From: "Meg M" Date: Sun, 18 Apr 1999 20:05:32 -0400 Subject: story- Abuse of Power "Abuse of Power" by- Katilyn Samantha Mulder xphileralways@hotmail.com please email me comments, suggestions, criticism, death threats, words of wisdom, shoes, whatever. This is one of my first stories, so it's like wearing those badges: "PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I'M A TRAINEE" SH- Story/Humour Summary: Me being my sick, little, demented self... in Scully's body. I'm one of those people who believe Scully should drive more. And I noticed something about the character of Scully; she doesn't have expressions unless it's a 'look'. She pouts. Her face is almost always in a pout. It's not a bad thing, I just notic ed that. I also noticed from a lot of other FanFic that they make Scully too mean. Why? In my stories she only gets that means when she is drugged, on her monthly cycle and Mulder pisses her off, or because she isn't really Scully...nevermind. Read my stories a nd you'll get what I mean. What I mean is, WRITE THEM INTO CHARACTER BETTER!!! (boy, aren't I just mommy's little hypocrite) Also, they make Mulder to...perfect. No offense. He is one good-looking man. Better than that. But, his CHARACTER (not th genuine DD) isn't perfect. He isn't some casanova like other people make him to be. Not everybody makes him like that, but som e (and you KNOW who you are) do, and it makes me sick to my stomach. Basically, I'm just being a complaining little...freak. Disclaimer: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE X-FILES LEGALLY IS, sorry to say, NOT MINE. IT BELONGS TO THE ALMIGHTY X-FILE PEOPLE, which have no reason to sue me. I'm a 14 year old with no income. What would your point be. EVERYTHING, except my own creations, BELONGS TO SOMEBODY ELSE LEGALLY, unless, of course, you WANT to give me Mulder. No objections here. Make sure he come with his glasses and sweater though, k? Kewl. Now, on with the story... X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X~*~X You know what, that would be a good idea... actually, that would be fun. I would like to see Mulder... Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me. My name is Katilyn. I write this stories. It wasn't until a few days ago when I was reading a FanFic when it hit me; the power. The godness, or whatever, through this keyboard. I can make ANYTHING happen! And, as long as you know a adjective or two, you can let the other person believe that your sick, sad world is true. Isn't it great? Well, I decided, as long as I have this power, I might as well abuse it. And so I find myself waking up at 4:30 in the morning, a time I'm used to, I'll explain later. Anyways, I wake up and slam my fist on the 'off' button. My petite, fair-skinned hand. I jerk back in surprise when I realize that, through an adjective or t wo, I have made myself Special Agent Dana Scully. I'll have to try it with Mulder sometime. I sit up in *my* bed and look over my petite figure. I stand up and am surprise at how tall I am. More likely, how short. I'm used to five foot seven, not five-two. It takes me a second to get used to walking so close to the ground. After I take a shower I look through her wardrobe, or lack there of. Take in mind I'm a fourteen year-old shop-a-holic. As I recindle my power I discover another one. And I sum it up in two words. Credit Cards. My eyes are on a black blazer, but my m ind is in BeBe. I immediately choose something as close to me as possible. Then realize that I'm not *me*, but I'm Scully. The smart, scientific, legal age drinking, strong willed, stubborn Dana Scully. I look over my choice and decide, "You know what ? It's original her's, it'll be fine." I make sure I grab *my* purse and keyes when I remember I forgot the most important thing. Makeup. I go into the bathroom and escape for ten minutes. I'm used to stuff like concealer, powder, foundation, liners of all kind, eye and lips stain, and ever ything else needed to make a girl look like a china doll. When I look in the mirror I realize that she doesn't really need the skin stuff. Then another thought strikes my mind. Scully is a fictional character in a high-rated Fox show. I take a tissue and wipe it on my cheek. A light peech streek appears. I look in the mirror again as the discoloredment on my cheek