"Fox Mulder. F. B. I."
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Author's Note: Yeah I know I just started another X-Files story, but this idea just popped into my head and I was eager to explore it. Please let me know what you think.
Spoilers: Of course nothing is really a spoiler now, but it's similar to Dreamland I & II I suppose, if you want it to be.
Disclaimer: For the billionith time, if Mulder & Scully and all of them were mine, do you think I'd be sitting in class writing this? I don't think so.
Summary: Mulder wakes up with a wife and three kids..??
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"Fox Mulder. F.B.I"
By: darkangel (dancingchickens@shaw.ca)
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The eyebrow was raised and the eyes were on him. He didn't notice, but let his tongue peek through his taut lips as he moved his head frantically from looking at the keyboard and then back to the 14" monitor.
'Yes..' his mind groaned seductively. 'Yes! Yes! I've got it! I'm a genius! I'm the king of the whole damn planet!-'
"Mulder, when are you going to get a life?" the dry humourous tone of the woman watching him, slashed through his rising ego thoughts and he slowly turned his head toward her, tongue still peeking through his lips. He studied his flame-haired partner Scully and she almost burst out laughing at his wide eyed, intense look.
Slowly, he turned back towards the computer screen.
It was an alien all right. Minus the pale grey skin and those long fingers (which had been too hard to do, he had tried).
'Mulder, buddy, you deserve the nobel prize. No one else on EARTH could do what you have created here-'
Scully still stared at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk just waiting to burst from her cherry lips. She folded her arms to add to the entire picture of 'humoured Scully'.
"Nice job on making the alien from the 1s and 0s. You're a genius and you deserve the nobel prize," she smirked in her most sarcastic voice imaginable.
Mulder sucked his tongue back in a looked at her again.
'Mind reader! Freak! Wicth! Witch! Witch!-'
"You're just jealous," he stated back simply and swiveled around in his chair until they were facing eachother.
"If Skinner only knew what you did half the time down here.." Scully mumbled and began picking up several papers and case folders to stack into one big pile. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hey- I heard your e-mail beep a little bit ago, Hm? Having a secret affair online I should know about?" Mulder picked up a pen off his desk and began to play with it in his hands. Suddenly her cheeks flushed a faded pink and Mulder grinned.
"Oh Scullykins how I love you so! Did you get the roses I sent you? You make my heart melt with every gentle-" he stood up and walked the few steps toward her, and sat on the corner of her desk, pen still in hand.
"Stop that Mulder, it was a business report," she answered back with still that tinge of humor and she pushed her chair away from her own desk and stood up, smoothing out her navy skirt.
Silence for a few minutes while they looked at eachother, a small smile plastered to Mulder's face.
"Oh Scullykins!" he suddenly burst out again, closed his eyes, placed a hand over his heart and threw his head back. "Come away with me. My t-shirt is already ripped from my raging muscles and my white stallion is waiting. Baby, we can leave by sunset-" he made his voice so high, he almost sounded like a young southern cowboy.
Scully hit him on his upper arm with a file, cutting him off as she laughed quietly.
"And you wonder why you're still single."
Out of nowhere then, Mulder got an urge to chase her around the office and tickle her, but thought something like that would be foolish and unprofessional. He shook off the feeling, that warm tingle in his heart, and stood up straight again. He walked back behind his own desk.
Scully pulled her light jacket from the back of her chair and shrugged it on, flipping her hair out so it wouldn't get caught under the jacket. (Mulder noticed she did that everyday, even though her hair wasn't even long enough to be caught yet.)
"Well Mulder, it's been.. something, but I'm going to head home now," she said without looking up from the papers sge was shuffling to put into her briefcase.
Mulder looked up.
"Already? Come on Scully, it's still early. We can play space invaders on my computer. I'll let you be the captain," he turned his monitor more to her direction and Scully noticed his marvelous alien art was still on screen. She had a feeling that after she was gone, he would save the file and make it his e-mail signature, each e-mail sizing to a good 300kb.
