Title: The Switcheroo
Author: Rachel
Written: March 1999
Archiving: Sure, go ahead. I'd like to know where it is, but it's not mandatory.
Spoilers: Detour and I don't think there are any others, but I might be wrong.
Rated: PG
Classification: XS
Disclaimer: None of the character's are mine, don't sue me!

Summary: Much like Dreamland, but with Scully switching bodies. Scully switches bodies with a convict and that's the main plot of the story.

Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at a FanFic and I am writing for a contest, so please send some feedback, even if you hated it. Please tell me what you think. I guess that's all.


"Special Agent Dana Scully, FBI! Stop right there!" a voice screamed.

A woman fled the lights of the streets, taking refuge in a weathered old warehouse. Dana Scully pulled out her weapon and followed the fugitive prisoner. Her partner, Fox Mulder, followed about five yards behind her. With each corner she turned, Scully's gun was her guide. She searched the entire warehouse and turned up no sign of the escaped convict.

Just as she was ready to give up, Scully saw a light coming from a crevice in the wall. She foun d an opening and moved toward the light. It seemed that just inside the light w as the prisoner she had been searching for, so she stepped closer to the woma n. She waved her hand through the light and a tingly sensation cascaded throughout her arm. The light was so comforting and it felt so wonderful t hat the agent moved completely into the light. Scully basked in the wonderful light for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, without warning, darkness encompassed her body and she began to fall. It was as if she were falling down a well. The darkness was everywhere, but Scully continued to look for the comforting light.


One Day Later

"Scully? Scully! Are you feeling better, Scully? Oh, I think she's coming to!" a male voice was saying, rather excitedly.

Looking around, the woman saw that she was in a hospital bed surrounded by people. The odd thing was that they were all strangers. The man that had been speaking only a moment ago was now looking fondly at her. There was a woma n too. She was standing very close to the bed and looking down at its occupa nt sweetly. There were flowers and stuffed 'Get Well' bears covering the ro om. Other people were there as well. Men and women, none of which she had ever laid eyes on before. Of course everything looked fuzzy at the moment, so she wasn't really sure of anything. There was a voice that kept talking about someone's well being. He sounded like a big pain in the ass and she wanted to hit him. As things became clearer, she saw that the man regarding her so fondly was indeed a nice looking man. He looked strong and had wonderful facial features. His eyes were the most wonderful shade of hazel she had ever seen and his hair was a lovely brown color. The only thing she couldn't fi gure out was who the hell Scully was. They kept talking about this curious pers on and they all seemed to care for her very much, even the jerk seemed to have her in mind.

"Dana, are you all right? Do you feel well?" the sweet woman asked.

The woman was looking right at her, but she was sure her name wasn't Da na. It was Carol. Wasn't it? She was almost certain that it was, but she answered the woman anyway. She looked so sweet that Carol didn't want to disappoint her.

"I feel fine. My head hurts a little, but other than that I'm fine," Carol said doubtfully.

The hazel-eyed man was now holding her hand gingerly and Carol wondered why he seemed to care about her so much.

"Oh, Scully. I was so worried about you. I don't know what happened at the warehouse. I'm so glad you're all right," The man told her as he stroked her hand.

Carol smiled at him and tried to remember. She did seem to recall a warehouse, but why were all these people calling her Scully? Wait a second ... she had heard that name before. Dana Scully.... That was the red headed fed that had been chasing her. The memories of the day before began to flood her brain. And the man... he was the other fed, but what gave them the idea that she was this fed? It was uncanny that they would make such a serious mistake, but no one seemed to notice that she was the fugitive and not the fed.

"Are you sure you're ok, Scully? You seem a little disoriented. Do you really feel all right?" The man asked, looking concerned.

A little disoriented? She was in a room full of strangers, one of which could arrest her at any moment. Who wouldn't be disoriented? Carol just smiled a nd nodded.


Meanwhile

Scully awoke in the back of some kind of truck. She was all alone, cold and hungry. Her back was in immense pain and she had no idea where she was. As she felt around, she realized that she was laying in a bed of... hay. She stood up and looked down at herself. Scully was dressed in a prison unifor m and all her things were gone. Her weapon and her bullets were just gone.

"Mulder! Mulder, where are you?" she cried out helplessly.

"Hey! Shut up back there!" a gruff voice yelled in reply.

"Excuse me?" she asked indignantly.

"I said shut up! Can't you hear?" the voice answered, annoyed.

