Scully woke with a splitting headache. She groaned and lifted her hands to her head. There was a small lump on the side of her face.

The next thing she became aware of was how cold the ground felt. She opened her eyes and realized she was laying in some bathroom on cold tiles. She had no idea how she had gotten there and rolled on her back, yelping when it touched the icy ground. She looked down at herself realizing she was naked. What the hell?

She dizzily got up and grabbed one of the green towels that were laying folded up on the side of the bathtub. She wrapped herself in it and then glanced in the mirror. She looked horrible with dark bags under her eyes and her hair a mess.

She didn't recognize the bathroom. She ran to the door, opened it and found herself in a motelroom with the three Gunmen starring at her. Their mouths hang open and she felt herself blush.

Byers was the first to recover and quickly handed her a bag.

" I - uh- here are some of your clothes." He stammered and then quickly looked away.

She nodded and straightened herself. There had to be a way to get out of this embarassing situation.

" I'll get changed. If you'll excuse me."

She quickly went back into the bathroom, slammed the door shut behind her and took a deep breath. She had absolutely no idea what was going on and tried to remember how she had gotten into that mess.

We went to Gaithersburg to investigate that military complex. So far, so good, she thought, slipping into her underwear. We got inside and then there was this strange light. We regained conciousness outside the building next to the car. Scully chewed on her lower lip and absent mindedly stepped into a pair of jeans she had pulled out of the bag. We decided to leave the place immediately and then Mulder got sick.

Her eyes widened at that memory. She grabbed a black turtleneck and looked into the mirror again, right into the blue of her eyes, as if to make sure it was really herself remembering.

Mulder had not just gotten sick. He had turned into a dog right in front of her eyes. At first she simply didn't believe it. She had rubbed her eyes and pinched her arm telling herself she was probably still unconcious. But neither had she woken up nor had Mulder returned, so she had frantically done the first thing that had come to her mind: Calling the Gunmen.

Scully slipped the turtelneck over her head and then pulled her hair out. It spilled like fire around her face and she noticed it seemed to be the only thing that still felt the same.

So okay, she had seen Mulder turn into a dog and she had woken up in a state of undress in some bathroom of some motel somewhere. And the Gunmen were outside in the bedroom. That didn't mean she had lost her mind, did it?

She shook her head, rummaging through the bag Byers had handed her. The higgledy-piggledy combination of her clothes somehow didn't even bother her, it was the least weird thing right now. She gave a sound of relief when she found her toiletry bag and shook her head again. This is going to take some explanation.

* * *

" Shoot me now and I'll die as a happy man!" Frohike mumbled still staring at the door Scully had shut about half a minute ago.

Langley rolled his eyes and looked questioningly at Byers. " How are you going to tell her?"

Byers, who had put a collar around the dogs throat, looked up: " How am 'I' going to tell her?"

The dog suddenly jumped up and pulled Byers with him. Langley grabbed his friend by the sleeve of his suit jacket.
" Thank God we bought the dog leash. He'd trash the whole room."

Frohike who had finally managed to losen his gaze from the door snorted: " Yeah, thank God we did, now we only have to figure out how to avoid being killed ourselves."

He got up and looked down at the dog. " Sit!"

Mulder, the dog, looked back at him, barking happily and whipping his furry tail.

" I said Sit!" Frohike tried again, but the dog had other things in mind. He barked once more, pulling at the leash - which was connected to Byers - who was connected to Langley - dragging them along to the door.

" I think he wants to go outside." Frohike said, taking a few steps backward as Langley glared at him.

" Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, we still need to tell Scully before we go anywhere."

" Tell me what?" A female voice interrupted their discussion. They looked around at Scully, who was watching them amused and bemused at the same time, her hands on her hips.

" You look lovely, Agent Scully." Frohike blabbered, cursing himself for the blush that seemed to crawl up his cheeks against his will. But she does look lovely he told himself, willing the blush to fade away. He had never seen her dressed casually ( Or just in a towel! A voice in the back of his mind whispered ) before.

" Thanks." She said, raising an eyebrow. Not at Frohike, but at the other two Gunmen who still wrestled with the dog, that had decided to change directions towards Scully.

" So I didn't dream it." Scully stated, shaking her head. " Where are we?"

The dog barked and she crouched down beside him scratching him behind his black floppy ears. Byers released the leash and handed it to Scully.

" We're at motel near Huntington."

"Huntington? West Virginia? Why did we leave DC?"

Byers sighed: " Why don't we all take Spooky here for a walk?"

- TBC -

Sorry, I actually planned on writing a longer chapter, but you know how it it...college, work, a life to live ;) And it's getting pretty late. Hm, I have to get up pretty early tomorrow, but I wanted to post this chapter tonight.

Thanks for all the reviews, I really really appreciate it :-) That's what makes a writer really happy :D

lateBloomer04: Thanks, good to know that the humor is recognizable :D I didn't want the story to be too dark.

Dana42: Yeah, I based this ff losely on the movie Ladyhawke ( Michelle Pfeiffer is a falcon during the day and Rutger Hauer is a wolf at night. :) Nah, I think Mulder would kill them if they tattooed an UFO on his butt. Funny idea though. I'd love to see Mulder's face when he finds out ( especially since people rarely ever look at their own butts ;) )

Yeah, ANGST is gooooooooooooooooooood! :D