A/n: And so, my friends, the parody fic comes to an end. how tradgic. I hope you all enjoyed it. Remember nothing really belongs to me and this is not meant to offend. Short chapter is short.
Chapter 6: The End?
Scully's eyes shot open to the sound of the phone ringing. That's when she noticed that she was staring at the ceiling and a small dribble of dried drool made her cheek all crusty. She blushed a little and rubbed it off quickly.
She sat up and shivered, the nice warm bathwater she had been soaking in hours earlier had gone almost ice cold. She must have fallen asleep.
She stood up and let the water drain before wrapping herself in a towel and walking into the kitchen to get the phone.
"Hello?" Scully asked. Somehow this felt like déjà vu.
"Scully! It's me, Mulder." Mulder's voice seemed to comfort her slightly.
"Mulder! You'll never believe it, I just had the strangest dream!"
"So did I! Tell me yours first!"
"Well, I really don't know where to start. It was horrible. We were in the worst fanfiction ever. There were Vomit Monsters and horrible Mary-Sue type characters. Oh and There were tons and tons of teenagers! They were everywhere. And something about Ponyo...? Whatever that is. And Giant sea monsters and Mexican Ladies and –"
"Hold it! The whole time, were you oblivious to my advances? And was I constantly trying to go steady with you like we were teenagers?" Mulder interrupted.
"Yes! Exactly! What does it all mean Mulder? Did you have the same dream?" She bombarded him with questions.
"Yes, but it could all just be a coincidence. Or it could be something else..." Mulder's tone told her he was getting excited.
"Oh brother, not this again Mulder. It was nothing! Just a dream! There must have been something in those burritos we ate last night..." Scully didn't feel like hearing it.
"C'mon Scully! Telepathic communication through dreams! This has got to be an X-file!" She could almost hear the smirk-like smile spread across his face as he said it. It was a look she'd seen a million times before.
"No. It's just a coincidence. We both just have overactive imaginations..."
"Or, we have some sort of bond that allows us to share ideas through dreams! Scully are you dressed?!"
Scully looked down at the towel wrapped around her. "Uhh... Not exactly."
"Get dressed and pack your bags. We're going to see a friend of mine! I'll be there in a few!" Mulder said and hung up.
Scully groaned and tossed the phone onto the kitchen table. She should have never told Mulder about the misadventure she had in that crazy dream.