From: Tessa Newhouse <tessan@ezy.net>
Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 12:26:02 -0400
Subject: "Of Two Minds"
Source: direct

STORY STARTED: Wednesday, 11 August, 1999
			    1:27:39 PM


Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and Skinner DO NOT belong to us! They 
		belong to Chris Carter, and to the wonderful
		performers who portray them on television. However,
		Jana Connery does belong to Penni. :) Chris Carter
		& Co, please don't sue us! We're mere teenagers! I
		mean, yeah, sure, you can-if you want some beauty
		products, a lot of 3 1/2 floppies, some Dr Pepper,
		and a whole helluva lot of x-files paraphernalia...
		but I wouldn't recommend it.. leave us alone?



Rating:  PG-13 for language

Summary:  Jana Connery, an unsuspecting x-phile, wakes up to find
		that she is not herself. 

Category:  Story, Adventure, Romance

Spoilers:  Dreamland, Triangle

Thanks To:  Anyone who beta-read this. We owe you. Big time.

Authors' Note:  None of us can spell. Look out for typos. I mean,
			Spell-Check WAS used, but even that can miss
			some stuff.. like if "Mulder" was spelled 
			wrong...
			Jana is NOT schizophrenic, ok? The voice I
			talk about is her retorting to what she said
			earlier.. oh, hell... just trust me on the
			fact that she's not crazy, kay?

Character Background: 	Jana Connery is a twenty-four year old 
				woman who just so happens to be working
				at the FBI. In the Salisbury Field 
				Office. So she knows her way around
				DC, having lived in that area for basic
				training. She's about 5'5" with 				strawberry blond hair cut to her
				chin and curled under, and blue 
				eyes. Both natural! Oh yeah-she's
	 			a total skeptic. And she writes					and reads XF fanfic in her own realm.
				She's a linguistics major-speaks 				German, Spanish, and French. She
				also works with computers-is very 				good. Let's just say she
				could very easily outsmart Esther Nair 				AND The Lone Gunmen combined!


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	  "Of Two Minds"
By Penni, Starflake, and Brandy B.
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1151 Saint Andrew's Drive
Salisbury, MD 21801
August 13, 1999
1:08 AM

	Jana Connery woke up to the rumbling of a train coming 
through her neighborhood. She sighed and rolled over in bed, 
pulling the pillow over her head. It did little to dull out 
the noise of the huge locomotive.
	"You think they could show SOME courtesy to those of us
who actually like to sleep," she thought to herself.
	When the train had completely passed, and the distant sounds
of the engine could no longer be heard, she pushed herself out of
bed, now wide awake, and padded down into the kitchen. She poured 
herself a glass of de-caff iced tea and went back into the bedroom,
switching the television on. She pushed a tape labeled "The X-Files"
into the VCR and reclined on her bed with a smile on her face.
"Dreamland" was her favorite episode. She fell asleep around the time
that the first part ended, and the second began....


35-1307 Main Street
Georgetown District
Washington, DC
August 13, 1999
1:08 AM

	Dana Scully opened her eyes and groaned. Not again.  She 
shrugged off the covers and meandered over to the open window a
cross the room from her bed. As she glanced out the window, 
lightening lit up the alley in back of her apartment. She could 
feel raindrops coming in through the window and spattering her red 
silk pjs with fat drops of water. Straining a little from the 
effort, she pulled the window down and flicked the lock on the
sill. While making her rounds from room to room, she noticed 
herself gradually waking up. By the time she had closed the last
 window in the bathroom she felt ready to take on the world.
	"Why me?" she silently mouthed as she settled down on her 
couch. She had to be at work early the next morning to give a report
 to Skinner, and he wasn't too fond of agents who fell asleep on 
the job.
	Looking around the room, her gaze came to rest on a book on 
her coffee table. It was one of those science fiction novels 
that Mulder was always reading. For some reason, she had asked him 
if she could borrow it. Why had she asked him that? Conversation? 
Funny how she couldn't remember now.
	She picked up the book and took note of the picture on the 
cover. A scantily clad heroine raising a sword to a lightening
 bolt. She smiled faintly. Just Mulder's style. Maybe the book 
itself wouldn't be that bad.  She opened to cover page. There was
 a Post-It note on the page, bearing Mulder's handwriting.  
"Hope you enjoy this, Scully. The cover reminded me of you. -M"
	Once again she smiled as she started reading. She made it 
the third page before her head began to nod, and to the fourth 
page before she was completely asleep. She was so sound asleep that
she didn't even awaken to the crash of thunder and a bright flash 
of light.


8:46 AM

	Jana woke up in a very unfamiliar place. 
	"Where the hell am I?" She wondered out loud.
	A little voice inside her head which sounded curiously like
one of the robots on Mystery Science Theatre replied, "You're
the hell here."
	As things came slowly into focus, she realized two things:
One; she wasn't wearing her ring. And Two; she was in the 
apartment of her favorite television character.
	"How the fu-"
	Her use of a very vulgar word was cut short by the shrill
ringing of a cell phone. She looked around to try and find it.
	"Where is that thing?" She muttered to herself before
finding it on a small table in the next room.
	She picked it up, brought it to her ear, and answered in
the best way she could.
	"Hello?"
	"Scully, it's me," a voice said casually on the other
end of the line, "I was just wondering if you were planning on
coming in to work today.. you're almost an hour late... Scully?"
	"Umm.. Mulder?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Can I call you right back?"
	"Sure."
	"Ok."
	She hung up the phone and dashed into the bathroom. She was 
now glad that she'd bought "The Nitpicker's Guide to the X-Files" as
it had diagrams of both apartments in it. She shakily raised her head 
to glance in the mirror. And promptly yelped.
	There, staring back at her, was Dana Scully.
	"Oh.. my.. God.." was all she could manage to say.
	She pinched her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and
felt a slight pain.
	"This has to be a dream," she told herself, "and although
I don't really want to, I'm going to wake up. Any minute now."
	But nothing happened.
	"Holy shit.. it's not a dream, is it?"	
	She looked back into the mirror.
	"I don't believe this."
	'Seeing is believing,' her inner voice told her.
	"Ok," she thought, "what's Mulder's number?"
	She picked up the cell phone and quickly went through the
speed dial, finding the right number and dialing.
	"Mulder." Came the expected answer.
	"Mulder, it's me."
	After watching so many episodes of the show that she
was now a part of, she knew many lines by heart.
	"Scully, are you ok?"
	"I'm fine. Just running a little late."
	"So you're coming in?"
	"Yeah.. I'll be there as soon as possible."
	"Ok."
	He hung up on his end, and she followed suit.
	She headed back into the bedroom. It would take a
while to get used to being inside someone else's body,
but hey!-she could have some fun. Being an extreme
shipper, she had some ideas of what she could do.