"You can't talk to me like that! I am a federal officer and I demand to be treated with respect," Scully screamed defiantly.

"Federal officer? Hey, Billy, this one thinks she's a fed! What do you think about that? What a joke, huh?" The man laughed haughtily.

"I am a federal officer! Special Agent Dana Scully! Where are we going? Why am I wearing a prison uniform? And why am I sitting in hay?" Scully demanded, her fury growing.

"This one's a regular nut case. She must be delirious. Will you have that name checked though, just in case?" The man chuckled to his friend.

Scully chose to keep her mouth shut just as a precaution.


Back at The Hospital

Everyone was gone, except for the male fed. He remained by her side, ho lding her hand and watching her sleep. His presence made her uncomfortable and it seemed that he would never leave her alone. All of the others came in and out periodically. It was like clockwork, only that man was peculiar. He never even moved from the chair by her bed. It annoyed her that he had to stay. Why couldn't it be that sweet woman who felt the need to be constantly by her side? Carol had learned to avoid using anyone's name, but it was becoming difficult. She learned the name of the jerk, Bill, because everyone told him to shut his mouth. Everyone except for the loyal man beside her. He seemed to have no interest in the other people in the room. Nothing seemed to divert his attention from her. What a smothering man he was. Carol wondered constantl y how she was going to deal with such suffocation.

"Scully, do you ever feel that you're all alone?" The man asked thoughtfully.

"Oh, yes. All the time," Carol answered.

"What do you mean all the time? You've got me, haven't you?" The man seemed almost upset at her comment.

At this point Carol was sure that he was romantically involved with who mever he thought she was, so she thought she would be wise to treat him as such.=

"Well, of course I have you, darling. I only meant that I feel alone in other ways," Carol tried to console him.

"What did you say? Did you just call me darling? Scully, I am not a chi ld. You don't need to treat me like one. I do have a name, you know?" The man asked, seeming even more perturbed.

"Um... yes, of course you do. I didn't mean to offend to you. I'm sorry," Carol answered, unsure of herself.

She pondered why he would call her by her last name. Everyone else had called her Dana, but this man had always addressed her as Scully. Maybe it was so me strange lovers' ritual. She only prayed that she could avoid using his nam e as long as possible.

"Well, in the future please do not call me 'darling' or 'sweetie' o r any other childish names. You can call me by my name," He said after a moment.

Carol thought for sure she was in trouble until the sweet woman entered the room.

"Hello, Mrs. Scully. How are you feeling?" The man said as she came cl oser.

"I've been better, Fox. I just wish that Bill would calm down. Dana's perfectly fine, aren't you Dana?" The sweet woman said.

Carol smiled and nodded again. She had just learned two more names she could use. Fox? How odd! She began to wonder who Mrs. Scully was. Was she Bill's wife or aunt? Who could she be? And what relation was Fox to her? There was no way to tell, but to listen.

"Scully's really fine. We've been talking. I really don't know why the doctors are keeping her here. She's strong and should go home. Isn't that right Scully?" Fox said.

"Oh, yes Fox. I feel much better. Do ask the doctors if I can, will you ?" Carol replied, giving him a winning smile.

"I'll go and see about that for you Dana," Mrs. Scully said awkwardly.=

Carol wondered what she had done wrong. Fox was eyeing her strangely an d he looked confused. Carol tried to think of what she had done that would trig ger these reactions. Even the sweet Mrs. Scully seemed uneasy.

"Well, Scully, after your mother talks to the doctors you will be out o f here in no time. If Bill talks to them, you'll be out of here like that, though ," Fox said, snapping his fingers and trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah, I guess I will," Carol said, flashing him another big smile.

So, Mrs. Scully was her mother! That was a bit of a surprise. She was so sweet, but come to think of it she was rather motherly. Carol was just glad she knew why. Fox still seemed uneasy about something, but she wasn't sure what it was.


Back With Scully... or Carol

The truck Scully was in, had stopped at a woman's prison. They had let her out and put her with the other women. Try as she might, Scully could not convince them that she was an FBI agent. At this point she was enraged and confused. What was going on here? Why did they consider her a criminal? Th ere had to be some sort of misunderstanding, but how could that be possible? Anyone could tell to look at her that she was not the fugitive woman they were looking for. She was well dressed... or at least she had been. Scully couldn't for the life of her figure out what was going on. She was escorte d to her cell by a hefty guard with a rough manner. After she was literally thr own into her living quarters, she looked around disgustedly. There was one bed , if you could call it that. It was more like a sheet-covered board with a thin gray blanket on top. There was a sink, which appeared about as sanitary as the hole in the floor that was to serve as a lavatory. Except for her, the cell was empty and Scully was thankful for that. She didn't want to have to deal with the guards, let alone the prisoners. Scully sat on her 'bed' and th ought for a long while.