"As much as I would die to play Space Invaders with you tonight Mulder, I have to be getting home. My nephew's birthday party is tomorrow afternoon and I have a little wrapping to do."
She thought she caught his face fall, but she tried to ignore it. She already had the high score on Space Invaders; she wasn't going to stay again this time.
"I might as well go too then. There's a documentary about UFOs on the Discovery Channel tonight at ten I think."
"Haven't you already seen that?" Scully paused.
"Ten times," he answered with a grin.
"...Seriously Mulder, get a life," she smiled back, took her briefcase from the top of her desk, waved and then she was gone.
Mulder collapsed into his chair and propped his feet up. He glanced over at his computer screen and his alien creation stared at him through the black and white numbers. He hit 'save', and changed his name to Dr. Frankenstein in his e-mail program. Scully was going to wake up to a few e-mails in the morning.
He started up the Space Invaders game and took the keyboard onto his lap. He was also going to e-mail his new high score over to her too. Then she'd have no choice but to stay and keep him company.
The warmth came again, but he ignored it and killed green space mutants on the screen.
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The smell both awoke and startled him first. That sense usually was alerted first in most cases. Prying open rotting wooden coffins to decomposed dead bodies, the decaying smell would always turn him away before the sight of the maggot covered face.
Still in that transitional period from sleep to wanting to open his eyes, Mulder figured the smell was just in his dream that was now just drifting away. The smell was something in a billion years he would not smell at his own apartment in the morning, waking up.
Coffee.
Fresh coffee. Folgers or Nabob, or something.
He was now fully awake, but the coffee smell still lingered. It was even stronger. Couldn't have been a dream.
It was now or never.
He snapped his eyes open. Sunlight. Loads and loads of sunlight burned his retinas. His eyes went shut again, tightly, and his brain saw large flashes or orange, red, and purple.
While his eyes semi-adjusted, he groaned and stretched his arms and legs.
He was in a bed, with big, thick, puffy covers covering him from the chest down. Now that certainly wasn't farmiliar. He was used to waking up with a dull aching neck cramp from falling asleep while watching old cheesy movies. No ache today. He felt like he was laying on a cloud.
"FOX!! Get down here - your breakfast isn't going to eat itself!" a voice yelled.
His eyes snapped open, ignoring the light. Whoever had yelled, had yelled his name.
He now saw where he was. He was in a bright bedroom with tan painted walls and plants tucked into corners. The white shade was pulled up above the window and he could see more plants and a blue sky.
'Where the hell am I?' Mulder asked himself and he pushed the thick blue covers from his legs. He planted his feet on the floor and rubbed his eyes. That was all it was. He was still dreaming. That had to be it. Any minute now he'd wake up in the farmiliar dark surroundings of his apartment, his neck cramp back, and his TV still on.
Wait for it.. wait for it... Nothing.
Mulder gazed around the room when his eyes stopped on the window again. Curious, he stood up, stretched his back and walked to the large window.
He was far from home all right. A long suburban strip of houses greeted him, each painted a pale color alternating with pink, blue, and yellow. A paved street was directly in front, smooth and wide. Nothing like the pot holed streets he was used to. Kids with backpacks made their way down the sidewalks running along the street, probably going off to school by the looks of the morning sun.
What the hell was going on.. An idea hit him smack in the face and he frantically yook 3 steps back so he could see himself in the rectangular mirror that hung on the wall.
He saw himself, brown hair sticking up, bare chested, and dressed in bright red sweats.
He didn't even own bright red sweats.. (but surprisingly owned every other color).
"FOX!" that voice again.
Mulder swung around to look at the doorway. A woman stood there holding a dark green backpack. She had almost black curly hair that frizzed around the bottom and a pair of darker framed glasses resting on her nose.
"What are you waiting for? Get your ass-" She was cut off as a little boy ran up his hands covered with what looked like jam. He grinned and flashed his hands to the woman.
