Summary: Same ol' same ol'....you know, Scully gets switched with a 7-year-old who's grandpa is CSM...no biggie!
Author's note: This is a very interesting fanfic to say the least. I will warn you, I wrote it around 11 at night suffering from insomnia. And yes, it is slightly like Dreamland. Did I mention I was X-Files deprived because of the Supre Bowl?? Well, I was! So read on, flame me if you wish, I don't care!
Special Agent Dana Scully sits at her desk in the office she shares with her partner Special Agent Fox Mulder. She looks up from her work, noticing the time for the first time in a while. "Hey Mulder. It's time to go. I'll give you a call later about the case okay?"
"Okay," her partner agrees, relieved to be leaving the stuffy office. "See ya."
Both agents head there seperate ways, neither suspecting a thing...
Mulder opens his eyes, looking at the clock. 11:21. Who on earth would be calling him at this hour? He picks up the persistently ringing telephone with a sleepy "Hello?"
"Mulder? is that you?"
Mulder sits up on his couch. The voice sounds around seven years old. "Yeah," he says. "who's this?"
"Mulder, it's Scully."
"Scully? What's wrong with your voice."
"I don't think you wanna know," the voice says.
Mulder shrugs acceptingly. "Awright," he says. "what'up?"
Obvisouly this is not the answer 'Scully' was expecting. She sighs, agitated, and speaks. "Mulder, how old do I sound to you?"
Mulder lowers his eyes, and sighs. "Will I get in trouble if I tell you?" he asks wearily.
"No, you won't," is said with a sigh.
"Well," Mulder starts cautiously. "You sound around seven."
"Do you want to know why that is?"
Mulder shrugs again. "Sure."
"Because I am!!"
Mulder's eyes pop out and his jaw drops. "Wha-"
All of a sudden, the voice over the phone takes in a sharp breath. "MulderIgottagoI'llcallyouwhenIcan" she says all in a rush. And then the line is dead.
The little girl motions for the older woman to hide. "Yes Mommy?"
"I thought I heard voices in there."
"Okay then. Night night Janeé."
"Night night Mommy."
The hall light goes out from under the door and 'Janeé' heaves a sigh of relief, rolling off the cell phone and 'Scully' steps out of the closet. "is she gone?" she whispers fearfully.
"Yes," 'Janeé' whispers back. "Now come here"
'Scully' sits on the edge of the bed and the girl in it sits up. "Now," she says. "Can you tell me what happened?"
'Scully' nods tearfully. "Mommy and me went to the store. When we got there I saw you and thought you were pretty, I said 'I wish was that pretty' That's all."
'Scully' nods. "Uh-huh. who are you?"
The girl sighs, but answers. "My name is Dana Scully. I work at the FBI near here, investagating unsolved cases."
Scully/Janeé's eyes gleam. "The FBI, Isn't that where the bad people get punished?"
Janeé/Scully nods. "Yeah, something like that. Now, I'm gonna call my partner Mulder."
"Why?" Janeé/Scully looks at herself.
"Trust me," she says. "If anyone can help us, he can"
Mulder impatiently paces the floor of his apartment, waiting for Scully's call. He looks at the phone, willing it to ring. Amazingly, it does. "Scully?" he answers.
"Yeah," the same small voice answers.
"Are you ok? What the hell is going on??"
"I'll explain best I can," Scully says. "I went to the 7-11 to pick up some chips, when I saw a little girl. Next thing I know, I am that little girl, and she is me."
"whoa, slow down!" Mulder cries. "You're trying to tell me your mind is in the body of a seven-year-old? It's immpossible."
"That's what I'm supposed to say," the voice remarks dryly. "Anyway, what can I do!?"
Mulder stops his frantic pacing. "First, prove you're really Scully."
Over the phone, Mulder hears a sigh from Janeé/Scully. "This has to do with your trust no one theory, huh? Okay, my full name is Dana Katherine Scully. My mother's name is Mageret. I called my father Ahab, and he called me Starbuck, but he died of a heart attack. My dog's name was Queequeg before he got eaten by an alligator. My brother's name is Bill Jr. He's in the navy and hates you."
"That's all?" Mulder asks.
There is another sigh over the phone. "Geez, what do you wnat from me? Okay, the first thing you ever said to me was 'No one down here but the FBI's most unwanted' "
Mulder is interested. "Really?" he asks. "I don't remember that."
"Well, it was. Now would you please help me before Janeé's mom comes back?"
Janeé/Scully listens to the silence over the phone. "Mulder?" she finally ventures. "Are you still there?"
"You're saying she simply wished to be as pretty as you and then, well, she was?"
"That's what she said."
"Well," Mulder says logically, "Has she tried wishing you back?
Janeé/Scully feels like slapping herself. "Hold on Mulder. Janeé!" she hisses. "C'mere! Have you tried wishing us back?"
Scully/Janeé's eyes widen. "K," she says. I'll try."
And tightly shutting her eyes, Scully/Janeé wishes to be back to her old self.
An old man walks into the house to hear voices coming from upstairs. "Samantha?" he calls up. A younger voice replies.
"Shh! Be quiet Dad!!" Lowering his voice only slightly and putting out his ciggeratte the man speaks again.
"Who's that upstairs?" Samantha grins wickedly.
"It's Janeé and Agent Scully Dad," she says. "Your plan worked!"
The old man grins a heartless grin. "Good," he says. "Very good...."
"Scully?!" Mulder yells into the phone.
There are a few clunks and frantic whispers from the other end, but soon a voice picks up and Scully's oh-so-familar voice speaks. "Mulder, it's me. It worked. But now we have bigger probelms..."
Scully glances at the door. She'd recognize the voice of that rat-bastard anywhere. She hangs up the phone, eyeing the window.
"Janeé," she says to the little girl. "Tell no one about this. Not if you want either of us to live."
With that, Scully jumps out the window, just as the old man opens the door.
Mulder sits on the couch, clutching the phone tightly in his hand. He jumps however when there is a knock at the door. "Yeah?" he calls out. "Mulder, let me in."
Mulder jumps to open the door, relived to see his partner standing there. he lets her in, noticing her stained clothing, ripped nylons, missing shoe and touseled hair.
"What happened to you?" he asks with very little tact.
Scully motions to the unmade bed -err, couch- and speaks. "Sit down," she says. "You're gonna have a field day with this one..."
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