The same hefty, rough guard that escorted her to this hell hole came to escort her to 'dinner'. She sat at a wooden table that was reminiscent o f the tables she had eaten at as a child on her innumerous trips to Camp Sunny D ay. Of course, the camp tables weren't surrounded by prisoners eating out of m etal bowls. Scully was served her meal and she tried to force the lumpy mess do wn her throat. It tasted slightly of potatoes and grits. There was also something she couldn't identify, but it was not a pleasurable experience.

When Scully finished her 'dinner', she peered into the bowl and what she saw shocked her more than anything in the last day had. She saw a reflection, but it was not her own. The woman in the bowl was a blonde with straggly, grea sy hair. She was gaunt and bony; her skin was pale and she looked underfed. T here were dark circles under her eyes, making it seem as though she hadn't slept well in months. Scully was terrified that this was her reflection. There had to be some mistake. She had never looked anything like this in her life. T he only similarity was that both their eyes were a piercing blue color. It ma de no sense at all to her that she should ever look like this. No wonder they sent her to a prison, she was a frightful mess.

Even if she did look the part, Dana Scully was not used to prison life.= Never in her life had she had such a terrible time. Guards were always watching her, like she was doing something wrong. The other prisoners were not people anyone would want to be friendly with and the solitude was almost unbearable. Foo d was disgusting and often had things living in it. The sanitary condition o f her living quarters was even worse. This way she was treated was worse tha n a dog at the pound. Scully couldn't imagine anything worse, but the most difficult part was that she didn't know why she was there or why she looke d the way she did. Over the next couple of days people referred to her as Ca rol and she wasn't sure why. The last thing she could remember was falling and light. She knew her and Mulder had been chasing an escaped convict, but th en there was only light and falling. Scully lived through the first couple of days with no idea what she was doing; it was like a dream, no a nightmare.


In a More Comfortable Place

Carol had become quite adapted to her new way of life. She wasn't sur e what had happened, but she was surely glad that it had. She viewed it as a bles sing from God, a new start as a better person. Carol had left the hospital and gone to her apartment. What a dream that place was! It was wonderful luck that she should be quite well off in this life. It seemed she had everything she needed. There was a boyfriend and an apartment, a paying job. It was alltoo good to be true, and for the moment all she had to do was lay around and answer telephone calls. She hadn't been so relaxed in years. This was the life, everything she'd ever hoped for had suddenly come true. Fox was a dr eam; he brought her candy and flowers nearly every day. Her whole family seemed loving and everyone she met seemed to care immensely for her.

One startling thing did happen, but Carol had tried to shake it off. On e day, Fox was coming over for a visit. Carol thought it would be wise of her to look nice, so she went into the bathroom and began to wash her face. When she looked in the mirror to apply her makeup, she didn't see herself. She saw a completely different woman. The woman in the mirror had red hair and blue eyes. She looked gorgeous, well rested, well fed, and very tidy. Carol was so amazed to look in the mirror and see a happy beautiful woman looking back, that she tried not to think about why this was happening to her. Things we re going better for her than ever.

Before this, Carol had been a convicted prisoner. She had committed col d- blooded murder and she would do it again, but she hardly thought the punishment was fair. Who would want to spend twenty years in a woman's correctional facility? Her one year there had been hell enough, why should she suffer anymore? Besides, this new life was great. Who would want to go bac k?


In the Warehouse

"Robert, I told you not to leave this stuff laying around. It's dangero us!" a man hollered.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident. I didn't know anything would happen! Honest!" Robert pleaded.

The first man shot Robert in the head and left him sitting in the wareh ouse, as he stepped outside and pulled out a pack of Morley's.

Woman's Correctional Facility - Austin, Texas

Scully had been in prison for a few weeks now and still didn't know what to do about all of this. One day, she was sitting on her board of a bed when the guard came to announce a visitor.

"There's an FBI Agent here to see you, Selenski," The woman growled.

Scully hopped up, hopeful that the woman was speaking to her. Sure enou gh, the guard unlocked Scully's cell and escorted her to a waiting agent. Scully looked up into the eyes of... herself! She was looking at herself, wit ha little more makeup and tacky clothing. Soon Scully found herself gaping at the woman before her.

