A/N: Thanks to The City of Atlantis, my only reviewer. :( Really, i do post faster if I get reviews. anyways, here's chapter two.

CHAPTER TWO: DREAMS

Scully was confused. She had sorted out their room and the other people had been given another room, but the receptionist had been a different person who had apparently been there all day. Further confusing her all ties to their case had just vanished, everyone they'd spoken to had simply gone and it seemed no one on the island remembered either them or their case.

On top of all this Mulder was in a very bad mood because he still couldn't find his 'Starplate'.

Scully had decided to go for a walk on the beach to clear her head. She was walking along the beach when she saw a man with short black hair in a dark uniform walking along the beach in front of her with a woman who had dark brown hair and was wearing a similar uniform.

Scully suddenly found herself with a pounding headache and she collapsed.

She was lying in tall grass next to Mulder. Four people were walking along the path infront of them, but she couldn't make out any of their features, she turned to Mulder.

"You don't seriously believe that's our murderer coming, do you?" she asked.

"Shhh," replied Mulder annoyedly.

"Scully!"

Mulder's voice jerked her awake.

"Scully! Scully are you okay?" asked Mulder.

Scully opened her eyes and stared at him. "I have a headache."

"What happened? I came looking for you and I found you lying here unconscious!" exclaimed Mulder.

"I don't know," admitted Scull, she knew she didn't usually faint like that. "I just suddenly got a really bad headache and fainted."

Mulder looked concerned. "Do you need to see a doctor?"

Scully scowled and climbed to her feet. "I'm fine. Why did you come looking for me?"

"You know how AD Skinner wanted frequent updates on the case?" asked Mulder.

"Yes?" replied Scully, noting that the two people she'd seen earlier before fainting had gone.

"I tried to call him, but I couldn't reach him. I don't think our room's phone is working properly, and I can't get a signal on my mobile," explained Mulder, looking suspicious.

Scully took her mobile out of her pocket and checked it, sure enough; she also had no signal.

"That's weird," she remarked, frowning as she noticed someone else on the beach who's mobile had to be working because they were using it.

Mulder narrowed his eyes. "I think someone doesn't want us to contact anyone."

"Oh really?" asked Scully, thinking 'Yeah and I didn't see that coming." "And who might that be? We came here to investigate a sea monster, I don't think sea monsters can stop us from using a phone. But as it is, we do need a phone to keep in contact so now I'm going to have to buy a new one. " She raised an eyebrow. "You don't think the sea monster will infer with that too?"

"Not the sea monster, Scully!" Mulder told her, rolling his eyes. "The conspirators! They must be back, they've taken the Starplate!"

"I take it you didn't find it then?" sighed Scully. "And would these be the same conspirators that you told me ran away from you after they'd tied you up?"

"They were afraid of the truth! Anyway, you saw it glowing; they've taken it! They must've!" exclaimed Mulder. "How else do you explain it?"

"I don't explain it Mulder! I've seen lots of things I can't explain since I've been working with you but that doesn't mean that it was always aliens and conspirators, okay?" grumbled Scully.

"I saw them last time the Starplate glowed! I saw the aliens, and their spaceship and I saw one of the conspirators' fly a spaceship! I've already told you!" complained Mulder.

Scully had had enough. "That is it, Mulder! If you don't drop this right now I'm going back to DC and you can search the island for aliens all you like!"

"It's getting late," sulked Mulder. "We should go get something to eat."

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Sheppard woke up early with a stretch. He looked at his watch; 4:30 perfect timing.

He got up and dressed. Ronon poked his head out of the next room in the resort house.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Sheppard grinned. "Surfing."

Ronon looked slightly confused. "Don't you need a surfboard or something?"

"Yep," Sheppard told him. "You can hire them down at the beach. I packed everything else I need as soon as Weir told us we were going to a tropical island. Speaking of whom, hopefully I'll be back before she even notices I'm gone."

He stuffed his towel into a backpack, before slinging it over his shoulder.

Ronon shrugged. "Okay."

Sheppard went to unlock the door with his key card and found a piece of paper in the card slot. He took it out and opened it, it was written in Weir's handwriting.

It read:

NO SURFING!