"Jack! What are you doing? Go wash your hands," she ordered to to the little boy as she looked through the backpack. She pulled out a plastic barbie doll missing it's head and then a white bic lighter.
"Your son..," she shook her head in disappointment at her son's new hobby of melting naked barbie dolls with his friends. She stuffed the lighter into her jean pocket hastly and looked back up at Mulder.
"Your breakfast is all cold now.. Serves you right. Now you'll have to pick something up on the way to work." she sighed with a slight line of anger and walked off in the direction that the tike she had addressed as Jack had gone.
Mulder heard a crash and more angry cries from the frazzeled woman.
His mouth hung open for so long, he thought he would dehydrate. Now this was getting seriously creepy.
Morris Fletcher entered his memory. No it couldn't be. He turned his head back to the mirror. He looked like himself, but could it possible that he really looked like a fat 50 year old with a beer gut? There was almost no way to know.
Scully. She would help him somehow. All he had to do was get through the morning and then he would see her.
Then another thought entered his mind. What if he wasn't even in D.C. anymore? Seeing her wouldn't be so easy. The view out of the window sure didn't look like anything he had seen (or lived in) for 25 years.
Mulder's eyes scanned the room again and he spotted a white phone sitting next to a black alarm clock that read now 8:17am.
He made his way back to the bed and sat down. He'd give her a call. He knew her number better than he knew his own.
Mulder put the receiver to his ear and punched in the number.
Ring.. ring.. 'Come on Scully'.
"Hi! You've reached Glenn and Loretta Dingleberry. We're not available to take your call, but if you just leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as we can-!"
Mulder hung up on the sing-song voice. This was getting worse by the second. No way to contact Scully. Great. Must be an area code thing...
This whole situation, Mulder had been through it before. Getting yelled at by Fletcher's wife, trying not to step out of character too much.
What he had to do now was take a shower, and get into some clothes.
When he found out some information, Mulder could take the first few steps to getting back to reality.
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R/R? :)
Author's Note: Yeah I know I just started another X-Files story, but this idea just popped into my head and I was eager to explore it. Please let me know what you think.
Spoilers: Of course nothing is really a spoiler now, but it's similar to Dreamland I & II I suppose, if you want it to be.
Disclaimer: For the billionith time, if Mulder & Scully and all of them were mine, do you think I'd be sitting in class writing this? I don't think so.
Summary: Mulder wakes up with a wife and three kids..??
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"Fox Mulder. F.B.I"
By: darkangel (dancingchickens@shaw.ca)
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The eyebrow was raised and the eyes were on him. He didn't notice, but let his tongue peek through his taut lips as he moved his head frantically from looking at the keyboard and then back to the 14" monitor.
'Yes..' his mind groaned seductively. 'Yes! Yes! I've got it! I'm a genius! I'm the king of the whole damn planet!-'
"Mulder, when are you going to get a life?" the dry humourous tone of the woman watching him, slashed through his rising ego thoughts and he slowly turned his head toward her, tongue still peeking through his lips. He studied his flame-haired partner Scully and she almost burst out laughing at his wide eyed, intense look.
Slowly, he turned back towards the computer screen.
It was an alien all right. Minus the pale grey skin and those long fingers (which had been too hard to do, he had tried).
'Mulder, buddy, you deserve the nobel prize. No one else on EARTH could do what you have created here-'
Scully still stared at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk just waiting to burst from her cherry lips. She folded her arms to add to the entire picture of 'humoured Scully'.
"Nice job on making the alien from the 1s and 0s. You're a genius and you deserve the nobel prize," she smirked in her most sarcastic voice imaginable.
Mulder sucked his tongue back in a looked at her again.
'Mind reader! Freak! Wicth! Witch! Witch!-'
"You're just jealous," he stated back simply and swiveled around in his chair until they were facing eachother.
