Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files television series. I completely understand that. It is the property of somebody with a lot more money then me.
Mulder shifted around in his chair uncomfortably. He knew this was the first episode of what was hoped to be a smash hit. And he also knew he wasn't doing anything interesting.
He dialed the number of the producer.
"Hello?" He questioned with an annoyed voice. When no answer came, he threw the phone out of the window, causing various noises of broken glass.
"That was probably part of this dreaded TV show" Mulder thought, irritated. "Right now, I'm probably doing exactly what their stupid TV script wants me to do."
He was right about that.
"Hey!" Mulder said in a stupid tone, "I know why the phone didn't work! It's raining outside, and all the electronics are broken! Yep!"
"Cut!" Screamed a overjoyed director. "That was brilliant! I could feel your horror and shock when you realized that the phone didn't work because it was raining!"
"Look John," Mulder said, "Who wrote the script for this dreadful show?"
'John', the joyful director, looked around with pride, and turned to Mulder. His eyes gleaming, he said with excitement, "Me."
Mulder sighed. "Keep working on that script John", he said, "I'm going to grab a cup of coffee, and resign filming this show for the day."
Mulder paced out the room, and managed to drive his car to Starbucks. He grabbed a cup of coffee, exactly what he said he'd do, and sat down to drink it slowly. The way he figured it, he could write a script much better then John's.
Mulder resigned from drinking his coffee when he noticed Frank, the cameraman for this X-Files series, pointing a camera at him, filming him drinking coffee for the show.
Mulder hadn't yet entirely read John's script, so he picked it up that Thursday night, and gave it a chance. Although he had high hopes for it getting better after the telephone part, it didn't. It simply consisted of Mulder walking around the room, and finding more electronics that didn't work due to the rain, from his computer, to a handheld Monopoly game with graphics probably created in the 80's. He groaned, knowing that a TV show, especially one that was fated to becoming a smash hit, was more of a person's future then a movie was. And so, Mulder was looking at a really crappy future.
If you have made it to the bottom of the page, I know that you've read the story, but please review! –Also, a little bit of an addition to my disclaimer at the top of the page, I know that the director nor the cameraman are named either John or Frank.
Thanks for reading.
-Fred Pickles