1151 Saint Andrew's Drive
Salisbury, MD 21801
August 13, 1999
7:30 AM
	
	Scully opened her eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight. As 
she took in her surroundings she realized that something was terribly, horribly wrong. She wasn't in her apartment.
	She jumped out of bed and promptly ran into an old trunk.
	"Damn it..." she muttered as she rubbed the bruise forming on her shin. Then she brought her hands to eye level and stared at them. She was wearing an emerald ring. Since when did she own an emerald ring? She hurriedly took off the ring and set it on a n
earby nightstand.
	She cautiously wandered around the room, listening for sounds of another person (probably the owner, she thought logically) in the house. She walked past the dresser, and then froze in place. She backed up and stared into the eyes of a stranger. Then she
 realized that she was looking into a mirror. A gasp escaped her throat as the ran her hands across her face, trying to absorb what she saw. 
	She had short strawberry blonde hair, a little shorter than the auburn hair she was used to. Her eyes were still blue, but a little lighter. Looking down at her body, she noticed that she was as slim as she used to be, but her feet seemed farther away. 
	"I must be taller," she thought, allowing herself a ghost of a smile. Whatever *did* happen to her, at least it had a benefit. 
	 Although it seemed odd, nothing could surprise her now. She wouldn't be surprised if Mulder jumped out of the closet and...Mulder!
	She hurriedly ran out of the room and through the house, frantically searching for a phone. She finally found one attached to the wall in the kitchen. With shaking hands, she punched in Mulder's number. It rang once, twice, then came the operator's voice
 telling her that the number she was trying to reach had an incorrect area code. 
	"What?" Scully thought, "I know I dialed it correctly."
	 She tried again, and again, and again...each time with the same result. She finally sank into a chair at the kitchen table and allowed herself to process all the information she had just received.
	This was a dream...it had to be. She must be asleep in her bed
in her apartment...the book! She tried vainly to remember what she
had read the night before. All her sleep-deprived brain could 
remember was something about lightening and body-switching.  That
was it. A dream based on a book. 
	"Ok," she said to herself. "I can wake up now."
	Nothing happened.
	"Shit."
	Then her logical side kicked in to calm the panic rising
in her chest.
	Wherever she was, and *who*ever she was, she had to try and find out more information. She got up and started her second trip through the house, this time paying attention to everything she saw. The house was beautiful. Done in a Victorian style with ste
nciling on the walls and huge bay windows in almost every room. There were pictures everywhere. Pictures of "her" with supposed family and friends. As she found herself back at the stairs, she surmised that whoever's life she stepped into, she lived alone
 and had a pretty cushy job. Then she found the badge and the gun.


FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
August 13, 1999
9:52 AM

	Late. Scully was never late. Mulder didn't know how to act knowing she was running late. He leaned back in his chair and threw another pencil at the ceiling putting it along side many others that hung from days past.
    	Another few minutes passed and finally Scully-Jana-walked through the door.
	"Morning, Mulder," she said, sitting down in her little area in the corner. 
      "Dare I ask why you're so late this morning?" Mulder asked.
      "My alarm didn't go off," Jana lied.
      Mulder nodded and tossed her a file.
      "Mark, Sarah, and Bob Kistoff were happily camping in a lonely little forest in Tupelo, Mississippi on March 17th this year. Sarah, 32, Mark, 36, and their son Bob 8. About 12 midnight Bob awoke to what he calls a 'blinding light'. He says when the 
light had left and he turned to wake his mom and dad they were gone. Vanished with the light... Scully, what are you wearing?" He had just noticed she was wearing something she hadn't worn in ages.
	"Huh? What? Oh, um, well..."    She was wearing the red outfit she hadn't worn since the John Lee Rosche case.
      "...I thought it was time for a change," she finished.
      "Um, yeah."      
	Mulder couldn't help but stare as he finished telling 'Scully' about the case.
      "We um, we'll be leaving for Tupelo first thing Monday morning. We'll should be on the road by about 7am."     
	"We're driving?"        
	"Uh, yeah. It's about a day's drive, but I couldn't get a flight, they were all booked."        
	"Figures that the whole USA would decide to go to Mississippi the same day we do."    
	"Um, yeah."      
	"Mulder, are you all right?"    
	"Yeah, I'll be fine."    
	"Okay," Scully said, giving Mulder a weird look.
      Mulder shrugged off the look and grabbed a stack of paper work they had been left to work on for the rest of the day. He handed Scully half of the pile with a smile.
      "Today, paper work. Monday, the road." 
	Just then a pencil fell from the ceiling and hit Mulder on the head. Scully couldn't help but laugh.


Jana's House
11:42 a.m.

	"The FBI?", Scully questioned the empty house. It just figured that whoever she had become was a federal agent. A further search of the trench coat in which she had found the badge and weapon also provided a wallet.  Hurriedly snatching it from it's pock
et, she took out the driver's licensee. The same unfamiliar face from the mirror smiled back at her.
	"Jana Connery...24...5"5'...Salisbury, MD." 
	Salisbury, Maryland. Well, that gave her something to go on. She remember a case a couple of months ago in which she had to contact the Salisbury field office. So that was where she worked. One more mystery solved.
	She was probably supposed to be at work today. Scully wasn't one for ditching work, but this was a circumstance that needed further action and investigation. Work would have to wait.
	She placed the three items back in the coat and then realized that she was still in her pjs. She walked cautiously up the stairs and found her way back to "her" room. Looking through the closet, she found clothes similar to her own. "G-woman clothes," Mu
lder called them. Thinking about him, she felt a pang of worry. What was he doing? Had he noticed she was missing? And if she was here, where was...? Putting the last thought aside she turned to the dresser and selected a pair of jeans and a navy blue lon
g sleeve ribbed shirt. Having pronounced her hair cleaned the night before, she decided a shower wasn't neccesary and went back downstairs.
	As she was walking down the stairs, she realized that she was starving. 
	"I probably haven't eaten anything since dinner last night," she thought, noting the uncomfortable feeling of using "I".
	After rummaging through the kitchen, she came out with a bowl of salad topped with Italian dressing, and a glass of iced tea. 
	"This girl knows how to live," Scully thought, diving into the salad. Settled on the couch, she put the salad bowl down to search for a TV remote. She found it in between two couch cushions, and then turned on the TV.  "No cable," she thought. Leaving th
e channel set on a local station, she returned her full attention to her salad.
	Halfway through her salad, a commercial on the tube caught her attention.
	"Next week on the X-Files..." the announcer was saying in an ominous voice. As the previews flashed across the screen, Scully choked on her salad and the fork dropped from her fingers.
	"Oh my God," was all she could whisper.