"Hello, I'm Agent Dana Scully. Someone called concerning you. She said that you had mentioned my name and my partner's. He was going to come, but he's not feeling well, so I came alone. I do hope that's all right," Carol said unsteadily.

Carol knew that the woman before her was she, but she didn't understand how that could be. It was preposterous. The woman was staring at her with her mouth open, so she guessed that something was odd to her as well.

"What do you mean? I'm Dana Scully. I might not look like it, but I swe ar I am. I don't belong here. Ask me anything about myself, I'll tell you everything. What are you doing impersonating me anyway?" Scully whispered , outraged.

"Whatever do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about!" Carol tried to look shocked.

"Well, then I should be able to ask you some questions about yourself. What is your mother's name? How many siblings do you have, and who is the young est in the family? What did your father do for a living? Surely if you are Dan a Scully, you can answer these questions without any trouble," Scully said slyly.

"I don't have to answer anything! I merely came to see you because I was asked to. They told me that I would want to talk to you and find out why y ou have mentioned my name and my partner's. I have no idea what you are talki ng about!" Carol tried to seem mad.

Carol would do anything to stay in this persona. She loved it and no on e was going to take it away from her. Not if she had anything to do with it.

"You're right. You don't have to answer anything. However the fact that you don't only proves my point even more. I know the answer to all those quest ions and many more. I know everything about Dana Scully's family and her partne r Fox Mulder. Ask away if you don't believe me," Scully announced indignantly.

"I have no questions," Carol answered politely.

"Well, you wouldn't mind if I asked you some merely professional questi ons would you? I won't expect you to divulge any FBI secrets, but would you an swer some strictly professional questions?" Scully asked, getting an idea.

"I suppose that there's no harm in that. Ask away," Carol said with an air of superiority.

"First, I know that every FBI Agent must go through the FBI Academy and I happen to know that every agent or prospective agent must write a sort of term paper. What was your topic?" Scully asked, sure of herself.

"Well, I don't really remember. It was a long time ago," Carol answere d quickly.

"All right, fine. Answer this. What division of the FBI are you in and what is the full name of your supervisor?" Scully asked, more confident thistime.

"I am assigned to Agent Mulder's division and I do not think it is rele vant who my supervisor is," Carol said, as her hands began to sweat.

Carol was fidgeting in her seat and Scully was grinning from ear to ear.

"What if I feel like contacting your supervisor, to testify at my upcoming trial?" Scully lied quickly.

"I think I must be going now. Agent Mulder may be coming to see you aft er all. Perhaps tomorrow," Carol dodged the question, rising from her chair.=

Scully was taken back to her cell before she could ask any more questio ns. She thought about what could possibly have caused this. Mulder would know!= She had to talk to Mulder. Would he believe her though? After all the outlandi sh things he had proposed in the past, would he really believe her? She was doubtful, but it was the only choice. The odds were against her in the wor st way and her only hope was an unpredictable man that she thought she knew.

Back With Carol

Carol walked out of the facility feeling slightly ashamed. It was the f irst time she realized what was going on. This wasn't a second chance from God, this was ruining someone else's life. Someone who didn't deserve this. Car ol tried to think what it was that could have caused this freakish mix up. Sh e was puzzled as she walked to the car, but as soon as she got in she knew exactly what it was. It was like a switch was flipped in her brain. Memori es came flooding back to her.

There was her ex-boyfriend and his co-workers. He never would tell her what he did. He always said it was classified government work. Alex was good to her, but the one rule was that she had to keep her nose out of his work. H e was a wonderful man, except for his prosthetic arm, but Carol overlookedthat because she loved him so. One day she had crossed the line. She was becomi ng more and more curious about Alex's job, so she went to find out what she could. She spoke with a strange man. She never did catch his name. In fact , the only thing she could remember about him was that he smoked Morley's. H e must have smoked packs a day. He told her that he could only divulge his secrets if he worked for her. That's when she really started to get into trouble. She made a deal with the man. She would do whatever he asked and he would divulge his secrets one by one to her. Alex knew nothing of their de al and still assumed her to be in the dark about things. She learned fast, doing menial tasks for the smoking man. Then she learned a little more than she wanted to know.

