From: "Lloyd Randall" Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 11:09:48 -0800 Subject: 'our fan fiction' Source: direct Title: Mulder and Scully and Me and Fan Fiction Rating: G Classification: Humor Author: Eliza Grace Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox, 1013 Productions, yada, yada, yada.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I was bored. And not just Ill-go-entertain-myself-by-talking-with-my-family-bored. I was so desperate for something to do that suddenly Websters dictionary seemed interesting. Standing in the center of my room at 11:00 at night ( a SATURDAY night even ) , I looked around my room, expecting to find something to do. I dont know how long I stood there but a voice snapped me out of my reverie. Even I dont get that bored. You just find ways to occupy yourself, dont you? On my window seat sat...uh, two people. They looked quite familiar- where did I know them from? Miss, Agents Mulder and Scully, Federal Bureau of Investigation. We are here to set some things right. I glanced at the door, back at them, and then at the pair of scissors on my desk. Finding my voice I said, Look, I dont know who you really are but I am POSITIVE you are breaking some sort of law being here. I know this isnt a dream because if I were ever to meet...you guys, the last place I would think of would be my bedroom. Did someone from my high school send you guys to scare me? I know I went a little overboard with informing others of the last five minutes in Amor Fati and the Millennium kiss and Calm down and listen. We are not from your school. We know that you dont think that we think that we really are us. But we think that your way of thinking might come around. Does that make sense? I stared at Mulder, not getting a word he had just said. Sure, makes sense. ( Hey, they might be two homicidal sociopaths- I felt I should go along with whatever they said ). So why did you guys drop in? You were looking pretty pathetic, standing in the middle of your room, thinking about reading Websters. However, two minutes later, your line of thinking would have course drifted back to us and The X-Files. And since you cant watch TV this late, you would begin toying with the idea of writing a fan fiction. That is where we come in. You see Wait. Wait. Wait. I would never, ever write a fan fiction. It would be terrible. How would I start it? How would it end? Heck, what would I put in the middle? And-- You have it all backwards. Scully spoke for the first time. We do not want you to write a fan fiction. We want to write it. Why? And why would yours be any go-- ( I paused right here and then abruptly changed my tone as the phrase homicidal sociopath surfaced again ) --od? It wouldnt be good because it would be great. The epitome of fan fiction. Anything of yours would surely be worthy of some Internet fan fiction award somewhere. Mulder rubbed his hands together and said, Lets get down to business Scully. Its time that everyone who is stuck on the Internet read a fan fiction that is not fiction. You are absolutely right. The fan fiction needs to be realistic and plausib-- She stopped talking when she saw my mouth hanging open in shock. No one will want to read that. I am sorry but if follow those guidelines, people wont even read your title, much less the story. You cant think of one either. You cant even think of something to do on a Saturday night, Mulder countered defensively. So we wont write one. I was glad we had reached that conclusion. I really wanted them to leave. I was still standing in the middle of my room and they were still sitting on my window seat. You guys should really leave. They got pretty disappointed. I felt kinda bad. Whoever they were, they had come a long way in the expectation that when they left, a few pages of dialogue and description would be on its way to be archived. And besides, when they left, what would I do? I would still be bored to the point of wanting to improve my vocabulary. So, for the first time that night, I got an idea. I told the two agents and after a moments thought, they agreed that it would be the best solution with the most satisfactory results. I sensed they were about to leave, their mission completed, and I felt that I should say some sort of farewell. As I stepped forward to shake their hands, one of their badges tumbled to the floor. As I rose from picking it up, my eyes rested on the empty window seat. I did a full 360 but to no avail- I was once again alone with my thoughts and...an FBI badge. FOX MULDER, FBI it read, along with the trivial information that is also found on ones drivers license. I started toward the door to go and wake someone up and show them the badge and tell them what just happened when two thoughts stopped me. One, who would ever believe me? And I then remembered my idea and promise to the two agents. I took out three sheets of notebook paper and a pencil. I slid the badge into my desk drawer, knowing that the next time I got extremely bored, it would be returned to its rightful owner. Grasping my pencil, I began my fan fict- no, Mulders and Scullys and my fan fiction. It would be easy to write. I already knew the end, and the middle, and the beginning was something like this- I was so bored. And not just Ill-go-entertain-myself-by-talking-with-my-family-bored..... ---------------------------------------- ps- thank you so much for reading my little fan fiction. It can be archived anywhere but just tell me where you archive it. I love reading feedback. You can send it to me at CTR007@juno.com. Thank you again :)