Scully's Apartment
August 16, 1999
6:00 AM

	Jana had been awake since five am trying to pack for the trip. So
far, she'd packed two pairs of pajamas. That was it. She couldn't 
decide which suits to take with her. Mississippi was most likely hot
at this time of year, so a skirt was most likely a good idea. However,
with the mysterious bruise that was forming on her shin...
	"This girl owns too much black," she muttered to herself as she rooted through the closet.
	Finally, she came across a suit that she had never seen before on
the show. The skirt and blazer were both a soft baby blue fabric-
cotton, she guessed-and hanging with it was a short sleeved white silk
blouse. It looked brand new.
	Grinning, she pulled it out of the closet and packed it in the 
suitcase/garment bag with her black suit.
	"And one more..."
	She pulled out a black pants suit and packed that as well. Then, 
into the suitcase went all the necessary toiletries and undergarments.
	That was the only part of is that bothered her-the showering, 
using the bathroom, and getting dressed. It made her rather 
uncomfortable, but it was easier than it had been on Friday.
	She tossed some make-up in the bag after applying a decent amount
to her face, and took her bags into the living room, setting them on 
the couch while she made coffee.
	The fresh scent of the French vanilla grounds brought her to
her senses. It was a good thing she and Dana Scully had the same taste
in coffee.
	She toasted a bagel and spread some _real_ cream cheese on it,
and settled down on the couch with her breakfast to watch the early 
morning news. Nothing important was happening in the world today-this
world, at least. She surfed through the many channels for several 
minutes before resting on HBO. "The Usual Suspects" was on. She loved
that movie.
	The aroma of brewed coffee beckoned to her, and she got up and
went to the kitchen, pouring a mug of the steaming liquid. She stirred
in some creamer and tested it. Heaven.
	She relaxed for about an hour before the expected knock came at
the door. She pushed herself off the sofa and looked down, inspecting
her appearance. There was not a single wrinkle in the pantsuit she had
decided on wearing for the day. She smiled and walked to what could
be called the foyer and pulled the door open.
	"Hey," Mulder greeted, "you ready to go?"
	Jana nodded. "Just give me a minute."	
	She headed into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair
a bit, and put the toothbrush in her bag.
	"Ready."
	"Ok then."
	She followed him out the door, locking it behind her, smiling at 
how he'd offered to carry her bags. She'd let him carry one. The 
heavier one.
	She got into the car on the passenger side, deciding to let him 
handle the earlier half of the driving.
	"So, what do you think took Sarah and Mark?"
	"Well, the evidence points to an abduction."	
	"What evidence?"
	"The bright light, the charred top of their camper, the fact that
records stated Sarah Kistoff had a metal implant in the base of her
neck.."
	"Whoa, whoa.. you didn't say anything about an implant before."
	He gave her a wry grin. "Would you have agreed to come if
I had?"
	She sighed. "Mulder..."
	"What?" He asked with mock innocence.
	"Shut up and drive."
	"Yes ma'am," he chirped, and promptly shut his mouth.
	He drove on until around one in the afternoon, when both of
their hunger called for a lunch break. He pulled into the parking lot of a little restaurant just past the Tennessee/Virginia border. The 
Railroad Cafe was a small, obviously locally owned place about
five miles from the railroad tracks that ran through Bristol. They
settled down at a table near the back of the room and a waitress
soon walked over.
	"What can I get you folks today?"
	Mulder and Jana scanned the menus.
	"I'll have a burger with all the fixins," Mulder replied, "and
a glass of iced tea."
	"Small or large?"
	"Um.. large, please."
	"Do you want fries with your burger?"
	"No thanks."
	"What about you, hon?"
	Jana was still looking at the menu. "I think I'll just have a salad."
	"Italian, Greek, or Ranch dressing?"
	"Italian's fine."
	"Would you like anything to drink?"
	"A small iced tea, please."
	"Ok. It'll be about five minutes for the burger, but I'll get on the drinks right away."
	The waitress, who's nametag proclaimed her name as Agnes, walked 
back towards the kitchen.
	"How much longer are we going to be on the road?"
	"Probably another five to six hours," Mulder replied.
	Jana nodded. "I'll drive the rest of the way."
	"No, no.. let me."
	"Mulder, you've been driving all morning. It's my turn."
	He slumped in defeat. "Alright.."
	Their drinks came.
	"So," she started, sipping her tea, "why has the Bureau been 
called in now, five months after the disappearances?"
	"The local police have finally admitted to not having a clue
as to the whereabouts of Sarah and Mark Kistoff," Mulder informed
who he thought was his partner, "and they called the field office,
and since I know someone there... well, she read the medical files,
and found out about the implant, and called me."	
	Jana raised an eyebrow at the 'she,' but said nothing. "So
we're assisting the Jackson field office on this one?"
	"Not really.. it's our case. They just gave it to us. They'll
be helping us out if we should be in a situation needing
advisement or assistance.... how did you know it was Jackson?"
	"I, um, lived in Mississippi for a while. State geography
was part of one of my classes," she fibbed.
	Last year, Jana had been involved in a case which tracked
big-time hackers from the East Coast to Tupelo, Mississippi. They'd
used the help of the nearest field office-Jackson-which was about
twenty miles away from Tupelo. She thought back to the case, and,
incidentally, to her partner-Michael Birmingham. She also wondered
how Scully was coping. Or if she even was. And then she wondered
if Michael had noticed the difference. He was her best friend-he
would notice even the slightest change in the way she acted. He would
know if and when something was wrong.
	"Scully... Scully, you with me here?"
	She snapped out of her thoughts, "Hmm?"
	"I was asking if you were ready to go."
	Looking down, she discovered she'd finished her salad and drink,
and that Mulder, too, was done.
	"Oh.. yes."
	"Ok.. I'll get the check. Meet me in the car?"
	She nodded slowly, and headed out to the hunter green Taurus 
they'd been given for the trip, climbing this time into the driver's
seat. 