He told her that they were running a covert operation, testing different things on the unsuspecting American public. He also said that he thought she was ready to help with one of these tests. The smoking man promised thatthe tests wouldn't hurt anyone, so Carol went along with the plan. She did, however, tell Alex that she had cut a deal with the old man. Her boyfriend became enraged at the prospect of Carol being involved in any way with the smoking man. He tried to contain his rage, but ended up leaving her right then and there. Alex never said whether or not he was coming back, but Carol wa s angry and didn't care at that point. The memories continued to flow as Car ol drove to Fox's apartment. It was as if it had all happened yesterday. Thin gs were crystal clear to her.

The smoking man pretended not to know of Carol's quarrel with Alex and did not ask her about it. He carried out the plans just as they had discussed. Carol followed along as well. They went to the warehouse to meet the volunteers for the tests. There were old, crippled men and women. Most appeared to be the product of nuclear waste reactions. They were a grotesq ue looking bunch and it pained Carol to even glance at them. Her job was fairly simple. She wasn't involved in the actual testing. All she had to do was s tand there with a gun and shoot if anyone tried to leave while the plans were being explained. She was told specifically that no one, absolutely no one, could get away. They took twenty people inside and started the tests. Carol watched carefully and cringed at the sight of these men and women. The tests were quick and people were taken in pairs, so that helped speed things up. All of the people who went into the little room came out the exact same way. Nothing looked fishy about that to Carol, so she stayed.

Carol's reminiscing ended abruptly when Fox ran out to greet her. He se emed better than when she had left and claimed to be ready to meet the prisoner.

"Let's get a move on!" he exclaimed.

"Well, I've just come from the prison. I do think you should go, but ma ybe tomorrow when you're feeling better. For now, I just want to relax. With you," Carol told him seductively.

He looked at her rather strangely and stepped away from the car.

"Is that a bad thing, sweetie?" Carol asked innocently.

"What's wrong with you Scully. Lately you've been very... Un-Scully. An d another thing, my name is Mulder. What's with all this Fox business? I told you a long time ago that I even made my parents call me Mulder. Did you forget? I think something strange happened at that warehouse. What's going on with you?" he asked, looking confused.

"Well, something strange did happen at the warehouse, but I have no ide a what it was. And I don't see why it means that we have to stop being together. What's wrong with you?" Carol asked, biting her lip.

"Being together? Scully, have you got the wrong idea about us?" Mulder asked.

"No, of course not. I'm absolutely fine with us. Aren't you?" Carol asked nervously.

"Yeah, but I think you should go now, all right?" Mulder said, calming down.

"Oh, I don't think you should really rush to see that prisoner. Maybe in a couple of days, but not now. She's disturbed and I don't know if it's a good idea for you to see her at all. I already talked with her and I think thin gs will be fine now," Carol coaxed.

"Fine," he answered in a monotone voice.

At The Correctional Facility

Scully tried to concoct a plan for when Mulder came. If that woman was telling the truth, Mulder would be here any day now. She was thinking of w hat she could do to make Mulder believe her. She supposed that if she told him things about herself and himself he would believe her, but she wasn't all that sure. Her appearance was so startling, even to herself, that she wasn't su re anyone would believe her. Scully knew that if anyone would believe her it would have to be Mulder and she certainly had nothing to lose, so she continued to scheme.

She was still thinking when the guard came to her cell. She wordlessly ushered Scully out. Scully was perplexed; she had no idea what was going o n. She was taken out to the visiting area and looked up to see Mulder.

"Mulder! I knew you would come! Oh, Mulder! You have to believe me!" Scully cried out, hugging him.

"I don't believe we've ever met. What are you talking about, believing you?" Mulder said, disentangling himself from her grasp.

"Ok, what I'm going to tell you is very hard to believe, but I swear it 's the truth. Mulder, it's me! It's me Scully! I don't know how I got here or wha t's going on, but that woman you're with isn't Scully. I'm Scully!" She announced.

"Dana Scully was just at my apartment. I saw her. You can't be Scully," Mulder said doubtfully.

"I swear I am. That woman looks like me, but she's not. Ask me anything at all about the past six years. That's how long we've worked together. Ask me anything about my family or your family. I know it all. If you ask her, sh e'll only dodge your questions, because she doesn't know. Trust me," Scully pleaded.

"I don't want to ask you anything. This is insane. You don't know anything about me or my partner and I think I'm going to leave now," Mulder said, rising from his chair.

"No, wait! My name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your's is Fox William Mulder. Your sister was abducted from your house when you were twelve and she was eight. We work on the X-Files under Walter Skinner. My mother's name is Margaret Scully. My sister Melissa, who I called Missy, was shot by Alex Krycek. How would I know all of this?" Scully screamed at his back.