disappears. Magic. I also notice that eyeliner and lipstick start getting darker, than finally matches *my* complection and outfit for the day. I wonder if it will do that in the dressing room. I throw away the now blank tissue and head out the door. I walk through the halls in the highest high heels Dana Scully had in her closet. Do you know how hard it is to go from five-foot-seven to five-two? I walk into the small area where are new desks are located. I see Mulder, that hot Fox Mulder, sitting at his desk, stressing. Stressing means 'nervous as hell'. A evil grin spreads across my face as I sit quietly in *my* seat. And, in my best Lauren Becall impression I say, "Hello Mulder." He turns around quickly, his face full of wonder on who just said that. When he looks straight at *my* face, I pretend to clear my throat and say again, "Sorry. I haven't been feeling good lately. Hi." His face of wonder turned into shock when he realized that *Scully* had said hello to him in a sexy voice. (thank you Seventeen magazine for that helpful hint). He hesitated on saying hello back. "Uh, Hi Scully. What took you so long to get to work?" I smile. "Oh, nothing." What really took my so long is that I haven't driven a day in my life. Okay, only one day. Anyway, I had to take the internity bus. That means it took forever! "Well, I have this case that I 'got' from Director Kersh's computer," he started saying again as he threw a manilla folder at *my* desk. "We have to get to a small gift shop in Georgetown. There's a witness there." "Let's go," I immediately agreed. Mulder looked at *me* weird as I got up fast and grabbed my coat again. I looked down at him and said, "What?" He shakes his head a little, looks at the floor, then gets up himself and looks back at me. "Nothing." Damn!!! He is tall! Wait, Scully is just short. But, Damn! In this body, he looks like King-Kong or something, but cuter. In the elevator down there was a delivery girl next to us, with headphones on. I regconized the song she was *clears throat* trying to sing. It was Garbage's song 'Queer'. I couldn't take her off key tone of singing anymore. I tap her on the shoulder. Mulder looks at me weird again. "Excuse me," I say as I tap on the girl's shoulder. She turns around, taking off her headphones, and chew on her gum loudy. "Yeah?" "Who sings that song you were listening to?" I ask as politely as possible. Mulder must have been thinking I was weirder than he was. The girl looks at me curiosl, then, with another smile says, "Garbage." I smile bitterly as the elevator reaches the floor Mulder and I need to get off of. Then I say, "Can we keep it that way?" The girls's shocked expression left her gum-chewing mouth wide open. Mulder's mouth was a little open to as the small 'ding' of the elevator went off. I walked slowly and confident out of it as Mulder staggered behind. Five minutes later, he asks me, " What was ~that~ all about?" "Sorry, I can't stand when someone sings off-key." "What about you?" I stop, dead in my tracks. Now my mouth was hanging open. It took Mulder a few steps to realize I was in shock. "What?" he said as he approached me again. Well, I forgot for a second that I was Scully. I heard Scully (the character, not the actresses herself) sing, and that girl can't carry a tune. I, me, the ~real~ me, can sing pretty darn good if you ask me. I smile up at Mulder and say, "Nothing." We start walking again and I decide I had enough fun for today. I close my eyes. I barely hear Mulder saying something to me, but his voice is lost as I find myself in my own room again. I giggle gleefully. "It works! Ha ha HA!" Scully, the ~real~ Scully, opened her eyes and *BAM*, right into a support beam. Mulder quickly knelt down beside her as she feel to the floor. Agents started muffle laughter that both agents ignored. "Scully, are you alright? I tried to warn you, but you just kept walking with your eyes close. Scully? Scully?" "Stop saying my name I'm all right." Scully was on her feet in a second. The rest of the day was pretty much the same, except Scully didn't remember the first alf of it. And that was to bad, because around noon time, they ran into the delivery girl again, who slapped her across the face and stormed out of the FBI Headquarters . X~*~X~*~X WOW, THAT STORY REALLY SUX X~*~X~*~X