Jana's House
August 14, 1999
7:23 a.m.
	
	Scully awoke suddenly from a nightmare, shaking all over 
and clutching a book to her chest. As she became aware of 
her surroundings, she loosened her grip on the book and tried to 
slow her breathing.
	She was still reclined on the couch, he salad bowl long 
forgotten on the floor. The sunlight streaming in through the 
windows revealed a chaotic scene. Most of the couch was covered 
in  books leaving little room for her to sleep. Looking down at 
the book in her hands, she groaned and closed her eyes. It hadn't 
been a bad dream. "The Nit-Picker's Guide to the X-Files", the title
on the paperback read. The other books littering the room had 
similar titles. "Season 4 Guide to the X-Files", "Season 5 Guide to 
the X-Files", "I Want to Believe - the Official Guide to the
X-Files", and so on.
	She blinked and tried once again to absorb everything. She
had been poking around the house last night and found these books. 
At first she thought they were Syndicate records, detailing 
everything she and Mulder had investigated in the past 6 years. 
But then she had remembered the commercial.
	She didn't even want to admit it was possible. The idea
 that their work...their lives, even...was a television show, was 
too hard to believe. Who would do this? And why? It seemed like she 
had fallen into the Twilight Zone. 
	At lease now she knew it wasn't a dream.
	She needed Mulder. She missed him so much, and the 
intensity of it frightened her slightly. He had always been 
there for her. Hell, he had even gone to the ends of the earth for 
her. 
	"Thank God none of the books said anything about *that*," 
she thought thankfully. Reading about their "encounter" (as she 
called it) in his hallway would have been very embarrassing.
	Sighing, she pushed a few remaining books off her legs and 
stood up to stretch. After relieving her sore back, she headed 
towards a door she presumed to be a bathroom, intending to take
a shower. 
	As she opened the solid oak door, she gasped in surprise. 
Instead of a shower, there was an old, huge porcelain tub. The feet
 were even authentic paws - like pictures she had seen in so many books. To complete the picture, there were flowers and ivy tumbling 
out of their planters on a high window and a basket of bath salts 
and other toiletries on a shelf above the tub. Obviously often used 
candles decorated the remaining available space on the sink and
shelves.
	Scully leaned over and started to fill the tub with hot 
water, letting the steam enfold her. She undressed and was just 
about to step into the all too inviting water when she heard 
pounding from the front door.
	"FBI, open up!"


Days Inn off Interstate 45
Tupelo, Mississippi
August 16, 1999
7:00 PM

      "Finally!" Jana muttered as they pulled up in front of Days Inn. "I feel like I've been in this car for days."     
	"You and me both." Mulder said pulling himself out of the passengers side.
      The two stretched their legs and walked over to the main office. A nice young lady in her late twenties sat at the service desk.
      "Hi." The lady said chipperly.
      "Hello. We would like two adjoining rooms for 3 nights. We may need to register for more days later... we don't know." Mulder told her as he showed her his FBI ID.
      "Ok... 3 nights on Federal discount? That'll be... $89.95."     Mulder handed her his credit card.
      "Ok, you have room's 213 and 214. You're on the second floor just above the office. Here are your keys." The lady handed Mulder back his credit card and a small envelope contained the key cards for their rooms.
      Mulder took the card for room 213 and handed Jana the card for 214. They both grabbed their luggage and headed for the stairs.
      "Give me 10 minutes to unpack then we can go over the case a little more in depth and decide what we want to do first." Jana said as she put her card in the slot.
      "Ok. See you then." Mulder threw his bag on the hotel bed. He was officially unpacked. He flopped down next to his bag and waited for Scully to come over so they could talk about the case and how they planned to approach it.
      Over the past 12 hours of driving Mulder had noticed something.. different about Scully. She wasn't exactly all together. Like she wasn't Scully... but yet she was.
      "Knock, knock." Jana said as she walked through the door.
      "Who's there?"  
	"Me." She grabbed the case file and sat down in a chair near the bed.
      "That wasn't a very funny joke, Scully, I'll have to tell you a new one."       
	"It wasn't supposed to be funny, Mulder."       
	Mulder flipped through the papers in the file until he came across a picture.
      "This is a photo of Sarah, Mark, and Bob. It was taken June of last year and it's the most recent picture."       
	"Ok..." Jana read the family's profile as Mulder continued.
      "Bob was a slow learner. A smart boy, but hard to teach."       	"And according to this, he had an over active imagination... So don't you think his explanation of Sarah and Mark's disappearance could have been a little exaggerated?"   
	"Maybe. But how do you explain the charred trailer and Sarah's implant?"        
	"I can't... but I don't think they were abducted."      
	"That doesn't surprise me, Scully."     
	Jana smiled and looked down at the file again.
      "Bob is being held in the hospital?" She asked.
      "Yes. He has 3rd degree burns on his arms... Presumably the same thing that charred the top of the camper is what did this."        
	"So I'm guessing you'd want to talk to him right away?" 
	"Why of course. We'll go to see him first thing tomorrow morning."      
	Jana nodded. She then looked at her watch. "It's getting late... I think I'll go on to bed now, ok?" 
	Mulder checked his watch.
      "Scully... it's only 8:30."     
	"I know, but I um... I feel like going to bed... I'm tired."     	"Ok... I'll see you in the morning."    
	"Ok." Jana went back into her room
      Mulder started thinking about how Scully wasn't herself again. Nothing big had happened, but again he thought she just wasn't the same. He didn't feel like he was with Scully, but with a stranger.
      He shook the thought away and flopped back on the bed. He flipped the TV on and eventually fell asleep watching Leno.