"Anyone could figure that stuff out. Maybe you'd been studying us," Mulder dismissed her claims.

"All right, sure. I'll tell you something no one else could possibly know. Once, I sang to you when we were lost in the woods. I sang "Joy To The Wor ld", a Three Dog Night song. Don't you remember? You were hurt by the 'moth m en' and you made some comment about sleeping bags. How to regenerate body heat or something and I said maybe some would fall from the sky and you'd get luck y. How would I know that if I wasn't Scully? We were alone out there!" Scull y yelled, her voice rising.

"Please, Mulder, you have to believe me! You're my only hope! I don't belong here!" She said quietly.

Mulder turned around slowly, looking her in the eye. Her eyes were full of hope and need and their piercing blue was softened. She was mentally pleading with him. He peered at her carefully. She looked nothing like Scully. She was dirty and messy and... blonde.

"It can't be," Mulder breathed, sitting down, "but how could anyone kno w that?"

"Only you and I would know that Mulder. There's plenty of other things too. I know them all, because I'm Scully," She answered him, determined.


At The Correctional Facility

Scully tried to concoct a plan for when Mulder came. If that woman was telling the truth, Mulder would be here any day now. She was thinking of w hat she could do to make Mulder believe her. She supposed that if she told him things about herself and himself he would believe her, but she wasn't all that sure. Her appearance was so startling, even to herself, that she wasn't su re anyone would believe her. Scully knew that if anyone would believe her it would have to be Mulder and she certainly had nothing to lose, so she continued to scheme.

She was still thinking when the guard came to her cell. She wordlessly ushered Scully out. Scully was perplexed; she had no idea what was going o n. She was taken out to the visiting area and looked up to see Mulder.

"Mulder! I knew you would come! Oh, Mulder! You have to believe me!" Scully cried out, hugging him.

"I don't believe we've ever met. What are you talking about, believing you?" Mulder said, disentangling himself from her grasp.

"Ok, what I'm going to tell you is very hard to believe, but I swear it 's the truth. Mulder, it's me! It's me Scully! I don't know how I got here or wha t's going on, but that woman you're with isn't Scully. I'm Scully!" She announced.

"Dana Scully was just at my apartment. I saw her. You can't be Scully," Mulder said doubtfully.

"I swear I am. That woman looks like me, but she's not. Ask me anything at all about the past six years. That's how long we've worked together. Ask me anything about my family or your family. I know it all. If you ask her, sh e'll only dodge your questions, because she doesn't know. Trust me," Scully pleaded.

"I don't want to ask you anything. This is insane. You don't know anything about me or my partner and I think I'm going to leave now," Mulder said, rising from his chair.

"No, wait! My name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your's is Fox William Mulder. Your sister was abducted from your house when you were twelve and she was eight. We work on the X-Files under Walter Skinner. My mother's name is Margaret Scully. My sister Melissa, who I called Missy, was shot by Alex Krycek. How would I know all of this?" Scully screamed at his back.

"Anyone could figure that stuff out. Maybe you'd been studying us," Mulder dismissed her claims.

"All right, sure. I'll tell you something no one else could possibly know. Once, I sang to you when we were lost in the woods. I sang "Joy To The World", a Three Dog Night song. Don't you remember? You were hurt by the 'mothmen' and you made some comment about sleeping bags. How to regenerate body heat or something and I said maybe some would fall from the sky and you'd get lucky. How would I know that if I wasn't Scully? We were alone out there!" Scully yelled, her voice rising.

"Please, Mulder, you have to believe me! You're my only hope! I don't belong here!" She said quietly.

Mulder turned around slowly, looking her in the eye. Her eyes were full of hope and need and their piercing blue was softened. She was mentally pleading with him. He peered at her carefully. She looked nothing like Scully. She was dirty and messy and... blonde.

"It can't be," Mulder breathed, sitting down, "but how could anyone kno w that?"

"Only you and I would know that Mulder. There's plenty of other things too. I know them all, because I'm Scully," She answered him, determined.

Mulder sat down hard on the vinyl chair, taking it all in. A million questions were running through his mind. How could this woman be Scully? W hat was going on? Scully had been acting strange, was this why? How else would anyone know things like that? Mulder was at a loss for words, so he sat du mbly with his jaw hanging open.

"Mulder? I know this is shocking, but the question is, what can we do a bout it? I really have no idea how it happened, but something strange is going on. You've got to get me out of here," Scully relaxed, now that she had earne d Mulder's trust.