Sheppard grinned again; realising Weir must have slipped it in there the evening before. He threw it in the bin and proceeded out the door, re-locking it behind him.

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She was in a large domed room, there was a man with dark hair kneeling down infront of a creature with semi-human features and blood red hair, it could only be described as a monster.

"MOVE!!" she yelled at him.

He didn't even look at her. The possibility that he was helping these creatures came to mind. Then the monster drew back its right hand. She dived across the room to her gun. A blue blast from another creature's gun narrowly missed her.

She grabbed her gun and fired at the red haired monster and hit her target, it then decided to defy the laws of life and not die.

It hissed angrily and shot its hand forward onto the man's chest, he screamed.

Scully sat up suddenly, hitting her head on the above bunk bed, the dream still clearly in her mind. It had been clearer then any other dream she'd even had, just like the one she'd had when she fainted. And just like when she'd fainted, details had still been very blurred. It had, however, been considerably more disturbing then the first.

Unable to work out where the dream had come from Scully lay back down and began to drift back off to sleep.

Mulder snored from the top bunk. Scully groaned irritably, now she was never going to get back to sleep. It was Mulder who had booked one room with a bunk bed for them and neither her, nor the FBI for that matter, had been impressed. Scully looked at the clock on her bedside table; 6:00. She sighed and rolled over, closing her eyes again.

Mulder gave a particularly loud snore. Scully's eyes flew opened again.

"Damn it Mulder!" she complained.

Mulder went on snoring, oblivious to her complaint.

Scully decided to get up and see if any of their case had reappeared, maybe she'd even be able to find the people they'd spoken to again,

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Weir knocked on the dividing door between Ronon, Sheppard, McKay and Beckett's side of the resort house and her and Teyla's.

After about a minute and a shout of; 'Ronon are you going to open that?!' from McKay. Ronon opened the door.

"Yeah?" asked Ronon.

"We need to start looking for the wraith, if we can't find it before it kills again, if it hasn't already, the SGC has decided that we'll evacuated the island and we'd rather not do that. Teyla and I will meet the four of you down at reception in ten minutes," Weir decided.

"Sheppard's not here," announced Ronon.

Weir was suitably annoyed. "What? Where is he?"

Ronon gave her a pitying look. "He went surfing."

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Scully irritably walked across the beach heading for the original source who had claimed their case existed, if she could find him again then her and Mulder might actually have a case to investigate again.

The only problem was it was a miles walk to his hut. Which was great, just great.

She saw someone out of the corner of her eye in a dark uniform carrying a surfboard in the direction of the Surfboards for Hire shop.

Scully frowned as the person suddenly stopped dead in their tracks staring in her direction. She turned around to see what their problem was…

Just in time to see them drop the surfboard and dive behind a bush. She gave the bush a strange look and kept on walking.

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"I told you not to go!" stormed Weir the moment Sheppard walked in, sand in his hair.

Sheppard shrugged off-handedly at her comment. "Yeah, I know. Sorry. Look, do Mulder and Scully exist in our universe?"

Weir scowled at the sudden change of subject. "Those two FBI agents you met after Zelenka accidentally activated that Parallel Universe Machine?"

"Yep."

"No they don't. That was one of the first things I checked to make sure Scully was safe staying in Atlantis fro a couple of days. Why?" asked Weir, who was now curious.

"I just saw Scully," Sheppard told her.

Weir frowned. "Are you sure it was her?"

Sheppard nodded. "Definitely. I saw her FBI badge. I had to dive behind a bush 'cause McKay said if she sees too many things associated with her 'adventure' her memories will come back."

"Yes, that's right," Weir admitted. "If she's gotten back here we need to find her, nut first things first. The wraith have made another kill last night. We've got people from the SGC come to the island to secure the area with the body so no one sees it. They're evacuating the island. Our job is to continue tracking down the wraith, I've already sent off Teyla and Ronon. Carson, Rodney and I will change plans and look fro Scully and check that no one else from her universe is here too. I want you to gear up and go to help Teyla and Ronon. Try not to get eaten before you catch up with them."

"No problem," agreed Sheppard.

A/N: Yes, Sheppard did have to go surfing, i couldn't have it any other way. (lol). please review!