Days Inn off Interstate 45
Tupelo, Mississippi
August 17, 1999
8:00 am

        "Grab a bagel and cream cheese, Scully, and throw on your heels, we're heading out in 10 minutes," Mulder called through the door as he tossed on his tie.
	He received no response. No 'I'll be there in a minute' or 'Hold on, I'm coming'... nothing.
      "Scully?"       
	A muffled "Ten more minutes, Felix. I gave you tuna last night, you'll live." was his response.
      "What? Scully.. are you still in bed?" He opened the door, and sure enough, there was 'Scully' asleep on the bed, trying to ignore Mulder. Or in this case, trying to ignore Felix. Whoever that was. Mulder walked over to Jana and shook her.
      "Hey... sleepy head. Wake up. Hey... wake up!"  
	Jana's head snapped up. "Wha-? What time is it? Huh? Where am I?"       	"It's 8:05... we need to be on the road in *5* minutes. And you're in a hotel in Tupelo.... Does the FBI ring a bell? You're on a case. Did you hit your head or something, Scully?" 
He asked trying to get her to sit up.
      "No... I didn't. I guess I was just a little more tired then I thought. Sorry." Jana slowly sauntered over to the bathroom to start getting ready.
      "If you're not ready to head out of here by 8:15 I'm leaving without you."      
	"Sure. Fine. Whatever." 
	Mulder went back over into his room very very confused.


Jana's House
7:03 a.m.
August 14, 1999	

	"FBI, open up!" A deep male voice reverberated through the 
house, shocking Scully into action. She grabbed a robe from it's hook on the back of the door and cautiously but quickly crept into 
the hallway. She stopped at the coat rack to remove "her" gun and
 badge from the pocket of the trench coat. 
	She unbolted the door and opened it a fraction of an inch. She was about to ask who the Hell was demanding entrance to her house when the door was shoved open, slamming her into the wall.
	"Oh, jeez Jana! I'm so sorry! I didn't think you would be standing there. Are you ok?"	
	Scully looked up through her tousled hair and accepted the  hand offered to her. It was then that she got a good look at her "intruder".
	He looked about mid-twenties with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. At this moment, his eyes were mirrors of the look Mulder had given her so many times. His large hands enveloped her own as he walked 
her to the couch and settled her down amid the books. 
	"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was only kidding around. When you didn't show up for work yesterday I was worried, so I
decided to stop by and see how you were doing. I can't go a day without
my dazzling, brilliant partner," he said, flashing her an apologizing
smile. "I was worried so I came by...I found Felix on the porch...the door was locked..."
	As he sheepishly babbled on, Scully grasped what he was saying. So this was her partner. Not bad...but he didn't compare to Mulder. She felt a pang of some emotion she couldn't label and quickly side tracked her mind. 
	"Wow. You really had an x-fest last night didn't you?"
	"Umm, yeah. I wasn't feeling to good yesterday. I'm sorry I 
didn't call you." *Because I don't know your number anyway*, she thought.
	"Look, I missed you yesterday," he told her, looking into her
eyes.
	"Oh..." was all she could manage. She didn't even know his name!
	"Well, to make it up to you, how 'bout we go out to breakfast?
Whaddya say?" He looked at her with something that eerily resembled
Mulder's puppy dog look.
	"Ok, but-"
	"Let me guess, you need to take a shower first." He interrupted,
motioning to her robe.
	"Well, yes," Scully answered. Coming from anyone else, his 
response would have sounded rude, but he managed to say it gently.
	"How about this; you take your shower, and while you're in
the bathroom, I'll clean up your little mess."
	Scully blushed a little as she realized how this must look. 
Judging from what she had seen around the house. "Jana" was a fairly
fastidious girl. She hated to think what kind of impression this made on her partner. 
	"That sounds great, I'll be out in a little bit."
	As Scully made her way to the bathroom (again), she found herself
almost laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, in 
someone else's house, taking a bath, with a strange man in the living
room. Come to think of it, she still didn't know his name.  She could
only hope that she would find out before she made an unforgivable
mistake.
	She bathed quickly in the now lukewarm water, still uncomfortable with having a different body. Afterwards, she 
slipped into her robe again and scampered to her room. Flipping 
through the clothes in the closet, she picked out a pair of khaki 
pants and a blue T-shirt. As she was slipping on her shoes, her partner
knocked on the door, startling her once again.
	"Jana? I'm going to run out to my car for a minute, ok?"
	"Sure thing," Scully called back.
	She heard him tromp down the stairs and slam the door.
The minute she heard the door shut, she ran downstairs, searching
frantically.
	"Please, oh please..." she muttered to herself. "Yes!"
	She found his jacket draped over an arm of the couch and quickly
checked the contents of the pockets. Removing a wallet from the inside pocket she glanced at his ID. 
	"Michael Birmingham," finally, a name to accompany the face. She jammed the wallet back into his pocket and hurried back to her room. There, she applied a little make up from the collection on the dresser
and ran a brush through her short hair. She emerged from the room more 
calmly this time and wandered downstairs to find Michael waiting for 
her.
	"Ready to go?" he asked her.
	"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, forcing herself to smile at
him and meet his gaze.
	He put his jacket back on, and opened the door for her, grimacing against the heat. As she walked out in front of him, he placed a hand on her back. A shiver passed through her, despite the sweltering 
temperature. "Oh, Mulder, I wish you were here." 