"All right, so how do you think this happened?" Mulder asked skeptically.

"I have no idea! How am I supposed to know? Why don't you ask her... or me... or whoever she is? It must have something to do with the warehouse, but I really don't know," Scully answered, her blood beginning to boil.

What was wrong with Mulder? He seemed like he didn't believe her? He se emed like he thought she should know everything about what happened. This was crazy.

"Well, I guess I'll try to get you out of here for now and we can take care of everything else later," Mulder said, sensing her frustration.

Maybe it really was her. Stranger things had happened. The best thingto do, from Mulder's point of view, was to just get her out of that place.


One Hour Later

Mulder had requested her removal from the woman's correctional facility and having FBI clearance, his request was granted. Now the two of them were wi th Carol or Scully or whoever she was. Mulder had brought Scully or Carol int o Scully's apartment and introduced her calmly as Carol Selenski to Dana Scu lly. Both women tensed up, the real Carol more than the real Scully.

"We've met," Carol said curtly.

It was all going to come out now. The whole dirty story and her part in it. This was a nightmare. Carol even wished that she was back at the facility at this point. Things were getting worse and worse. She would have to tell th em what she knew, sooner or later.

"Yes, we have. However I believe I was treated with great disrespect," Scully stated abruptly.

Mulder placed his hand on the small of her back and patted her, trying to provide some comfort for this tense situation. No one said anything for a while, but the phone rang loud and clear.

"I'll get that," Carol said with an air of superiority.

Scully was most obviously holding herself back as Carol reached for the receiver.

"Hello?" she asked pleasantly.

"Yes this is Dana Scully," She said pointedly.

"No sir, I don't know. I'm sorry," Carol shifted from foot to foot.

"Well, yes, I suppose I should know, but I'm afraid I don't," Carol bit her lip.

Mulder glanced at Scully, who was staring at him with rage. Her eyes we re flaming and she looked ready to kill as Carol hung up the telephone and ushered them to sit down.

"All right, let's be frank," Carol's voice cracked, "I'm not Dana Scull y, I'm Carol Selenski and I think both of you know that. I do know what's going o n and I am prepared to tell you, but I need your word that what I say doesn't go out of this room."

"Can it be reversed?" Mulder asked, grabbing Scully's unusually pale hand.

"Do both of you agree to my conditions?" Carol insisted.

Scully took a deep breath and nodded, Mulder followed suit, stroking her hand as he nodded. Carol took a deep breath as well and commenced biting her lip again.

"This is a long story, but I suppose you'll want to here it all," Carol began.

Mulder and Scully nodded again, Mulder keeping his head down.

"Do either of you know a man named Alex Krycek?" she asked.

"Do we? Of course we know him. Mulder was in Russia with him when his arm was cut off," Scully's eyes lit up, "but we aren't the best of friends. In fact we've been enemies for a while now."

"Well, he was my boyfriend. He was in with some men. One of them smoked Morley's all the time. To make this a bit shorter, I started working for the smoking man, Alex got mad, and he ran out on me. The men were conducting tests," Carol cleared her throat, "on civilians. It was my job to shoot anyone who tried to leave after they had volunteered and tests had begun."

"Shoot them?" Mulder asked incredulously.

"Yes, shoot them. It wasn't a hard job and I was learning the smoking m an's secrets, one by one. The people went in pairs in a little room and came out apparently unharmed. He later told me of his experiments on them. He was perfecting a way to put someone's mind into someone else's body. He said it was brilliant. People could trade bodies and there would be no side effects. It sounded incredible. He said that one day he would tell me why he was doing all this and what was going to happen in a few years," Carol continued.

"Did he say anything about aliens? Did he?" Mulder interrupted childishly.

"No, no, he said he would tell me later. Only, later never came. I was with him on one of these experiments, in the warehouse. There was a man named Robert who helped change the people. There was something that they laid in the center of the room, it made people gravitate towards it and then it change s them. I never fully understood it, but the smoking man promised to explain more fully later. He was working on a reversal when one of the volunteers started going looney tunes. The man said he was going to tell everyone abo ut this and he started to run. I shot him in the back and he was down. Everyo ne scattered after that and police that were in the area took me. I was convi cted of murder and never heard from Alex or the smoking man again. I recently escaped and when I saw that feds were running after me, " Carol took anoth er deep breath, "I ran for the warehouse. I was hoping that the smoking man w ould be there and things would be all right. I went in the room to look for him , but only the object was there. It was glowing and I moved toward it."