"If Skinner only knew what you did half the time down here.." Scully mumbled and began picking up several papers and case folders to stack into one big pile. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hey- I heard your e-mail beep a little bit ago, Hm? Having a secret affair online I should know about?" Mulder picked up a pen off his desk and began to play with it in his hands. Suddenly her cheeks flushed a faded pink and Mulder grinned.
"Oh Scullykins how I love you so! Did you get the roses I sent you? You make my heart melt with every gentle-" he stood up and walked the few steps toward her, and sat on the corner of her desk, pen still in hand.
"Stop that Mulder, it was a business report," she answered back with still that tinge of humor and she pushed her chair away from her own desk and stood up, smoothing out her navy skirt.
Silence for a few minutes while they looked at eachother, a small smile plastered to Mulder's face.
"Oh Scullykins!" he suddenly burst out again, closed his eyes, placed a hand over his heart and threw his head back. "Come away with me. My t-shirt is already ripped from my raging muscles and my white stallion is waiting. Baby, we can leave by sunset-" he made his voice so high, he almost sounded like a young southern cowboy.
Scully hit him on his upper arm with a file, cutting him off as she laughed quietly.
"And you wonder why you're still single."
Out of nowhere then, Mulder got an urge to chase her around the office and tickle her, but thought something like that would be foolish and unprofessional. He shook off the feeling, that warm tingle in his heart, and stood up straight again. He walked back behind his own desk.
Scully pulled her light jacket from the back of her chair and shrugged it on, flipping her hair out so it wouldn't get caught under the jacket. (Mulder noticed she did that everyday, even though her hair wasn't even long enough to be caught yet.)
"Well Mulder, it's been.. something, but I'm going to head home now," she said without looking up from the papers sge was shuffling to put into her briefcase.
Mulder looked up.
"Already? Come on Scully, it's still early. We can play space invaders on my computer. I'll let you be the captain," he turned his monitor more to her direction and Scully noticed his marvelous alien art was still on screen. She had a feeling that after she was gone, he would save the file and make it his e-mail signature, each e-mail sizing to a good 300kb.
"As much as I would die to play Space Invaders with you tonight Mulder, I have to be getting home. My nephew's birthday party is tomorrow afternoon and I have a little wrapping to do."
She thought she caught his face fall, but she tried to ignore it. She already had the high score on Space Invaders; she wasn't going to stay again this time.
"I might as well go too then. There's a documentary about UFOs on the Discovery Channel tonight at ten I think."
"Haven't you already seen that?" Scully paused.
"Ten times," he answered with a grin.
"...Seriously Mulder, get a life," she smiled back, took her briefcase from the top of her desk, waved and then she was gone.
Mulder collapsed into his chair and propped his feet up. He glanced over at his computer screen and his alien creation stared at him through the black and white numbers. He hit 'save', and changed his name to Dr. Frankenstein in his e-mail program. Scully was going to wake up to a few e-mails in the morning.
He started up the Space Invaders game and took the keyboard onto his lap. He was also going to e-mail his new high score over to her too. Then she'd have no choice but to stay and keep him company.
The warmth came again, but he ignored it and killed green space mutants on the screen.
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The smell both awoke and startled him first. That sense usually was alerted first in most cases. Prying open rotting wooden coffins to decomposed dead bodies, the decaying smell would always turn him away before the sight of the maggot covered face.
Still in that transitional period from sleep to wanting to open his eyes, Mulder figured the smell was just in his dream that was now just drifting away. The smell was something in a billion years he would not smell at his own apartment in the morning, waking up.
Coffee.
Fresh coffee. Folgers or Nabob, or something.
He was now fully awake, but the coffee smell still lingered. It was even stronger. Couldn't have been a dream.
It was now or never.
He snapped his eyes open. Sunlight. Loads and loads of sunlight burned his retinas. His eyes went shut again, tightly, and his brain saw large flashes or orange, red, and purple.
While his eyes semi-adjusted, he groaned and stretched his arms and legs.