Roxie's
Tupelo, Mississippi
August 17, 1999
11:30 AM

	Jana was thankful that the morning was over. They'd spent hours
asking the boy questions, with no triumphant result, and were now seated in a booth at a small restaurant.
	"So.. any theories?"
	She looked up. "I think he's seen too many movies.. either that
or he's talked to you before."
	Mulder smiled slightly. "Then what do you think happened to his
parents?"
	"I honestly don't know."
	"That's a first."
	She gave him a look. "Do you have a logical explanation?"
	"Logical? Me? Never."
	Jana sighed. As her mind wandered away from Mulder and towards her real partner, she wondered what Michael was doing now.. and whether
he had figured out that she 'was not who she was.' Her mind snapped back to 'reality' when the waitress asked for her order.
	"Oh.. I'll have a.." she looked at the menu, "small cheesesteak with mushrooms."
	"Do you want peppers, tomatoes, lettuce?"
	"Just tomato and lettuce please."
	"What would you like to drink?"
	"Water would be fine."
	The waitress nodded and moved towards the kitchen.
	That's when Jana noticed Mulder was staring at her.
	"What?"
	"A cheesesteak?"
	"Why not?"
	"You're always yelling at me for eating that artery-clogging stuff.. hypocrite."
	She feigned innocence. "Moi?"
	"Yes. You."
	"Mulder.. you have to learn to live a little. Eat greasy food every now and then. Especially when it's a cheesesteak with mushrooms."
	He didn't say anything for the rest of the meal.
	Jana knew she'd messed up when they arrived back at the hotel. He
thought something was up, and it was only a matter of time before he asked her about it. She looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom she now stood in. Dana Scully gazed back at her.
	"This is getting so screwed up," she muttered to herself.
	There were so many little details about cases and their lives that were never mentioned in the show.. and she didn't know about any of them. Mulder had already asked her several times if she was alright. The poor guy was obviously worried. About her. She
 sighed. It was time to tell a little bit of the truth-as much as he would believe. She walked to the adjoining door and knocked softly.
	"Come on in," he called, and she went through into room 214.
	"Hey," she said softly.
	"Hey.. what's wrong?"
	"We need to talk."
	"About what?"
	She sighed, not sure of where to begin.
	"What is it? Scully?"
	"I'm not Scully," she whispered.
	"What!?"
	"I'm not Scully," she told him.
	He gave her a look practically saying 'are you sure?'.
	She sighed again. "My name is Jana Connery... I don't know how I got here, but Scully.. Agent Scully and I somehow switched bodies with eachother-or something-but I'm here. And I don't know how to get back."
	"How long?"
	"Since Friday."
	He hesitated for a minute before speaking again, "But you didn't act like anything was wrong on Friday. You were Scully."
	"No.. I'm Jana.."
	"How did you know what to say and how to act?"
	"For the first thing, I'm a federal agent myself.. although I'm a computer and linguistic specialist rather than a pathologist-"	
	"How did you know-"
	"I'm getting to that," she paused, "where I come from-my dimension, realm, whatever you want to call it, there is a television show called The X-Files. It's about you and your partner."
Mulder looked just about as confused as one person could get.
      "Are you telling me... that my life, and Scully's life, is all a
television show? That every move I make is documented and can be seen on TV?" 
	"Where I come from... yes. But everything isn't on the show. It's not like they show your whole life from when you get up to when you go to bed."       
	"What does it show?"    
	"Cases, basically. Just mostly you and Scully going on case after case."        
	"Does it talk about... my sister?"      
	"Yes. It talks about Samantha." 
	"... and about what happened?"  	
	"Yes."  
	"Does this um, show, talk about, um, an incident which occurred in my hallway?"       
	"The 'Hallway Scene'? Yeah. You and Scully almost-"      
	"Ok, enough of that subject."   
	"Actually, that happened in the movie." 
	"We're a movie?!"       
	"Um, yeah."      
	"What else happened in the movie?"      
	"Does Antarctica ring a bell?"   
	"Yes. Many. I'm starting to get the jest of what the movie was based on."       
      Jana nodded then started to think for a moment.
      "You know, this Kistoff case was never on the show... I'm thinking one of two things: One, not all your cases were on the show. Two, this is the next episode or one coming up soon. Which brings me to my next question. What season *am* I in?"    
	"How the hell should I know?"   
	"Ok, that Mulderism reminds me of "Jose Chung's 'From Outer Space'."     
	"Mulderism?"    
	"Um, a Mulder saying."  
	"So people go around quoting me calling it a 'Mulderism'."      	"Yeah. There are Mulderisms, Scullyisms... Wait, where was I? Oh yes, what season...? What was your last case?"    
	"Well, the last thing that I even consider as a case was when I went to look for the SS Queen Anne in-"    
	"The Bermuda Triangle."  
	"Yes."  
	"And the next episode was Dreamland. Dreamland! The episode where you and Morris Fletcher switched bodies!"       
	"What? Morris Fletcher and I never switched bodies? That's just... a sick thought! No way did that happen!"        
  	"Yes it did. Morris called it a warp in the time-space continuum. Later in part two Scully and the Lone Gunmen figured out it was like a 1 and a million chance you could ever switch back. Let me tell you something, that Morris kissed Kersh's ass. Two w
ords: Suck up."      	Mulder made a face.
      "My thought's exactly. Anyway, then the alien space craft-"    	"Alien space craft?"    
	"Oh, yes, that's what cause it in the first place."     
	"Did Scully see it?"    
	"Yes.. *BUT* after it flew back over you time went back to before you switched and neither of you remembered anything. Apparently though, the coins that were entwined that Scully had stayed that way and your room which Fletcher remodeled stayed the same 
leaving you with a brand new waterbed and a mirror on the ceiling."     
	"Ok, that explains the bedroom. But, damn, once again, no proof for Scully."    
	"Yeah, I know. But that's what I think happened. Somehow something created the correct situation for the warp to happen, and wham bam thank you ma'am, Scully and I switched."      
	"That means if you're here in Scully's body-"   
	"Then Scully is in my body. In Salisbury, Maryland."    
	"But wouldn't she be in your dimension and not this one?"       	"There's only one way to find out."     
	"Alright, let's go!" Mulder said jumping up off the bed and nearly knocking Jana backwards from the sudden movement.
      "What about the Kistoff case?" She asked catching her balance.
      "Forget the case, we have to find Scully."


Jana's House
August 17, 1999
9:32 p.m.

	Scully sat on her couch, a purring black cat on her lap and a cup of iced tea in hand.  She glanced around the room, half expecting Mulder to burst through the front door and tell her to wake up. Briefly closing her eyes, she wished that this *was* all a
 dream.  She had been in this "situation", as she called it, for four days now. And, strangely enough, she was adjusting to it.  
	The only really awkward times had been the firsts. The first time she talked to Michael, the first time she went to work, and the first time she met her co-workers. Thank God there had been no family involved. She passed everyone else's inspection, but s
he wasn't sure she could pass theirs.
	Michael had been the hardest to convince. When he had taken her out for breakfast, she had tried her hardest to do all the listening. But, apparently, Jana was more of a talker. So, she then had to convince him that nothing was wrong, and she still felt 
a little "ill".
The concern on his face would have made her laugh, but he looked so serious...he was like Mulder's twin. 
	"Are you *sure* you're feeling alright?"
	"Yes, I'm fine. Can we get back to work?"
	"Ok, but if *anything* is wrong, let me know."
	They had spent the rest of the day "catching up on work" - with Scully desperately trying to remember every word he spoke. He finally left her house at 10:30, reminding her to be up bright and early the next morning.  After calling information to get dir
ections, she finally went to bed.
	The next day had been Scully's personal version of Hell.
 Everyone asking her if she was ok - and everyone believing her 
when she said yes. Scully felt a pang of loneliness when she 
remembered that no one at her "other" job treated her this 
way ... except for her partner.  The work had really gotten her 
though. A linguist? Computers? She spoke a little German and even 
less Spanish. She wound up pretending to work, then leaving early;  passing all the translations on to her eager partner.
	The second day had been easier. Everyone accepted that she was losing her voice and still didn't feel well. That took care of translating vocally and interacting with anyone. Once again, she puttered around the office all day - desperately trying to work
 with a pocket dictionary when no one was looking.
	Today she had taken off, claiming a relapse of the mysterious disease she had. She spent the day looking through the "X-Files" 
books she found earlier. Her only interruption came when Michael called to check up on her. Talking to him made her feel incredibly guilty. She was lying to him about her identity and she was lying to him about being sick. He seemed so honest, she didn't 
want to destroy Jana's relationship with him.
	"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" He asked, his voice thick
with emotion.
	"Yes, I think I just need to rest."
	"Well...if you're sure, then I'll leave you to it." Scully could hear the indecisiveness in his voice over the phone.
	"Alright, see you tomorrow morning."
	"Sweet dreams."
	As Scully hung up the phone she realized what emotion she had heard in his voice. Love. She walked into the living room, deep in thought.  
	"But he loves Jana, not me," she said aloud. She suddenly felt a new desperation to her problem. 
	"Mulder, where ever you are-please do something!" She whispered to the empty house.