"Then things got dark and you felt like you were falling," Scully finished for her.

"Right, but I don't know why that happened. All the others came out minutes later, feeling fine," Carol looked puzzled.

"Maybe the object has different effects when it is left for long periods of time," Mulder suggested.

"How can we reverse it?" Scully asked.

"I don't know exactly. The smoking man said something about a reversal that was much the same as the object, but I would have no idea where to get one ," Carol confessed.

"Maybe we can get a hold of the smoking man. I have a few friends who m ight be able to catch him," Mulder said to Scully more than anyone else.

"That call was from a Walter S. Skinner," Carol added awkwardly, "he wa nted to know why Agent Mulder had discharged the prisoner."

"I'll call him and I'll find the smoking man. I'll take care of everything. You two sit tight," Mulder began to rise, dropping Scully's hand.

"Wait," Carol stopped him, "I don't want to go back to prison for something I was forced to do."

"We can take care of that later. First, let's switch you two back," Mulder said, looking at Scully.

He called Skinner and asked to see the cigarette smoking man immediatel y. Skinner promised he would arrange it, no questions asked. He called back ten minutes later with a time.

"Nine o'clock. My apartment. Cancer man," Mulder announced.

"Cancer man?" Carol looked amused.

"My pet name for that son of a bitch," Mulder answered.

Nine O'clock - Fox Mulder's Apartment

Mulder was sitting on the sofa with Scully next to him. His left arm was around her and her left hand rested on his right. Carol was watching the d oor intently from Mulder's desk chair. A knock sounded at nine o one on the do t. Carol carefully and slowly moved towards the door and unlocked it. As she turned the handle, Mulder moved his right hand towards his gun. The door opened painfully slowly to reveal the face of the cigarette smoking man.

"Well, well, if it isn't Agent Scully. I didn't expect to find you here ," The vile man laughed.

His muscles tensed as he looked to the sofa.

"Having quite a jamboree, aren't we Fox?" he asked jokingly.

"What the hell is going on and can you fix it?" Mulder screamed.

"Mulder, I never would have expected you to go for the ex-con type. The n again, you never cease to surprise me," He ignored the questions and screaming.

Suddenly Mulder became very aware of his arm around Scully. He tensed a nd shifted his position so that his grip wasn't quite as tight.

"Oh, don't mind me. You did want to see me though. What is this about?"= , The man laughed nastily.

"You know full well what this is about. Scully and this woman have chan ged bodies, changed identities. Fix it," Mulder demanded childishly.

"I would if I could Mulder, but I can't," He said taking a drag on his cigarette.

"Yes you can!" Carol screamed at him.

"I could if I wanted, but I don't really feel like it," he cackled.

Putting out his cigarette, the Cancer Man prepared to leave. Mulder leapt from the sofa and stopped him.

"You take care of this mess. You made a mistake, so now you need to fix it," he yelled.

Cancer Man pulled out a pack of Morley's and tapped the package. One fell out and he grasped it deftly. Lighting his cigarette, the man lifted a small brown bag that he had set by the door and hurled it at Mulder's chest, not letting go. Shortly after the man left, lightly closing the door behind him.

Mulder opened the bag and found what appeared to be a glow stick. He picked it up and laid it on the floor, stepping away. Scully rose from the couch and Carol moved towards it as well. In an instant the stick began to glow and Mulder averted his eyes. Carol and Scully were switched back instantaneously and the stick seemed to disintegrate before Mulder could reach it.

"It worked, Mulder! It worked!" Scully exclaimed hugging him.

Carol jumped up and down like a child with a new toy. Scully clung to Mulder, grinning like she'd never grinned before.


One Week Later
FBI Basement
X-Files Division

Mulder and Scully were sitting in their office thinking. Mulder had a copy of the paper, whose headline read: "Escaped Convict Paroled!" and Scully was looking over the article with him.

"I guess she got off easy," Mulder commented.

"Cancer Man probably had something to do with it," Scully frowned.

"All's well?" Skinner entered.

"Yes, we were just reading an interesting article," Mulder smiled as he picked up his scissors.

"A very interesting article," Scully grinned.

Mulder cut out the article, being careful not to leave any ragged edges. He stood up and pinned it on the bulletin board, grinning.

"I don't know what's going on with you two, but you are undoubtedly hap py about something. It sure is contagious," Skinner smiled too, "let me in on the secret."

Both agents grinned as Mulder placed his arm around Scully and they both glanced up at the bulletin board.

The END


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