He was in a bed, with big, thick, puffy covers covering him from the chest down. Now that certainly wasn't farmiliar. He was used to waking up with a dull aching neck cramp from falling asleep while watching old cheesy movies. No ache today. He felt like he was laying on a cloud.
"FOX!! Get down here - your breakfast isn't going to eat itself!" a voice yelled.
His eyes snapped open, ignoring the light. Whoever had yelled, had yelled his name.
He now saw where he was. He was in a bright bedroom with tan painted walls and plants tucked into corners. The white shade was pulled up above the window and he could see more plants and a blue sky.
'Where the hell am I?' Mulder asked himself and he pushed the thick blue covers from his legs. He planted his feet on the floor and rubbed his eyes. That was all it was. He was still dreaming. That had to be it. Any minute now he'd wake up in the farmiliar dark surroundings of his apartment, his neck cramp back, and his TV still on.
Wait for it.. wait for it... Nothing.
Mulder gazed around the room when his eyes stopped on the window again. Curious, he stood up, stretched his back and walked to the large window.
He was far from home all right. A long suburban strip of houses greeted him, each painted a pale color alternating with pink, blue, and yellow. A paved street was directly in front, smooth and wide. Nothing like the pot holed streets he was used to. Kids with backpacks made their way down the sidewalks running along the street, probably going off to school by the looks of the morning sun.
What the hell was going on.. An idea hit him smack in the face and he frantically yook 3 steps back so he could see himself in the rectangular mirror that hung on the wall.
He saw himself, brown hair sticking up, bare chested, and dressed in bright red sweats.
He didn't even own bright red sweats.. (but surprisingly owned every other color).
"FOX!" that voice again.
Mulder swung around to look at the doorway. A woman stood there holding a dark green backpack. She had almost black curly hair that frizzed around the bottom and a pair of darker framed glasses resting on her nose.
"What are you waiting for? Get your ass-" She was cut off as a little boy ran up his hands covered with what looked like jam. He grinned and flashed his hands to the woman.
"Jack! What are you doing? Go wash your hands," she ordered to to the little boy as she looked through the backpack. She pulled out a plastic barbie doll missing it's head and then a white bic lighter.
"Your son..," she shook her head in disappointment at her son's new hobby of melting naked barbie dolls with his friends. She stuffed the lighter into her jean pocket hastly and looked back up at Mulder.
"Your breakfast is all cold now.. Serves you right. Now you'll have to pick something up on the way to work." she sighed with a slight line of anger and walked off in the direction that the tike she had addressed as Jack had gone.
Mulder heard a crash and more angry cries from the frazzeled woman.
His mouth hung open for so long, he thought he would dehydrate. Now this was getting seriously creepy.
Morris Fletcher entered his memory. No it couldn't be. He turned his head back to the mirror. He looked like himself, but could it possible that he really looked like a fat 50 year old with a beer gut? There was almost no way to know.
Scully. She would help him somehow. All he had to do was get through the morning and then he would see her.
Then another thought entered his mind. What if he wasn't even in D.C. anymore? Seeing her wouldn't be so easy. The view out of the window sure didn't look like anything he had seen (or lived in) for 25 years.
Mulder's eyes scanned the room again and he spotted a white phone sitting next to a black alarm clock that read now 8:17am.
He made his way back to the bed and sat down. He'd give her a call. He knew her number better than he knew his own.
Mulder put the receiver to his ear and punched in the number.
Ring.. ring.. 'Come on Scully'.
"Hi! You've reached Glenn and Loretta Dingleberry. We're not available to take your call, but if you just leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as we can-!"
Mulder hung up on the sing-song voice. This was getting worse by the second. No way to contact Scully. Great. Must be an area code thing...
This whole situation, Mulder had been through it before. Getting yelled at by Fletcher's wife, trying not to step out of character too much.
What he had to do now was take a shower, and get into some clothes.
When he found out some information, Mulder could take the first few steps to getting back to reality.
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R/R? :)