. That was the first thing she noticed. The second was the fact that she again conscience, although at this stage in awareness, being aware and not were seemingly the same. It seemed cobwebs fogged her mind. She lay in this state until she remembered what had happened prior to her sleep. She forced her eyes open and was shocked to see that she was lying on a couch in someone's residence. She sat up in shock, forcing the blood to rush to her head. She clutched her forehead and closed her eyes as if it stopped the pain. Slowly, she reopened her eyes and took a look around.
It was living room, with a computer by the window and a fish tank next to that. She was on a couch that was adjacent from a large TV. Various items in the room were strangely familiar, although Allison was sure she had never been her before. From the bland walls and lack of decor, she concluded that she was in a man's home, and figured that he had found her on the street and took her home to help her recover. Although she did not see why he did not just take her to a hospital. Allison was still too weak to stand up, when a man that she most certainly knew walked into the room.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked in surprise to see a girl on his couch.
"Mulder!?" Allison exclaimed as her all time love stared in bewilderment at her. "How the hell did I get here?" She asked looking around her in realization of where she was.
"I'd like to know the same thing." Mulder said cautiously walking towards her. "How exactly do you know me?" He asked as he sat across from her in a large chair.
"Uh...this may sound weird to you but..." Allison began, unsure of whether Mulder knew of what he was "you're on a TV show." Mulder raised an eyebrow at her.
"I am?" He asked. Allison nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." She said unsure. "It's called the X-files."
"What channel?"
"Fox and FX, which is basically just a subdivision of Fox...but of course you get FX, don't you?" Mulder nodded then said in all seriousness.
"I'm on a sleazy channel like Fox and a channel that merely shows repeats of Fox programs!"
"Well, Fox is on its way to being one of the more respectable channels like ABC. Aside from that, it's way more popular then a channel like NBC or the pathetic UPN."
"I'd shoot myself, if I were on UPN." Mulder then thought about what had just taken place, as Allison thought about how she managed to be discussing the status of popular television channels with Fox Mulder. After thinking for a moment Mulder seemed to come to some conclusion and said, "ABC isn't a respectable channel, it gets terrible ratings." Allison blinked and said slowly,
"No; not since Who Wants to be a Millionaire came on." Mulder looked at her confused.
"Who Wants to be a Millionaire? Never heard of it." Allison, again, looked at him shocked.
"You were on it once! You were the first into the hot seat!" She said remembering that the actor, who played Mulder, David Duchovny was indeed once on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
"I was?" He asked in mild amusement. Allison shook her head in frustration.
"How did I get here? I'm on a freaking TV for God sakes!" She muttered to herself.
"You really think this is a TV show don't you?" Mulder asked. Allison looked stunned, or variations thereof, because she really hadn't felt anything but since she woke up.
"It is a TV show! You're played by David Duchovny, Scully is played by Gillian Anderson, Skinner by Mitch Pileggi, Krycek by Nick Lea...Dogget by Robert Patrick, Reyes by..." Allison stopped at she noticed a lack of understanding on Mulder's face. "What?"
"Who are Dogget and Reyes?" He asked. Allison gave him a side-glance.
"You don't know? They are..." Suddenly a thought dawned upon her, "What year is it?"
"1999, why?" Allison threw up her hands.
"Not only did I get sent to a TV show but I only got sent to its 7the season!" She said in declaration.
"7th season, eh? So what season is the TV show on?"
"Beginning of the 9th." Allison said.
"So you're from the future too?" He asked almost sarcastically. Mulder, being who he was, halfway believed Allison even though it was impossible for it to be true.
"I guess so. It was the end of 2001 when I ended up here."
"Prove it to me." He said in a challenging way. Allison thought for a second, and placed a hand behind herself to rest upon and ended up placing it on her tote bag. She smiled.
"Alright." She grabbed the bag and began to search for something to show Mulder that had a date on it. Her fingers touched a Discover Magazine from 2 months ago, which was well in Allison's time frame. She pulled it out and shoved it into Mulder's face.
"See!" She declared. Mulder took the magazine, looked in wonderment at the date and then flipped through it.
"You're not joking." He muttered. Allison nodded her head. She then pulled out her wallet, and showed him her driver's license, gym membership, school ID card and a few receipts to show him more dates. "I can't believe it." Mulder said smiling.
"I can't believe it either." Allison said.
"So what exactly were you doing before you ended up here?" Mulder asked handing all of Allison's things back. Allison thought for a few seconds.