1151 Saint Andrews Drive
Salisbury, MD 
August 17
10:02 PM

	Jana and Mulder reached the street where she lived a few hours after their departure from Washington at around six and progressed to her house. 1151 Saint Andrews Drive was just as Jana remembered it-a tall white Victorian styled house-almost the size of
 a mansion-with blue shutters on the windows and a few stained glass windows in the upper floors. It had been in her family since the nineteenth century-after the fire that destroyed much of Salisbury. As she and Mulder walked up the steps to the front do
or, she discovered, much to her dismay and alarm, that the house was completely deserted. She went over to the ancient porch swing and twisted off the front piece of one of the arms and produced a key from within the hidden chamber. She unlocked the door 
and led Mulder into the house.
	"Last time I was in a house like this, things didn't go too well," he quipped, looking at the interior that much reminded him of the house he and Scully had been stuck in on Christmas Eve.
	Jana smiled slightly. "Yes, I know.. but I don't think we're going to find me.. I mean, your partner.. none of my furniture is here."
	"You could have been robbed."
	"I don't think so-even the damn cat is gone."
	"Ah yes.. the damn cat as opposed to the darn cat?"
	Jana smiled. "Something like that, yes."
	"But why is it so dark in here?"
	"Well, it's night, for one, and the lights are out.. not to mention a storm is coming.. you _did_ see those ominous black clouds, didn't you?"
	Mulder nodded. "Should we stay here and poke around, or get to a hotel until it passes?"
	"I'd love to look around here in the dark, during a storm... but I don't think we'd find anything helpful."
	The sudden roar of a motor sent both of them running back out the front door, only to see the bumper of their rental car as it spun on two wheels around the corner.
	"Shit!" Mulder exclaimed, "Why does this stuff always happen to me?"
	Jana sighed. "Looks like we're stuck here."
	As the wind and rain turned in their direction, the two turned around and went back into the house. They sat down on the stairs that led to the second of four levels and tried to figure out what to do.
	A sudden flash of lightening lit up the living room and Jana almost jumped ten feet.  She could have sworn she'd seen her couch.
	"Look!"
	Mulder looked in the direction of which she pointed and saw nothing.	
	"I don't see.."
	"Just keep looking!"
	Another lightening bolt lit the room and this time the furniture seen was a table and chairs.	
	"What the hell?" Mulder wondered out-loud.
	"I don't know what's happening," Jana paused, "but this may be our only chance to switch back."
	"How?"
	"I don't know, but if the furniture is being zapped back and forth.."
	Suddenly an idea snapped in her head. "I'll... well... be right back, I know something that might work!"
	She turned and ran up the stairs and down the hall to the room which should have been her bedroom.
	"What?" Mulder called, running after her.
	"Where would I-Scully-be at after ten?"
	"Asleep?"
	"Yes. Exactly."
	"So.."
	"So if the bed reappears, and I have enough time, I get on it."
	"How would that work?"
	"I don't know.. I read it in a story once."
	"You're risking it all on something you read in a story."
	"Yes."
	"Is that wise?"
	"Do you want your Scully back?"
	"Yes.."
	"Then it is wise," she said, moving into the room, "Oh! and one more thing.. tell her you love her. And not in the hospital. Do something.. more.. effective. Like kissing her or something.. yeah, that should work."
	Before Mulder could ask what she was talking about, the bedroom door slammed shut. 
	Inside, Jana looked around the darkened room. She'd never realized how creepy her house could be. She approached the area where her bed would be, and suddenly, with a bolt of lightning, it was. She threw herself onto the mattress, and everything went tem
porarily black.

Jana's House
10:05 PM

	Scully looked up from the book she was reading to see "her" 
cat mewing anxiously at the front door.
	"No way. There's a storm coming. Sorry buddy, you're not 
going out tonight."
	She glanced at her watch just as the first peal of thunder
 shook the windows.  Thinking of the ferocity of the oncoming storm, 
she hoped Michael was alright. And thinking of him made her think 
of Jana...wherever she was.
	"Which reminds me..." she muttered to herself.
	She walked over to the jacket hanging on the banister and 
took out the pen she kept in the right pocket. Moving to the desk
she took a piece of paper and hastily scribbled a note on its 
surface.
	"There."
	She crossed the room again and replaced the pen in the coat's
pocket. Having done this, she stretched and glanced at 
the grandfather clock in the hall. It read 10:10.
	She climbed the stairs, pushed open her door looked around 
the room. As a flash of lightening lit up her room, a gasp cought 
in her throat. The room was empty! Even the rug and curtians were missing.
	She blinked and turned back to the door...which was still 
there. Gathering her resolve, she whirled back to face...her room!
All the furniture was in its place - even the bed was made.
	"Ok...I must really be sick," she spoke, in an attempt to 
calm herself. Her voice sounded thin and wavering in the silence 
left by the thunder.
	 Shaking off her premonitions, she changed into her pjs 
and climbed into bed. As she closed her eyes, she remembered the 
last thunder storm she had experienced. 
	"Maybe I'll dream myself back..." was her last thought before 
she finally fell asleep. 