"I was driving to the Library to do my Physics term paper when I got into an accident, blacked out," Allison then motioned around the room "and woke up here." Mulder was rubbing his chin. "The strangest thing is that it's not even the same date here, as it was when I was at home."
"How do you know?" Mulder asked.
"It was a Sunday, December 1st when I left. It's sometimes in the summer here, right? And it looks like you are getting ready for work, so it can't be Sunday." Allison asked, looking out the window above the computer. Mulder nodded.
"Tuesday, May 12th." He said. Allison nodded.
"So what state am I in? Virginia?" She asked. Again Mulder nodded.
"How do you know where I live?"
"I already told you, this is a TV show." She said matter-o-factly.
"So where are you from?"
"Pleasanton, California. It's close to San Francisco."
"Well, I think that you should come with me to work." Allison's eyes grew bright.
"Really?" She asked childishly.
"You, I imagine, will be the next X-files."
In the basement of the FBI building, Allison was sitting in a chair in Mulder's office as Scully pondered ways that explained how Allison managed to seemingly travel back in time. Allison, though, kept insisting that it was not merely traveling back into time, it was traveling into another dimension where the X-files was real, not a TV show.
"So then, you are from another dimension?" Scully asked dubiously. Allison shrugged.
"Well, since in my world, you are all actors on a TV program, this can't just be the same as my going back three years." Mulder nodded in agreement.
"Well, I don't know what to say Mulder." Scully looked hopelessly as her partner.
"There must be some explanation..." As Mulder opened his mouth to give his theory Scully added "a logical scientific explanation."
"This will logical and scientific. You have absolutely no faith in me, Scully." She shrugged.
"It's not completely without foundation." Mulder gave her a mocking look. Allison, all the while, was looking into her bag seeing what else she had in aimlessly shoved in there.
"Hey, my Discman..." She said as she put the headphones on. Allison began to hum "Livin' La Vida Loca."
"I think that she time traveled." Mulder pulled out the Discover Magazine that Allison had given him. "But, do you know the mathematical problem with time travel?" Scully nodded.
"Something about two things canceling out, it not being mathematically possible."
"Something along those lines. And you know about the paradox involved with time travel? The Grandfather paradox?" Scully shook her head. "Well, if Allison went back into time and killed her grandfather before he met her grandmother that would mean her father was never born and then she would have never been born and therefore could not have traveled back into time to kill her grandfather." Scully looked at him confused and tried to go through the thought process in her head. After a few seconds, she nodded.
"Yeah, I see the problem."
"But, if she could travel back into time but go into another dimension, that paradox has no weight."
"So then, you're suggesting that it is impossible to travel back into time unless one goes into another dimension."
"Exactly." Mulder sounded proud of himself. It was then, in the lull to physical conversion between the two agents that the singing of Allison could be heard.
"Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca! She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca! Her lips are devil rays, and her skins the color mocha. She will wear you out, livin' la vida loca!" Mulder and Scully looked at Allison, totally enthralled in her music. She looked up at them giving her 'the look'. She blushed and muttered
"Sorry." Mulder smiled and Scully smirked.
"Livin' la vida loca, eh?" Mulder said humorously
"Anyway, if she is from the future, why is she here then?" Scully asked, Mulder shrugged.
"In every piece of science fiction out there, the person from the future is always sent back to stop something in the past that brings about destruction in the future." Mulder stretched and yawned. "Perhaps she's sent here to warn us about something."
"So she's the next prophet then?" The two looked back at Allison, who was again singing,
"She'll make you take you're clothes off and go dancing in the rain, she'll make you live her crazy life or she'll take away your pain, like a bullet through your brain..." Scully shook her head,
"Somehow I doubt that," she said watching the girl. Mulder shrugged.
"But, if something terrible was going to happen to us in the future, why was she sent into another dimension?" he asked.
"I thought you said, she couldn't have been sent into her own dimension."
"I did; but I mean, why even bother with another dimension, if they all have the same fate in the end."
"Do they?" Mulder looked at Scully in question.
"I'm a slaaaaave for you. I can not hold it; I cannot control it...ack! I'm listening to Britney Spears!" Allison shrieked and in a spasm type motion flung the headphones off. She was breathing heavily and rolled her eyes. "My God! Why the hell did I put that song on there?" Allison took a deep breath, slowly picked up the headphones, changed the song number and went back into her lull of music, as if nothing had happened. Mulder and Scully, who had watched the whole ordeal in amusement, looked at each other.
"She's suppose to save the world?" Scully asked, "Lord help us all."