	When Scully opened her eyes, the first thing the noticed was
that she was not in her bed.  She was in a dark place with bare
walls and a musty smell. She tried to sit up, but found that someone was holding her arms. She twisted around to get a better look at her assailant and found herself face to face with...
	"Mulder!"
	"Scully?" 
	"God, it's you!" Scully threw her arms around Mulder in a big warm hug.
 	"Good, God. I thought I'd never see you again!" She said, almost in tears.
 	"I never thought I'd see *you* again, either." Mulder let Scully out of his embrace to look into her eyes.
 	"Imagine. Us, a television show..."
	"Jana told you everything?"
	 Mulder nodded.
 	"What was it like? I mean... seeing yourself... on TV... as a character?"
	"Weird. Completely and utterly weird." 
	"Did I look as good on TV as I do in real life?" Mulder asked with a smirk.
 	"But of course." Scully answered. A small smile spread across her face.
 	"I would like to meet the man who plays me on that show. It has to be a mighty hard job to portray a hero of such high perfection. I'm sure he must spend hours just trying to get his hair to look as good as mine." 
	Scully rolled her eyes.
 	"Ok, now you're getting a little *too* full of yourself. Trust me, it can't be that hard to throw a pencil at the ceiling and wait for it to fall and hit you on the head."
	"How-?"
	"Let's just say I watched a few episodes and found out quite a bit more about you than I did before this little... incident."
 	"What did you find out?" 
	"Ah, but wouldn't you like to know?"
	"Scully!" 
	"Nope. You're not getting anything out of me."
	 Mulder thought about what Jana had told him. About telling Scully he loved her.. and about how he should kiss her. It was true, he did love her, more than anyone else. He treasured her more than life itself, but how can you put that into words?
 	"I'll tell you what, Scully... You tell me what you found out, and I'll tell you a something else you probably didn't know about me." 
	"And what would that be?" 
	"No way. You tell me first." 
	"Please. Like I'm going to fall for that?" 
	"Ok, ok..." Mulder took a deep breath, then tried to continue.
 	"Scully... I..." 
	"Spit it out, Mulder." 
	"Scully, do you remember... what I told you in my hallway that day?" 
	Scully gulped.
 	"Yes. I do." 
	Mulder sighed.
 	"I meant every word of it, Scully. Not only that, but... if I could, I would have murdered that damn bee. I've said this before, but apparently you didn't believe me. I mean, hell, I was on heavy medication... Scully... I love you." 
	A single tear rolled down Scully's cheek, followed by two more.
 	"Oh... Mulder." She pulled Mulder into a hug, just like she had done in the hallway.
 	"I love you, too." 
	Once again, just like in the hallway, Scully pulled away out of the hug. Slowly and surely, they both slowly inched closer to one another.
	 "Wait." Mulder whispered.
	 He reached around behind Scully's collar and felt to make sure nothing was there.
	 "Just checking." 
	They both smiled then closed the distance together, unlocking 6 years of love into one single kiss. They both new that this was fate, that they were meant to be. Who cares if they had been interupted before by a bee. Who cares if the buearu doesn't appov
e of two
male and female agents who are partnered together being romantically
involved. This was love, and so help them, they were going to be together.


Jana's House
Wednesday, August 18
9:54 AM

	Jana woke up with a pounding headache. As she looked around, she became increasingly thrilled with her surroundings: home. Her presumption that her plan had worked was confirmed when a hungry black cat jumped up on the bed and rubbed his head against her
 cheek, forcing her to acknowledge his presence and feed him.
	"Oh, alright, Felix, hold on.."
	She looked over at the clock.
	"Oh damn."
	Almost two and a half hours late. She jumped out of bed, into the shower, and quickly dressed in the first clean suit she could grab. She twisted her wet hair into a bun, and gave the cat some food on her way out the door. She climbed into her little BMW
 and headed over to the Salisbury Field Office. She ran to her office and sat down at her desk, smiling at the fact that she had gotten there in record time. She was contemplating whether to get her own cup of coffee or have a secretary get it when a knoc
k sounded at the door.
	"Come in," she called.
	The door opened and Michael stuck his head in. "You're back!"
	"Back?"
	"Yes.. you weren't here yesterday, or did you forget already?" He teased.
	"Oh.. no.. just had a very disorienting dream," she quickly lied.
	He smiled back. "You up for lunch? It's on me."
	"Sure. Sounds great.. Market Street Inn again?"
	"You better believe it.... be ready to break at about noon."
	She nodded as he left the office, and smiled to herself. Lunch with Michael. Then, she looked at the stack of paperwork and groaned. She reached into her pocket for a pen, and, clipped to the writing utensil, was a small folded piece of paper. Written in
 blue ink was the following message:

	Jana-
	  This is going to sound strange, but if we ever get back to where we're supposed to be, I want to let you know that I've come to the conclusion that your partner loves you. Deeply.
		Yours,
 		  Dana Scully

	Jana's jaw dropped a bit. Scully had to be mistaken. There was no way Michael could feel the same...
	"Oh, and Jana?"
	Her head flew up. Michael was at the door. "Yes?"
	"It's good to have you back."
	She smiled at him, and the irony in his remark.
	"It's good to be back.


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OK, people.. it's your decision.. more, or less? Should there be a sequel about JMR and MSR? Need to know. Feedback should be sent.

Starflake (Starflake82@yahoo.com)
Brandy (brandyb@exis.net)
Penni (tessan@ezy.net)


NOTES:

Ok.. thanks for putting up with us for so long-if you made it this
far. I'm glad to know someone likes this here piece of work.. took me
a long time to figure out how to finish the damn thing! I'd like to let
you know that Jana is based on myself. I'm learning Spanish, am getting 
better with computers, and the rest of the description matches me too..
except for the '24 years old and works for the FBI' part.. but I do 
PLAN on working there.. in linguistics and computers. :) And the books
"The Nitpicker's Guide to The X-Files" and "The Official Guide to The
X-Files" do exist, and I highly reccommend you get them if you like
X-Files paraphanelia. Both are great. Ok.. signing out here.
	-Penni

Thanks to everyone who beta read this! And thanks to Brandy and Penni 
for putting up with my inability to write MSR. I know I'm a wordy writer- so kudos to anyone who read the whole thing!
	-Starflake

FINISHED: Sunday, 22 August, 1999
		   8:25:28 PM